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CONCEPT TO RULE. I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE TO SAMUEL BUT SOMEHOIW I THINK HE WON¶T REALLY CARE. AT THE SAME TIME, I SUSPECT HE ENJOYED TAKING HIS OWN LIBERTIES WITH THE ORIGINAL. TRUTH IS, FOR A POET THE FAUST TALE IS A LIBERATING IDEA AND AN EXCUSE TO CROAK ON ABIOUT EXISTENCE. FAUSTUS
FROM THE GERMAN OF GOETHE LONDON:
Introduction THE " Faust" of Goethe is considered one of the most original productions of the German drama. It is not modeled in the form of a regular play, neither does it seem adapted for scenic representation ; but it is said to have been written for the performance of puppets. The tale on which it is founded is not new to our language: the Devil and Dr. Faustus are the heroes of nursery romance, and have been elevated to a higher distinction in the "TragicalHistorie" of Christopher Marlowe, a genius who delighted to soar above ordinary fiction into regions of wonder and dismay, and of whom it would be difficult to determine whether his talents best suited his subject, ur whether such a subject was best suited to his talents. Marlowe's play is too well known to require more particular mention here, and it would be idle to attempt drawing any comparison between it and the " Faust" of Goethe, as the two pieces have nothing in common besides the adoption (as a plot) of the popular fiction, which tradition has strangely enough attached to a German printer. The mainspring, which originates the interest in both, rests upon common associations, that connect the world of spirits with our humbler sphere of existence; associations which are, perhaps, little more than the relics of sensations impressed on the memory by the fears of childhood. The Principle of Evil is delineated by Goethe with great skill. He is abject in seducing, diligent in ensnaring, cruel and remorseless in punishing his victim : in human shape he is yet distinguished from his mortal companion by the total want of personal interest which he takes in the scenes through which they pass, and by the bitter, scornful, yet uncomplaining tone of his remarks. Faustus is a singular compound of strength and weakness. He is daring and timid by turns; ambitious and irresolute; not wholly vicious, yet far from virtuous : he
despises the power of the demon to whose arts he yields himself a willing prey, and half detects the snares laid for his destruction. Margaret is the only character for whom we feel undivided interest ; she is entangled in the web of temptation, which the fiend has woven to catch the proud soul of his confident disciple; she is betrayed into crime through the kindest of affections: the potion which destroys her mother is unwittingly administered by her hand, and the murder of her child may be supposed to take place in a moment of insanity. Her doom is not, therefore, final. She is punished on earth, but experiences the grace of a repentant sinner. It is not pretended that the following pages contain a full translation of this celebrated drama. The slight analysis drawn up as an accompaniment to Retsch's Outlines being out of print, the Publishers felt desirous to supply its place with a more careful abstract of " Faust," which, while it served as a book of reference and explanation for the use of the purchasers of the plates, might also possess some claims to interest the general reader as an independent publicacation. With this view the most striking pas- sages and scenes of the original have been translated into blank verse, and connected by a detailed description in prose, in which the writer has aimed at nothing more than to render the progress of the plot clearly understood. Some parts are omitted which, it was thought, would be offensive to English readers, from the free, and occasionally immoral tendency of the allusions which they contain: other parts of the scene have been thrown into narrative, where the difference of taste subsisting between the two nations would have rendered a clear translation of that which in Germany is considered sublime, in our language ludicrous: the general features of the whole have, nevertheless, been endeavoured to be preserved. The original is written in a great variety of metres, but in confining himself to blank-verse in all parts of the play except those which are strictly lyrical, the translator believes that he has adopted the only measure that would enable him to imitate the tone, without sacrificing the sense of his text. "Faust" is preceded by a prelude, between the manager, author, and a kind of merry fellow or clown. This is nothing more than an introductory dialogue, like that to Gay's "Beggars' Opera," and as it bears no relation to the plot of the piece, has not been translated. For a different reason the prologue has also been passed over : it carries the scene to heaven, whither Mephistopheles ascends for the purpose of obtaining permission to tempt Faustus; and, both in conception and execution, is repugnant to notions of propriety such as are entertained in this country.
SCENE.- A high-arched narrow Gothic Chamber. FAUSTUS seated at his desk: he appears in a state (If restlessness.
SOLILOQUY. FAUST. PHYSICS, LAW, DIME A DOZEN PHILOSOPHY, THE GUTS OF THE GOD DAMNED COMPUTER, SPREAD OUT ON THE TABLE ± WHERE IS THE MUSIC.THE WORDS, THE PAINTINGS? Metal and plastic and somewhere the words I wrote ARE HIDIN Inside LIKE INVISIBLE INSECTS ( CHAINS RATTLE OR TIN CANS TUMBLE ALL WE KNOW IS THAT THERE IS A LOT OF NOISE!!!) TRASHY NOISY NEIGHBORS! THEY¶RE ALL AROUND ME> THEY CALL ME ALL KINDS OF NAMES THEY HATE THE FACT THAT I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE THEY THROW ROCKS AT MY WINDOWS THEY THROW SHIT AT MY DOORS ONE LITTLE BASTARD PISSED ON MY PORCH. \LITTLE PRIVK! HE NOCKED ON MY DOOR LIKE A SCARED PIECE OF SHIT
AND SCREAMED THAT THERE WAS A FIRE ON MY PORCH¶WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR THERE HE WAS STANDING THERE WITH HIS COCK IN HIS HAND AND OISSING AT MY THREHHOLD. I COULDN¶T BELIEVE IT AND WHEN I WENT AND TOLD HIS PARENTS OR LET¶S SAY A POOR EXCUSE FOR PARENTS ± A MOTHER WITH OINE LARE TOOTH HANGING OF HJER GUMS AND TRASH PILED FLOOR TO CEILEING ANDA FATHER WHO WAS FAT AND OILY AND MSOTHERED IN TATTOOS AND THEY LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TRIED TO TELL THEM WHAT THEIR LOVELY LITTLE COCK ASS OF A SON DID. ANYWAY, I LOVE MY PRIVACY AND MY BOOKS. I¶VE STUDIED ALMOST EVERYTHING THERE IS TO STUDY AND I¶M STILL A BLIND FOOL CARRYING DEGREES MY DEGREES LIKE FUNERAL PALLSOR DRIED SKINS TO SLEEP UNDER IN THE COLD. I WAS A TEACHER FOR TWENTY FIVE YEARS!
TEN YEARS, NO TWENTY!, LYING TO STUDENTS, PRETEND HISTORY, PRETEND POEMS, INTRICATE WALKWAYS OF INFINITE WISDOM WHAT DON¶T MEAN A THING ONCE WE¶RE DEAD.
and I for ten long years Have led my students through intricate paths only to find that I was as lost as them Nothing can be known! Ah! there's the thoughtThat wastes my heart I may be smarter than the silly herd² Doctors and lawyers ,priests and scribblers: No scruples startle me, no doubts perplex me,
I µm not afraid of the devil I¶m not afraid of hell I gave up on God many years ago Happiness? Joy?
Nothing but pock marks on my face. Therefore has joy departed from me; now No sweet imaginings of hoarded blessings, Which knowledge guards the key of²no bright hopes Of mending or enlight'ning dull mankind Beam on my darkling spirit. Wealth, or rank, Or worldly honours, I have none:²a dog Would loathe such base existence: therefore have I Given up my soul to magic, and essay'd If from the lips of spirits I could gather Secrets worth learning, that I may no more In bitterness of heart attempt to teach What my mind cannot grapple with, but fathom The secret places of the earth, and trace The seeds of things before they burst to being, Nor deal in words alone. O, thou pale moon! Would that those beams of beauty were the last
Should visit these sad eyes! thou, who so oft Bright'ning my vigils, with the learned page Hestshar'd my adoration, would that I Could by thy sweet light, wander on the tops Of the far hills, in mountain-caves converse With hov'ring spirits, flit o'er twilight meads, And bathing in thy dew, free from the thirst Of knowledge, live in peace again! Alas! Still am I rooted, chain'd to this damp dungeon, Where thro' the painted glass ev'nheav'n's free light Comes marr'd and sullied, narrow'd by dark heaps Of mould'ring volumes, where the blind worm revels² Of smoke-stain'd papers, pil'dev'n to the roof² Glasses and boxes²instruments of science² And all the old hereditary lumber Which crowds this cheerless chamber. This is then Thy world, O Faustus! this is called a world! And dost thou ask, why thus tumultuously Thy heart is throbbing in thy bosom why Some nameless feeling tortures ev'ry nerve, And shakes thy soul within ? Thou hast abjur'd The fair fond face of nature, ever beaming With smiles on man, for squalid loathsomeness, Dank vapours, and the mould'ring skeletons Of men and brutes: away! away! is not
by the pow'rful hand Of Nostrodamuspenn'd. society Sufficient for thy soul ? There thou canst learn To trace the starry course.'Tis most strange: Am I a god? It seems so palpable. Till thou bastlearn'd to hold with her high converse. she will strengthen thy mind's pow'rs. "The world "Of spirits is not closed: thy sense is dull: . Now do I know The wise man's meaning. while some strange impulse Tears down the veil from nature's mysteries. ye are hov'ring near me I [He opens the book and sees the sign of Macrocosmus.This wondrous volume. Fills my lost heart with joy. I see in these clear signs the bidden workings Of nature all reveal'd. when he said. And lays them bare before me. Ha! what delight does in a moment fill My senses at this sight! I feel at once The renovated streams of life and pleasure Bubble thro' every vein. and if instructed By nature. As spirits speak with spirits. Was it a god Who wrote this sign? it stills my soul's wild warfare. But in vain Would human wisdom read these holy symbols: Ye teaching spirits.
and perceives the sign of the SPIRIT of the EARTH ."Thy heart is dead. balancing reeling worlds. And from the winnowing of their radiant wings. and ever in their course Utter immortal harmony! How bright! How splendid an illusion! but. alas! Illusion only! Oh! how may I gaze Upon thee. Scatter eternal blessings! how they press From heav'n to earth. Arise. boundless nature?where embrace thee? Ye fountains of all life. And yet I pant in vain. How divinely Are all things blended! how each lives and moves But with the rest! howheav'nly powers descend. my son. whose living tides Feed heav'n and earth: the wither'd bosom yearns To taste your freshness! Ye flow sparkling on. And re-ascend. [He turns over the book with marks of dissatisfaction. arise! "Faint not! but in the redness of the morning "Bathe thy earth-sullied bosom." [He considers the sign with attention.
Expires²red beams of light play round my head² A shiv'ring feeling from the roof descends. thou must. Appear! Thou must. and to dare The shipwreck undismay'd. to bear The bliss of earth. I feel unusual courage To venture forth into the world. Already do I glow As if with wine. thou hov'rest near me: Reveal thyself! Ah! how my heart is torn² How all my senses labour with new feelings² I feel my whole heart given to thee. the woe of earth. tho' my life pay the forfeit! [He seizes the book and pronounces mysteriously the sign of the SPIRIT. to plunge Amid the howling tempest.²A red flame appears. I feel already My pow'rs increase.How diff'rently Does this sign move me! SPIRIT of the EARTH! Thou art allied to me. And seizes on each sense²I feel thee near. Spirit. Who calls me? . whom I invok'd. and the SPIRIT in the flame SPIRIT. Clouds gather round me² The moon conceals her light²now the lamp trembles.
And now² FAUSTUS. whose spirit press'd Until it reach'd to mine. (turning away) Fearful sight! SPIRIT. I am here! What pitiful weakness has seized on thee now? Where's the stout heart which did within itself A world create. Alas! I cannot bear thy sight. Thou form of flame! . where art thou. whose ev'ry power is shaken. fervently thou didst desire To see me face to face²to hear my voice² To gaze upon my countenance: the yearnings Of thy soul brought me hither. Faustus? Thou whose voice I have heard. Thy potent bidding Compels me hither from my distant sphere. Would with the bodiless creation blend Its grosser essence? Where. By my mere breath: a fearful crawling worm Coiling itself in dust. and which from earth aspiring. FAUSTUS.FAUSTUS. SPIRIT. Anxiously. And art thou he? Thou whose whole frame.
who en- . An unbounded ocean A changing strife A kindling life At the rustling loom of Time I have trod. in the tempests of action. circling the wide world. FAUSTUS. Wagner. Up and down I rave. yet say'st I do not equal thee? [Vanishes A knocking is heard. Proud Spirit! not like thee! Read'st thou God's image on my brow. Thou active spirit.Shall thy sight blanch my cheek?²No! I am he. Thou'rt like the spirit whom thy fancy paints. Faustus. Hither and thither in motion. And fashion'd the living vesture of God. Birth and the grave. And not like me. How near allied I feel myself to thee! SPIRIT. FAUSTUS. thine equal! SPIRIT. which proceeds from Faustus' pupil or amanuensis. In the floods of life.
in (as he conceived) solitary declamation. He is also a student. and reluctance to participate in Wagner's insipid society. 'tis delight ineffable For the maz'd spirit to transport itself . and expatiates in general terms on the inadequacy of art without the stimulus of natural feeling. in which the latter succeeds in convincing his friend of the inutility of human learning:² WAGNER. with a lamp in hishand.ters "in a night-gown and cap. but his inquiries are merely human. after the awful conference he has just held with a being of another world. The character of Wagner seems designed as a foil or contrast to that of Faustus."Faustus evinces great impatience at this interruption. Pardon me. The following is the conclusion of their conversation. and he evinces none of his master's anxiety to wander into the field of forbidden speculation: still he seems overawed and confounded by the more daring spirit of Faustus. but finding that Wagner had been attracted by the sound of his voice. he turns the conversation to the subject of eloquence.
which to our mind's eye shews The times as in a mirror. and see To what a wondrous height we soar beyond them. and were fools enough . garnish'd forth With sage. The worthless refuse. Oh. and what you deem The spirit of the times. The first glance Makes the heart sick. trite precepts. is but the spirit Of a few men. knowledge. which at best contains Only some great state-action. yes! even to the stars! Alas! my friend. WAGNER. What the wise world calls knowledge. FAUSTUS. Yes. We shrink from the dull lumber. But the world Man's heart and soul²surely a little knowledge Of these things is not valueless. who dares To give it its right name? The few who knew Aught worth recording. and in truth Oft shews a sight of sorrow. The ages that are past are unto us A book with seven seals seal'd. and such wondrous lore As fills the mouths of puppets.Back into former times: mark how the wise And learned thought in ages past. yet. FAUSTUS.
But to-morrow Is the first day of Easter. when ethereal beings Werehov'ring all around me? But. still leans On some weak reed. How hope will linger. what has been Their recompense. friend. Oh! I could wake For ever. but to listen to the words Of wisdom from your lips. I pray you. WAGNER. alas! This once I thank thee²the most miserable [Exit. which still. delving with eager haste For fancied treasures. but my grasping spirit will not rest Till it has master'd all.To vent their free opinions. The faggot. and the cross. and with joy o'erflowing. Though it find nought but earth-worms! Did the voice Of grov'ling human nature dare to mar My meditation. and we must now Break off our conference. An inmate of the heart. FAUSTUS. . let me then Propound a few more questions. and 'tis true that I have learn'd Much. I have studied With ardour. The night is far advanced. and their reward?²the stake.
He proceeds in the same strain of despair. Thou hast rescued me From despair's iron clutches. I deem'd beneath me. How little and how great I felt myself! But thou hast driven me back to the dull lot Of blind humanity. Who now shall teach me? What must I shrink from? what obey?²this impulse? Alas! our actions. and earthliness Thrown like a worthless garb aside: the cherubim. but none To bid thee stay. like our sufferings. My heart was full of hopes unutterable! What must my'expiation be? one word Of thunder has destroy'd those hopes for ever. Impede the course of life. proud Spirit! Power had I to compel thee here.Of all earth's children. methought I dwindled to a pigmy. Whose faculties the veins of nature fill. at length. Who live the life of gods. Grasp'd Truth's own hand. I may not mete myself with thee. the image Of God himself. deeming I had. . Oh! in that wondrous moment. and was about to gaze With eye undazzled on her stainless mirror: Basking in heav'n's pure light. I. Ah! the phantom Had lineaments so giant-like.
do ye already That song of consolation sing. until his eye glances on a phial of poison. and is raising the poison to his lips. mingling with the hosannahs of the people. when he hears the sound of the town-bells. and. He sits thron'd in heaven: Man's fetters are riven. which usher in Easter-Sunday. Christ has ascended.feeding the bitterness of his feelings with reflections on the objects by which he is surrounded. His sins are forgiven. His sorrows are ended. He seizes it eagerly. clear tones Wrench from my trembling hand the glass just rais'd To reach my lips? Oh! you deep-sounding bells. FAUSTUS. which once . Ha! what deep sound was that? What soft. Do you already usher in the morn Of Easter's joyful festival? Sweet voices! In holy chorus join'd. and he instantly determines on self-destruction. resounds the following:² Chorus of Angels.
Christ has ascended! They are happy who gave Their faith to his grave. . And here. but not found him. Chorus of Angels. Peal'd a new covenant of peace? Chorus of Women. His followers laid him. I hear. And his power to save.Around the midnight grave. heavy-hearted. And humbly his rising attended. Powerful and soft! what seek ye here? ye sounds Of heaven! what seek of me. but have not faith. encompass'd round With dusk and darkness! Breathe your lovely notes To softer hearts. With spices the sweetest. from angel lips. Linen and bandage We wrapp'd clean around him: Ah! where is he now? We have sought. A rich grave we made him. FAUSTUS.
I dare not strive to reach those happy spheres Where the glad tidings sound. then those bells Full and sonorous in my ear would ring Notes such as angels warble. yet pleasing. Some strange feeling. Chorus of Youths. when on my cheek The kiss of heaven descended. Memory holds back my hand. and yet those notes On which my infant ear delighted dwelt. o'er mead. Then. those notes Spoke of youth's cheerful sports. of spring's glad hours. around my heart She steals her light soft spells. Oh! once In the still sabbath-day. far lovelier. Powerful. The buried One has risen! He sits on high. Better and far. Ring on! ring on! Sweet symphonies of heaven! tears bathe my cheek. Exaltedly. and drew down burning tears² While to my sight a new world seem'dreveal'd. They woo me back again to life.And miracle is faith's lov'd progeny. And I am earth's again. Free'd' from the grave's dark prison: . Prayer was then Unutterable rapture. would impel my steps Thro' wood.
and all utter sen-timents characteristic of their stations. Toil thro' earth's night of sorrow. Oh! as thou art kind. The mechanics and labourers propose parties of plea-sure. and the whole idle population of the place are seen swarming forth to enjoy their holiday-sports.Heav'n's bright and glorious morrow Beams on him now. Take pity on our anguish. their daughters. citizens. but the next scene is before the town-gates and in the neighbouring country. He left us here to languish. and are reconnoitred by two students on the watch for amusement. Some young women in humble life are looking out for their sweethearts. In grief behind. A Second Chorus of Angels concludes the scene. maid-servants. This drama is not divided into acts. and little journies to favourite spots in the vicinity. Hundreds of artizans. A second pair of females of higher . While men below. They form separate groups.
but the following are the reflections of the former:² FAUSTUS. And Winter in his weakness hath withdrawn To the rough hills. Thence his hoar frost he breathes Upon the verdant meadow. and all things paints . and pitying the bad taste of the students. and a fortune-teller with her predictions. singing songs and passing rude jokes on each other. A beg-gar with his song. yet the sun Permits him not that one poor trophy. others converse on politics. The citizens break forth into invectives against the mayor. and mingles with the crowd: Wagner seems to feel little interest in the scene before him. Faustus enters with Wagner. The warm and vivifying glance of Spring Has melted the cold fetters of the brooks. but Dries up the envious mists.rank stand by observing the motions of the former. The several parties advance and retreat in succession. diversify the scene. and the whole seems designed to exhibit a concentrated view of the popular diversions 'and manners in the large towns of Germany. Green with the young year's promise is the vale.
a many-colour'd swarm Is pressing forth: all here to-day will come To feel the sun's warm beams. .'Tis a sight Of joy and wonder. which high and low Conspire to raise. How the active crowd Sweep thro' the smiling gardens and the fields! How many merry oars beat on the river.'Tis the people's heav'n And ev'ry loud huzza. and bus'ness of this world. From the black And yawning gate. Tho' bare of flowers. From the damp rooms of low-roof'd tenements² From trades and manual drudgery²from th' oppression Of beams and roofs²from dark and narrow streets. the human prospect spreads In gay and glad profusion. They celebrate Their Saviour's resurrection: they themselves Have for a few hours risen above the cares And miseries. Already do I hear the joyful hum Of the glad village. Distant and near! behold that boat just starting Laden almost to sinking. And the monastic gloom of churches: all To bask in heav'n's own brightness. Turn thee hither.With his own glitt'ring hues. The gay dresses Gleam in our sight e'en on the fair hill tops. speaks of contented hearts. and even here. And look back on the city.
Who prompts the helper. A dance of peasants and a pastoral song suc-ceed.Oh! here I feel that I am human still. from which the Doctor drinks to the health of the multitude as-sembled round him. during the plague. on the happiness he must experience in reaping such a reward for his charitable ex-ertions. and addresses him in respectful terms. In the interim an old countryman recog-nizes Faustus. but Faustus motions him to retire to a stone. offering him a pitcher. as during that plague many had fallen victims to his father's nostrums. and ad-ministered medicines to the sick at the risk of their lives. The old peasant relates to the rest how. Wagner declaims in a strain of pompous congra-tulation. a little apart from the crowd. Wagner con-soles him with the suggestion of his own inexpe-- . and there confesses that neither he nor his father greatly merited these testimonies of respect from the crowd. Faustus and his father went from house to house. but he tells them To bend in gratitude to Him above. They all invoke a blessing on his benevolence. and who sends the help.
In my bosom Two spirits are contending. each attempting To separate from the other. The Doctor proceeds with the fol-lowing admonition to his disciple:² FAUSTUS. Oh! never learn another. from your bright seats descend. and spreads Its wings to loftier emprize. I would not Exchange it for the costliest garb which e'er Was wrapp'd round regal limbs. The other powerfully soars. which his companion does not seem to understand. One with strong But sensual ties is fettering me to earth. Oh! if there Be spirits hov'ring in the air. acting under his father's directions. WAGNER.Were that mantle. And bear me on your happy wings to scenes Of new and varied being. and Faustus recurs to the description of the wild reveries of his imagina-tion. That magic mantle mine which bore the wearer To distant realms at pleasure. Thou hast but one desire. . being then a mere youth.rience. who rest 'Twixt heav'n and earth.
or from the south Quick from the burning desert bring with them Intolerable fires. or from the west With deluging swarms first charm. Man. and the air With ev'ning mists grows cool. From the north With arrow-pointed tongues in clouds they come. Awake to mischief willingly obey. Home is the place Best suited for us now. and like angels whisper. then inundate. Why do you stand. Or from the withering east they press and feed Upon the spring of life.Do not invoke That well known host. whose'countless myriads People the atmosphere. When what they breathe in our deluded ears. And seem thus bound what attracts your notice In the dusk twilight? FAUSTUS. fields. . let us hence: The sky is grey already. and meads alike. Because they willingly deceive. they seem From heav'ncommission'd. But. Scouring thro' fields and stubble? WAGNER. and from all quarters Swarm arm'd for man's destruction. See'st thou yon black dog. Is damnable as hell. They listen readily.
I see nothing But a black dog.Long ago I saw him. methinks he draws Light magic snares around us to enthral Our steps hereafter. FAUSTUS. And fearfully he jumps around us. WAGNER. Some ocular deception Obscures your senses. But do you observe How he in spiral circles wheels around us. For a rough poodle. I think. Consider him well. seeing Two strangers for his master's well-known face. What do you take him for? WAGNER. Its master's footsteps. FAUSTUS. tracking as 'tis wont. FAUSTUS. Doubtfully. but he dwelt not in my thoughts. . Nearer at ev'ry moment. Nay. and mine eyes Are much deluded if his black paws leave not A track of fire behind them? WAGNER.
I see nought that resembles An evil spirit: 'tis th' effect of teaching. FAUSTUS.FAUSTUS. and he jumps upon you: had you lost Aught. wags his tail. 'Tis a strange dog: stand still. It is a dog. WAGNER. he waits for you. WAGNER. Do you not perceive 'Tis a dog. They win our favour soon. and leap Into the water for your stick. . Lies on his belly. A wise man loves the brutes: aptest of scholars. You're right. Speak. [Exuent through the Town-gates. come here! WAGNER. FAUSTUS. The circle gradually grows narrower: Now he is near us. he would soon recover it. and does As other dogs do. and no spectre: snarls and bites. Join us: come.
I must translate it otherwise. At last. whom he in vain attempts to pacify. if rightly I feel myself enlightened by its spirit. Spirit! With deliberation. I will inscribe.²Faustus's Study. Nor let thy pen decide too hastily: Is it the mind creates and fashions all? "In the beginning was the Power. and weigh its meaning well. He is interrupted at intervals by the growling of the Dog." 'tis written: Repeat this line. Faustus soliloquizes. then. Here do I stumble: who can help me on? I cannot estimate "the Word" so highly. in a tone of feeling and sentiment.SCENE."'tis written." . on the stillness of the night. "In the beginning was the Word." it should be. It warns me that I have not caught its meaning: Help me. Yet. He feels a sudden desire to translate a passage from the New Testament. And perfect confidence. but cannot determine on an expression in his native language sufficiently comprehensive to express the creating power. calming every passion to repose. "In the beginning was the Deed. even while I write the passage down. Enter FAUSTUS with the DOG . "In the beginning was the Mind.
but. and threatens to expel him. which gradually dissipates. A travelling student! why it makes me laugh. All bail. MEPHISTOPHELES. and discovers Mephistopheles "drest like a travelling student. whilst without. He at length bursts in a cloud of smoke. and has recourse to this stronger incantation:² Art thou one who fell. FAUSTUS.At this juncture the yelling and howling of the Dog increase. most learned doctor! I salute you: In truth. whither he had retreated. Whose virtues incline The legions of hell to obey it. Deserter from hell? Then look at this sign. and nearly fills the room. and swells till he appears as large as an elephant. Faustus tries to subdue him with a spell of the four elements. the dog inclosed. I must confess you made me tremble. concludes that he is under the dominion of a higher power. spirits are heardbemoaning the loss of their comrade. and assumes the form of a hippopotamus. This was the kernel then." MEPHISTOPHELES. . finding that charm inefficient. Wherefore this noise?what can I do to serve you? FAUSTUS. Suddenly he becomes enlarged to an enormoussize. and Faustus again commands himto be quiet. At this potent bidding the Dog reluctantly issues forth from behind the stove.
What dost thou call thyself? MEPHISTOPHELES. but Mephistopheles explains that there is a slight hindrance. what you call Evil. in a word. at length designates himself as² A portion of that power. but whose actions good. Whose wills are evil. having free access to the window. however. for all that have existence Deserve. Destruction. That question seems To me a simple one. therefore. which is no . All. The conversation is continued in this strain until Mephistopheles expresses a wish to depart. FAUSTUS. so 'twere better That nothing earthly should enjoy existence. And rightly so. that they should perish. I am the spirit who says "nay" to all. What does this dark enigma signify? MEPHISTOPHELES. Is my peculiar element. and chimney. door. from him who lately Despised the Word. that you mortals mean by Sin. He. Faustus wonders that he should meet with any impediment.
He got in. and will be kept. as in he sprung. The first is a free choice. FAUSTUS. I beg you earnestly To let me take my leave. for this time. A moment stay. . it seems. MEPHISTOPHELES. Whate'er we promise you may safely trust to. But why not make your exit by the window? MEPHISTOPHELES. The dog did nothing note. I presume. be made. FAUSTUS. It is a rule with spirits and with devils. But. But that requires some slight consideration. the last a law.other than a pentagon on the threshold. I like it well: With gentry so precise. because there was a little opening left in one corner. has laws. Hell then. But now the case assumes another shape. By the same way they enter they depart. FAUSTUS. a solemn compact May. So let us speak of it anon more fully. 'tis true. We will not bate one jot of the agreement. The Devil has no means to make an exit.
Mephistopheles promises to enchant his eyes with delightful visions. and conclude by lulling Faustus with a song into a deep sleep. Whilst I invoke a rat's tooth to gnaw off The magic obstacle which bars my passage. I did not drag you here. Mephistopheles dismisses them with this acknowledgment:² He sleeps! 'Tis well.And answer a few questions ere we part. And plunge him in a sea of wild conceits. And for this concert bind me still your debtor. You freely came And fell into the trap without a bait. Nay. Ye have entranc'd him nobly with your songs. FAUSTUS. his ears with harmonious sounds. I will soon return. . Mephistopheles then begs permission to entertain Faustus with a display of his art. provided it be an agreeable one. You then may as you please interrogate me. MEPHISTOPHELES. He summons the spirits over whom he has controul. now release me. who obey his commands. Amuse his fancy with some pleasing dream. to which the latter acceeds. Ye tender airy spirits. He who has caught the devil should hold him fast. Thou art not yet the man to hold the devil. He may not light on such a prize again. and his sense of smelling with the most exquisite odours.
As lord of rats. and all reptiles. is at length severed. Come in. Now dream away. by whose aid the angle of the pentagon. FAUSTUS. FAUSTUS.² Now. FAUSTUS. Come in then: . Hark! 'twas a knock: come in: who now is coming To torture me? MEPHISTOPHELES. Mephistopheles then takes leave of his sleeping companion. Faustus. And lo! a little dog sprang forth and left me. he then summons a rat. being moistened with oil. all vanished? Methought I saw the devil in my dream. MEPHISTOPHELES.²Faustus's Study. and mice. exclaiming. FAUSTUS. until we meet again. You must Pronounce it thrice. 'Tis I. (waking) Am I then once again deceiv'd? and has That crowd of hovering spirits all. SCENE.
too young for listlessness. and weep To see a day dawn. And my long pointed rapier by my side. I wake with horror ev'ry morn. midst all The anxious fluterings of my heart. And hoarsely sounding thro' each hour of life. I stretch my tortured bones Upon a restless couch²wild dreams affright me² . a plume. Do you in like array bedeck yourself. (Too old for sport. 'Tis no matter What dress I wrap around my limbs: in all I shall be sensible of man's cramp'd powers And limited existence. which will not. FAUSTUS.MEPHISTOPHELES. And when night comes. in my cap. wearing My stiff silk mantle. fulfil One solitary wish. So: 'tis well! We soon shall be sworn friends. I come to shake Your fetters from you. That free and unconfined you may observe The changing scene of life.) To hope for from the world? "Forbear! forbear!" That is th' eternal theme rung in all ears. What have I. Like a gay young lord I come arrayed in gold and scarlet.
The god within me can stir up my soul Even from its lowest depths. Oh! happy he Whose brows Death in the hour of triumph binds With blood-stained laurels. MEPHISTOPHELES. . unsouled. FAUSTUS. yet has not power To move the world without. Therefore existence Is but a burthen to me²death a blessing² And life the thing I loathe. After the nimble dance. happy too is he. Then it seems It has become your pleasure to perform The spy's high office. whom he finds lock'd Fast in his true love's arms. FAUSTUS. And yet there was A certain man this night who feared to quaff A certain dark brown liquor. Oh! would that I Had sunk before the awful Spirit's power² Entranced. absorbed. MEPHISTOPHELES. Yet still is death Not quite a welcome guest. MEPHISTOPHELES.
Of which we glory in the vain possession. Accursed be All the proud thoughts with which man learns to pamper His haughty spirit²cursed be those sweet Entrancing phantoms which delude our senses² Cursed the dreams which lure us to the search Of fame and reputation²cursed all. or when he smoothes The pillow of inglorious dalliance² Accursed be the grape's enticing juice² Cursed be love. and plough²accursed Be Mammon. He tempts us to bold deeds. Children and wife. be the tame dull spirit Which bears life's evils patiently. FAUSTUS. . and hope. and with false And flattering spells into a den of grief Lures it. Above all cursed. And all my youth's remaining hopes responded With the soft echo of joys long gone by. Yet do I curse them all²all²all that captivates The soul with juggling witchery. and faith²and cursed. when with rich and glittering heaps. and slave. and binds it there. Yet I know much. Tho' from my heart's wild tempest A sweet remembered tone recovered me.I am not omniscient.
! Mournfully We bear its fragments oft to vacancy. Listen: 'tis the humblest band Of the spirits whom I command. Son of the Earth! As thou art powerful. so old and wise. Woe! woe! Thou hast destroyed it.² This lovely world Thou but crushed into ruin! It totters²reels²and falls: A demi-god has crushed it. . Hear how they. In splendour build The fabric up again: In thy own bosom build it up! A renovated life Begin with clearer sense. And weep Over its ruined beauty. And let new songs resound! MEPHISTOPHELES.Chores of Invisible Spirits.
then here I bind myself Your firm associate. Still must you not beneath your burthen sink. with men girt round. and ne'er . Your servant or your slave. FAUSTUS.To action and to joy advise. FAUSTUS. Which like a vulture feeds upon your heart! The very worst society will teach you To feel you are a man. MEPHISTOPHELES. Nay. I do not rank among the great. For that you have A long. or if you please.²answer me. Withering both blood and sense² Listen. And what must I Perform in recompense. and yet With me you are content to spend your life: If this be so. long respite. The Devil is an egotist. they entice thee hence. nay. In the wide world far away. O learn to dally with your misery. To no lonely thoughts a prey.
betide. . and soon My arts shall minister to your delight. When thou hast crushed This world to ruin. then let the worst That will and may. Let me know the condition.Does good to others for the love of God. Then Faustus. And at thy nod forsake repose and ease: When in another place we meet hereafter. let another rise. Then bind yourself. Here do I bind myself to be thy servant. With such a feeling Yon may proceed. here. That other place Gives me but small concern. MEPHISTOPHELES. Or the distinctions of mortality Exist in yonder spheres. MEPHISTOPHELES. Such a servant Brings danger to a house. this sun Shines upon all my sorrows: once set free And separate from them. Thou'ltdo the like for me. FAUSTUS. nor enquire again Whether beyond the grave man loves and hates. I'll bear no more On such a subject. From this earth all my sorrows spring.
MEPHISTOPHELES. and yet I shrink not. no: Shew me the fruit that withers ere 'tis plucked. Object of highest worship. The hour is coming when we may enjoy All that is good. Games at which none e'er won. Thou shalt have The treasures which thou seekest. Thou demandest Hard things. FAUSTUS. in safety. Bloom in perennial beauty. and bright honour. No. What can'st thou give. To lean upon my breast.And I will give thee things which human eye As yet ne'er feasted on. Full of immortal longings. Thou miserable fiend?can man's high spirit. no. . enchanting woman. FAUSTUS. my friend. To sport and perish in them. That melts like quicksilver in the grasping hand. And trees that day by day their green renewing. comprehended? Thou profferest food Which mocks its eager appetite. and while she leans there Woo with her treacherous smiles another victim. yet a meteor Around which darkness closes. yellow gold. but. be by such As thou art.
Remorseless fate has doom'd me To be a fettered slave. let the hour That brings it be my last. by Flattery or spells. and time be mine no longer. still linger. I do accept it. Think of your contract well. the clock may pause. I have not rashly Plighted my vow." Then throw me into fetters.Would that I Could but for one short moment rest in peace. to ruin. Thy service then is o'er. 'twill be remember'd. Ring my death-knell. FAUSTUS. What matters it. then I'll sink. You're fully authorized. Be the bargain ratified! And if at any moment I exclaim: "Linger. seduce me to the feeling Of one short throb of pleasure. MEPHISTOPHELES. Could you. Tho' the next should destroy me. And the hand fall. And willingly. Take you my offer? MEPHISTOPHELES. FAUSTUS. Or thine. beautiful illusions. or whose .
Mephistopheles tells him that man is not made "to digest the old and bitter leaven of sorrow. the step of one' of Faustus's pupils is heard on the stairs. and wishes to experience all the feelings. man's sublimest powers. he shall in vain Pant after new delights. dissatified and disgusted with his state and occupation. cleave to me. Permit thy heart to be by the foul spirit Hardened in magical delusions. Tho' he had ne'er Bartered his soul to man's eternal foe. and woo the pleasures of sense. yet elude his lips: Still. Ruin must have overtaken him at last. I'll drag him Thro' the world's wilderness²thro' tame inanity: He still shall sprawl. to which Faustus assents. despise Reason and knowledge. Whilst they are discussing this mystical lore. that he looks forward to no enjoyment in future.Mephistopheles then requires the contract to be written and signed with blood. still unsatisfied."and advises him to plunge into the vortex of society. And whose unlimited desires outstrip The joy of dull mortality. declaring that he is weary of human knowledge. Faustus declares that he will not see him. the food For which he thirsts and hungers shall torment His aching vision. Fate has bestowed A soul upon him that still presses forwards. Yes. and Mephistopheles offers to sustain the interview in the Doctor's gown and cap. then Thou wilt be all my own. but that which is to be derived from the practice of magic. which were divided amongst the whole human species. . and in the short interval during which he is left alone. on the thoughts and condition of his absent disciple. as well of pain as of pleasure. stop. soliloquizes thus.
metaphysics. The Devil seems to please.borate survey of the sciences. and retires.The student enters.wildered student protests. grey beard. The presence . himself by confusing the senses of his auditor with an ela. all of which he treats with equal sarcasm and contempt. sciatica batmen etnealum. I never As yet could learn the happy art of moving In the world's pageant gracefully. methinks I want The easy manners of the world. Whither you please We will explore the great and little world. that "all seems a dream to him. What joy. law. that the Doctor will inscribe a sentence in his album. Logic."and begs but one favour. Mephistopheles writes. on the prosecution of his studies. FAUSTUS. He then puts up the book with great reverence. and divinity. fall successively under the lash of his satire. what benefit. as he supposes. you will experience! FAUSTUS. But with this long. I cannot Make this attempt successfully. with his master. Whither shall we go now? MEPHISTOPHELES. until the poor be. and the student reads this inscription: Eritissicut Deus. Enter FAUSTUS. and discourses. which is.
theless seem struck with the strange shape and halting gait of Mephistopheles. nor scrip: a little gas Which I will presently prepare. He offers. to supply them with some of the best. Look at this mantle! only spread it forth. "move in a narrow circle. I shall be ever awkward and ungainly. I give you joy Of your new course of life. to serve for stoppers. like kittens hunting their own tails. And it will bear us through the impassive air.marks.pheles are welcomed by the revellers. may soon be learned. my friend.if they will bring him a gimblet. These are the easy sojourners in the land of existence. requesting also some wax. Take thou nor store. will bear us From the earth nimbly. That happy art. and carriages? MEPHISTOPHELES.. and says he would drink if they had better wine to give him. on which they pass some jokes.wine from his own cellar. The first picture of life which Mephistopheles presents to the observation of Faustus. How shall we proceed? Where are your horses. and he tells each to choose the wine he prefers. as the demon re. who."Faustus and Mephisto. They get one. however. Mephistopheles then bores a hole in . if we be but light. FAUSTUS. grooms. We shall mount rapidly. is a club of companions singing and drinking in a cellar at Leipzig. and ask him to sing them a song.Of others makes me insignificant. So soon as you feel confidence. so soon The art of life is learned. MEPHISTOPHELES. who never. He complies.
table. They draw the corks. and approach Mephisto. believe. "Be quiet. who with a solemn voice and gesture. and he will see them punished for their bestiality. Another unlucky guest draws one of the waxen stoppers from the table. but Mephistopheles appeases the flame with this charm. Here is a miracle only. The vine is wood. and stops all the holes up with the wax. Horns does the goat wear. He shrieks with the pain. Here a lesson profound of Nature receive. and fire flies in his face. the whole company unsheath their knives. Mephistopheles warns them not to spill a drop. Now draw the corks.while Mephistopheles desires Faustus to observe the boors.pheles. A momentary frenzy and mental delusion seize them: they imagine themselves transported to a . friendly element. opposite the spot at which each person is seated. Mean.the . and make merry. who by this time are pretty well advanced in liquor. They drink immoderately. They stand amazed and look at each other. This wooden table can wine produce. repeating with strange ejaculations the following spell: Grapes does the vine bear." The boors. One of the party carelessly lets some of his wine fall on the ground: it turns to fire. and each has the wine he longed for. begin to quarrel with Mephistopheles. tho' wine is juice. Be here and be there. pronounces False word and face. Change sense and place.
seizes his neighbour's nose."he enquires. "cannot you prepare the draught yourself?" The answer is ready:²'tis the work of time. MEPHISTOPHELES. and each. A male cat. imposed upon by a ludicrous deception.course to be had to some other means of renova. The walls and roof are covered with the strange furniture of a witch's habitation. Remember. mistaking it for a bunch of grapes. Faustus is then taken with Mephistopheles in search of the elixir of life. Faustus is disgusted with this scene of witchcraft. and still more at the uninviting appearance of the liquid contained in the cauldron. regi. and hard labour. how the devil sported with you. which are nevertheless ludicrously absurd. They answer in a confused jingle of rhyme . Me-phistopheles enquires after their mistress.vellous ingredients. Mephistopheles directs the attention of Faustus to the familiars. The boors release each other. sits near.men. and watch-ing. half mon. skimming it. "But why. who possesses the knowledge of its singular and mar. There is a demi-human intelligence in their behaviour and language. with the young ones.ting life. diet. and requires the patient care of the hag.ling a process for one who strives to match him. He vanishes with Faustus. warming itself. With the view of discovering this. they explore A WITCH's KITCHEN. and pre pares to cut it off. lest it should boil over.vine-yard. This is too grovel. except the natural specifics of air. He desires re. and express their mutual astonishment. The devil declares that he knows of no other.keys.self with spirits.monkey. In the smoke which arises from it several figures appear. Delusion from their eyes the spell withdraw. On a low hearth a large cauldron stands over the fire. and half cats. A female cat-monkey is sitting by the cauldron.
approaches it. Like that in dust mingles. And bear me to her presence. as in a mist I trace her lovely form. until Faustus. the old monkey uttering a wild comment on their sport. of which the following is a part: Like that ball Does earth rise and fall. This mummery continues. Faustus again testifies his disgust. Like glass it jingles. Wonderful! When nearer I approach.She feasts away From home to-day. and leave the spot Where I now stand entranced. Fairest of Women! . Up at the chimney's top. and then hastily retreats. making an almost unintelligible demand for money. and fawns upon him. And keep rolling rolling around. The young animals are meanwhile amusing themselves with rolling a large ball or globe. exclaiming: What do I see? what heavenly form is that Reflected on yon magic mirror's surface? O love! the swiftest of thy pinions lend. backwards and forwards. who has been standing before a mirror. And 'tis hollow beneath the ground. when the male monkey crawls up to Mephistopheles.
These exhibit several extraordinary antics. and a great flame darts up the chimney. He admits the excuse for once. thus addresses them. has extended to the devil: the northern phantom with his tail. whence the witch descends with a terrific shriek. Mephistopheles. The Devil says there is no danger. The cauldron. and sports with the animals.And can it be that Woman is so fair? Oppressed and fetter'd by this baser form.pheles. now boils over. and that he was unattended by his ravens. and then. Or is there aught so excellent on earth? Mephistopheles mocks his transport. What do I see? And who are ye? What want ye with me? What brought you hither? May the fire-pain wither Your bones together! She then stirs the cauldron. the devil throws himself into a chair. Gaze I on all the beauty heaven contains. and horns. He now requires a glass of the elixir for Faustus. She excuses herself by pleading that she did not observe his cloven foot.pared. and sprinkles Faustus. first calling Mephistopheles aside. perceiving Faustus and Mephistopheles. The monkeys utter a cry of anguish. with flames. and the animals. and sharply reprimands the witch for not recognizing her visitor before. She first vents her imprecations on her familiars. he informs her. which the witch readily gives. they had neglected. The witch. and infonps her that the im-provement which has taken place in the world. claws. is a non-entity. but Mephistopheles discovers himself. which they immediately drop on the ground and dash to pieces. he will not live an hour. . which during their awkward attempts to ingratiate themselves with Mephisto. and re. and present him with a crown. and as Faustus still remains with his eyes rivetted on the illusion. but disguises his legs as much as possible. that he still retains the hoof as a mark of distinction. for he is a friend.minding him that if the stranger drinks unpre.
and finally pours out the elixir.nary implements within it. FAUSTUS. but Mephistopheles hurries him away. but. She motions Faustus to approach her. at length drains the goblet. and is desired by his conductor not to remain passive. Lovely lady." SCENE. but adding. with strong emphasis. pronounces a mystical spell. and places several extraordi. FAUSTUS mod MARGARET crossing the Stage. I am neither a lady. she is so modest and virtuous. may I venture to offer you my arm and protection? MARGARET. Faustus still casts a lingering look towards the mirror. Faustus steps out.making strange gesticulations. encouraged by Mephistopheles.ceives a light flame rise from it. which Faustus is about to drink. He starts back. resting her book upon them. and I can go home without protection. and Exit.monkeys also within the circle. and gives them a light to hold. when he per. and the cauldron to bubble and simmer' The witch takes a large book. you will soon think every woman a Helen. places the cat. then draws a circle. [Disengages herself. The witch breaks the circle. "After the draught you have swallowed. The glasses begin to jingle. but to keep in constant motion. more beautiful than any woman I ever saw. FAUSTUS. nor lovely. . in an under tone. By heaven! this girl is beautiful.²The Street. consoling him with the assurance that' he shall soon behold the model of female perfection. that the elixir may produce its effect. She then.
Which? FAUSTUS. who had nothing to confess. who has just given her absolution. She who has just passed. How quickly she was displeased! This is quite transporting. but must employ cunning. Red lips. Mephistopheles declares that he dares not use force. Can we go now? . I have no power over her. MEPHISTOPHELES. Enter MEPHISTOPHELES. for which a fortnight at least is requisite. I listened hard by: she is quite an innocent creature. if he does not procure her for him that very night. Faustus threatens Mephistopheles to part from him at midnight. Hear me: I must have that maiden. blooming cheeks²I shall never forget this day! the manner in which she cast down her eyes is indelibly stamped upon my heart.although a little pert. but promises to introduce Faustus into her chamber. FAUSTUS. She? She came from her confessor. FAUSTUS. MEPHISTOPHELES.
and was certainly of high birth: I could read it in his looks: he would not else have been so presuming. and procure a present for her.²Evening. It is too early. MEPHISTOPHELES. braiding and binding up her Hair. and many a good spot to search in. Enter MEPHISTOPHELES and FAUSTUS. MARGARET. I would give something to learn who that gentleman was whom I met to-day: he had a noble mien. I must look about me a little. [Exit.MEPHISTOPHELES. TIME. I know many hidden treasures. SCENE. .²A small but neat Chamber. MARGARET. Making presents already! Bravo! He gets on. [Exit. Take care. FAUSTUS.
. FAUSTUS. He continues in this train of meditation until Mephistopheles re-enters. MEPHISTOPHELES. MEPHISTOPHELES. (After a short pause) Pray leave me alone.MEPHISTOPHELES. Pierce to my inmost heart. Away! away! I ne'er will leave this spot. Come in. Pleasing pain of love. and happiness Can dwell within a dungeon. thou soft twilight.) Not many maidens are so neat. FAUSTUS. Quick! I see her coming below. come in. sweetly hallowing This sanctuary. (looking around. softly. (prying about. FAUSTUS. [Exit.'Tisth' abode Of order and content. Oh I there is wealth In poverty like this. which still is feeding On Hope's soft dew. A lovely stillness seems To reign within this chamber.) Hail.
. He then again urges Faustus to depart. What is this? Heavens! look here. What can be in it? Perhaps somebody left it as a pledge. 'Tis very wonderful. How would this chain become me? To whom can all this finery belong? . and my mother has lent some money upon it. and discovers the casket of jewels. A shivering runs through my whole body. [Exeunt. MARGARET. Jewels A noble lady might wear these on the gayest holiday. There is a small key tied to it.Mephistopheles produces a casket. I feel I know not how.) and yet it is not warm without. Ester MARGARET bearing a Lamp. How did this beautiful casket come here? I am sure I locked the cupboard. I think I will open it. How close and sultry it is here! (Opens the window. I would my mother were come home. I never saw any thing like it. MARGARET. which he places in the cupboard. What a foolish fearful girl I am! She sings a ballad. She then opens the cupboard to put by her clothes. undressing at the same time. which the latter at length consents to do.
the for. But thinks still more of him who sent them to her. Thinks of the precious jewels morn and night.] I only wish these ear-rings were mine.[She decorates herself with the jewels. or what desires.mer acquaints him that Margaret's mother had discovered the jewels. and that with this intent she had sent for her confessor. Alas! we poor maidens. that being convinced they had been left for an unworthy purpose. All depends on it. young girls? It is very well. I look quite another thing with them on. and directs Mephistopheles to procure for her another casket more splendid than the first. she had obliged her daughter to make an offering of them to the virgin. Nor knows she what she wants.²A Public Walk. Mephistopheles an-swers that she was very unwilling to part with it. and delivered the casket into his hands. and walks before the glass. With these injunctions he departs. You are praised and pitied with the same breath. Faustus enquires how Margaret bore the loss of her finery. SCENE. but that's all. and to continue to pay court to the convenient neighbour. Martha. and adds that now Uneasily she sits. . What avails beauty. and to him MEPHISTOPHELES. Enter FAUSTUS in deep meditation. Mephistopheles pretends extreme vexation. and Faustus desiring to know the cause. All hunt after gold. Faustus expresses compassion for her mortification.
who has abandoned her. declaring that he has something of importance to commu-nicate. when. who seems flattered by it. and enquires for Martha by her name. she says.forms him that she is of but humble birth and that the jewels which she wears do not belong to her. lest she should transfer this casket also to the con. Margaret attempts to console her. [Exit. but. to be dead. and is still . "Yes. which she has just found.not wear them in the streets. He then in. Martha bursts into tears. and brought to shew to her friend Martha. and looks at herself in the glass." he adds. attached to Saint Anthony's church at Padua.MEPHISTOPHELES. but the dignity of her appear-ance. they can admire them together. and moon. she can. The latter advises her not to inform her mother. for the rest my pockets are empty. and thus elude observation. or exhibit them at church for fear of her mother's anger. The garrulous old woman immediately communicates his mistake to Margaret. one cause of mortification still remains. and desired to be remembered to her with her latest breath.solus. She tries them on. Martha is discovered in tears. but in.forms Martha that her husband is dead." rejoins Mephistopheles. Mephistopheles enters. and whom she believes.that some opportunity may offer for dis. and Mephistopheles begs her to listen to the conclusion of the melancholy tale. and Mephistopheles takes her aside. but that he is reluctant to intrude in the presence of Margaret. some festival may take place. "lies buried in consecrated ground. shesuggesta. and all the heavenly bodies. Margaret is half wild with joy at the sight of so many brilliant ornaments. She laments the state of uncertainty she is in with respect to the fate of her husband. "Her husband. Martha invites her to call upon her frequently. SCENE²Neighbour Martha's Dwelling. Margaret enters with the second casket. She expresses a wish to have a certificate of the fact of his death. sun. to cause three hundred masses to be said for his soul.whom he pretends to take for a young lady of quality.. "Martha is offended that he did not send her a keep-sake. which occasioned his error. at which she can bring them out singly. "one strict injunction. So fond a fool would blow into the air Earth." She enquires if he had sent her any thing. As a mere pastime to amuse his love.playing them. Mephistopheles politely observes that it was not the jewels. to set her mind at rest.self. Whilst they are engaged in conversation.fessor. Martha discovers her.
SCENE. by stating that they will wait the arrival of their visitors that evening in the garden. but perceiving that she is "nothing loath. What is the state of your heart MARGARET. as he is going. when the term of mourning is expired. Sir? MEPHISTOPHELES. Enter FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHELES.²(aloud. Mephistopheles advises her.)²Ladies! Farewell! Martha begs him." says aside. and Martha concludes the conversation.²The Street. "now it is time to be off. What do you mean. (aside) A good girl²quite innocent. she would tie the devil himself to his word. He expatiates on his friend's courteous manners. Me-phistopheles observes that the testimony of two witnesses is requisite." He turns to Margaret MEPHISTOPHELES. and offers to bring a friend of his with him who will willingly depose to the fact before the proper tribunal. How now can it be done? Shall we succeed. to procure for her a certificate of the time and manner of her husband's death and burial. and that he had spent all he gained upon a fair damsel at Naples. FAUSTUS. Margaret makes a timid remark.more so when she learns that he attributed his deser-tion of home to the usage he received from her. He sportively makes her a half-offer of himself. in order that she may have it inserted in the Weekly Gazette. and speedily? . to look out for another husband.
Margaret will soon be yours. MEPHISTOPHELES. FAUSTUS. who seems born To play the procuress. FAUSTUS. MEPHISTOPHELES.MEPHISTOPHELES. Sancta simplicitas! There is no need of that: you can depose. A rare project truly: we must make The journey first. One service well deserves another. FAUSTUS. 'Tis well. We must give valid evidence that the body Of Martha's husband rests in holy ground At Padua. Yet something still will be required of us. for at the house Of her near neighbour. we shall this night see her. FAUSTUS. the project . 'Tis well: I find you hot. If you Have nothing better plann'd than this. Tho' you know nought about the fact. Martha. MEPHISTOPHELES.
Must be abandoned. And will be still a sophist and a liar. MEPHISTOPHELES. truth. to morrow Delude poor Margaret. MEPHISTOPHELES. FAUSTUS. .²of man. Aye. FAUSTUS. all given positively . Will you not. Honourable as you call yourself. With unseared conscience and unblushing front? Yet weigh the subject duly. Yes. and every impulse Of head and heart. and swear you love her Even from your very soul. most pious man! Has this become a stumbling-block? Would this Be the first moment of your life in which You've borne false witness? Did you never give Sage definitions of God²earth²and all That dwells therein. Oh. Devil! thou art. MEPHISTOPHELES. yes! if that were all I knew. and swear truly. you'll confess You had as little knowledge of these things As of this good man's death. 'Tiswond'rous well: and then you'll add love.
. The conversation between Faustus and Margaret in this scene. is interrupted at the parts marked with asterisks by another disconnected dialogue between Mephistopheles and Martha.Eternal truth. No more: it will: When my heart labours with impassioned feelings. Sir. Is that a false and lying trick of hell? Faustus finally yields to the reasoning of Mephistopheles.--A Garden. I see you put up with my rudeness. and passion uncontrolable. I seek for names to call them by. In this dialogue Martha lays strong siege to the heart of Mephistopheles. who advance and deliver their sentiments as the former retreat. everlasting. SCENE. Enter MARGARET leaning upon the arm of FAUSTUSMEPHISTOPHELES leading Martha. Will that be truly sworn too? FAUSTUS. endless. and catch Words of high import. and they depart together.²They walk up and down. MARGARET. and find none. and this fire which wastes me I call eternal. Then do I wander through the world. who answers in his usual ironical and sarcastic manner.
MARGARET. Aye. MARGARET. Nay. Sweet modesty and mild humility Are the most precious blessings which the hand Of bounteous. yes. out of sight. lovely Nature. Believe me. oft is vanity and folly. O ne'er do innocence. FAUSTUS. FAUSTUS. MARGARET. Politeness Yields you full store of compliment. but friends You have. many friends. and their holiest worth. To make me blush. and out of mind. (kissing her hand) One look from you. one word of yours contain More than the wisdom of this world. Know their own value. . showers down Upon an earthly head.And in your goodness thus demean yourself. to so learn'd a man My simple prating must be dull indeed. who're wiser far Than I. dearest! what the world calls wisdom. and simple virtue. Travellers are so polite! I'm well persuaded. How? FAUSTUS.
and plucks the leaves off one by one. indeed. My brother is a soldier. FAUSTUS. Not that she need. . Yet willingly would I endure it all Again. often much alone? MARGARET.² (She gathers a flower. One moment stay. MARGARET. What is that for? a nosegay? MARGARET. Are you. FAUSTUS. Yes. and toil from morn till eventide: Besides. my young sister Is in her grave: I had much trouble with her. and yet Requires attendance: we maintain no servant: It is my task to cook and tend the house. be quite so frugal. sew. If she resembled you she was an angel. my mother is so strict and nice. yet I rarely cease from toil.) FAUSTUS.Think of me only for a single moment: I shall have time enough to think of you. I loved her so²even from my heart. Knit. My father left a competence²a small house And garden. then. for our family is but small.
MARTHA. and be this flowery omen To thee an oracle of heaven. He stands a moment lost in thought. with wild delight) He loves me! FAUSTUS. and exclaims. my love. (Plucks the last leaf. FAUSTUS.) He loves me²loves me not.²(She tears the flower. FAUSTUS. Go to: you'll laugh.No. What play? MARGARET. Mephistopheles and Martha reenter. Yes. and then follows her. What is that you say so softly? MARGARET. but Margaret soon disengages herself. "he loves thee?" He seizes both her hands. (half aloud. and mutters something indistinctly. .²He loves me²not. yes.) FAUSTUS. He loves thee! Know'st thou the meaning of these words. only play. and runs off. Sweet heavenly countenance! MARGARET. (repeating) He loves me²loves me not.
He seems to be enamoured of the girl. MEPHISTOPHELES. Yes. SCENE. here every eye is turned To watch its neighbour's steps. MARGARET comes jumping in. They have just flown away up yonder walk. MARTHA.²A Summer-house. conceals herself behind the door. He is coming. but here Scandal abounds. MARGARET. even we should not Escape.Night approaches. MARTHA. MEPHISTOPHELES. Enter FAUSTUS. prems her fingers to her lips. A pretty pair of sportive butterflies. . I willingly would press your stay. But where do our young couple loiter? MEPHISTOPHELES. we must away. And she of him²thus runs the world away. [Exeunt. and peeps through the chink.
[Mephistopheles knocks at the door. Sir.) MARGARET. (entering. May I not see you home? MARGARET. A friend. (stamping with impatience) Who's there? MEPHISTOPHELES. FAUSTUS. we must depart.) Thou best of men I love thee from my heart. FAUSTUS. Adieu! MARGARET. Tis time to leave. it is late. FAUSTUS.FAUSTUS. (returning his kiss. Soon to meet again. My mother would²Farewell! MARTHA. MARTHA. You little rogue. .) Indeed. MEPHISTOPHELES. A beast. and is it thus you trick me? Ha! have I caught you?² (Kisses her.
and the beings Peopling the fragile leaf²the air²the waters² Are to my sight revealed. [Exuent.[Exuent: FAUSTUS sad MEPHISTOPHELES.²A Forest and Cavern. thou hast given to me All. All created things Thou mak'st to pass before me. Thou hast not turned Thy beaming countenance in vain upon me. SCENE. I cannot think what 'tis he sees in me. I am a very silly creature. . Thou gav'st me glorious Nature for a kingdom. Thou didst not merely grant a cold short glimpse. And makes the hills re-echo to their fall. But laid her deepest mysteries open to me. and answer "yes" to all he asks. crushing both trunk and branch. Oh. Then to the sheltering cave thou leadest me. all that I desired. while. FAUSTUS. Dear me. MARGARET. how wise he is! I stand before him quite ashamed. when the storm Howls crackling through the forest²tearing down The giant pines. The faculty to feel and to enjoy her. As a friend's bosom. thou great Spirit.
Are yon not weary of this life? How long Can it bestow enjoyment? 'Tis enough To taste but once. With busy malice in my breast he fans An ardent flame for that bright form of beauty. Thus from desire I reel on to enjoyment. from the damp Moist bushes. And in enjoyment languish for desire. and moderate The too wild luxury of silent thought. While on the rocky ramparts. Enter MEPHISTOPHELES. Thou gavest me an associate. And turns thy gifts to nothing with a breath. O now I find and feel the lot of man Is not perfection: with this high delight Which brings me near and nearer to the gods. There I may gaze upon The still moon wandering through the pathless heaven. though insolent And cold. he humbles me into myself. rise the forms of ages past In silvery majesty. MEPHISTOPHELES.And there layest bare the deep and secret places Of my own heart. . without whom I can exist no more. then on to something new.
FAUSTUS. So mad. is verily not much to lose.FAUSTUS. so unkind. All the day long my hands have toil'd for thee. what untried. Why dost thou thus Flit like a weak-eyed owl in-caves and clefts? Why like the toad draw nourishment obscene From moss and dripping stones?fitting pastime² You have not yet renounced your former calling. You would not say thus much to me in earnest. Such a companion. I can leave you to yourself most willingly. Would you had other occupation Than to torment me on a happy day! MEPHISTOPHELES. so harsh. Well. That's the right tone² Look you for thanks for being wearisome? MEPHISTOPHELES. Poor child of earth! howwould'at thou have dragged thro' This life without me? Long ago I rescued thee From the vain phantasms of imagination. And were it not for me thou would'st ere this Have ceased to tread this globe. . And yet in my lord's looks I n'er can trace The purpose of his mind²or what he wishes Accomplished.
You have been sinking Into your former state. Thou would'st be devil enough to envy me. Could'st thou divine what rapturous blissfulness This wandering in the wilderness imparts. And arrogantly grasping unknown bliss Till thou seem'st earth's no more. and soon will be ." We must not whisper to chaste ears of that Which chaste hearts can't dispense with.) I dare not Proceed. Envy thee what? thy lying on the mountains Amidst the night-dew? Yearning to embrace All earth and heaven?²swelling thy pigmy spirit In fond imagination to a god's? Rooting from out thee every trace of earth?² Feeling a whole week's business in thy bosom. Briefly. But it must not last long. I grant you now and then the bliss of lying. And you must utter now the well-bred "fye. You're displeased. then.² FAUSTUS. Fye on you! MEPHISTOPHELES. MEPHISTOPHELES. and then the high. The wond'rous intuition? (with a grimace.FAUSTUS.
And sometimes she is cheerful²oftener sad. (aside. Once You could return affection. and all goes cross With her: she cannot root you from her heart. and at her window She stands and gazes at the busy crowd Upon the town walls. Time seems long. Instead of reigning like a monarch here. Methinks. She loves you²passionately loves you. Serpent! serpent! MEPHISTOPHELES. Your true love sits at home. 'twere well if you Would stoop your greatness to the poor fond girl Whose heart is breaking for you. FAUSTUS. I shall catch you yet. Amidst the woods and wilds. Piteously long to her. The brook is shallow now again.) Aye. Cursed villain! . Tears then will fill her eyes. and then again A seeming calmness fills her heart but love Is its unwearied inmate.As wretched as at first. FAUSTUS. Enough of this. and your love Was like a brook swollen with melted snow. "Would I were a bird!" That is her song from morn till eventide.
What heavenly joy is in her arms! Oh! let me Repose upon her bosom: do I not Participate her woe? Oh! am I not . base Pandar! MEPHISTOPHELES. Away.Begone: name not that lovely creature:²do not Invite my half infuriated senses To wish her mine again. FAUSTUS. MEPHISTOPHELES. Ah! you abuse me: I must laugh. often have I envied you Beneath the roses. What joy. not to death. And so you have almost. Well. FAUSTUS. I never can forget her. What then must be The sad result? She thinks you have forsaken her. FAUSTUS. Now 'tis great pity²you shall once more enter Her chamber. And were the winds and waves a barrier 'twixt us. Nay. ne'er forsake her. like two twins embracing. my friend. I am near her. MEPHISTOPHELES.
And made a ruin there. to cut short these hours Of torture! Let what must be.² And she with childlike passions undisturbed In her own little cottage. When it cannot perceive the outlet. Long live the brave! Now. take thy victim! Help me. . Your weak fancy. and console her. th' abhorred Of God. was not content to seize the rocks And beat them into fragments. but even her. And her young mind's sweet peace I undermin'd. be at once! May her fate overwhelm me²when I sink Let her sink with me! MEPHISTOPHELES. Faustus. without a wish Beyond that narrow world? But I. rested. fool. girt around With smiling fields.The fugitive²the houseless wanderer The wild barbarian without an object? Or like a cataract that from rock to rock With eager fury leaps heralding ruin. thou art well nigh demonized: There is nought more ridiculous than this² A Devil that despairs. Hell. thou Devil. thinks The end is come at once. How you foam and rave! Go in.
. I open my window. My bosom is sore. A dark grave I see. My poor shatter'd reason Is quickly departing. My bosom is sore. at her Spinning-Wheel.SCENE. SINGS. My peace of mind's ruin'd. I shall ne'er meet him more.²MARGARET'S Chamber. I ne'er meet him now. And my poor foolish heart With sorrow is smarting. I ne'er meet him now. I shall ne'er meet him more. The universe round Is a prison to me. MARGARET. My peace of mind's ruin'd. Where he is not present.
manly and high. . Oh! could I but clasp him. I shall ne'er meet him more.And watch for him there. his kiss. The smile on his lip. And keep him from roaming. And. His form. ah! me. And give him one kiss. His firm stately tread. His hand's gentle pressure. I go forth and wander. And the fire of his eye: And his eloquent tongue Dropping accents of bliss. My wild bosom swells At the thought of his coming. My bosom is sore. ne'er meet him now. My peace of mind's ruin'd. And search every where.
And receive but his kisses. FAUSTUS. and will never rob any human being of his faith and his religion. how gladly! SCENE. MARGARET. Henry. You feel that I am kind to you. FAUSTUS. Must I? MARGARET.As I should then so madly. Promise me.²MARTHA's Garden. FAUSTUS. dearest. MARGARET. MARGARET and FAUSTUS. and yet. . I promise whatever is in my power. I would die then. you do not much regard it. This will not suffice. MARGARET. Pray tell me what are your sentiments with respect to religion? You are a perfectly good man. you must believe. methinks. Abandon that topic. I would lay down my life for her I love.
notwithstanding her girlish simplicity. . In all my life My heart has never felt so deep a stab As that man's hideous aspect gives it. and then expresses her dislike to her lover's constant companion. has too much good sense to be imposed upon by general professions of faith calculated to cover any kind of religious creed. It has to me been long a source of grief To meet with you in such society. It is long since you have been to mass or confession. she then changes the conversation. She tells him he has no christianity. You do not venerate the holy sacraments. Margaret. MARGARET. FAUSTUS. however. The man whom you associate with Is hateful to my sight. How so? MARGARET. But still without desiring to partake of them.Ah! if I could but prevail on you. Do you be-lieve in God? Faustus replies to this interrogatory by one of those mystical definitions of belief in God which characterize the professors of natural religion. FAUSTUS. Mephistopheles. I do. and. desirous apparently to turn from so unpleasant a subject. MARGARET.
I would not live with any such as he. 'Tis written on his brow. MARGARET. Angel! Fear him not. MARGARET. It o'erpowers . I have a kindly feeling for all men. I meet him with you. But greatly as I long to see you. May heaven forgive me if I do him wrong! FAUSTUS. Henry. When in our house he enters. Oh! thou sweet warning angel. that human soul He cannot love: when on thy breast reclined I feel so easy. He casts around him a malicious glance.FAUSTUS. That man's appearance withers every feeling. MARGARET. with an inward shudder. Oh! his presence stirs my blood. In this wide world there must be such as he. FAUSTUS. fondly confident. And almost grins²'tis plain he feels for none. And have a deep conviction he's a villain. No. not for worlds.
I think that you must feel as I do.) Alas! how sternly I could once reproach . That thought alone disturbs my peace of mind. my love. three drops of which. and is struck with remorse of conscience when she reflects on what she has been and now is. I have not power to pray. She tells how that unfortunate girl has been seduced and aban-doned. Margaret becomes pregnant. to fetch water from the spring. The result is easily divined. The latter enquires if Margaret has heard what has happened to their companion Barbara. Nay. nay. as she returns solitarily to her home. she applies it to her own situation. Henry. Margaret and Betty enter with their pitchers. The nest SCENE is at the Fountain. MARGARET.surance. Margaret administers the potion. That if his presence shocks my sight much longer. (Soliloquy. he says. She has no pity for her. MARGARET. She demands to be assured that it will have no other injurious effects. that she may indulge her licentious passion. will seal her mother's eyes in sleep. and. and he gives her that as. 'tis nought but prejudice. and the fiend exults over the ruin he has achieved. He offers her a liquid. but Margaret seems deeply impressed with the affecting tale. I think 'twill stifle even my love for you. I must away.So strongly every feeling of my heart. When he is near. The mother sleeps. Faustus here intreats her to admit him to her chamber. and then he may steal in unobserved. never to rise again. FAUSTUS.
How did I bless myself.² And now behold me pale with sin myself! But oh! the cause that urged me to transgress. How dear it was! O Heavens! how beautiful! The FAUSSE-BRAYE. thy piercing sighs Rose up for his. In a niche in the wall is an image of the Mater Dolorosa: before it are some flower-pots. . Thou saw'st thy son's last pangs below. Methought the crime was hardly blamed enough. Pierced through his side. Then to the father turned'stthine eyes. and for thy woe. Margaret places fresh flowers in the pots. Thy piteous sobs. Oh! do not scorn her. when all of blame was said. To expose another's sins. and raise my head. my ready tongue Could scarce find words enough to vent its spleen! In vain they blamed. With sufferings tried. Heavenly mourner. HYMN.When any poor young maid had gone astray. Who prays thee to behold her woe.
only woe. When through my chamber darted. And my heart bursts within me. When early morning shone. and sigh. and moan. Where'er. and still desires.None can conceive How deep I grieve. Woe only. And sadly watched his ray. Is all that change of place can win me. I rose up broken-hearted. Thou only know'st. As with fresh flowers I filled it. I scarcely feel alone. . How my poor heart in throbs expires. where'er I go. The sun's beams 'gan to play. I weep. The stand before my window I dropped a tear upon. And how pain shoots thro' every bone. thou know'st alone. How trembles still.
Hemmed by the circling throng. But shew me now. Done! done! cling. and I smiled. I proudly listen'd To every trooper's story. enters. SCENE. When many an idle vaunt broke gaily forth. TIME. the brother of Margaret. Who prays to behold her woe. And stroked my beard. A maiden equal to my own dear Margaret. Heavenly mourner. A maiden fit to minister to my sister [forth. I said. and thought how vain it was.²Night. from Death's fell blow! Oh! do not scorn her. my friends. raising the full goblet to my lips. which has now become the public talk of the town. let every man think as he lists.²Before MARGARET's Door. And to the flower of. Valentine. He thus bitterly laments the loss of honour to her and to himself:² Oh! when with merry comrades I have sat. clang. such boisterous sounds broke . Filled to the brim.maidens many a glass. has drowned the word of praise. in all the land. Then. He has discovered his sister's infamy.Help! save from shame.
and with violent invectives assails them both. which ushers in the festal night of spirits and witches. He utters a cry of pain. Faustus describes the state of his feelings:² How from the casement of yon sacristy. And pierces. and sings be-neath Margaret's window. with his bitter taunts. and start at every random word. He plays a serenade on the guitar. Each scurvy fellow turns his nose up at me. declaring that he feels new spirit on the eve of the approaching first of May. he sees Faustus and Mephistopheles. At the close of his soliloquy. I sit me down. Alas! I have not power to say they lie. And tho' I have the power to smite the wretches. gleams the ray within my bosom! Mephistopheles replies in his'accustomed ironical manner. and a fainter ray Into the darkness which now gathers round it:So darkly.But some more shrewdly said. it is enough To make me tear my hair. And casts a fainter. by heaven! it is. and falls. She is indeed the jewel of her sex. and dash my brains out. Mephistopheles . and make a thrust at the young soldier. "the lad is right. And shrink. whilst he parries his blow. Valentine then comes forward. The soldier's arm is paralyzed by the demon. The ever-burning lamp gleams dimly out. as if I were a criminal. approaching cautiously under cover of the night. my heart." And every foolish praiser was struck dumb And now. and Faustus runs him through the body. Mephistopheles desires Faustus to draw his sword.
he reproaches her with her shame. and displays its pale face to the light of day. to the hardened impudence of practised infamy. I'm hurt to death. THE CROWD. That is a word soon said. Almighty Power! what misery! VALENTINE.flict on her that vengeance which she merits. And sooner still the blow was given that caused it. from the first commission of thecrime. as drawing the veil of night over its countenance. he tells her of the progress of vice. But soon it grows and waxes great. and moan? Come hither. but he indignantly spurns her as a shameless pandar. Women. when first born.hurries Faustus off. . MARGARET. Thy mother's son. He prophecies that the time will come when she will feel the bitter pangs of remorse²when all will shrink from her touch as from an infected corpse ²when she will not dare to flaunt in her golden chain and stand at the altar²when she will no longer captivate in the dance. dry these tears. He describes sin. and tempts the eye of light. alarmed at the cry of the wounded man. He addresses himself particularly to Margaret. A crowd assembles. why stand ye there. and Margaret enquires who it is that lies on the ground.²'tis now too late to mourn. and shriek. a beggar and a cripple when heaven may pardon. listen to my parting breath. and her brother utters this mourn-ful admonition. and dies:² Nay. and Martha and Margaret appear at the window. Margaret bursts forth into an exclamation of bitter anguish. then it may be crushed without resistance. and entreats him not to burthen his parting soul with calumny. Strange perversity! As its visage becomes more hideous. Martha interferes. the more it courts notice. but earth will heap maledictions on her head. but shrink into some dark corner. and wishes that he had suf-ficient strength remaining to enable him to in. The two females come forth from the house.
Then when you spake the word that yielded honour, You gave the deepest stab that pierced my heart. I woo the sleep of death, and go to God, As best befits a brave man, and a soldier.
SCENE.²The Cathedral. Celebration of Mass.²Organ and Singing. A numerous congregation²MARGARET among the rest an EVIL SPIRIT standing behind her.
EVIL SPIRIT. How different, Margaret, were thy feelings once, When still a child, and young, and innocent, Here at the altar's foot with reverence kneeling, From thy worn book, lisping the daily prayer, Mixing with infant sports, a thought of heaven! Margaret, how rests thy mind? What evil lurks Within thy heart? Didst thou come here to pray For thy poor mother's soul, who by thy crime Was plunged in lingering pain? What blood is this Which stains thy threshold? Feel'st thou not within thee Another proof of sin already stirring, Another warning of fresh springing torment? MARGARET. Woe! woe! oh, that I were released from thoughts
That rise in spite of me, and 'whelm my soul In one wild ocean of despair!
THE CHOIR. Dies irae, dies illa, Solvetsaeclum in favilla.
[The Organ sounds. EVIL SPIRIT. Heaven's wrath pursues thee; now the trumpet sounds² The tombs are shaken²and, again created, Thy heart arises from its ashy bed, And wakes to fiery tortures. MARGARET. Oh! that I were away from hence. Methinks The organ drowns my breathing, and the hymns Sink in my heart, and rend its strings asunder.
THE CHOIR. ludex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquidlateladparebit, Nil inultumremanebit.
MARGARET. I feel oppress'd; the pillars and the walls
Close in upon me, and the vaulted roof Descends to crush me. Air! a breath of air! EVIL SPIRIT. What would'st thou seek to hide thee? sin and shame Cannot be hidden.Ask'st thou air and light? Woe, woe unto thee!
THE CHOIR. Quid sum miser tuncdicturus? Quern patronumrogaturus? Cum vizjustus sit securus!
EVIL SPIRIT. The blest avert their faces; the pure souls Shrink from extending forth their hands to save thee; Woe!
THE CHOIR. Quid sum miser tune dicturus
MARGARET, (To a bystander) Help, neighbour! oh! support me. [Falls into a swoon.
the moon shines dimly above their heads. He thus paints the aspect of the scene before them:² O'er the night a cloud condenses. reptiles in motion. Up the owls affrighted start. Hear'st thou voices in the air. and entangled fall. The last breeze of spring blows coldly. Boughs rustle. Birds of all kinds are still in concert. as torn by storms. and threading the labyrinths of this region of magic to the heights consecrated to the celebra-tion of the Witches' Revel.The famous Walpurgis-Night. Roots creak and stretch. and the scene. pursuing a toilsome journey. or night of the first of May. Listen! how the pillars part. and swarms of glow-worms sparkling all around. scarcely distinguishing the projecting boughs and jutting cliffs. Through the woods a rush commences. as if it were day. twining like ser-pents. knotty trunks stretched out in all directions. snap. is now arrived.² In startling. The travellers join in a wild strain. And through rent clefts and shattered trees. as if to intercept their path. changing to the Hartzmountains. descriptive of the surrounding objects of wonder ²the moving trees²the bending cliffs²the frilling torrents and rivulets²the unearthly sounds²and the echo like the voice of other times. The ever-verdant roofs from under. or he will be swept to the preci-pices below. discovers Faustus. till it is commanded by the Evil-One to go straight forward. . under the guidance of Mephistopheles. Mephisto-pheles directs Faustus's attention to the veins of ore glowing in a deep cleft of the mountain. Mephistopheles calls an ignis-fatuus to light them. he scents the approach of the concourse of guests hurrying forward through the air to this great magic festival. and desires his charge to hold fast to the rock. Now sighs and howls the rushing breeze. climbing up rocks. Upon each other rush they all. It proceeds before them in its usual tortuous course. and break asunder! The trunks incline in fearful forms.
Mephistopheles displays the all-potent sign. lest they should be separated. and leaps out of the rushing po-pulation. Mephistopheles again warns Faustus to be on his guard. mingling in the chorus. disgusted by an evidence of her un. He points out to Faustus. Then saw I²² MEPHISTOPHELES. listen to the converse of each. Mephisto. magic song! The witches then appear in full band. The following dialogue passes between them. The voice of Faustus in reply. and exerts his authority in commanding the throng to make way. the voices of those above. and crawls towards him. and Mephistopheles to an old witch. Mephistopheles suddenly assumes the form of an old man. Faustus addresses himself to a fair magi. He recommends him to hold fast to his skirts. They lead them forth to dance. and sows. where many fires are blazing. and decorated with all the paraphernalia of their order. and of those who are making their way up the mountain. the cloven foot.cian. They approach a detached spot. and gaze on their revels.pheles perceives the danger to be imminent. a serpent recognizes it. pitch-forks. and her step Appears constrained. He describes to Mephistopheles the sight which shocked him. and now near? Yes.Now far distant. He enjoins Faustus to attach himself to him. sailing in troughs. as though her feet were fettered. . the mountain's ridge along Sweeps a raging. and another object also which has interested him more nearly. dost thou see A pale fair maid. Adam's first wife. Lilith. goats. Faustus abandons his partner. FAUSTUS. They sing a rude measure. Mephisto. standing yonder? She moves away but slowly. mounted on broom-sticks. What? FAUSTUS. alone there. distinguished by her beautiful hair. The two visitants advance from party to party. sounds from a considerable distance.earthly nature.
She seems to every lover. . Thou know'st the tale Of her of old. Dismiss the thought. MEPHISTOPHELES. is twined Around its lovely neck. In truth those eyes belong to one not living. like his mistress.Methinks²I must confess the thought that strikes me. And that is the sweet form I have embraced. Whom human hand may vainly seek to touch. But that is like the bosom I have pressed. It is a phantom which thou must not meet: Her withering glance would chill thy mortal blood. and yet. 'tis merely idle fancy. FAUSTUS. I marvel why that slender scarlet string. 'Tis magic all: thou silly. Not broader than a knife's flat ridge. Medusa. Oh! what delight. dreaming fool. And turn thee into stone. She wears the semblance of my own dear Margaret. MEPHISTOPHELES. alas! what sorrow! I cannot turn my eyes from gazing on it. That is a form of magic without life. FAUSTUS.
where an interlude is represented. and now in prison! That gentle. cast. to this²deluding. FAUSTUS. . entitled Walpurgis. into a gloomy dungeon. as it has no connexion with the main plot of the piece. SCENE²The Country. In sorrow! in despair! so long and piteously astray. and brave my anger. and hurries him away to a little hillock.²A gloomy day* *[Coleridge footnote:] This Scene is in prose in the original. treacherous demon! This then thou kept'st secret! Aye. FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHELES. concealing from me her increasing woe. which. and all this while hast thou been lulling my attention with thy silly pastimes. roll thy hideous eyes in devilish fury on me.Night.Mephistopheles turns the whole into a jest. we do not translate. and reserved for horrid tortures! And is it come to this. Stand there with thy insufferable front. or Oberon and Titania's Golden Nuptials. hapless creature. MEPHISTOPHELES. like a worthless criminal. and is therefore so translated. In a dungeon! In hopeless wretchedness! To fiends abandoned and her merciless human judges. and leaving her to perish unrelieved.
FAUSTUS. Change him again into hisfavourite shape. . and let him creep before me on his belly. and thou²thou lookest with fiendish sneer upon the fate of thousands.She is not the first. or thou on us? FAUSTUS. Now we are again at our wit's end. MEPHISTOPHELES. were not in infinite mercy's sight a just atonement for the crimes of all. and that the agonies that one endured. if thou cant not go through with it? What. that more than one created being into so frightful an abyss of misery has been plunged. where Man's sense cracks. watching his stumbling steps and clinging to his falling weight. that I may trample him beneath my feet into the dust: the wretch! not the first! Oh! sorrow. thou Eternal Spirit! again transform the reptile to his canine form² that form in which he crept across my path. The misery of this one victim harrows the sense of life within me. wouldst thou fly. Gnash not thy hungry teeth at me! I hate thee. and art not proof 'gainst giddiness? Did we intrude on thee. Powerful. rolling before the harmless passenger. sorrow² beyond all human reason to conceive. Why didst thou make a compact with us. Dog! horrible monster! Transform him.
.) Art thou about to grasp the thunder? 'Tis well it was not given to blind mortality. why bind me to this vile associate. I cannot sever the avenger's bonds. still rests upon the town. Save her? who was it plunged her into ruin²I or thou? (Faustus looks wildly around. Save her. whoknow'st my heart and soul. who feeds on mischief. who deign'dst to shew thyself to me. light on thee! conduct me to her. where lies the slain. And yet thy own danger²think of that? know that the guilt of blood. FAUSTUS. or woe betide thee! The curse of curses most appalling light for a thousand years upon thee! MEPHISTOPHELES. avenging spirits hover and await the murderer's second coming. and exults in ruin? MEPHISTOPHELES. thy hand bath shed. or loose his bolts. she must be free! MEPHISTOPHELES. Take me to her. Above the grave. FAUSTUS. that is the tyrant's way to 'scape from difficulties. She shall. That too from thee! the death and the destruction of a world. Hast finished now? FAUSTUS. To crush the innocent who fronts his path. unholy fiend.glorious spirit.
MEPHISTOPHELES. What forms are those hovering about the place of execution? MEPHISTOPHELES. they flit up and down²they bend and stoop. FAUSTUS and MEPHISTOPHELES mounted on black horses rush by. FAUSTUS. MEPHISTOPHELES. FAUSTUS. and release her. in readiness. do thou obtain the key. I will conduct thee: hear what I can do! have I all power in heaven and earth? I will entrance the jailor's senses.I command thee. Away. This I can do. TIME. SCENE. See. and. . with thy mortal hand. FAUSTUS. I will be waiting near.²The open Country. shall bear you off. The phantom-steeds.²Night. [Exeunt. then²to it. I know not what they're doing. from out the dungeon-walls 'convey her.
FAUSTUS before the dungeon gates. [He seises the lock. They are sprinkling now. her only fault²a yielding heart. FAUSTUS. A voice is heard within. in yonder damp recess. Her fault. Away! Thou lingerest in thy fear while death is nigh.) . and thine eye Dread'st to behold her once again. Thou tremblest to approach her. (unlocking the dungeon door. SCENE²The Prison. There does she dwell. Hallowing the charm. on! [Exeunt.A witches' meeting. with a key and a lamp. On. singing a rude ballad. FAUSTUS. And all the grief of man now sinks upon me. so gross as to indicate insanity. FAUSTUS. MEPHISTOPHELES. A trembling long unfelt assails my limbs.
And that has been my ruin. and must I Already die? Fair also was I once. Have mercy! let me live a little longer: Will not the morning's dawn be time enough? Am I too still so young²so young. MARGARET. bitter death! FAUSTUS. (throwing herself before him) If thou art human. MARGARET. My garland is all torn.) Woe. To bear me off in the still hour of midnight. FAUSTUS. (striving to conceal herself in her straw-bed. (on her knees. woe! they come: oh! bitter. (softly. alas! he's far away. [He enters.She dreams not that her love is listening near. then my love Dwelt near me: now. and every flower Is scattered: nay. Hears the straw rustle. You will alarm the slumbering jailors: hush! [He lays hold of the fetters to unloose them. . nay. [Rises. seize me not so rudely! Spare me! how have I injured thee? Let me Not supplicate in vain for mercy to thee: 'Tis the first time I e'er beheld thy face. hush! 'tis I: I come to set you free. MARGARET.) Ruffian! who gave thee this authority. pity my distress. and the fetters clank.) Hush.
and now they say I kill'd it. (aloud. see! beneath these steps. shall stay me: I fly to embrace. Where does he stay? I hear him call my name. none. (kneels by his side) O. let us kneel and supplicate the saints! See. and. none. (falling upon his knees) Behold thy lover at thy feet. I am at liberty. FAUSTUS. MARGARET. he comes To break the heavy bonds of woe asunder. Can I survive this sight of agony? MARGARET. how came they to apply it? FAUSTUS. No more shall I know joy²no. Hell rolls its fires. (listens²then jumps up²the fetters fall of) That surely was the voice of him who loved me. hark! the Evil One Raves wrathfully. Thou see'st I'm in thy power²then let me only Give suck to my poor babe: the whole night long I pressed it to my bosom: 'twas stolen from me To drive me mad. to hang upon his bosom: . and horribly below.FAUSTUS.) Margaret. beneath this threshold. 'tis unfeeling: there's an old song Runs in that strain. Margaret! MARGARET. they sing ballads Upon me.
those soothing tones of love. MARGARET. not one kiss! and hast thou then forgot To kiss in this short absence from thy Margaret? Why on thy bosom do I feel uneasy. And is it thou? Say it again. 'Tis I! MARGARET. I am saved. Haste. and the pleasant garden Where I and Martha waited for thy coming. I know those sweet. Oh! stay a little. [Embracing him. 'Tis he²'tis he²where are my torments now Where is the dungeon's horrors. he stood upon the threshold.) Come with me. Thru' fiends. come away. What. and diabolic laughter. How willingly where thou art would I stay! FAUSTUS. fetters' weight? Thou'rt here. thou com'st to save me. FAUSTUS. if thou hastenest not we both shall rue it. dark taunts.Margaret he called. Amid the howling and the din of hell. MARGARET. Already do I see the street where first My eyes beheld thee. FAUSTUS. (striving to remove her. .
Art thou he?²I scarce believe it. come on. Thou wilt strike off thy Margaret's cruel chains. Come²come²the night already wanes. Ah! thy lips are cold. I am. Is it no dream.When once thy words. follow me. are dumb. I have drowned My child. yet I'll press thee to my hart a thousand times. And take her to thy bosom. my love.) And is it thou? art thou indeed my love? FAUSTUS. Come. But only follow me. (turning towards him again. Take courage. in truth? That hand So dear²but it is moist. Alas! . MARGARET. MARGARET. Where is thy love? ah! who has stolen it from me? [turning from him. 'tis all I ask.²Was it not thine as well as mine?² Thine also. I am my mother's murderer. Give me thy hand. FAUSTUS. MARGARET. thy looks to me were heaven Revealed? and then thou strovest to stop my breath With kisses. Shrink'st thou not From my embrace?Knowest thou whom thou free'st? FAUSTUS. come on.
To press me to thy heart Were sweet. MARGARET. and thou strovest My fondness to repel. FAUSTUS. No: thou must stay. Methinks there's blood upon it.Wipe. What bait thou done? For heaven's sake sheath that sword! FAUSTUS. MARGARET. Oh! if thou feelest all this. To freedom. else Will none rest near. while I describe the graves Which on the morrow thou must see prepared:Give the best to my mother. I pray thee come. It seems as though I forced my love upon thee. my brother. And hast the same kind gentle look as ever. MARGARET. next. Thou stabbest me. not too far. Ah! is the grave without? Does Death wait? come then. wipe it off. and yet thou'rt he. . Oh! let the past be past. Whither? FAUSTUS. Myself aside²a little. And on my right breast lay my infant. were happiness²but never more Shall it be so to me.
Oh! snatch it out at once. conscience struck. and. One step. Deep in the wood. Oh! Henry. It strives to rise. Quick. I will not move from thee.²it struggles still²save²save it! FAUSTUS. the door stands open. and still they'll seize me. quick! Away! Save thy poor child.From hence to everlasting rest. MARGARET. FAUSTUS. Collect thyself. and thou art free. To be obliged to beg. would that I could go along with thee. there where thou see'st the plank Across the pool. MARGARET.Thou turn'st away. Would. and not One step beyond. for me there is no hope. FAUSTUS. Roaming about through foreign lands to beg: 'Tis wretchedness itself. MARGARET. Fly hence. away²awayUp yonder by the brook: beyond the stile. I may not go. How cold it is! . And if thou wilt thou canst. Ah! what avails to fly²they wait to seize me. Would we were past that hill! my mother there Is sitting on a stone.
Day dawns! my love. and shakes Her grey head towards me²now she beckons not. If no entreaties and no words will move thee. Day?yes. Oh! those were blissful times. FAUSTUS. Release me! no. Ah! my garland. She slept while we were happy. MARGARET. the streets. my love! MARGARET.²'tis the bell that sounds²the staff Is broke asunder²how they seize and bind me² They bear me to the scaffold²every neck . then seize me not With cruel murderous hands: for love of thee I did all this. Nor nods²her head seems heavy²long she slept² She wakes no more. I will not suffer force. Not at the dance:²the crowd assembles close² Nothing is heard²the square. Tell none That thou wert here with Margaret. FAUSTUS. I needs must force thee hence. It is quite withered:²we will meet again. will scarce Contain them.There on a stone my mother sits. 'tis day: the last day passes on² My bridal-day it should have been.
On consecrated ground? He comes for me.Feels the sharp sword. MEPHISTOPHELES. Thine am I. surround² Protect me! Henry. Thou. . How useless is this trembling and delay. (to Faustus) Come²come²or I abandon thee to her And ruin. And idle prate: my horses shiver yonder. O that I never had been born!. or you are lost. Already does the morning's dawn appear. O God! and to thy judgment. MEPHISTOPHELES. MARGARET.. now you make me tremble. heavenly Father! save me. What rises from the earth?²that being! he! Send him away.shaltlive. FAUSTUS. and ye hosts of saints. (appearing at the door. What is his purpose here. MARGARET. FAUSTUS. as now it falls on mine: 'Tis silent now. I yield to thee.) Come on. as silent as the grave. MEPHISTOPHELES. save me! Ye angels. MARGARET.
the artist had a more difficult task to perform. But in depicting the great Enemy of Man. not merely the different characters.She is judged. He has followed him into magic ground. (to Faustus) Come here with me. . THE END. from Retsch's originals. and attempted to give identity to the several abortions of humanity that assemble on the Brocken to join in the Witches' revel. given to Mephistopheles a sort of animal contour of visage. A VOICE (from above). even with the simple aid of outline. In his delineations of the three principal personages of the drama he has con-trived. approach. how. but often indistinct conceptions of his countryman. [Vanishes with Faustus. powerful. with his squinting eye. Henry! Henry! As this little publication is designed to serve also as an accompaniment to the Series of Outlines. it has been thought ad-visable to subjoin a Table of Reference to the several subjects of the plates. A VOICE (heard from within). and the cos-tume and scenery are correct and appropriate. has embodied in a very pleasing manner the wild.ever. but also the different changes of character in the same person. can only be described as a man. as contained in the preceding pages. Retsch has. and each gradation of her career is marked by its characteristic expression. The attitude of Margaret repulsing the first addresses of her seducer is innocent and elegant.ing to a fiendish leer. since the text presents no decided traits to seize on. She is saved."engraved by Mr. Moses. to define. The several situations are accurately delineated. which. illustrative of "Faust. for a devil in human shape without that degrading emblem of the beast. This is particularly perceptible in the appearance of Faustus after he has partaken of the elixir vita. the cloven foot. MEPHISTOPHELES. is admirably adapted to personify a demon in disguise. Mr. the lines of his features losing the rigidity expressive of age and contemplation. and goatisft expression of countenance. The ingenious German artist above alluded to. and softening into the semblance of youth and gallantry.
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