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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Hayward seemed to have been accepted as the standard, in default of anything more satisfactory: the English critics, generally sustaining the translator in his views concerning the secondary importance of form in Poetry, practically discouraged any further attempt; and no one, familiar with rhythmical expression through the needs of his own nature, had devoted the necessary love and patience to an adequate reproduction of the great work of Goethe’s life. Mr. Brooks was the first to undertake the task, and the publication of his translation of the First Part (in 1856) induced me, for a time, to give up my own design. No previous English version exhibited such abnegation of the translator’s own tastes and habits of thought, such reverent desire to present the original in its purest form. The care and conscience with which the work had been performed were so apparent, that I now state with reluctance what then seemed to me to be its only deficiencies,—a lack of the lyrical fire and fluency of the original in some passages, and an occasional lowering of the tone through the use of words which are literal, but not equivalent. The plan of translation adopted by Mr. Brooks was so entirely my own, that when 3

Bayard Taylor FAUST
IT IS TWENTY YEARS since I first determined to attempt the translation of Faust, in the original metres. At that time, although more than a score of English translations of the First Part, and three or four of the Second Part, were in existence, the experiment had not yet been made. The prose version of

sufficiently showed the danger of allowing license in this respect: the white light of Goethe’s thought was thereby passed through the tinted glass of other minds. the plea of selecting different metres in the hope of producing a similar effect is unreasonable. The value of form. from masterly examples. and his peculiarities. of a foreign nation. is the first question to be considered. His example confirmed me in the belief that there were few difficulties in the way of a nearly literal yet thoroughly rhythmical version of Faust. which might not be overcome by loving labor.Faust further residence in Germany and a more careful study of both parts of Faust had satisfied me that the field was still open. in the manner of Clement Marot. and adopt his situation.—that the means furnished by the poetical affinity of the two languages had not yet been exhausted. on the contrary. was of the opinion that Faust ought to be given. and assumed the coloring of each. in a poetical work. Hayward).—nothing remained for me but to follow him in all essential particulars. The alternative modes of translation which he presents (reported by Riemer.’ says he: ‘the one requires that the author. where the identical metres are possible. The advantages of both are sufficiently known to all instructed persons. simple realism of many passages. No poet ever understood this question more thoroughly than Goethe himself. frequently encouraged—in the English of our day. demands of us that we transport ourselves over to him. may not both these “maxims” be observed in the same translation? Goethe. it is true. his mode of speaking. quoted by Mrs. that there should always be this alternative? Where the languages are kindred. however. .” and accepted by Mr. Moreover. in the arbitrary metres adopted by the translators. The same objection does not apply to English. 4 Austin. A comparison of seventeen English translations. in her “Characteristics of Goethe.1 are quite independent of his views concern1 “‘There are two maxims of translation. There are a few archaic expressions in Faust. the other. or expressed a more positive opinion in regard to it. be brought to us in such a manner that we may regard him as our own. and equally capable of all varieties of metrical expression. but this was undoubtedly because he felt the inadequacy of modern French to express the naive. but no more than are still allowed—nay. in French.’” Is it necessary.

Die Kunst des Deutschen Uebersetzers aus neueren Sprachen. that it is the utterance of whatever in man cannot be perfectly uttered in any other than a rhythmical form: it is useless to say that the naked meaning is independent of the form: on the contrary. is very much like attempting to translate music into speech. “All that is poetic in character should be rythmically treated! Such is my conviction. when about to write a poem. indeed. 1797. Tycho Mommsen. and the Shakespeare of Tieck and Schlegel—is an incontrovertible evidence of the vitality of the endeavor.3 ing the substance. may be distinguished from Prose by the single circumstance. . it would only show that the distinction between prose and poetry had been completely lost sight of. the form contributes essentially to the fullness of the meaning. which we find given elsewhere.” 3 “Goethe’s poems exercise a great sway over me. one would become bewildered and accomplish nothing of real poetical value. by giving up or chang5 fashion of expression: it is the form of expression absolutely required by a certain class of ideas.”—Beethoven. In Poetry which endures through its own inherent vitality. we might hope to construct a similar work of art before the eyes of our countrymen. “is an unconscious result of the poetic mood. and with the same mysterious beauty. rather than by giving it up. Poetry. If the substance of my ‘Roman Elegies’ were to be expressed in the tone and measure of Byron’s ‘Don Juan.”—Ibid. If one should stop to consider it mechanically. not only by their meaning. but also by their rhythm. in his excellent essay. there is no forced union of these two elements.”—Goethe to Schiller. in the clearest and most emphatic manner. “The rhythm. It is a language which stimulates me to composition. “there are great and mysterious agencies included in the various forms of Poetry. To attempt to represent Poetry in Prose. goes so far as to say: “The metrical or rhymed modelling of a poetical work is so essentially the germ of its being.” said Goethe. and if even a sort of poetic prose should be gradually introduced.Goethe ing the value of form.2 Poetry is not simply a 2 “You are right. that.” said Goethe.”—Eckermann. The immeasurable result which has followed works wherein the form has been retained—such as the Homer of Voss. They are as intimately blended. as the sexes in the ancient Hermaphroditus.’ it would really have an atrocious effect.

a portion of the same creative power. Lewes reaches this conclusion: “If. it will be tolerably evident that no one unacquainted with the original can form an adequate idea of it from translation. I cannot accept this illustration as valid. but lacking their felicity of words. not opinions. Surrendering himself to the full possession of the spirit which shall speak through him.). and then carefully go through Hayward’s prose translation. Mr. Anster’s version is an almost incredible dilution of the original.—especially as our literature needs examples. also. we reflect what a poem Faust is.” and I do not wish to continue the endless discussion. his task is not simply mechanical: he must feel. For words in poetry are not. while Hayward’s entirely omits the element of poetry. Lewes4 justly says: “The effect of poetry is a compound of music and suggestion. Dr.”5 which is certainly correct of any translation wherein something of the rhythmical variety and beauty of the origi5 Mr. because Mr. equivalent in meaning. that I feel bound to present some considerations which the accomplished scholar seems to have overlooked. however. a secondary inspiration. their grace and melody.” He thereupon illustrates the effect of translation by changing certain well-known English stanzas into others. written in other metres. Mr. and that it contains almost every variety of style and metre. Anster’s brilliant paraphrase.—they are tones in the harmony. carries with it so much authority. . therefore. which to alter is to alter the effect. this music and this suggestion are intermingled in words. 6 word or phrase in the English lines he quotes. as in prose. and be guided by.Faust The various theories of translation from the Greek and Latin poets have been admirably stated by Dryden in his Preface to the “Translations from Ovid’s Epistles. he receives. He turns away from the one best 4 Life of Goethe (Book VI. More than this. A recent expression. simple representatives of objects and ideas: they are parts of an organic whole. to represent what is said in another language. Lewes gives the following advice: “The English reader would perhaps best succeed who should first read Dr. Lewes purposely omits the very quality which an honest translator should exhaust his skill in endeavoring to reproduce. whereas the translator seeks precisely that one best word or phrase (having all the resources of his language at command).” This is singularly at variance with the view he has just expressed.

Wenn Wälder erzittern Kommt. by Freiligrath and Strodtmann. hallend. hallend. Horn—antwortet. hallend!” —it must be a dull ear which would be satisfied with the omission of rhythm and rhyme. as the genius of our language will permit. Carlyle. wie die Brandung Wenn Flotten zersplittern! Schnell heran. Hayward in mistaking Lied for Leid. wie der Wind kommt. blas. Heine’s “Two Grenadiers. 7 When Freiligrath can thus give us Walter Scott:— “Kommt. Viel’ Lichter wehn auf blauen Seen. as accurate a reproduction of the sense.” by Dr. however. Longfellow. translated by Mr. Schneller kommt Al’e!—Häuptling und Bub’ und Knapp. Echos. I refer especially to such subtile and melodious lyrics as “The Castle by the Sea. the line Mein Lied ertönt der unbekannten Menge.” is translated: “My sorrow voices itself to the strange throng. schnell herab. Mr.” by Dr. and the “Silent Land” of Salis.Goethe nal is not retained. Und schneeige Gipfel. both literally and rhythmically. reich an Sagen. Where all the restraints of verse are flung aside. Hedge. 8 On his second page. that there is no sufficient excuse for an unmetrical translation of Faust. we have so many instances of the possibility of reciprocally transferring the finest qualities of English and German poetry.6 in the passages which he translated. to urge against Mr.8 or Strodtmann thus reproduce Tennyson:— “Es fällt der Strahl auf Burg und Thal. and also to the German translations of English lyrics. in Wiederhall erschallend: Blas. 1828. I notice. and tone of the original. have followed Mr. Hayward not only occasionally mistakes the exact meaning of the German text. That very much of the rhythmical character may be retained in English. at least. Furness and many of Heine’s songs by Mr Leland. In fact. So far from having given us such a reproduction.” of Uhland.7 6 Foreign Review. Bergab die Wasserstürze jagen! Blas. Hayward’s prose translation. Herr und Vasalle!” 7 I have a more serious objection. from the Helena (Part Second). “My song sounds to the unknown multitude. Goethe’s “Minstrel” and “Coptic Song. was long ago shown by Mr. . spirit. we should expect.” Other English translators. Hüfthorn.

Hayward’s ear did not dictate to him the necessity of preserving the original rhythm. in English. Splendid the pay! And the soldiers March away. however. . Herrlich der Lohn! Und die Soldaten Ziehen davon. The author’s thought is stripped of a last grace in passing through his mind. The prose translator should certainly be able to feel the manifestation of this law in both languages.” Literally: Bold is the endeavor. and frequently presents very much the same resemblance to the original as an unhewn shaft to the fluted column. a word which in ordinary use has a bare prosaic character may receive a fairer and finer quality from its place in verse. he very frequently selects that which has the less grace. Hayward unconsciously illustrates his lack of a refined appreciation of verse. The close of the Soldier’s Song (Part I. In German.Faust but. Scene II. but even here Mr. 8 For there are few things which may not be said. for the sake of illustration. Noble the reward— And the soldiers Are off.” as he says. in a twofold manner.9 9 I take but one out of numerous instances. is likely to overlook these delicate yet most necessary distinctions.) is:— “Kühn is das Mühen. “in giving. equally.” A literal translation is always possible in the unrhymed passages. A man. strength. Mr. wherever two phrases may be used to express the meaning with equal fidelity. and the other prosaic. who is not keenly sensible to the power and beauty and value of rhythm.” his object being “to convey some notion of the variety of versification which forms one great charm of the poem.—one poetic. “a sort of rhythmical arrangement to the lyrical parts. Hayward translates:— Bold the adventure. and should so choose his words as to meet their reciprocal requirements. This Mr. or beauty.

and its standards of literary taste or belief.—I cannot but feel that he has himself illustrated the unsoundness of his argument. by and through which the greatest and most eminent poet of modern times—as con- . but. Their mutual relation in the English language is well known. the reader unacquainted with the German language would scarcely guess what glow of color. Thus the tendency is to contract rather than to expand the acknowledged excellences of the language. while the latter added the intellectual conceptions. the circumstance that his prose translation of Faust has received so much acceptance proves those qualities of the original work which cannot be destroyed by a test so violent.10 10 I cannot resist the temptation of quoting the following passage from Jacob Grimm: “No one of all the modern languages has acquired a greater force and strength than the English. of course. and a violation of the accepted canons is followed by a summons to judgment. The 9 English ear is suspicious of new metres and unaccustomed forms of expression: there are critical detectives on the track of every author. The intellectual tendencies of our race have always been somewhat conservative. where a nearer approach to the form of the original is impossible. It seems to me that in all discussions upon this subject the capacities of the English language have received but scanty justice. since the former furnished chiefly the material basis. until the latter has been demonstrated. Nevertheless.—while I honor him for the patient and conscientious labor he has bestowed upon his translation. what fluent grace and energy of movement have been lost in the process. such as no other human tongue ever possessed. Its entire. The unteachable (nevertheless learnable) profusion of its middle-tones has conferred upon it an intrinsic power of expression. we are wrong to remain content with the cheaper substitute. are not varied without a struggle. the Germanic and the Romanic. what richness of changeful life. gratefully receive such an outline. therefore. The English language. through the derangement and relinquishment of its ancient laws of sound. We must. I heartily recognize his lofty appreciation of Faust. From the cold bare outline thus produced.Goethe While. thoroughly intellectual and wonderfully successful foundation and perfected development issued from a marvelous union of the two noblest tongues of Europe. once set up.

but even its punctuation. it contains but few metres of which the English tongue is not equally capable. that not only its harmonies and caesural pauses. to a higher and broader sway in all quarters of the earth. and rather shy of compounds. has a just claim to be called a language of the world. There are words. the many licenses which the author allows himself are all directed towards a shorter mode of construction. With all the splendor of versification in the work. and they are remarkably abundant and skillful in Mr. none of the living languages can be compared with it. and which must cast off many imperfections before it can boldly enter on its career. direct.Faust The difficulties in the way of a nearly literal translation of Faust in the original metres have been exaggerated. with so delicate a bloom upon them that it can in no wise be preserved. Lowell’s “Fable for the Critics”: even the unrhymed iambic hexameter of the Helena occurs now and then in Milton’s Samson Agonistes. because certain affinities between the two languages have not been properly considered. and tolerant of new combinations. or rhyme.”— Ueber den Ursprung der Sprache. it is true. I am satisfied that the difference between a translation of . The flow of Goethe’s verse is sometimes so similar to that of the corresponding English metre. 10 the trochaic. and it appears to be destined. like the English race. On the other hand. the style is compact. and so inclines towards various flexible features of its sistertongue that many lines of Faust may be repeated in English without the slightest change of meaning. It is true that the metrical foot into which the German language most naturally falls is trasted with ancient classical poetry—(of course I can refer only to Shakespeare) was begotten and nourished. Hood has familiarized us with dactylic (triple) rhymes. which is divided even as we are divided. admits many verbal liberties prohibited to prose. while in English it is the iambic: it is true that German is rich. but precisely these differences are so modified in the German of Faust that there is a mutual approach of the two languages. and in pure intelligence. involved. measure. English metre compels the use of inversions. in compact adjustment of parts.—not even our German. may be easily retained. In Faust. but even such words will always lose less when they carry with them their rhythmical atmosphere. the iambic measure predominates. For in richness. while English is simple.

in two or three instances. false rhyme. They give spirit and grace to the dialogue. the lines varying from three to six feet. By the term “original metres” I do not mean a rigid. although this has very nearly been accomplished. just according to my own will or convenience—but. the more of its rhythmical character was transferred at the same time. and endeavor to say so many good things that every one would be attracted to read and remember them. I have left a line unrhymed. If I were young and reckless enough.”—in which. If. I make no apology for the imperfect rhymes. The single slight liberty I have taken with the lyrical passages is in Margaret’s song.Goethe Faust in prose or metre is chiefly one of labor. which are frequently a translation as well as a necessity. If. yet retaining the metre. The English language. I do not consider that an occasional change in the number of feet. are indispensable. unyielding adherence to every foot. and the critical gentlemen begin to wrangle whether in a rhyme an s should correspond with an s and not with sz. Faust is far from being a technically perfect work.11 The feminine and dactylic rhymes. . by omitting the alternate feminine rhymes. With all its supreme qualities. now and then. that the more closely I reproduced the language of the original. and an ever-changing music to the lyrical passages. at the same time. and rhyme of the German original. My own task has been cheered by the discovery. there was an inevitable alternative of meaning or music.—and of that labor which is successful in proportion as it is joyously performed. and the rhymes arranged according to the author’s will. I was enabled to make the translation strictly literal. without them. Brooks. assonance. or order of rhyme. I gave the preference to the former. I would attend to the main thing. For the same reason. line. point to the aphoristic portions (especially in the Second Part). The characteristic tone of many passages would be nearly lost. I have balanced the omission by giving rhymes 11 to other lines which stand unrhymed in the original text. is any violation of the metrical plan. Since the greater part of the work is written in an irregular measure. which have been for the most part omitted by all metrical translators except Mr. in 1831. I would purposely offend all such technical caprices: I would use alliteration. everything runs in technical grooves.”—Goethe.—“The King of Thule. though not so 11 “At present.

O neige Dich zu gnädigem Erwiedern Des letzten Wiederhalls von Deinen Liedern! II Den alten Musen die bestäubten Kronen Nahmst Du. Verkörpert schon das werdende Jahrhundert. wo rege Menschengeister wohnen. bearing constantly in mind not only the meaning of the original and the mechanical structure of the lines. is less deficient than is generally supposed. mit kühner Hand: Du löst die Räthsel ältester Aeonen Durch jüngeren Glauben. Und singest dort die voll’re Litanei. Die ganze Erde Dir zum Vaterland. The present participle can only be used to a limited extent. on account of its weak termination. B. Vom reinsten Aether.Faust rich as the German in such rhymes. AN GOETHE Erhabener Geist. Von jenem Streben das Du auserkoren. but I have at least labored long and patiently. 12 . helleren Verstand. im Geisterreich verloren! Wo immer Deine lichte Wohnung sey. The difficulty to be overcome is one of construction rather than of the vocabulary. Zum höh’ren Schaffen bist Du neugeboren. Und Deine Jünger sehn in Dir. Und machst. but also that subtile and haunting music which seems to govern rhythm instead of being governed by it. zu neuem Glanz. verwundert.T. and the want of an accusative form to the noun also restricts the arrangement of words in English verse. I cannot hope to have been always successful. drin Du athmest frei.

I thrill and tremble. die einst Homer gewählt. And sway me from your misty. to seize and bind ye? Still o’er my heart is that illusion thrown? Ye crowd more near! Then. If still they live. And. with Friendship in his train. alas! the echoes first that rang! I bring the unknown multitude my treasures. Des Lebens Wiedersprüche.— Die Harfe tausendstimmig frisch geschlagen. 13 . First Love returns. shadowy zone! My bosom thrills.— Darf ich in fremde Klänge übertragen Das Alles. Sways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned. with all its pleasures. be the reign assigned ye. grows real and undying. And names the Good. They hear no longer these succeeding measures. like an old and half-extinct tradition. tear on tear is burning. familiar phantoms rise again. And those beside. ye hovering Forms! I find ye. lass mich es Dir nachsingen! B. From magic airs that round your march awaken. Of joyous days ye bring the blissful vision. labyrinthine chain. Aller Lust und Klagen. with youthful passion shaken. Renewed is Pain: with mournful repetition Life tracks his devious. And grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning For that serene and solemn Spirit-Land: My song. And what I lost. The souls. And still. The dear.T. whose cheating fortune tore them From happy hours. I see far distant lying. neu vermählt. and left me to deplore them.Goethe III Was Du gesungen. to whom my earliest songs I sang: Dispersed the friendly troop. wide through the world are scattered. wo so Mancher schon gefehlt? Lass Deinen Geist in meiner Stimme klingen. Und was Du sangst. Again ye come. And the stern heart is tenderly unmanned. As early to my clouded sight ye shone! Shall I attempt. Their very plaudits give my heart a pang. to faint Aeolian murmurs turning. whose joy my Song so flattered. Die Shakspeare einst. What I possess. this once.

They sit sedate. oft-repeated urging. lead me where some heavenly silence glasses The purer joys that round the Poet throng. alas! they’ve read an awful deal.— Now failing. is no great matter. Whom but to see. And as for bread. and hope to be amazed. Squeeze onward through the narrow gate of grace: By daylight even. for the Moment spends its spirit: What’s genuine. my friend. success revealing. reluctant years its warrant sealing. Come. puts out the fire of Song! Hide from my view the surging crowd that passes.— Important matter. who oft a helping hand Have lent. And in its whirlpool forces us along! No. I know how one the People’s taste may flatter. in German land! I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated. in famine. with curious eyebrows raised.— Where Love and Friendship still divinely fashion The bonds that bless. Especially since it lives and lets me live. How shall we plan. around a baker’s door. perchance.Faust MANAGER DRAMATIC MERRY-ANDREW MANAGER DRAMATIC POET MERRY-ANDREW MANAGER MANAGER You two. they push and cram in To reach the seller’s box. The posts are set. the booth of boards completed. Its perfect stature stands at last confessed! What dazzles. that all be fresh and new. let me know your expectation Of this. now. shall Posterity inherit. Yet here a huge embarrassment I feel: What they’re accustomed to. pray show it. . Or oft. a fighting host. And with tremendous. 14 To get a ticket break their necks almost. But then. yet attractive too? For ’tis my pleasure-to behold them surging. And each awaits the banquet I shall give. Already there. the wreaths that crown his passion! Ah. every utterance from the depths of feeling The timid lips have stammeringly expressed. This miracle alone can work the Poet On men so various: now. When to our booth the current sets apace. our enterprise.— Gulps the wild Moment in its greedy breast. in need and tribulation. POET Speak not to me of yonder motley masses.

The wider circle he acquires. So that they gape in stupid wonder: then By sheer diffuseness you have won their graces. And are. A man who some result intends Must use the tools that best are fitting. Reflect. to my thinking. And then. the more Securely works his inspiration. Where would you get contemporary fun? That men will have it. If you’ve a piece. Another. why. Is something worth. at once. a principle with you. a stew. Takes from the People’s moods no irritation. exhausted quite. his bit select: Who offers much.— Sense. observe for whom you write! If one comes bored. and they prefer to stare. just in pieces give it: A hash. And each goes home content with the effect. for any 15 MANAGER MANAGER Such a reproach not in the least offends. to every one. himself. enough of incident prepare! They come to look. Only by mass you touch the mass. lest Folly be omitted! Will finally. leaves the banquet’s tapers. Reel off a host of threads before their faces. Then pluck up heart. how such a trade debases. believe it! ’Tis easily displayed. brings something unto many. What use. How ill it suits the Artist. there’s no blinking: A fine young fellow’s presence. MANAGER MANAGER Chiefly. soft wood is given to you for splitting. as soon as they receive it! POET You do not feel. satiate.Goethe MERRY-ANDREW MERRY-ANDREW Posterity! Don’t name the word to me! If I should choose to preach Posterity. Who genially his nature can outpour. Reason. most popular of men. proud and true! The botching work each fine pretender traces Is. Sentiment. and give us sterling coin! Let Fancy be with her attendants fitted. . and easy to invent. and Passion join.— But have a care. I perceive. a Whole compactly to present? Your hearers pick and pluck. will bring success.

in conjunction. and kindles into rhythmic dance? Who brings the One to join the general ordination. the half are cold. A wild night on a wench’s breast another chooses: Why should you rack. Who. to swell your treasure? 16 So. as to a masquerade. Forfeit so wantonly. they ask: Thus shall you hit the mark of gain and glory. What dreams are yours in high poetic places? You’re pleased. and view your patrons’ faces! The half are coarse. or pleasure? Whence o’er the heart his empire free? The elements of Life how conquers he? Is’t not his heart’s accord. urged outward far and dim. worst of all. Where it may throb in grandest consonance? Who bids the storm to passion stir the bosom? In brooding souls the sunset burn above? Who scatters every fairest April blossom Along the shining path of Love? Who braids the noteless leaves to crowns. Propel the high poetic function. Seek to confound your auditory! To satisfy them is a task. spun to endless distance. the Gods uniting? The might of Man. as in the Bard revealed. One. forsooth. full many a wight Is fresh from reading of the daily papers. goes home to cards. Mere curiosity their spirits warming: The ladies with themselves.— What ails you now? Is’t suffering. in Action’s every field? Who makes Olympus sure. POET MERRY-ANDREW MERRY-ANDREW Go. poor. By Nature’s listless hand the thread is twirled. The highest right. As in a love-adventure they might play! . these fine forces. and with their finery. the changeless orders of creation Divides. foolish bards. To wind the world in unison with him? When on the spindle. when the play is out. supreme Humanity. then. Without a salary their parts performing. find yourself a more obedient slave! What! shall the Poet that which Nature gave.Faust And. aid. full houses to behold? Draw near. requiting Desert with fame. Idly to us they come. ever more. the gracious Muses? I tell you. And the discordant tones of all existence In sullen jangle are together hurled. For ends like these. give but more—more.

In motley pictures little light. When lovely maids. Still wonder at your flights. behold the fairest flower Of youth collect. you feel. Love’s deep devotion.— When. then. And by degrees your heart is tangled. with sentimental power. such a drama give! Grasp the exhaustless life that all men live! Each shares therein.— O. you certainly require When foes in combat sorely press you. When from the hard-won goal the wreath Beckons afar. Give. you stay. and yet enough for youth— Joy in Illusion. the leaven works. enjoy the show they see: A mind. and then its course is jangled. once formed. the crowding measures Uninterrupted gushed and sprang! Then bright mist veiled the world before me. completed ere you know! Let us. at your play. then comes a touch of woe. One yet in growth will ever grateful be. They still are moved at once to weeping or to laughter. For each beholds what in his bosom lurks. And there’s a neat romance. Hang on your bosom and caress you. In opening buds a marvel woke. though few may comprehend: Where’er you touch. Sucks melancholy food from your creation. When. ardent thirst for Truth. is never suited after. now that. And now in this. Whence all the world is cheered and edified. Which every valley richly bore me! I nothing had. there’s interest without end. Then. While yet in joyous growth I sang. As I the thousand blossoms broke. The strength of Hate. unrestrained. POET Then give me back that time of pleasures. to hear the revelation! Each tender soul. Bliss grows apace. 17 . the old emotion. Much error. the race awaiting. Thus the best beverage is supplied. The bliss that touched the verge of pain. after dancing out your breath. in fond desire. You’re ravished quite.Goethe You meet by accident. give me back my youth again! MERRY ANDREW MERRY ANDREW Youth. and of truth a glimmering mite. good my friend. like a fount.

belongs to you.— Squander the stars in any number. Beasts.Faust You pass the night in dissipating:— But that familiar harp with soul To play. And towards a self-erected goal To walk with many a sweet digression. Each tries his hand at what he will. Fire. But might. across the World. Day and Night! Thus.—with grace and bold expression. water. but ’tis not true. The crowd for strongest drink is panting. you know it. trees. forthwith. the while. ’Tis deeds that I prefer to see: In compliments you’re both proficient. What need to talk of Inspiration? ’Tis no companion of Delay. courageous trust 18 . they say. in our booth’s contracted sphere. And we no less revere you for that reason: Age childish makes. because you must. Upon our German stage. rocks. And move. aged Sirs. and all such lumber. darkness. And make it firmly your possession. So. more useful be. be sure to show it! Use both the great and lesser heavenly light. take of traps and scenes your fill. in Age’s season! Seize every possible impression. To-morrow will not do. If Poetry be your vocation. Let Poetry your will obey! Full well you know what here is wanting.— This. And all you find. The circle of Creation will appear. We’re only genuine children still. And such. as we deliberately impel. I’d have you brew. What’s left undone to-day. You’ll then work on. From Heaven. birds. to Hell! MANAGER MANAGER The words you’ve bandied are sufficient. Waste not a day in vain digression: With resolute.

A chain of deepest action forging Round all. GABRIEL And swift. The lofty works. are onward whirled! MICHAEL And rival storms abroad are surging From sea to land. Are bright as in Creation’s hour. and swift beyond conceiving. the spheric race partaking. THE THREE Though still by them uncomprehended. whose measure none can say. Are bright as on the earliest day. Eternal. in wrathful energy. The splendor of the world goes round. And all Thy works. 19 . uncomprehended.Goethe PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN PROL OLOGUE HEAVEN LORD HEAVENL VENLY THE LORD THE HEAVENLY HOST Afterwards MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP (The THREE ARCHANGELS come forward. sublime and splendid. There flames a desolation. Thy messengers are praising The gentle movement of Thy Day. blazing Before the Thunder’s crashing way: Yet. From these the angels draw their power. in emulation. The angels from his visage splendid Draw power. ‘Mid brother-spheres. Day’s Eden-brightness still relieving The awful Night’s intense profound: The ocean-tides in foam are breaking. from land to sea. Lord. RAPHAEL RAPHAEL The sun-orb sings. swift.) ARCHANGELS Against the rocks’ deep bases hurled. his ancient round: His path predestined through Creation He ends with step of thunder-sound. And both.

The little god o’ the world sticks to the same old way. Would he still lay among the grass he grows in! Each bit of dung he seeks. deign’st to approach again And ask us how we do. How men torment themselves. Of suns and worlds I’ve nothing to be quoted. But for the gleam of heavenly light which Thou hast lent him: He calls it Reason—thence his power’s increased. to stick his nose in. nothing more to mention? Com’st ever. he! 20 . now. And in the grass the same old ditty sings. he to me A long-legged grasshopper appears to be. my face Thou findest. Lord! I find things. That springing flies. thus. eternally? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No. And is as whimsical as on Creation’s day. Pardon. in manner kindest. is all I’ve noted. this troop I cannot follow after With lofty speech. still bad as they can be. I’ve scarce the heart to plague the wretched creature. with ill intention? Find’st nothing right on earth. If Thou hadst not all merriment unlearned. LORD THE LORD Hast thou. O Lord. then. Among Thy menials. there. Saving Thy Gracious Presence. THE LORD LORD Know’st Faust? MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP The Doctor Faust? THE LORD LORD My servant. Life somewhat better might content him. Man’s misery even to pity moves my nature. though by them scorned and spurned: My pathos certainly would move Thy laughter.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Since Thou. To be far beastlier than any beast. And heretofore to meet myself wert fain. and flying springs.

I much prefer the cheeks where ruddy blood is leaping. be downward led. crazed unrest. 21 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What will you bet? There’s still a chance to gain him. even while buds his tree. when thou art forced to say: A good man. Half conscious of his frenzied. Then stand abashed. From Earth the highest raptures and the best. So long I make no prohibition. To trap him. with thee. And him. If unto me full leave you give. Gently upon my road to train him! . Has still an instinct of the one true way. And when a corpse approaches. LORD THE LORD Though still confused his service unto Me. Both flower and fruit the future years adorning? LORD THE LORD Enough! What thou hast asked is granted. The fairest stars from Heaven he requireth. close my house: It goes with me. as with the cat the mouse. LORD THE LORD As long as he on earth shall live.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Forsooth! He serves you after strange devices: No earthly meat or drink the fool suffices: His spirit’s ferment far aspireth. And all the Near and Far that he desireth Fails to subdue the tumult of his breast. through obscurest aspiration. Sees not the gardener. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My thanks! I find the dead no acquisition. While Man’s desires and aspirations stir. He cannot choose but err. let thy snares be planted. And never cared to have them in my keeping. Turn off this spirit from his fountain-head. I soon shall lead him to a clearer morning.

And what in wavering apparition gleams Fix in its place with thoughts that stand forever! 22 .Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Agreed! But ’tis a short probation. excites. my near relation. (Heaven closes: the ARCHANGELS separate. the comrade him I gave.) ARCHANGELS MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (solus) I like. Unqualified repose he learns to crave. according to thy merits. to hear The Ancient’s word. and with a zest. Clasp you in bonds of love. Enjoy the rich. If I fulfill my expectation. and must create. As did a certain snake. that works eternal schemes. the ever-living Beauty! Creative Power. relaxing never. But ye. God’s sons in love and duty. The like of thee have never moved My hate. You’ll let me triumph with a swelling breast: Dust shall he eat. Who works. Man’s active nature. flagging. And have a care to be most civil: It’s really kind of such a noble Lord So humanly to gossip with the Devil! LORD THE LORD Therein thou’rt free. About my bet I feel no trepidation. seeks too soon the level. The waggish knave least trouble doth create. Of all the bold. at times. Whence. willingly. as Devil. denying Spirits.

than those fops of teachers. all pleasure am I foregoing. from Magic I seek assistance. seen climb the sky So many a midnight. I’m cleverer. Gothic chamber. with labor keen. And straight or cross-wise. For this. Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me. I’ve neither lands nor gold. Its germs. from this desk.— That I may detect the inmost force Which binds the world. Doctor—hight. and guides its course. Scribes and Preachers. productive powers explore. I do not pretend I could be a teacher To help or convert a fellow-creature. FAUST in a chair UST.— From end to end. Medicine. Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me. whom I Have.Goethe FIRST PART OF THE TRAGEDY I NIGHT (A lofty-arched. true. I’ve led my scholars by the nose. at his desk. narrow. Then. poor fool! with all my lore I stand. restless.— And see. These ten years long.—would thy glow For the last time beheld my woe! 23 FAUST I’ve studied now Philosophy And Jurisprudence. And rummage in empty words no more! O full and splendid Moon. wrong or right.) That knowledge cuts me to the bone. with many woes. I do not pretend to aught worth knowing. That many a secret perchance I reach Through spirit-power and spirit-speech. And here.— And even. And thus the bitter task forego Of saying the things I do not know. Nor the world’s least pomp or honor hold— No dog would endure such a curst existence! Wherefore. Doctors and Magisters. alas! Theology. no wiser than before: I’m Magister—yea. too. that nothing can be known! .

boxes. through all my senses swiftly flowing! I feel a youthful.) Ha! what a sudden rapture leaps from this I view. come—ye hover near— Oh. on mountains grand. accursed masonry. Where even the welcome daylight strains But duskly through the painted panes. Ancestral lumber. With impulse. who traced this sign. O’er books and papers saw me bend. this empty brooding here. Float in thy twilight the meadows over. My troubled heart to joy unsealing. 24 Where God His human creature set. holy. Amid thy blessed light could stand. And. And instruments together hurled. Hemmed in by many a toppling heap Of books worm-eaten.Faust Ever thine eye. . With light of power my soul shall glow. most mournful friend. With calm across my tumult stealing. Is’t not sufficient company? When I the starry courses know. if you hear me. vital bliss In every vein and fibre newly glowing. To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me! Ah. In smoke and mould the fleshless dead And bones of beasts surround me yet! Fly! Up. free land! And this one Book of Mystery From Nostradamus’ very hand. oppressed with unknown needs? Why some inexplicable smart All movement of my life impedes? Alas! in living Nature’s stead. Against the smoky paper thrust. With spirits through mountain-caverns hover. round me stacked. answer me! (He opens the Book. and seek the broad. But would that I. Spirits. me! this dungeon still I see. gray with dust. stuffed and packed— Such is my world: and what a world! And do I ask. As when to spirits spirits speak. and perceives the sign of the Macrocosm. And Nature’s wise instruction seek. mystic and divine. wherefore my heart Falters. Tis vain.— With glasses. freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me. Which to the vaulted ceiling creep. Though guessed the holy symbols be: Ye. Was it a God. This drear.

Whereto our withered hearts aspire. And seizes me! I feel thy presence. Whereon hang Heaven’s and Earth’s desire. boundless Nature. shining. Thee. Spirit of the Earth. the bliss of earth. Spirit I invoke! Reveal thyself! Ha! in my heart what rending stroke! With new impulsion My senses heave in this convulsion! I feel thee draw my heart. ye beasts? Founts of all Being. invite me.) How each the Whole its substance gives. how make thee my own? Where you. Filling the All with harmony unceasing! How grand a show! but. hasten To bathe thy breast in morning-red!” (He contemplates the sign. thy heart is dead: Disciple.— Ye flow. ah! a show alone. around my path. up! untiring. ye feed: and am I vainly pining? (He turns the leaves impatiently. I glow. and perceives the sign of the 25 Earth-Spirit. No crash of shipwreck shall have power to fright me! Clouds gather over me— The moon conceals her light— The lamp’s extinguished!— Mists rise. Each in the other works and lives! Like heavenly forces rising and descending. and mysteriously pronounces the sign of the Spirit.) . With wings that winnow blessing From Heaven through Earth I see them pressing. art nearer: Even now my powers are loftier. revealing? Am I a God?—so clear mine eyes! In these pure features I behold Creative Nature to my soul unfold.) How otherwise upon me works this sign! Thou. absorb. What says the sage. Their golden urns reciprocally lending. now first I recognize: “The spirit-world no closures fasten. as drunk with new-made wine: New strength and heart to meet the world incite me. clearer.Goethe The powers of Nature here. Thy sense is shut.—red. And though the shock of storms may smite me. angry rays are darting Around my head!—There falls A horror from the vaulted roof. A ruddy flame flashes: the Spirit appears in the flame. The woe of earth. exhaust me: Thou must! thou must! and though my life it cost me! (He seizes the book.

which from itself a world did bear. form of flame. superhuman. And now— FAUST Woe! I endure not thee! SPIRIT SPIRIT To view me is thine aspiration. my countenance to see. Thy powerful yearning moveth me. A shuttle free. all-glowing. To be our peer. who. A weaving. my presence breathing.Faust SPIRIT SPIRIT Who calls me? Thee. Birth and the Grave. Long from my sphere thy food exacted. banded? Where art thou. shall I then fear? Yes. the Spirits. Faust. a terror-stricken form? FAUST Thee. with us. seeing. Thus at Time’s humming loom ’tis my hand prepares The garment of Life which the Deity wears! 26 FAUST (with averted head) Terrible to see! SPIRIT SPIRIT Me hast thou long with might attracted. Trembles through all the depths of being. Here am I!—what mean perturbation . flowing Life. I am Faust: I am thy peer! SPIRIT SPIRIT In the tides of Life. shakes? Thy soul’s high calling. whose voice has pierced to me. Who towards me pressed with all thine energy? He art thou. And shaped and cherished—which with joy expanded. My voice to hear. A fluctuant wave. A writhing worm. An eternal sea. where? Where is the breast. in Action’s storm.

Since now it stands one in good stead. a preacher Might learn. (Enter WAGNER in dressing-gown and night-cap. O Death!—I know it—’tis my Famulus! My fairest luck finds no fruition: In all the fullness of my vision The soulless sneak disturbs me thus! 27 FAUST Yes. I heard your declamation. who around the wide world wendest. when the priest comedian is by nature. How shall one lead it by persuasion? . That scarce the world on holidays can see. with a comedian for a teacher.) Pardon. FAUST turns impatiently. ’Twas sure an old Greek tragedy you read? In such an art I crave some preparation.— Scarce through a glass. WAGNER Ah. Not me! (Disappears. Thou busy Spirit. I’ve often heard it said. As haply now and then the case may be.Goethe FAUST Thou. a prisoned creature. image of the Godhead! Not even like thee! (A knock).) FAUST (overwhelmed) Not thee! Whom then? I. his hand. when one studies thus. by rare occasion. a lamp in GNER. how near I feel to thee! WAGNER SPIRIT SPIRIT Thou’rt like the Spirit which thou comprehendest.

Save what from thine own soul spontaneous breaks. ye blow it bare! Take children’s. and be content. a tinkling fool to be! With little art. And if thou’rt moved to speak in earnest. Save from the soul it rises clear. FAUST Is parchment. haply. 28 WAGNER Yet through delivery orators succeed. ere one travels half the course Must the poor devil quit existence. patching. save you know the feeling. How hard it is to compass the assistance Whereby one rises to the source! And. In head and breast there’s something wrong. with zeal my critic-duties meeting. Are unrefreshing as the winds that blow The rustling leaves through chill autumnal vapor! WAGNER Ah. the holy fount before thee. with their glittering show. indeed. Serene in primal strength. God! but Art is long. I feel that I am far behind.Faust FAUST You’ll ne’er attain it. And oft. alas! is fleeting. If such your taste. FAUST Seek thou the honest recompense! Beware. monkeys’ gaze admiring. then. clear wit and sense . You sit forever gluing. Where ye for men twist shredded thought like paper. compelling The hearts and minds of all who hear. A draught wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes? No true refreshment can restore thee. And from your heap of ashes hatching A starveling flame. Save your own heart is eloquent! Suggest their own delivery. You cook the scraps from others’ fare. And Life. that after words thou yearnest? Yes. What need. your discourses. But ne’er from heart to heart you’ll speak inspiring.

you miserably mar it! At the first glance who sees it runs away.Goethe WAGNER Pardon! a great delight is granted When. Friend. oftentimes. my friend: the ages that are past Are now a book with seven seals protected: What you the Spirit of the Ages call Is nothing but the spirit of you all. FAUST Yes. Wherein the Ages are reflected. how far his work. and grandly. at your pleasure. a sage has thought.] WAGNER But then. ere our times. in the spirit of the ages planted. So. up to the stars at last! Listen. With maxims most pragmatical and hitting. who thereof something really learned. An offal-barrel and a lumber-garret. in Easter leisure. at the best. This and the other question. the world—the human heart and brain! 29 . of the kind which men attain! Who dares the child’s true name in public mention? The few. Our converse here must be suspended. though. As in the mouths of puppets are befitting! WAGNER I would have shared your watches with delight. FAUST O yes. Most zealously I seek for erudition: Much do I know—but to know all is my ambition. Of these one covets some slight apprehension. we have brought. [Exit. And then. I’ll ask. That so our learned talk might be extended. Unwisely frank. Or. with hearts that spurned concealing. I pray you. And to the mob laid bare each thought and feeling. We mark how. To-morrow. a Punch-and-Judy play. ’tis now the dead of night. Have evermore been crucified and burned.

when it finds an angle-worm. Your messages I hear. of all earth’s sons the poorest. whose choice is To stick in shallow trash forevermore. I venture not to soar to yonder regions Whence the glad tidings hither float. rejoices! Dare such a human voice disturb the flow. Christ no more found we! CHORUS CHORUS OF ANGELS Christ is ascended! Bliss hath invested him. And yet. not loses hope. consoling chant. of spirit-presence fullest? And yet. from childhood up familiar with the note. who began— Deeming Eternal Truth secure in nearness— Ye choirs. the angels ministrant Sang. Around me here. God’s new Covenant repeating? Faithful and gracious. alone.— Which digs with eager hand for buried ore. here in dust. The dearest child of Faith is Miracle. dullest! For thou hast torn me from that desperate state Which threatened soon to overwhelm my senses: The apparition was so giant-great. We tenderly laid him: Linen to bind him Cleanlily wound we: Ah! when we would find him.— Woes that molested him. Which. 30 CHORUS CHORUS OF WOMEN With spices and precious Balm. but faith has not been given. It dwarfed and withered all my soul’s pretences! I. entice me with your spell. Gloriously ended! FAUST Why. Trials that tested him. this once my thanks I owe To thee. . have ye begun the sweet. image of the Godhead. powerful sounds of Heaven? Peal rather there. through the night of Death. we arrayed him.Faust FAUST (solus) That brain. And. where tender natures dwell. Ye gentle.

in Sabbath silence holy. Preaching and speeding him. Sound on. succeeding Him. Lovingly needing him. Master. Him we miss. Thus is the Master near. so sweet and mild! My tears gush forth: the Earth takes back her child! We. Brotherly feeding him. victoriously. Weeping. the solemn way. Proclaimed the Spring’s rejoicing holiday. Thy bliss! CHORUS CHORUS OF ANGELS Christ is arisen. filled with mystic presage. in glow of birth. ye hymns of Heaven. and all-gloriously Now sits exalted? Is He. his aspiring Followers. And while a thousand tears were burning.Goethe To Life it now renews the old allegiance. Burst from the vaulted Grave. And Memory holds me now. Rapture creative near? Ah! to the woe of earth Still are we native here. desiring. I felt a world arise for me. Break from your gloom! Praising and pleading him. These chants. And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss. with childish feeling. 31 . to youth and all its sports appealing. A sweet. Back from the last. uncomprehended yearning Drove forth my feet through woods and meadows free.— Thus is He here! CHORUS CHORUS OF DISCIPLES Has He. Out of Corruption’s womb: Burst ye the prison. Once Heavenly Love sent down a burning kiss Upon my brow. chimed the church-bell slowly. Blessing. And.

is your hide A third time itching to be tried? I won’t go there. trust me! THE FIRST We’ll saunter to the Mill. OTHERS THE OTHERS And what will you? SEVERAL APPRENTICES SEVERAL Why do you go that way? A THIRD As goes the crowd.) SECOND APPRENTICE But then. to-day. . And jolly rows and squabbles. A FOURTH FOURTH Come up to Burgdorf? There you’ll find good cheer. it’s not a pleasant way. The finest lasses and the best of beer. I should say. OTHERS We’re for the Hunters’ lodge. in yonder hollow. A FIFTH You swaggering fellow. I follow.Faust II CITY-GATE BEFORE THE CITY-GATE (Pedestrians of all kinds come forth. your jolly rows disgust me! 32 AN APPRENTICE Go to the River Tavern.

But they’ll accept us. I heard him say.— But what is all your fun to me? SECOND STUDENT (to the First) Not quite so fast! Two others come behind. Quick! lest our game escape us in the press: . ANOTHER ANOTHER We’ll surely find him by those poplars yonder.Goethe SERVANT-GIRL SERVANT-GIRL No. ’tis plain. They go their way with looks demure. OTHER THE OTHER He’s surely not alone to-day: He’ll be with Curly-head. Brother! we must see them to the benches. Brother! not for me their formal ways. the buxom wenches! 33 No. a pipe that stings and bites. completely.— To follow servant-girls. there! It’s really shameful. DAUGHTER CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER Just see those handsome fellows. I’m sure. A girl in Sunday clothes. old beer.— Those. when they Might have the most genteel society to-day! THE FIRST That’s no great luck for me. A strong. Come.—no! I’ll turn and go to town again. THE FIRST A STUDENT Deuce! how they step. when and where you wander: His partner in the dance you’ll be. I find. after all.—these three are my delights. I declare. A girl that takes my heart. You’ll have him. dressed so prettily and neatly. My neighbor’s one of them.

CITIZEN He suits me not at all. let them break their heads. And see and lighten my distress! Let me not vainly sing my ditty. with glass and friends. as home he wends At night. fondle and caress. And mix things madly through and through. And what you’d like I’ll undertake to get you. When down in Turkey. 34 . ANOTHER ANOTHER CITIZEN On Sundays. that shows your pity. how needful here your aid is. how fine! So handsome.Faust The hand that wields the broom on Saturdays Will best. too: Why. claims he. there’s naught I take delight in. How has he helped the town. And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding: And blesses then. So red of cheek and fine of dress. and war’s array. I say? Things worsen. his arrogance grows faster. The foreign people are a-fighting. Shall be for me a harvest-day! Yes. on Sundays. One at the window sits. our new-made Burgomaster! Since he’s installed. So. Neighbor! that’s my notion. we keep our good old fashions! OLD WOMAN (to the Citizen’s Daughter) Dear me. more than ever. Behold. and so young! Who wouldn’t lose his heart. our times of peace abiding. Like gossiping of war. here. let loose their passions. far away. holidays. And more than ever we must pay! THIRD CITIZEN BEGGAR (sings) Good gentlemen and lovely ladies. He’s only glad who gives away: A holiday. that met you? Don’t be so proud! I’ll hold my tongue.—what improvement names he? Obedience.

in crystal clear. a soldier-lover: I seek him everywhere. Withdrawn to the mountains. Marching away! OTHER THE OTHER She showed me mine. she showed me. Splendid the pay! Lads. 35 FAUST AND WAGNER FAUST Released from ice are brook and river By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring. .Goethe DAUGHTER CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER Come. With several wild young blades. Splendid the pay! And the soldiers go marching. Bold is the venture. Everywhere form in development moveth. let the trumpets For us be suing. Maidens disdainful In Beauty’s array. just as he were living. My future sweetheart. SOLDIERS Castles. Calling to ruin. He will brighten the world with the tints he loveth. he sends again Impotent showers of sleet that darkle In belts across the green o’ the plain. And yet. somehow. on Saint Andrew’s Night. his face I can’t discover. lest there be misgiving: ’Tis true. a crownless king: Whence. Such is its boon! Maidens and castles Capitulate soon. Stormy our life is. And weak old Winter himself must shiver.— Calling to pleasure. Agatha! I shun the witch’s sight Before folks. ever retreating. I pry and peer. Both shall be ours! Bold is the venture. But the sun will permit no white to sparkle. The colors of hope to the valley cling. with lofty Ramparts and towers.

And with his elbow punched a maid.—dare man to be! 36 WAGNER To stroll with you. He broke the ranks. Who stood. the dance surveying: . Turn thee about. as Satan were their sports controlling. Dances so many a festive boat. crushing streets and alleys. blue. But I. The last full wherry takes the stream. ten-pin rolling I hate. From the churches’ solemn and reverend night. And overladen. Yonder afar. In ribbons. Since all that’s coarse provokes my enmity. no whit afraid. Scattering through gardens and fields remote. from the hill-paths blinking. UNDER THE LINDEN-TREE (Dance and Song. and gayest vest Himself with care arraying: Around the linden lass and lad Already footed it like mad: Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! The fiddle-bow was playing. see! the multitude sallies. I hear the noise of the village. To honor the Day of the Risen Lord! They feel. The motley throngs come forth elate: Each will the joy of the sunshine hoard. yellow. even. This fiddling. nigh to sinking. shouting. He takes these gaudy people instead. ’Tis honor. dark rooms. profit. Here is the People’s proper Heaven. From the pressing weight of roof and gable. lacking blossoms. scarce habitable. themselves. and call it song! EASANTS. alone. And call it mirth. Their clothes are colors that softly gleam. their resurrection: From the low. from Trade’s restriction. Out of the hollow. would shun these shallow matters. gloomy gate. While over the river. that broadly dallies.) All for the dance the shepherd dressed. How lively. flatters. All come forth to the cheerful light. wreath. unto me. From the bonds of Work. Here high and low contented see! Here I am Man.—these noises of the throng: They rave. PEASANTS. From the narrow. Sir Doctor. and red. and from this height Back on the town direct thy sight.Faust And.

A highly-learned man. We fill with fresh wine. and humbly wish That not alone your thirst is slake. arm in arm. They first grew red. she turned and said: “Now. Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! And the fiddle-bow was playing. ’tis well and fitly timed. don’t be so familiar here! How many a one has fooled his dear. Among this crowd of merry folk. PEASANT OLD PEASANT Sir Doctor. And rested.Goethe The buxom wench. it is good of you. in evil days. So many days of life you drink! FAUST I take the cup you kindly reach. he coaxed her soon aside. Who heretofore. That now our day of joy you share. you I call a stupid-head!” Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! “Be decent while you’re staying!” Then round the circle went their flight. and then grew warm. to stray.— That. Waylaying and betraying! And yet. And round the linden sounded wide.— Hurrah! hurrah! Hurrah—tarara-la! And hips and elbows straying. panting.) PEASANT OLD PEASANT In truth. (The People gather in a circle about him. They danced to left. as the drops below its brink. Now. to-day. That thus you condescend. With thanks and health to all and each. they danced to right: Their kirtles all were playing. for your sake: I offer it. 37 . Then also take the finest can.

Went into every house of pain: Many the corpses carried forth. must thou Receive the people’s honest veneration! How lucky he. FAUST No test or trial you evaded: A Helping God the helper aided. rich in hope and firm in faith. Here. (He goes on with WAGNER GNER. That for our help he long may abide! A few more steps ascend. I’ve striven. the dance delays. they stand in rows to see.) WAGNER With what a feeling. as far as yonder stone!— Here from our wandering will we rest contented. wrung hands and sighs. and they would bend the knee As if the Holy Host came by. Here. The end of that far-spreading death 38 FAUST To Him above bow down. my friends. The fiddle stops. ALL FAUST Health to the man. I’ve lingered oft alone. and presses near to gaze. When foolish fasts and prayers my life tormented. thou great man. whose gifts his station With such advantages endow! Thou’rt shown to all the younger generation: Each asks. And all the caps are lifted high. With tears. A little more. Thou goest. though but a youth. That snatched him from the fever’s rage And stayed the plague in all the land. lost in thought. Still many a man stands living here.Faust Gave us so much of helping care. Who teaches help. Then also you. Saved by your father’s skillful hand. so skilled and tried. But you in health came out again. and succor sends! .

If then appeared. one uses never. our hellish boluses compounding. Opposing substances agree. brooding brain. a wooer daring. in his own fashion. By turns in either bridal chamber housed. and pain: Who. as a youth? Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee: Dost thou. follow soaring! Then would I see eternal Evening gild . with colors splendid. The shameless murderers praised at last! 39 WAGNER Why. pondered With labor whimsical. from Error’s deeps to rise forever! That which one does not know. tormented then by flame unsparing. increase the stores of truth? Then may thine own son afterwards excel thee. Made. It yonder hastes. Upon its track to follow. And none demanded: who got well? Thus we. done is the day of toil. Among these vales and hills surrounding. And what one knows. yield to such depression? A good man does his honest share In exercising. within mine inmost spirit. so The fortune of this hour embitter! Mark how. Which through the holy spheres of Nature groped and wandered. who still renews The hope.Goethe Entreating from the Lord of Heaven! Now like contempt the crowd’s applauses seem: Couldst thou but read. There was a Lion red. FAUST O happy he. in his dusky work-shop bending. new fields of life exploring. Ah. That sire or son such praises merit! My father’s was a sombre. have passed. And I must hear. therefore. from his recipes unending. that no wing can lift me from the soil. with the strictest care. by all the living. as man. Within the Lily’s tepid bath espoused. This was the medicine—the patients’ woes soon ended. How little now I deem. beneath the evening sunlight’s glow. And both. by such despondence. With proved adepts in company. Worse than the pestilence. And honestly. But let us not. Thousands were done to death from poison of my giving. The art bequeathed to his possession! Dost thou thy father honor. one needs to use. The green-embosomed houses glitter! The glow retreats. The young Queen in her crystal shell.

Yet in each soul is born the pleasure Of yearning onward. And each withdraws from. with peace each valley filled. alas! reside within my breast. And now before mine eyes expands the ocean With all its bays.— A glorious dream! though now the glories fade. The mountain-chain. Would then no more impede my godlike motion. its brother.— When over crags and piny highlands The poising eagle slowly soars. at best.Faust The silent world beneath me glowing. the floor of waves beneath me. But never yet such impulse felt. and opens bright around you! FAUST One impulse art thou conscious of. As warmer life in every limb had crowned you. If there be airy spirits near. The silver brook to golden rivers flowing. finally. and repels. upward and away. And over plains and lakes and islands The crane sails by to other shores.— I hasten on. WAGNER I’ve had. this dust above. some odd caprices. Alas! the wings that lift the mind no aid Of wings to lift the body can bequeath me. One soon fatigues. On fire each mountain-peak. as this is. Into the high ancestral spaces. in shining sleep! Yet. the weary god is sinking. lost in the vaulted azure. with all its gorges deep. 40 . myself. Let them drop down the golden atmosphere. When o’er our heads. on woods and fields to look. All Heaven descends. The other strongly sweeps. at times. The lark sends down his flickering lay. And when your hands unroll some parchment rare and old. his beams eternal drinking. Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spare us: How otherwise the mental raptures bear us From page to page. never seek to know the other! Two souls. O. ‘Twixt Heaven and Earth on potent errands fleeing. Above me heaven unfurled. One with tenacious organs holds in love And clinging lust the world in its embraces. from book to book! Then winter nights take loveliness untold. The new-born impulse fires my mind. The Day before me and the Night behind.

if a magic mantle once were mine. for a poodle who has lost his master. . and with their barbéd points assail you. And danger thousand-fold. Which through the firmament diffused is faring. I would not for the costliest stores of treasure— Not for a monarch’s robe—the gift resign.Goethe And bear me forth to new and varied being! Yea. Swift from the North the spirit-fangs so sharp Sweep down. And scents about. one learns his house to prize:— Why stand you thus. through corn and stubble? WAGNER Long since: yet deemed him not important in the least. field. can your mind so trouble? FAUST WAGNER Invoke not thus the well-known throng. our race to wrong. to cure the drouth Only when meadow. Then from the East they come. To waft me o’er the world at pleasure. in the twilight. till breath and being fail you: If from the Desert sendeth them the South. and you are drowning. when with lies they meet us. The West leads on a host. FAUST Inspect him close: for what tak’st thou the beast? WAGNER Why.— Gladly obey. because they gladly cheat us. At night. And lisp like angels. to dry and warp Your lungs. prompt for injury. From Heaven they represent themselves to be. let us go! ’Tis gray and dusky all: The air is cold. But. 41 Seest thou the black dog coursing there. In every quarter is preparing. They gladly hearken. With fire on fire your throbbing forehead crowning. his track to find. with such astonished eyes? What. the vapors fall.

If something’s lost. 42 . Stand still. if in the stream you fling it. some future chain to bind. in his master’s stead. drollest beast. around us running. two strangers doth he find. Follows his path of mystery. and not a phantom. Since. and you will see him wait. and he gambols straight. narrowing faster.Faust FAUST Seest thou the spiral circles. at least! WAGNER ’Tis the absurdest. Come. Address him. FAUST FAUST It seems to me that with enchanted cunning He snares our feet.— Your cane. here! Behold him stop—upon his belly crawl—His tail set wagging: canine habits. he’ll quickly bring it. Which he. if I see rightly. follow us! Come here. Naught but a plain black poodle do I see. all! WAGNER It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly. in doubt. FAUST The circle narrows: he is near! WAGNER A dog thou seest. WAGNER I see him timidly. round us seems to wind? A streaming trail of fire. approaching.

he! (They pass in the city-gate. up yonder. As thou. Yes. Is in the beast: I see but drill. I leave in deep.) Behind me. So now I take thee into my keeping.) FAUST (Entering. The deeds of passion cease to chain. The love of Man revives within us. he deserves your favor thoroughly. alone. when he’s well educated. Is by the wisest tolerated. The wild desires no longer win us. 43 . Be still. Within whose dread and holy keeping The better soul awakes to light. on the mountain’s crest. with running and leaping Amused us hast. make not such racket and riot! Why at the threshold wilt snuffing be? Behind the stove repose thee in quiet! My softest cushion I give to thee. I own. thou poodle. III STUDY THE STUDY WAGNER The dog. The love of God revives again. with the poodle.— The clever scholar of the students. field and meadow sleeping.Goethe FAUST No doubt you’re right: no trace of mind. prophetic night.

Then Hope again lends sweet assistance. We are used to see. And burning thirst again assail us? Therein I’ve borne so much probation! And yet. Snarl not. when. that Man despises What he never comprehends. Poodle. creates. We call the Supernatural to guide us.) ’Tis written: “In the Beginning was the Word. but also a silent. The hallowed Original To change to my beloved German. (He opens a volume. Finding them often hard to measure: Will the dog.Faust A welcome. poodle! To the sound that rises. This bestial noise is out of place. and commences. snarl his displeasure? But ah! I feel. The very founts of Life. in our New Testament. Then thus: “In the Beginning was the Thought” This first line let me weigh completely. And in the heart. as I write. Contentment flows from out my breast no longer.” Here am I balked: who.” I read. The sacred tones that my soul embrace. this want may be supplied us.— With honest purpose. the rivers of existence. Yet. If I must share my chamber with thee. Than here. prithee! Cease to bark and bellow! . Ah. now can help afford? The Word?—impossible so high to rate it. And Reason then resumes her speech: One yearns. like man. And the Good and the Beautiful vilipends.” I write. its meaning to determine. Flames in the breast each faded ember. more nobly sent. though will thereto be stronger. And otherwise must I translate it. within our narrow chamber The lamp with friendly lustre glows. guest. itself that knows. Which nowhere worthier is. The Spirit aids me: now I see the light! “In the Beginning was the Act. I feel impelled. 44 We pine and thirst for Revelation. Is it the Thought which works. to reach. That I the sense may not have fairly tested. a warning is suggested. indeed? “In the Beginning was the Power. If by the Spirit I am truly taught. Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us. once for all. Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly. stop that howling.

Undine. without measure.— No mastery he inherits Over the Spirits. The door is open. One of us. shine glorious! Wave. Take heed—look about! . as bidden! Sylph. art free to go. be laborious! Who knows not their sense (These elements).Goethe Such a noisy. dost hear me! Must leave. No longer guest-right I bestow. Vanish in flaming ether. With fiery eyes. Has wrought for our pleasure. I fear me. Quakes the old hell-lynx there. Back and forth hover. If your aid avail him. FAUST First. be thou hidden! Gnome. is caught! Stay without. Let it not fail him. teeth terrible to see: O. to encounter the beast. Salamander! 45 SPIRIT IRITS SPIRITS (in the corridor) Some one. follow him not! Like the fox in a snare. now am I sure of thee! For all of thy half-hellish brood The Key of Solomon is good.— Their properties And power not sees. within. For he. But what do I see in the creature? Is that in the course of nature? Is’t actual fact? or Fancy’s shows? How long and broad my poodle grows! He rises mightily: A canine form that cannot be! What a spectre I’ve harbored thus! He resembles a hippopotamus. Under and over. The Words of the Four be addressed: Salamander. And he’ll work himself out. disturbing fellow I’ll no longer suffer near me.

Before which they bow. in the costume of a Travelling Scholar. Undine! Shine in meteor-sheen. it seems. expand! It fills the space entire. Named inexpressibly. to undisguise thee. . ’Tis enough: ascend no higher.) Why such a noise? What are my lord’s commands? FAUST This was the poodle’s real core. 46 Pierced irredressibly! Behind the stove still banned. have I given him pain. Incubus! Incubus! Step forward. and grins disdain: Not yet. Quiet he lies. Through all Heaven impermeate. it begins to swell. The cohorts of Hell! With hair all bristling. and finish thus! Of the Four. Hell’s fugitive stray-one? The sign witness now. unoriginate. steps forth from behind the stove. Sylph! Bring help to hearth and shelf. hearest thou? Knowest and fearest thou The One. not vain the threats I bring thee: With holy fire I’ll scorch and sting thee! Wait not to know The threefold dazzling glow! Wait not to know The strongest art within my hands! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (while the vapor is dissipating. Mist-like melting. an elephant.— Lay thyself at the feet of the Master! Thou seest. my gay one.Faust Flow foamingly together. no feature Lurks in the creature. Now. See it. Base Being. Hear me exorcise thee! Art thou. ever faster. A travelling scholar. then? The casus is diverting.

not understood.— That is my proper element. from the Void Called forth. were naught created. deserve to be destroyed: ‘Twere better.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The learned gentleman I bow before: You’ve made me roundly sweat. yet show’st complete to me? . scorning all external gleams. the name’s a test. Who art thou. Whereby the nature usually is expressed. The depths of being only prizes. Father of Lies. then. that’s certain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Part of that Power. and always works the Good. FAUST With all you gentlemen. it seems. Which always wills the Bad.—aught with Evil blent. Who. Clearly the latter it implies In names like Beelzebub. Destroyer. FAUST What is thy name? FAUST What hidden sense in this enigma lies? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A question small. all which you as Sin have rated. Thus.— Destruction. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I am the Spirit that Denies! And justly so: for all things. then? 47 FAUST Thou nam’st thyself a part. For one whose mind the Word so much despises.

Back into quiet settle sea and land! And that damned stuff. And claims of Mother Night her ancient place. I hope. in cold disdain You now oppose the fist infernal. to begin! 48 MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And truly ’tis not much. Whose wicked clench is all in vain! Some other labor seek thou rather. when all is done. By bodies is its course impeded. And hast on smaller scale begun. Earth.— The Something of this clumsy world. The haughty Light. Queer Son of Chaos. can see Himself a whole so frequently. Not been by me disturbed or shaken: From earthquake. bodies beautifies. since Light. such things beholding: From Water. and warm.—has yet. the struggle fails. tempest. and Air unfolding. If Man. it dies! That which to Naught is in resistance set. once All. It makes me furious. ere. Still. And had I not the Flame reserved. . in primal Night. A thousand germs break forth and grow. howe’er it weaves. but little time is needed. in having that to play with? How many have I made away with! And ever circulates a newer.— Part of the Darkness which brought forth the Light. fresher blood. that microcosmic fool. There’s nothing special of my own to show! FAUST FAUST I see the plan thou art pursuing: Thou canst not compass general ruin. unto bodies cleaves: It flows from bodies. to the actively eternal Creative force. fettered. With all that I have undertaken. So. In dry. wave. And yet. and chilly. why. really. which now disputes the space. Part of the Part am I. as the bodies die. volcano’s brand. human brood. And so.— What use.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The modest truth I speak to thee. the bestial. and wet.

depart at present? If that prevents. you behold. I don’t perceive. The window’s here. My steps by one slight obstacle controlled. we’ll consider: thou canst gather My views. Though our acquaintance is so recent. For further visits thou hast leave. as after thee he speeded. tell me now. has fairly hit it! And thus.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well.— The wizard’s-foot. thou’rt prisoner to me? It seems the business has succeeded.—Chance. thou Son of Hades. FAUST Why thou shouldst ask. FAUST Well. when next I venture in. you may see. that on your threshold made is. FAUST The pentagram prohibits thee? Why. Might I. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The poodle naught remarked. this time. Is open left—the lines don’t fit it. perhaps. also. A chimney. the door is yonder. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I must confess that forth I may not wander. But other aspects now obtain: The Devil can’t get out again. The outer angle. 49 . how cam’st thou in to me? Could such a spirit be so cheated? MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Inspect the thing: the drawing’s not completed.

mayst question and compel me. at will. Release me. to tell me. then. No skinflint bargain shalt thou see. But this is not of swift conclusion. there also they withdraw. at least. But stipulating.Faust FAUST Try. also I’m content to stay.—surely? FAUST I have not snares around thee cast. And serve thee in a social station. The first is free to us. And now. now! I soon shall come again. FAUST In Hell itself. We’ll talk about the matter soon. hold him fast! Not soon a second time he’ll catch a prey so precious. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES All that is promised shall delight thee purely. laws are reckoned? That’s well! So might a compact be Made with you gentlemen—and binding. Some pleasant news. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES For Devils and for spectres this is law: Where they have entered in. Thyself hast led thyself into the meshes. I do entreat this boon— Leave to withdraw from my intrusion. Then thou. that I may With arts of mine afford thee recreation. the open window-pane! FAUST One moment more I ask thee to remain. then. Who traps the Devil. 50 An’t please thee. . we’re governed by the second.

or Flow into rivers Of foaming and flashing Wine.Goethe FAUST Thereto I willingly agree. out-flowing. Born of blue ether. Waveringly bending. that is dashing 51 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My friend. That which the dainty spirits sing thee. Longing unending Follows them over. Tranquiller-hearted Suns are on high. Where. Pass as they hover. . the charm I spin: We’re here together. Are more than magic’s empty show. Thy nerves of touch ecstatic glow! All unprepared. in seclusion. in going. Thy palate then with taste delighted. Lovers are plighted. Thy scent will be to bliss invited. Cover. Break from the sky! O that the darkling Clouds had departed! Starlight is sparkling. Than in the year’s monotony. thou’lt win. so begin! SPIRIT IRITS SPIRITS Vanish. Heaven’s own children In beauty bewildering. They. ye darking Arches above him! Loveliest weather. Landscape and bower. with their glowing Garments. past all pretences. More in this hour to soothe thy senses. Lost in illusion. If the diversion pleasant be. The lovely pictures they shall bring thee. Bower on bower! Tendrils unblighted! Lo! in a shower Grapes that o’ercluster Gush into must.

until we meet once more! . surroundeth With crystalline spaces. In happy embraces. Others are flying. Of flies and bed-bugs. The lord of rats and eke of mice. Circling the islands. the inspiring Sound of their quiring! See.— All for the distant 52 Star of existent Rapture and Love! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP He sleeps! Enough. Emerald shore-lands! And the winged races Drink. as it boundeth Down the high places.Faust Gems. he paints the spot for thee:— There com’st thou. And spreading. dream thy dreams. hopping on to me! To work. at once! The point which made me craven Is forward. on the ledge. Some of them scaling Boldly the highlands. Blossoming forelands. that flatter. The Devil needs a rat’s quick tooth. To gnaw it where. Summons thee hither to the door-sill. for the threshold’s magic which controlled him. with just a morsel Of oil. I use no lengthened invocation: Here rustles one that soon will work my liberation. Life-ward all hieing. to catch the Fiend and hold him!— With fairest images of dreams infold him. ye fays! your airy number Have sung him truly into slumber: For this performance I your debtor prove. Dipping and rising Light on the water! Hark. frogs and lice. and fly onward— Fly ever sunward To the enticing Islands. Another bite makes free the door: So. Others are sailing. engraven. the entrancing Whirl of their dancing! All in the air are Freer and fairer.— Not yet art thou the man. Plunge him in seas of sweet untruth! Yet. O Faust.

53 . But that a dream the Devil counterfeited. And that a poodle ran away? IV STUDY THE STUDY MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST A knock? Come in! Again my quiet broken? MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP ’Tis I! FAUST Come in! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Thrice must the words be spoken.Goethe FAUST (awaking) Am I again so foully cheated? Remains there naught of lofty spirit-sway.

our whole life long. So. A tall cock’s-feather in my hat.— And I advise thee. hoarsely sings. too. with golden trimming. Life be at last revealed to thee! FAUST This life of earth. With grinning masks of life prevent My mind its fairest work to finish! Then. A cloak in silken lustre swimming. I come. when night descends. To see the day of disappointment break. Too old am I to play with passion. Would pain me in its wonted fashion. by the burden of my days oppressed. 54 . I hope we’ll suit each other well. That. Death is desired. To no one hope of mine—not one—its promise keeping:— That even each joy’s presentiment With wilful cavil would diminish. In scarlet coat. above my powers enthroned. The God. then! What from the world have I to gain? Thou shalt abstain—renounce—refrain! Such is the everlasting song That in the ears of all men rings. thy vapors to dispel. to be without desire. In very terror I at morn awake. and Life a thing unblest! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thus thou pleasest me.Faust FAUST Come in. But some wild dream is sent to fray me.— That unrelieved. Too young. He cannot change external forces. Each hour. how anxiously Upon my couch of sleep I lay me: There. To don the self-same gay apparel. comes no rest to me. sharp sword for show or quarrel. whatever my attire. from this den released. also. A long. a squire of high degree. and free. in passing. brief and flat. The God that in my breast is owned Can deeply stir the inner sources. For now. Upon the verge of bitter weeping.

for soft. led me on. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Omniscient am I not. in that nightly hour. when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when. retrieving My thoughts from torment. clear echoes came. As wife and child. And sweet. all that flatters as possession. deceiving A faith bequeathed from Childhood’s dawn. The bloody laurels on the brow he bindeth! Whom. FAUST O fortunate. maddening dances. With dazzling cheats and dear devices Confines it in this cave of pain! Cursed be. the high ambition Wherewith the mind itself deludes! Cursed be the glare of apparition That on the finer sense intrudes! Cursed be the lying dream’s impression Of name. A certain liquid was not drunken. for whom. indulgent leisures. In clasping maiden-arms he findeth! O would that I. He lays for us the pillows straight! 55 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And yet. had sunken! FAUST Though some familiar tone. before that spirit-power. by some one. when victory glances. Yet now I curse whate’er entices And snares the soul with visions vain. as knave and plow! Cursed Mammon be. Ravished and rapt from life. ha! thy pleasure seems to be. after rapid.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And yet is never Death a wholly welcome guest. at once. yet much is known to me. FAUST Eavesdropping. and fame. . and laurelled brow! Cursed.

56 CHORUS SPIRIT IRITS CHORUS OF SPIRITS (invisible) Woe! woe! Thou hast it destroyed. I’ll guide thee. the spectre! And cursed be Patience most of all! Be sung thereto! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES These are the small dependants Who give me attendance.— The highest favor Love lets fall! Cursed. feeds upon thy breast! The worst society thou find’st will show thee Thou art a man among the rest. if thou art satisfied. And the new songs of cheer . Out of this lonely life That of senses and sap has betrayed thee. And. Hear them. also. with thee abide. With powerful fist: In ruin ’tis hurled. This nursing of the pain forego thee. That. The beautiful world. But ’tis not meant to thrust Thee into the mob thou hatest! I am not one of the greatest.Faust Cursed be the vine’s transcendent nectar. In thine own bosom build it anew! Bid the new career Commence. By the blow of a demigod shattered! The scattered Fragments into the Void we carry.— Will willingly walk beside thee. Will as servant. Yet. wilt thou to me entrust Thy steps through life. to deeds and passion Counsel in shrewd old-fashion! Into the world of strife. With clearer sense. Deploring The beauty perished beyond restoring.— Will serve thee at once and forever With best endeavor. slave. Brightlier Build it again. like a vulture. They would persuade thee. Hope!—cursed Faith. Mightier For the children of men.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In this sense. Let happen all that can or will! I’ll hear no more: ’tis vain to ponder If there we cherish love or hate. bind thyself by prompt indenture. And thou mine arts with joy shalt see: What no man ever saw. poor Devil. 57 . then. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Here. I fear. an unwearied slave. its place may fill. I’ll give to thee. my pleasures have their sources.Goethe FAUST And what shall be my counter-service therefor? FAUST The There my scruples naught increases. without a why or wherefore. The other. give me whatsoever? When was a human soul. Speak thy conditions plain and clear! With such a servant danger comes. FAUST Canst thou. FAUST No—no! The Devil is an egotist. Yon sun beholds my sorrows in his courses. And to thine every nod obedient be: When There again we come together. Or. even. on this earth. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The time is long: thou need’st not now insist. Come. I’ll wear thy tether. And when from these my life itself divorces. When thou hast dashed this world to pieces. “For God’s sake. A High and Low our souls await. And is not apt. Then shalt thou do the same for me. canst thou venture. Here. in the spheres we dream of yonder. in its supreme endeavor.” others to assist.

And Honor’s godlike zest. hast thou food which never satiates. Then art thou from thy service free! The clock may stop. rot. one’s fingers through.— 58 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Consider well: my memory good is rated. When peace we crave and more luxurious diet. at once. self-pleased. my record end! Canst thou with lying flattery rule me. and can show them. myself I see. quicksilver-like.— A game whose winnings no man ever knew. That runs. now. ere they’re gathered.— A maid that. FAUST When on an idler’s bed I stretch myself in quiet. even from my breast. But still the time may reach us. still delay—thou art so fair!” Then bind me in thy bonds undying.Faust E’er understood by such as thou? Yet. The meteor that a moment dances. Until. good my friend. Beckons my neighbor with her wanton glances. And trees that daily with new leafage clothe them! Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me. There let. ruddy gold hast thou. the hand be broken. .— Show me the fruits that. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Done! FAUST And heartily! When thus I hail the Moment flying: “Ah. Let that day be the last for me! The bet I offer.— The restless. My final ruin then declare! Then let the death-bell chime the token. Then Time be finished unto me! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Such a demand alarms me not: Such treasures have I.

A spectre is. My powers I have not rashly estimated: A slave am I. FAUST Demand’st thou. or whose? ’tis needless to debate it. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why heat thyself. to-day. The word. What wilt from me. alas! dies even in the pen. Pedant. paper. stated? I freely leave the choice to thee. or chisel. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then at the Doctors’-banquet I. that what I speak to-day Shall stand. And wax and leather keep the lordship then. whate’er I do— If thine. a document? Hast never known a man. parchment. clay? The terms with graver. whose bosom Truth makes pure and fair! 59 FAUST If thou therewith art fully satisfied. marble. nor proved his word’s intent? Is’t not enough. With eloquence exaggerated? Each leaf for such a pact is good. And to subscribe thy name thou’lt take a drop of blood. Will as a servant wait behind thee. Base Spirit. No sacrifice shall he repent of ever. Give me a line or two. with all my future days agreeing? In all its tides sweeps not the world away. which all to shun endeavor. So let us by the farce abide. . And shall a promise bind my being? Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear: Who would himself therefrom deliver? Blest he. thus instantly. quill. writ and stamped with care. But one thing more! Beyond all risk to bind thee. I pray. say?— Brass. too. Nathless a parchment.Goethe FAUST Thou hast a perfect right thereto.

as best they can: Restless activity proves the man! 60 FAUST But thou hast heard. my own sole self to all their selves expanded. at last. And thus. Let us the sensual deeps explore. from any pang be wrested. Whether you everywhere be trying. In the rush and roll of Circumstance! Then may delight and distress. I take the wildering whirl. shall with them all be stranded! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Believe me. of its thirst for knowledge sated. The thread of Thought at last is broken. ’tis not of joy we’re talking. henceforth. And worry and success. Or snatch a rapid bliss in flying. Enamored hate. And all of life for all mankind created Shall be within mine inmost being tested: The highest. lowest forms my soul shall borrow. To quench the fervors of glowing passion! Let every marvel take form and fashion Through the impervious veil it wore! Plunge we in Time’s tumultuous dance. My proper place is thy estate: The Mighty Spirit deigns me no reply. FAUST Fear not that I this pact shall seek to sever? The promise that I make to thee Is just the sum of my endeavor. what you get! Only fall to. My bosom. And knowledge brings disgust unspoken. I have myself inflated all too high. who for many a thousand year . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES For you no bound. And Nature shuts on me her gate. I too. exhilarant disdain. and show no timid balking. enjoyment’s keenest pain. Shall heap upon itself their bliss and sorrow. May it agree with you. Alternately follow. no term is set. Shall not.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Blood is a juice of rarest quality.

Goethe The same tough meat have chewed and tested. on the whole. Wear shoes an ell in height. The wild stag’s speed. then. FAUST Nay. 61 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. such a one to see: Sir Microcosm his name should be. Whereto yearns every sense within me? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A good reply! One only fear still needs repeating: The art is long. The North’s firm fortitude! Let him find for thee the secret tether That binds the Noble and Mean together. Give the rein to his imagination. But us he thrusts in darkness. The Italian’s fiery blood. And thou remainest—what thou art. Then let thyself be taught. if ’tis denied my part The crown of all humanity to win me. And you he dowers with Day and Night. league thyself with a poet. Of the qualities of his creation. to raise thee. out of sight. this Whole supernal Is made but for a God’s delight! He dwells in splendor single and eternal. thou’rt—what thou art. and show it. but I will! FAUST What am I. and hate by measure! I’d like. And teach thy pulses of youth and pleasure To love by rule. Set wigs of million curls upon thy head. the time is fleeting. say I! Go. . Then wear the crown. myself.—the truth betrays thee. That from the cradle to the bier No man the ancient leaven has digested! Trust one of us.— The courage of the lion’s breed.

Is like a beast on moorlands lean. Nor nearer. Zounds! Both hands and feet are. I ask. you see the facts precisely As they are seen by each and all. FAUST To see him now I have no heart. to the Infinite. Are not their forces also lent me? I speed along. that I have made the treasure Of human thought and knowledge mine. Before the joys of life shall pall. in vain. Is’t thence less wholly mine? If I’ve six stallions in my stall. is’t even prudence. While all about lie pastures fresh and green. completest man of all. And if I now sit down in restful leisure. in the end Thou dar’st not tell the youngsters—never! I hear one’s footsteps. What place of martyrdom is here! Is’t life. We must arrange them now. FAUST Then how shall we begin? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good Sir. truly— And head and virile forces—thine: Yet all that I indulge in newly. That round and round some fiend misleads to evil plight. hither steering. indeed. As though my legs were four-and-twenty. To bore thyself and bore the students? Let Neighbor Paunch to that attend! Why plague thyself with threshing straw forever? The best thou learnest. And plunge into the world with zest! I say to thee. Why. . No fount of newer strength is in my brain: I am no hair’s-breadth more in height. a speculative wight 62 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ll try a wider sphere. then! let reflection rest.Faust FAUST I feel. Take hold. more wisely.

Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES So long the poor boy waits a hearing. be certain. And I shall have thee fast and sure!— Fate such a bold. The dream of drink shall mock. to his hot.) My wits. perchance.] STUDENT MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (In FAUST ’S long mantle. as others be. Still were he lost forevermore! (A STUDENT enters. For our fine trip. But fifteen minutes’ time is all I need.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Your courtesy doth flatter me: You see a man. ever must endure. so deprave him That. (He disguises himself. meanwhile. Whom men to me with reverence name. devoted and sincere. Dragged through the wildest life. elsewhere begun? .) UST’S Reason and Knowledge only thou despise. Thy cap and mantle straightway lend me! I’ll play the comedy with art. And come. insatiate sense. checking. naught could save him. chilling. Have you. but never lave him: Refreshment shall his lips in vain implore— Had he not made himself the Devil’s. Through flat and stale indifference. prepare thyself with speed! [Exit FAUST UST. The highest strength in man that lies! Let but the Lying Spirit bind thee With magic works and shows that blind thee. With struggling. onwards. only. As forwards. will befriend me. untrammelled spirit gave him. will I enslave him. am I here. 63 A short time. To greet and know the man of fame. Whose over-hasty impulse drave him Past earthly joys he might secure. He must not unconsoled depart.

And when the lecture-halls receive me. takes its food. hearing. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Explain. and healthy blood: My mother was hardly willing to let me.Faust STUDENT Receive me now. and freely drain them. I’ll hang thereon with joy. STUDENT I crave the highest erudition. Seeing. STUDENT I’d like to leave it. reluctant. and thinking leave me. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES All that depends on habitude. Tis all so cramped and close and mean. pray. I find these walls. I pray. One sees no tree. 64 . But knowledge worth having I fain would get me. I must avow. at the breasts of Wisdom clinging. these vaulted spaces Are anything but pleasant places. the proper means to gain them. before you further speak. And fain would make my acquisition All that there is in Earth and Heaven. Thus. Thou’lt find each day a greater rapture bringing. The special faculty you seek. But soon to seek them is beguiled. Somewhat of cash. as one Who comes to you with courage good. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP STUDENT Then you have reached the right place now. But tell me. So from its mother’s breasts a child At first. no glimpse of green.

then The third and fourth had never been. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Use well your time! It flies so swiftly from us. But time through order may be won. Truly the fabric of mental fleece Resembles a weaver’s masterpiece. Then the parts in his hand he may hold and class. Therefore the third and fourth are so. And an infinite combination grows. ‘Twill plod along the path of thought. Friend (my views to briefly sum). I promise. truly. There will your mind be drilled and braced. First. A will-o’-the-wisp in murky air. to graver paces brought. this Chemistry names. As if in Spanish boots ‘twere laced. no otherwise it could have been: The first was so. What once you did at a single blow. Nor knows how herself she banters and blames! 65 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Here is the genuine path for you. the second so. He who would study organic existence. the philosopher steps in And shows. Like eating and drinking. Then. Were not the first and second. But never succeed in being weavers. So. The scholars are everywhere believers. Unseen the threads are knit together. free and strong. three! thereto belong. Where fly the shuttles hither and thither. But the spiritual link is lost. And thus.Goethe In Nature and in Science too. . alas! Encheiresin natures. the collegium logicum. First drives out the soul with rigid persistence. Days will be spent to bid you know. STUDENT Body and soul thereon I’ll wreak. Instead of shooting here and there.— That one. Yet strict attention must be given. Where a thousand threads one treadle throws. Yet. I’ve some inclination On summer holidays to seek A little freedom and recreation. two.

you understand. As if a mill-wheel whirled in my head! No need to tell me twice to do it! I think. As did the Holy Ghost dictate to thee! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Your mind will shortly be set aright. in black and white. you’ll find For what goes in—or won’t go in—your mind. So you can better watch. and look That naught is said but what is in the book: Yet in thy writing as unwearied be. One carries home and then goes through it. all things reducing. To order rigidly adhere. from all you’ve said. at least this half a year. To classify them for your using. When you have learned. For what one has. be on hand! Prepare beforehand for your part With paragraphs all got by heart.Faust STUDENT I cannot understand you quite. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And after—first and foremost duty—Of Metaphysics learn the use and beauty! See that you most profoundly gain What does not suit the human brain! A splendid word to serve. And when the clock strikes. Five hours a day. But first. how useful ’tis to write. . STUDENT STUDENT I feel as stupid. 66 Yet choose thyself a faculty! STUDENT I cannot reconcile myself to Jurisprudence.

And simply take your master’s words for truth. With words ’tis excellent disputing. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES STUDENT My own disgust is strengthened by your speech: O lucky he. This to consider. alas! no hurry. therefore. Of course! But only shun too over-sharp a tension. On words ’tis excellent believing.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students: I know what science this has come to be. let me hint ’Tis very hard to shun the false direction. Hear. in sooth. for that is best. 67 STUDENT Pardon! With many questions I detain you. All rights and laws are still transmitted Like an eternal sickness of the race. So like the medicine. one alone. it baffles your detection. For just where fails the comprehension.— From generation unto generation fitted. STUDENT Yet in the word must some idea be. On words let your attention centre! Then through the safest gate you’ll enter The temple-halls of Certainty. . No word can ever lose a jot from thieving. And shifted round from place to place. Beneficence a worry: Thou art a grandchild. as regards this science. HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES I should not wish to see you here misguided: For. There’s so much secret poison lurking in ‘t. there’s. Reason becomes a sham. therefore woe to thee! The right born with us. Systems to words ’tis easy suiting. ours in verity. A word steps promptly in as deputy. whom you shall teach! I’ve almost for Theology decided.

At once confide all others in you. . as a greeting. Have all one source. MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP I’m tired enough of this dry tone. Well-made you are. Each one learns only—just what learn he can: Yet he who grasps the Moment’s gift. truly. And green alone Life’s golden tree. And if your acts are half discreet. and fully. You press and count the pulse’s dances. you are free to touch and test them. The rest a bold address will win you. To lead the women. Just as God will! In vain that through the realms of science you may drift. And show that yours all other arts exceeds.Faust Yet must I trouble you again. with burning sidelong glances. If you but in yourself confide. gray are all theories. one sees.— Must play the Devil again. You’ll always have them at your feet. A title first must draw and interest them. He is the proper man. thus to do. learn the special feeling! Their everlasting aches and groans. one mode of healing. 68 STUDENT That’s better. While. to see If tightly laced her corsets be. (Aloud) To grasp the spirit of Medicine is easy: Learn of the great and little world your fill. HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES My worthy friend. Three years is but a little space. Of Medicine I still would fain Hear one strong word that might explain you. In thousand tones. You clasp the swelling hips. now! The How and Where. ’tis not to be denied. And then. so please ye. To let it go at last. ‘Twere easier groping forward. for years another pleads. God! who can the field embrace? If one some index could be shown. And. Then.

The little world. and then the great.— Grant me this favor. whither shall we go? MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Assuredly.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES As best it pleases thee. and the snake thou wast ordered to trample! With all thy likeness to God. thou’lt yet be a sorry example! STUDENT (FAUST enters. and returns the book. Follow the ancient text. we’ll see. (He writes. Might I again presume. scientes bonum et malum. ’tis like a dream to me. (Closes the book with reverence. I beseech you! FAUST Now. what profit winning. To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded? STUDENT (reads) Eritis sicut Deus. to what extent I may.) F I cannot really go away: Allow me that my album first I reach you. with trust unbounded. Shalt thou sponge through the term beginning! 69 . With what delight. and withdraws) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Most willingly.Goethe STUDENT I swear to you.

we’ll travel swift and clear: I gratulate thee on thy new career! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES My friend. and start? Where hast thou servant. were a futile strife. thou soon shalt lose all such misgiving: Be thou but self-possessed. I feel so small before others. if we’re light. I never could learn the ways of life. Both ease and grace will fail me there. 70 . Above the earth will nimbly bear us. on so bold a flight. coach and horses? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ll spread this cloak with proper art. and thence Should always find embarrassments. thou hast the art of living! FAUST How shall we leave the house. A little burning air. which I shall soon prepare us. Then through the air direct our courses. But only. indeed.Faust FAUST Yet with the flowing beard I wear. And. The attempt. Be sure to have thy luggage light.

SIEBEL Turn out who quarrels—out the door! With open throat sing chorus. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Woe’s me. that fellow. the fearful bellow! Bring cotton. To-day you’re like wet straw. And usually you’re all aflame. I’m thinking. from you we nothing see. FROSCH FROSCH (Pours a glass of wine over BRANDER’S head. BRANDER Twice a swine! FROSCH FROSCH You wanted them: I’ve given you mine.) There’s both together! SIEBEL When the vault echoes to the song. One first perceives the bass is deep and strong. No beastliness and no stupidity. drink and roar! Up! holla! ho! BRANDER Now that’s your fault. so tame. quick! He’s split my ears. 71 .Goethe V UERBACH’S CELLAR AUERBACH’S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG CAROUSAL JOLLY COMPANIONS CAROUSAL OF JOLLY COMPANIONS FROSCH FROSCH I no one laughing? no one drinking? I’ll teach you how to grin.

Faust FROSCH FROSCH Well said! and out with him that takes the least offence! Ah. Dame Nightingale! Ten thousand times my sweetheart hail! FROSCH FROSCH The throats are tuned. Shut the latch! the morning breaks.) A nasty song! Fie! a political song— A most offensive song! Thank God. tara. That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be. How does it hold together? SIEBEL No. I hold it so much gain for me. I hope. I’ll resent it. soar up. lara da! And so we’ll choose ourselves a Pope. lara. greet my sweetheart not! I tell you. That you have not the Roman realm to care for! At least. and elevate the man. . therefore. FROSCH FROSCH (sings) ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Ah. commence! (Sings. You know the quality that can Decide the choice. each morning.) The dear old holy Roman realm. tara. da! Soar up. FROSCH FROSCH My sweetheart greet and kiss! I dare you to prevent it! BRANDER (Sings. 72 Draw the latch! the darkness makes: Draw the latch! the lover wakes. Yet also we must have a ruling head.

To smash her windows be a greeting! There was a rat in the cellar-nest. Greet her? Not I: unless. And soon enough the poor beast had. The cook laid poison cunningly. And then as sore oppressed was he As if he had love in his bosom.) As if he had love in his bosom! 73 He ran around. Must something fresh for their advantage give. I know how to live. my strain. he ran about. CHORUS CHORUS (shouting) As if he had love in his bosom! BRANDER BRANDER (pounding on the table) Attention! Hearken now to me! Confess. As if he had love in his bosom. But nothing cured his raving. Where four roads cross. Enamored persons here have we. sing away. Whom fat and butter made smoother: He had a paunch beneath his vest Like that of Doctor Luther. CHORUS CHORUS . in wanton play to meet her: An old he-goat. He gnawed and scratched the house throughout. Take heed! ’Tis of the latest cut. Sirs. as suits their quality. Her paramour should be an ugly gnome. from Blocksberg coming home. He whirled and jumped. with torment mad. sing on. His thirst in puddles laving. and now she’ll lead you after. and brag of her! I’ll wait my proper time for laughter: Me by the nose she led. when meeting.Goethe SIEBEL Yes. And all strike in at each refrain! (He sings. and praise. And I. Should his good-night in lustful gallop bleat her! A fellow made of genuine flesh and blood Is for the wench a deal too good.

In the last convulsion twitching. BRANDER BRANDER Perhaps you’ll warmly take their part? The fact is easy to unravel. and ease to suit them. Then laughed the murderess in her glee: “Ha! ha! he’s at his last gasp. For in the rat by poison bloated His own most natural form he sees. To let thee see how smooth life runs away. in open day. So long the host may credit give. They merrily and careless live. Like kittens playing with their tails? And if no headache persecute them. I bring thee hither Where boon companions meet together. circling trails. They whirl in narrow. each day’s a holiday: With little wit. He ran into the kitchen. 74 .” said she.Faust BRANDER And driven at last. Here. SIEBEL How the dull fools enjoy the matter! To me it is a proper art Poison for such poor rats to scatter. “As if he had love in his bosom!” ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER The bald-pate pot-belly I have noted: Misfortune tames him by degrees. Fell on the hearth. and squirming lay. for the folk. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES CHORUS CHORUS As if he had love in his bosom! Before all else.

75 . gentlemen! SIEBEL Our thanks: we give the same. upon a revel. I’m thinking. FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH You’ve verily hit the truth! Leipzig to me is dear: Paris in miniature. they’ve just returned from travel: A single hour they’ve not been here. I’ll worm their secret out. should you guess? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Not if he had them by the neck. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Perhaps.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP In one foot is the fellow lame? BRANDER They’re mountebanks. (Murmurs. And then. how it refines its people! Look out. FAUST Fair greeting. I’ll smoke them now! SIEBEL Who are the strangers. with cleverness.Goethe Their air’s so odd. inspecting MEPHISTOPHELES from the side. Would e’er these people scent the Devil! FROSCH FROSCH Let me alone! I’ll set them first to drinking. They’re of a noble house. as one a child’s tooth draws. I vow. that’s very clear: Haughty and discontented they appear.

Your company shall give us pleasure. before we parted Much of his cousins did he speak. without a call.) 76 . to-day. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We passed. FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH FROSCH No doubt ’twas late when you from Rippach started? And supping there with Hans occasioned your delay? Just wait awhile: I’ll have him yet. perhaps. singing chorus. And truly. entreating That we should give to each his kindly greeting. At our last interview. SIEBEL ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER A most fastidious person you appear. which one seeks vainly here. a virtuoso? (He bows to FROSCH FROSCH OSCH. song must here rebound Superbly from the arches o’er us. A knave sharp-set! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If I am right. FROSCH FROSCH Are you. we heard the sound Of well-trained voices. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (aside) You have it now! he understands.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Is it permitted that we share your leisure? In place of cheering drink.

a number. as his head is dear. . There was a king once reigning. The tailor came straightway: Here. I say! SIEBEL So that it be a bran-new strain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ve just retraced our way from. Who had a big black flea— MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If you desire. allow the tailor no caprices: Enjoin upon him. The lovely land of wine. To most exactly measure. sew and shear. and slumber. my power is only so-so.) 77 BRANDER But mind. And measure his coat. FROSCH FROSCH ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Give us a song! Hear. (Sings. Spain.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O no! my wish is great. and song. hear! A flea! D’ye rightly take the jest? I call a flea a tidy guest. Who had a big black flea. As his own son were he. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (sings) There was a king once reigning. And loved him past explaining. He called his man of stitches. measure the lad for breeches.

FROSCH FROSCH Bravo! bravo! that was fine. He had the first of stations. If ‘twere a better wine that here I see you drinking. And the lords and ladies of honor Were plagued. 78 I fain would drink with you. A cross upon his breast. whene’er they bite. At once. Or scratch them.Faust So that the breeches have no creases! At once. SIEBEL Every flea may it so befall! BRANDER Point your fingers and nip them all! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Hurrah for Freedom! Hurrah for wine! HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES CHORUS (shouting) CHORUS We crack them and we crush them. And they did not dare to brush them. The queen she got them upon her. . my glass to Freedom clinking. day or night: We crack them and we crush them. And also all his relations Great lords at court became. whene’er they bite! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In silk and velvet gleaming He now was wholly drest— Had a coat with ribbons streaming. A minister’s star and name. The maids were bitten and bled. awake and in bed.

But do not give too very small a sample. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Did I not fear the landlord might complain. our praises shall be ample.) (To FROSCH FROSCH Now. For. there’s one! And if the wine be good. and let the landlord me arraign! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER FROSCH FROSCH Yonder. 79 .Goethe SIEBEL Don’t let us hear that speech again! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (aside) They’re from the Rhine! I guessed as much. I’d treat these worthy guests. To some from out our cellar’s treasure. before. with pleasure. if its quality I decide. With a good mouthful I must be supplied. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Bring me a gimlet here! BRANDER SIEBEL Just treat. What shall therewith be done? You’ve not the casks already at the door? HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES (takes the gimlet) OSCH. within the landlord’s box of tools. give me of your taste some intimation.

Faust FROSCH FROSCH How do you mean? Have you so many kinds? ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Ah! I perceive a juggler’s trick. BRANDER Champagne shall be my wine. MEPHISTOPHELES BRANDER) HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (to BRANDER And you? ALTMA TMAYER FROSCH OSCH) ALTMAYER (to FROSCH Aha! you lick your chops.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES BRANDER (boring a hole in the edge of the table. are not so near. . quick! 80 What’s foreign one can’t always keep quite clear of. For good things. oft. A German can’t endure the French to see or hear of. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The choice is free: make up your minds. And let it sparkle fresh and fine! FROSCH FROSCH MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good! if I have the choice. at the place where FROSCH sits) FROSCH Get me a little wax. (bores: in the meantime one has made the wax stoppers. so let the wine be Rhenish! Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish. and plugged the holes with them. from sheer anticipation. to make the stoppers.

and make your choice with speed! With what a vintage can I serve you? 81 (as they draw out the stoppers. indeed. and drink your fill! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (boring) Tokay shall flow at once. That were to venture far. will you? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (with singular gestures) Grapes the vine-stem bears. Sirs. that flows at will! . to fill you! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER No—look me. Horns the he-goat wears! The grapes are juicy. Speak out. I grant. the vines are wood.Goethe Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer. ALL MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O no! with gentlemen of such pretence. and the wine which has been desired flows into the glass of each) O beautiful fountain. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER With any—only satisfy our need. sour wine is out of place. Fill up my glass with sweetest.— Only believe there’s a miracle here! Now draw the stoppers. straight in the face! I see you have your fun at our expense. The wooden table gives wine as good! Into the depths of Nature peer. SIEBEL (After the holes have been bored and plugged) (as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches his seat) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP For me.

SIEBEL (drinks carelessly: the wine spills upon the earth. the race is happy—it is free! SIEBEL FAUST To leave them is my inclination. now.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But have a care that you nothing spill! (They drink repeatedly. merely. and turns to flame) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Take notice. we feel So cannibalic jolly! Be quiet. to your detriment. See. friendly element! (To the revellers) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A bit of purgatory ’twas for this time.) Help! Fire! Help! Hell-fire is sent! ALL (sing) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (charming away the flame) As ‘twere five hundred hogs. first! their bestiality Will make a brilliant demonstration. 82 FROSCH FROSCH Don’t try that game a second time upon us! . What mean you? Wait!—you’ll pay for’t dearly! You’ll know us.

) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Be still. And play your hocus-pocus on us! ’Tis magic! Strike— The knave is outlawed! Cut him as you like! (They draw their knives.) SIEBEL Broomstick. and rush upon MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (with solemn gestures) False word and form of air. you! You face it out. Sir! you dare to make so free. and sense ensnare! Be here—and there! (They stand amazed and look at each other. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Where am I? What a lovely land! 83 . old wine-tub. Change place. ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER (draws a stopper out of the table: fire flies in his face. impertinent and heady? BRANDER Just wait! a shower of blows is ready.) I burn! I burn! SIEBEL SIEBEL What.Goethe ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER I think we’d better send him packing quietly.

) It was a blow that went through every limb! Give me a chair! I sink! my senses swim. See what a vine! what grapes depending! (He takes SIEBEL by the nose: the others do the same reciprocally. from their eyes the band. And how the Devil jests. be now enlightened! UST: (He disappears with FAUST: the revellers start and separate.Faust FROSCH FROSCH Vines? Can I trust my eyes? SIEBEL What happened? SIEBEL And purple grapes at hand! ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER How? BRANDER Here. and raise their knives.) FROSCH FROSCH Was that your nose I tightened? SIEBEL) BRANDER (to SIEBEL And yours that still I have in hand? MEPHISTOPHELES (as above) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Loose. over this green arbor bending. 84 . Error.

Still in my feet the fright like lead is weighing. He shall not leave alive. (He turns towards the table.Goethe FROSCH FROSCH But what has happened. just say! I saw him with these eyes upon a wine-cask riding Out of the cellar-door. false design! 85 . just now. and lying. SIEBEL Where is he? If I catch the scoundrel hiding. I vow. tell me now? FROSCH FROSCH And yet it seemed as I were drinking wine. BRANDER But with the grapes how was it. pray? ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER ALTMA TMAYER ALTMAYER Shall one believe no miracles.) Why! If the fount of wine should still be playing? SIEBEL ’Twas all deceit.

as thy condition. FAUST Yet will I know it. canst thou naught better find! Another baffled hope must be lamented: Has Nature. under which a fire is burning. The he-ape. Through this insane. my friend. dost thou tell me. with the young ones. Whereby for eighty years thy youth thou keepest! .Faust VI WITCHES’ KITCHEN WITCHES’ KITCHEN (Upon a low hearth stands a great caldron. Various figures appear in the vapors which rise from the caldron. chaotic play? From an old hag shall I demand assistance? And will her foul mess take away Full thirty years from my existence? Woe’s me. a simpler mode and apter. skims it. trust me. and watches lest it boil over. sits near and warms himself. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Good! the method is revealed Without or gold or magic or physician. and think it not a theft That thou manur’st the acre which thou reapest. Live with the ox as ox.) FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST These crazy signs of witches’ craft repel me! I shall recover. then. An ape sits beside it. thou talkest sensibly. With unmixed food thy body nourish. to make thee young. and has a noble mind Not any potent balsam yet invented? 86 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Once more.— That. But in another book ’tis writ for thee. Ceiling and walls are covered with the most fantastic witch-implements. Betake thyself to yonder field. thy sense and will Within a narrow sphere to flourish. is the best mode left. Restrain thyself. There hoe and dig. And is a most eccentric chapter. There is.

and her alone? Canst thou thyself not brew the potion? Carousing. Is rare and strange. ’tis true. Patience must in the work be shown. By the chimney out! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What time takes she for dissipating? That were a charming sport. 87 THE ANIMALS While we to warm our paws are waiting. (Perceiving the Animals) See. I’ve a notion. strengthens the fine fermentation. And yet the Devil cannot make it. belonging thereunto. And all. Long is the calm brain active in creation. Time. only. howe’er you take it: The Devil taught the thing. to-day! Off and about. I own: I’d build a thousand bridges meanwhile. THE ANIMALS FAUST Wherefore the hag. what a delicate race they be! That is the maid! the man is he! (To the Animals) It seems the mistress has gone away? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then to thine aid the witch must call. and ply it. Not Art and Science serve. alone.Goethe FAUST I am not used to that. I cannot stoop to try it— To take the spade in hand. . The narrow being suits me not at all.

Is that which has the most attractive features! (To the Animals) But tell me now. Let me win in good season! Things are badly controlled.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST How findest thou the tender creatures? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then a great public you can show. which they now roll forward. (In the meantime the young apes have been playing with a large ball. And had I but gold. just such talk as this. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. for me. ye cursed puppets. So had I my reason.) 88 . HE-APE THE HE-APE (comes up and fawns on MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES) O cast thou the dice! Make me rich in a trice. Could he but try the lottery’s chances! THE ANIMALS We’re cooking watery soup for beggars. Why do ye stir the porridge so? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES How would the ape be sure his luck enhances. FAUST Absurder than I ever yet did see.

Goethe HE-APE THE HE-APE The world’s the ball: Doth rise and fall. Keep thou away! Thy doom is spoken! ’Tis made of clay. A hollow thing. And roll incessant: Like glass doth ring.) SHE-APE Look through the sieve! Know’st thou the thief. And will be broken. I’d know him and shame him. He knows not the kettle! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP What means the sieve? HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES Impertinent beast! THE HE-APE (taking it down) HE-APE Wert thou the thief. 89 . quiescent? Here bright it gleams. and lets her look through it. And darest not name him? MEPHISTOPHELES (approaching the fire) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP And what’s this pot? HE-APE AND SHE-APE HE-APE SHE-APE The fool knows it not! He knows not the pot. I say. And drop.— How soon will’t spring. Here brighter seems: I live at present! Dear son. (He runs to the SHE-APE .

MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. And blest is he. self-contented. Must something clever be created. if a God first plagues Himself six days. continues to speak. F stretching himself out on the settle. Some day.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why. as through gathering mist. And bear me to her beauteous field! Ah. Then. home to bear her. If I attempt to venture near. the swiftest of thy pinions. so lovely be? And must I find her body. This time.Faust HE-APE THE HE-APE Take the brush here. who has the lucky fate.—and lack the crown alone. here. FAUST (who during all this time has been standing before a mirror. if I leave this spot with fond designing. her charms appear!— A woman’s form. (FAUST gazes continually in the mirror.) O be thou so good With sweat and with blood The crown to belime! 90 . Bravo! says. as bridegroom. surely. and playing with the brush.) So sit I. thine eyes be satiate! I’ll yet detect thy sweetheart and ensnare her. And sit down on the settle! (He invites MEPHISTOPHELES to sit down. Love. at least. like the King upon his throne: I hold the sceptre. now approaching and now retreating from it) What do I see? What heavenly form revealed Shows through the glass from Magic’s fair dominions! O lend me. there reclining. then. Dim. Of all the heavens the bright epitome? Can Earth with such a thing be mated? THE ANIMALS (who up to this time have been making all kinds of fantastic movements together bring a crown to MEPHISTOPHELES with great noise. in beauty shining! Can woman.

and singe the Frau! Accurséd fere! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. (The caldron. which the SHE-APE has up to this time neSHE-APE glected to watch. away from here! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (in the same attitude) FAUST (before the mirror) Woe’s me! I fear to lose my wits.) One must. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (pointing to the Animals) My own head. We hear and we rhyme! FAUST (as above) My bosom burns with that sweet vision. And everything fits.Goethe (They handle the crown awkwardly and break it into two pieces. The WITCH comes careering WITCH down through the flame. which blazes out the chimney. WITCH THE WITCH THE ANIMALS If lucky our hits. Let us. ’Tis thoughts. now.) ’Tis done. with which they spring around. let it be! We speak and we see. with speed. is really nigh to sinking. at least. make this admission— They’re poets. genuine and sincere.) (Perceiving FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES What is that here? 91 . and we’re thinking! Ow! ow! ow! ow! The damnéd beast—the curséd sow! To leave the kettle. with terrible cries. begins to boil over: there ensues a great flame.

foul ass! To the singing of thy crew. Culture. old face of leather? WITCH THE WITCH O pardon. Also unto the Devil sticks. MEPHISTOPHELES and the UST. . Therefore I’ve worn. Animals. And both your ravens. the rough salute! Yet I perceive no cloven foot. thou! Know’st thou. and scatters flames towards FAUST. thy Lord and Master? 92 This time. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. full of wrath and horror) WITCH Ha! know’st thou me? Abomination. (As the WITCH starts back. ’Tis verily full many a day now. in truth. where are they now? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (reversing the brush. which smooth the whole world licks. The Animals whimper. I’ll let thee ‘scape the debt. as regards the foot. ’Twould only make the people shun me.) What hinders me from smiting now Thee and thy monkey-sprites with fell disaster? Hast for the scarlet coat no reverence? Dost recognize no more the tall cock’s-feather? Have I concealed this countenance?— Must tell my name. For since we two together met. The days of that old Northern phantom now are over: Where canst thou horns and tail and claws discover? And. which he has been holding in his hand. As time. which I can’t spare. at last. and striding among the jars and glasses) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In two! in two! There lies the brew! There lies the glass! The joke will pass. like many a spindly youth.Faust Who are you here? What want you thus? Who sneaks to us? The fire-pain Burn bone and brain! (She plunges the skimming-ladle into the caldron. Sir.

no whit better men we see: The Evil One has left. of the oldest brewage. Since I behold Squire Satan here again! WITCH THE WITCH (laughs immoderately) Ha! ha! That’s just your way. this is just the way. THE WITCH WITCH Why so? What has it done to thee? WITCH THE WITCH MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP It’s long been written in the Book of Fable. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Woman. from such a name refrain! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST My friend. See. I must beg you. take proper heed. and you were always so. then is the matter good. Sirs.Goethe False calves these many years upon me. here’s the coat-of-arms that I am wearing! (He makes an indecent gesture. . Thou hast no doubt about my noble blood: 93 Wherein. A cavalier am I. therefore. I pray! To manage witches. the evil ones are stable. can I be of use? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Give us a goblet of the well-known juice! But.) WITCH THE WITCH (dancing) Reason and sense forsake my brain. Yet. The years a double strength produce. I know: A rogue you are. Sir Baron call me thou. like others in my bearing.

from the book) See. sometimes.— Are known to me. the gestures frantic. what shall come of this? the creatures antic.— All the repulsive cheats I view. and hated. As well thou know’st. who are obliged 94 (begins to declaim. Wherefrom. And fill thy goblet full and free! O. within an hour ‘twill kill him. to serve as reading-desk. Don’t be so terribly severe! She juggles you as doctor now. not the slightest. She then beckons FAUST to approach. after. I wet my throttle. Which. Finally she brings a great book. and to hold the torches. and stations in the circle the Apes. and make a musical accompaniment. also. nonsense! That’s a thing for laughter. speak thine adjuration. the caldron to sound. too. with much emphasis. that. (Whispering) Yet. with whom it will agree. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES He is a friend of mine. meanwhile the glasses begin to ring. The beverage may work the proper cheer. stinks. The crazy stuff. And willingly a glass I’ll fill him. draw thy circle. (He persuades FAUST to step into the circle. thus it’s done! . And he deserves thy kitchen’s best potation: Come.Faust WITCH THE WITCH With all my heart! Now. here’s a bottle.) FAUST (to MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES) Now. if this man without due preparation drinks.) WITCH THE WITCH WITCH THE WITCH (with fantastic gestures draws a circle and places mysterious articles therein.

for verily 95 FAUST What nonsense she declaims before us! My head is nigh to split. unbidden! FAUST She talks like one who raves in fever. And ten is none. Man usually believes. This is the witch’s once-one’s-one! All ages have been taught the matter. Cast o’er the four! From five and six (The witch’s tricks) Make seven and eight.Goethe Make ten of one. ’Tis given unsought. Such time I’ve squandered o’er the history: A contradiction thus complete Is always for the wise. ’Tis finished straight! And nine is one. All from the fellowship of fools are shrinking. That also with them goes material for thinking! THE WITCH (continues) WITCH The lofty skill Of Science. if only words he hears. And two let be. To him ’tis brought. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Thou’lt hear much more before we leave her. and no one interferes. ’Tis all the same: the book I can repeat. a mystery. I fear: It seems to me as if I hear A hundred thousand fools in chorus. Error instead of Truth to scatter. . Make even three. still From all men deeply hidden! Who takes no thought. They prate and teach.— By Three and One. no less than fools. The art is old and new. And rich thou ‘It be. and One and Three.

walk at once! A rapid occupation Must start the needful perspiration.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O Sibyl excellent. pours the drink into a WITCH CH. which. What boon I have. And soon thou’lt be aware.) WITCH THE WITCH Down with it quickly! Drain it off! ‘Twill warm thy heart with new desire: Art with the Devil hand and glove. away! Thou dar’st not rest. (The WITCH with many ceremonies. as FAUST sets it to his lips. shall then be given unto thee. if you sometimes sing. And quickly fill the beaker to the brim! This drink will bring my friend no injuries: He is a man of manifold degrees. enough of adjuration! But hither bring us thy potation. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Come. And wilt thou be afraid of fire? (The WITCH breaks the circle: FAUST steps forth. And through thy frame the liquor’s potence fling. How Cupid stirs and leaps. cup. The noble indolence I’ll teach thee then to treasure. with keenest thrills of pleasure. a light flame arises. And many draughts are known to him. WITCH THE WITCH And much good may the liquor do thee! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP WITCH CH) MEPHISTOPHELES (to the WITCH Thy wish be on Walpurgis Night expressed. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And now.) WITCH Here is a song. on light and restless wing. You’ll find it of peculiar operation. 96 .

beyond compare. Each woman beautiful as Helen! MARGARET FAUST MARGARET (passing by) FAUST Fair lady.Goethe FAUST One rapid glance within the mirror give me. this drink thy blood compelling. How beautiful that woman-form! VII STREET MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No. neither fair.] FAUST By Heaven. That arm and escort I would lend you! MARGARET MARGARET I’m neither lady. Thou soon shalt see. let it not offend you. So sweetly virtuous and pure. and exit. And home I can go without your care. [She releases herself. believe me. alive and warm. 97 . (Aside) Thou’lt find. the girl is wondrous fair! Of all I’ve seen. no! The paragon of all.

Who every flower for himself would take. for I.Faust And yet a little pert. Of every sin absolved. save for him in store. FAUST Most Worthy Pedagogue. Nor honors. FAUST The one who just went by. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She. Yet always doesn’t the thing succeed. Hear. was listening nigh. there? She’s coming from confession. then? How now! You’re talking like Jack Rake. indeed. And fancies there are no favors more. take heed! 98 . of that girl I’d have possession! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Which. So innocent is she. Why. Deep in my heart imprinted lies: How short and sharp of speech was she. the cheek’s clear dawn. be sure! The lip so red. she’s older than fourteen. ’twas a real ecstasy! (MEPHISTOPHELES enters) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP FAUST FAUST And yet. That to confess she had no need. Behind her chair. I have no power o’er souls so green. I’ll not forget while the world rolls on! How she cast down her timid eyes.

once for all.— A garter that her knee has pressed! . a fortnight’s space. FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Without that. all at once. We must make use of strategy. And knead and shape her to your thought. don’t take it as annoyance! Why. at least. that speed With this fair girl will not succeed. leave jesting out of sight! I tell you. I tell thee. Yet. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But now. At midnight is our compact broken. By storm she cannot captured be. all my right. But think. the chances of the case! I need. To find an opportune occasion.Goethe Let not a word of moral law be spoken! I claim. As in Italian tales ’tis taught. exhaust the joyance? Your bliss is by no means so great 99 Get me something the angel keeps! Lead me thither where she sleeps! Get me a kerchief from her breast. FAUST HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES You almost like a Frenchman prate. I should not on the Devil call. And if that image of delight Rest not within mine arms to-night. All sorts of tender rigmarole. As if you’d use. to get control. But win her by my own persuasion. I have appetite. pray. FAUST Had I but seven hours for all.

I’ll find her room to-day. alone. look up the matter. mayst glow With every hope of future pleasure. perforce. And meanwhile thou. and take you in it.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That you may see how much I’d fain Further and satisfy your pain. We will no longer lose a minute. buried long ago: I must.] FAUST And shall I see—possess her? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES No! Unto a neighbor she must go. [Exit. Breathing her atmosphere in fullest measure. Presents at once? That’s good: he’s certain to get at her! Full many a pleasant place I know. FAUST A gift for her I bid thee get! [Exit.] FAUST Can we go thither? 100 . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis too early yet. And treasures.

Surely a gallant man was he. bind thou with fetters fleet The heart that on the dew of hope must pine! How all around a sense impresses Of quiet.— And he wouldn’t. where sat the father! 101 MEPHISTOPHELES FA HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Come in. That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine! Sweet pain of love. could I but say Who was that gentleman. NEATLY KEPT CHAMBER MARGARET MARGARET (plaiting and binding up the braids of her hair) I’d something give. twilight soft and sweet. around this throne. I beg of thee! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (prying about) Not every girl keeps things so neat. else. And of a noble family. with their ruddy charms. have been so bold! [Exit] FAUST (after a moment’s silence) Leave me alone. FAUST (looking around) O welcome.Goethe VIII NEATL TLY EVENING A SMALL. Hung here. thou.) Receive me. and content! This poverty what bounty blesses! What bliss within this narrow den is pent! (He throws himself into a leathern arm-chair near the bed. order. that in thine open arms Departed joy and pain wert wont to gather! How oft the children. but gently: follow me! . And much could I in his face behold. to-day.

came she in to me.) What sweetest thrill is in my blood! Here could I spend whole hours. The sand beneath thy feet makes whiter. Grateful for gifts the Holy Christmas gave her.— Which leads thee with its motherly control. FAUST Go! go! I never will retreat. Here. O dearest hand. as if in sportive playing. with haste! 102 . Here lay the child. Which elsewhere I have just been earning. this moment. delaying: Here Nature shaped. not unmeet. Here meekly kissed the grandsire’s withered hand. returning. And lie dissolved in dreams of love’s sweet leisure! Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere? And if.Faust Perchance my love. relaxed and tender! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Be quick! I see her there. with Life’s warm essence The tender bosom filled and fair. this hour! What seek I? Why so full my heart. amid the childish band. The form diviner beings wear! And I? What drew me here with power? How deeply am I moved. crisper. and sore? Miserable Faust! I know thee now no more. And here was wrought. The cloth upon thy board bids smoothly thee unroll. through holier. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Here is a casket. Prone at her feet. Is there a magic vapor here? I came. purer presence. I feel. with lust of instant pleasure. The angel blossom from the bud. How would I for the fault atonement render! How small the giant lout would be. O maid! thy very soul Of order and content around me whisper. to thee ’tis given To change this hut into a lower heaven! And here! (He lifts one of the bed-curtains. set it in the press.

and play is play. That you might win another by it. And you look as though 103 And yet ’tis not so warm outside. would keep the bubble? Then I suggest. gray and loath. A golden goblet gave. He drained it at every bout: . such fear!— Would mother came!—where can she bide? My body’s chill and shuddering. ‘twere fair and just To spare the lovely day your lust. in expectation tender— (He places the casket in the press. away! The sweet young maiden to betray. child is child. should I do it? MARGARET MARGARET (with a lamp) It is so close.— To whom his mistress. and locks it again. Naught was to him more precious.— I’m but a silly. to spy it: Some baubles I therein had placed.Goethe I swear. I trust? I rub my hands. I know not why. perhaps. I feel. And spare to me the further trouble. Physics and Metaphysics both! But away! [Exeunt. To the lecture-hall you were forced to go.) Now quick. ‘twill turn her head.— As if stood before you. True. You are not miserly. dying. Was faithful till the grave. so sultry. So that by wish and will you bend her. fearsome thing! (She begins to sing while undressing) There was a King in Thule. pray? Yourself. here! (She opens the window) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Ask you.] FAUST I know not.

In the lofty hall of his fathers In the Castle by the Sea. youthful blood? One may possess them. The towns in his land he told. all! Alas. And sinking deep in the sea: Then fell his eyelids forever. As oft as he drank thereout. On gold depends All. But none the more do others care.Faust His eyes with tears ran over. well and good. And hurled the hallowed goblet Into the tide below. They praise us half in pity. What is that? God in Heaven! Whence came Such things? Never beheld I aught so fair! Rich ornaments. and perceives the casket of jewels. And drank the last life-glow. When came his time of dying. Naught else to his heir denying Except the goblet of gold. alone! One has at once another air. There stood the old carouser. And mother gave a loan thereon? And here there hangs a key to fit: I have a mind to open it. most certainly.) Were but the ear-rings mine.) How comes that lovely casket here to me? 104 I locked the press. such as a noble dame On highest holidays might wear! How would the pearl-chain suit my hair? Ah. And never more drank he! (She opens the press in order to arrange her clothes. sure: To gold still tends. we poor! . What helps one’s beauty. and steps before the mirror. He sat at the royal banquet With his knights of high degree. ’Tis truly wonderful! What can within it be? Perhaps ’twas brought by some one as a pawn. He saw it plunging and filling. who may all this splendor own? (She adorns herself with the jewelry.

sadly: It much becomes thee to be raving madly.Goethe IX PROMENADE PROMENADE (FA UST walking thoughtfully up and down. That not much blessing came with them. If I were not a Devil myself! . instanter. A secret dread began to haunt her. elf? A face like thine beheld I never. “My child. “A gift-horse is not out of place. And. by the mother bidden: 105 FAUST What ails thee? What is’t gripes thee. truly! godless cannot be The one who brought such things to me. To him F UST. that I might use it for swearing! FAUST Thy head is out of order.” she said. from every gem. With heavenly manna she’ll repay it!” But Margaret thought. “ill-gotten good Ensnares the soul. and. consumes the blood. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I would myself unto the Devil deliver. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Just think. to see If sacred or profane it be. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. Before the Mother of God we’ll lay it. She snuffs within her book of prayer.” A parson came. with sour grimace. And smells each article.) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES By all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and unsparing! I wish I knew something worse. Keen scent has she for tainted air. So here she guessed. the pocket of a priest should get The trinkets left for Margaret! The mother saw them.

And deeply edified were they. Thinks on the jewels. the gentleman finds it all child’s-play! 106 . As if but toadstools were the things. where the game was hidden.Faust He saw. But more on him who gave her such delight. beyond all question. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES O yes. and rings.” FAUST And Margaret? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Sits unrestful still. The Holy Church has a stomach healthy: Hath eaten many a land as forfeit. at once. and thanked no more Than if a sack of nuts he bore. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Then bagged the spangles.— Promised them fullest heavenly pay. And knows not what she should. day and night.— Who overcometh. And thanked no less. FAUST The darling’s sorrow gives me pain. And never yet complained of surfeit: The Church alone. Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion. Get thou a set for her again! The first was not a great display. winneth too. chains. or will. Which Jew and King may also claim. And viewed it with a favor stealthy. FAUST A general practice is the same. He spake: “That is the proper view.

yet he Hasn’t done his duty by me! Off in the world he went straightway.] Such an enamored fool in air would blow Sun. moon. and all the starry legions. [Exit.— Left me lie in the straw where I lay.Goethe FAUST Fix and arrange it to my will. truly. But get fresh jewels to her taste! X THE NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE MARTHA MARTHA (solus) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes. I did naught to fret him: God knows I loved. in all obedience! [Exit FAUST UST. and can’t forget him! (She weeps.) Perhaps he’s even dead! Ah. To give his sweetheart a diverting show.] God forgive my husband. gracious Sir. And. woe!— Had I a certificate to show! MARGARET MARGARET (comes) Dame Martha! 107 . And on her neighbor try thy skill! Don’t be a Devil stiff as paste.

all splendid to behold. ah! in the streets I dare not bear them.Faust MARTHA MARTHA Margaret! what’s happened thee? MARTHA MARTHA (adorning her) O. 108 . MARGARET MARGARET Ah. can one the things abroad display. A chain at first. piece by piece.— We’ll have our private joy thereon.— And things. a holiday. Nor in the church be seen to wear them. And then a chance will come. MARTHA MARTHA You mustn’t tell it to your mother! ’Twould go to the priest. look and see—just look and see! MARGARET MARGARET Whoever could have brought me things so precious? That something’s wrong. MARTHA MARTHA Yet thou canst often this way wander. MARGARET MARGARET But. Within my press! Of ebony. before the mirror yonder. Walk up and down an hour. what a blessed luck for thee! MARGARET MARGARET I scarce can stand. the first resembling. And richer far than were the old. then other ornament: Thy mother will not see. I feel suspicious. And secretly the jewels don. When. my knees are trembling! I find a box. as did the other. and stories we’ll invent.

The jewels don’t belong to me. to excuse me. not alone the jewelry! The look.—Come in! MARTHA MARTHA (aloud) MEPHISTOP (MEPHISTOPHELES enters. dear! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That I so boldly introduce me. MARTHA MARTHA (peeping through the blind) ’Tis some strange gentleman. I beg you. on seeing MARGARET MARGARET GARET.) For Martha Schwerdtlein I’d inquire! HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA I’m she: what does the gentleman desire? Ah. the manner. (Steps back reverently.Goethe (A knock) Good Heaven! My mother can that have been? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (aside to her) It is enough that you are she: You’ve a visitor of high degree. I’m sure. ladies. Pardon the freedom I have ta’en.) MEPHISTOPHELES Of all things in the world! Just hear— He takes thee for a lady. both betray— Rejoiced am I that I may stay! 109 MARGARET MARGARET I am a creature young and poor: The gentleman’s too kind. .— Will after noon return again.

and sends a greeting. believe me! A loss like this to death would grieve me. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I would I had a more cheerful strain! Take not unkindly its repeating: Your husband’s dead. Joy follows woe. MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA Relate his life’s sad close to me! Is dead? Alas. that heart so true! My husband dead! Let me die. further. Within a grave well consecrated. let not your courage fail! In Padua buried. For cool.Faust MARTHA MARTHA What is your business? I would fain— MARGARET MARGARET Therefore I’d never love. he is lying Beside the good Saint Antony. eternal rest created. no commission? 110 . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA Hear me relate the mournful tale! He gave you. dearest dame. woe after joy comes flying. too! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARGARET MARGARET Ah.

Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes, one of weight, with many sighs: Three hundred masses buy, to save him from perdition! My hands are empty, otherwise. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES You well deserve a speedy marriage-offer: You are so kind, compassionate.

MARGARET MARGARET MARTHA MARTHA O, no! As yet, it would not do. What! Not a pocket-piece? no jewelry? What every journeyman within his wallet spares, And as a token with him bears, And rather starves or begs, than loses?

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES If not a husband, then a beau for you! It is the greatest heavenly blessing, To have a dear thing for one’s caressing.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Madam, it is a grief to me; Yet, on my word, his cash was put to proper uses. Besides, his penitence was very sore, And he lamented his ill fortune all the more.

MARGARET MARGARET The country’s custom is not so.

MARGARET MARGARET Alack, that men are so unfortunate! Surely for his soul’s sake full many a prayer I’ll proffer.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Custom, or not! It happens, though. 111

Faust MARTHA MARTHA Continue, pray! MARTHA MARTHA He lied! What! On the brink of death he slandered?

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I stood beside his bed of dying. ’Twas something better than manure,— Half-rotten straw: and yet, he died a Christian, sure, And found that heavier scores to his account were lying. He cried: “I find my conduct wholly hateful! To leave my wife, my trade, in manner so ungrateful! Ah, the remembrance makes me die! Would of my wrong to her I might be shriven!”

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES In the last throes his senses wandered, If I such things but half can judge. He said: “I had no time for play, for gaping freedom: First children, and then work for bread to feed ‘em,— For bread, in the widest sense, to drudge, And could not even eat my share in peace and quiet!”

MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA (weeping) The dear, good man! Long since was he forgiven. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES “Yet she, God knows! was more to blame than I.” Not so: the memory of it touched him quite. Said he: “When I from Malta went away My prayers for wife and little ones were zealous, And such a luck from Heaven befell us, 112 Had he all love, all faith forgotten in his riot? My work and worry, day and night?

Goethe We made a Turkish merchantman our prey, That to the Soldan bore a mighty treasure. Then I received, as was most fit, Since bravery was paid in fullest measure, My well-apportioned share of it.” MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But see! He’s dead therefrom, at last. Were I in your place, do not doubt me, I’d mourn him decently a year, And for another keep, meanwhile, my eyes about me.

MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA MARTHA Say, how? Say, where? If buried, did he own it? Ah, God! another one so dear As was my first, this world will hardly give me. There never was a sweeter fool than mine, Only he loved to roam and leave me, And foreign wenches and foreign wine, And the damned throw of dice, indeed.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Who knows, now, whither the four winds have blown it? A fair young damsel took him in her care, As he in Naples wandered round, unfriended; And she much love, much faith to him did bear, So that he felt it till his days were ended.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well, well! That might have done, however, If he had only been as clever, And treated your slips with as little heed. I swear, with this condition, too, I would, myself, change rings with you.

MARTHA MARTHA The villain! From his children thieving! Even all the misery on him cast Could not prevent his shameful way of living!


Irregular ways I’ve always hated. I have a friend of high condition.) Good Sir. Where. to certify his fitness. I want his death in the weekly paper stated. Who’ll also add his deposition.Faust MARTHA MARTHA The gentleman is pleased to jest. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (aside) Sweet innocent. ere we part! I’d like to have a legal witness. I’ll bring him here. thou art! MARTHA MARTHA (Aloud. farewell! 114 . from here: She’d take the Devil at his word. a pair of witnesses Always the truth establishes. betimes. and when he died. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MARGARET MARGARET What means the gentleman? Yes. pray do! Ladies. MARGARET MARGARET Farewell! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ll cut away. I fear. my good dame. (To MARGARET MARGARET GARET) How fares the heart within your breast? MARTHA MARTHA A moment. how.

This eve we’ll expect the gentlemen. XI A STREET MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST How is it? under way? and soon complete? MARGARET MARGARET Before him I should blush.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And this young lady will be present. then. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Before no king that could be named! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Ah. bravo! Do I find you burning? Well. in my garden. A fitter woman ne’er was made To ply the pimp and gypsy trade! MARTHA MARTHA Behind the house. too? A gallant youth! has travelled far: Ladies with him delighted are. Margaret soon will still your yearning: At Neighbor Martha’s you’ll this evening meet. 115 . ashamed. FAUST Tis well.

the world and all that in it has a place. if you’ll probe the thing profoundly. in consecrated soil. and all that moves the being of his race. Depose. daring breast? And. FAUST If you’ve naught better. liar. we’ll make the journey thither? FAUST Thou art. Have you not terms and definitions given With brazen forehead. 116 .Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yet something is required from us. and thou remain’st. a sophist. Of Man. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Sancta simplicitas! no need of such a toil. of course. I’ll tear your pretty plan! FAUST One service pays the other thus. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now. At Padua rest. there you are! O holy man! Is it the first time in your life you’re driven To bear false witness in a case? Of God. then. Knew you so much—and you’ll confess it roundly!— As here of Schwerdtlein’s death and place of rest? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES We’ve but to make a deposition valid That now her husband’s limbs. outstretched and pallid. knew I not more deeply thy desire. with knowledge or without it. either! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Yes. FAUST Most wise! And first.

Goethe For wilt thou not, no lover fairer, Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her, And all thy soul’s devotion swear her? Is that a devilish lying game?

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST And from my heart. FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis very fine! Thine endless love, thy faith assuring, The one almighty force enduring,— Will that, too, prompt this heart of thine? Mark this, I beg of thee! And spare my lungs henceforth: whoever Intends to have the right, if but his tongue be clever, Will have it, certainly. But come: the further talking brings disgust, For thou art right, especially since I must. And yet I’m right!

FAUST Hold! hold! It will!—If such my flame, And for the sense and power intense I seek, and cannot find, a name; Then range with all my senses through creation, Craving the speech of inspiration, And call this ardor, so supernal, Endless, eternal and eternal,— 117


(MARGARET on FAUST ’S arm. MARTHA and MARGARET UST’S MARTHA MAR MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES walking up and down.) MARGARET MARGARET I feel, the gentleman allows for me, Demeans himself, and shames me by it; A traveller is so used to be Kindly content with any diet. I know too well that my poor gossip can Ne’er entertain such an experienced man.

MARGARET MARGARET Don’t incommode yourself! How could you ever kiss it! It is so ugly, rough to see! What work I do,—how hard and steady is it! Mother is much too close with me. [They pass.]

MARTHA MARTHA And you, Sir, travel always, do you not?

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Alas, that trade and duty us so harry! With what a pang one leaves so many a spot, And dares not even now and then to tarry!

FAUST A look from thee, a word, more entertains Than all the lore of wisest brains. (He kisses her hand.)

MARTHA MARTHA In young, wild years it suits your ways, This round and round the world in freedom sweeping; But then come on the evil days, 118

Goethe And so, as bachelor, into his grave a-creeping, None ever found a thing to praise. Is oft mere vanity and narrowness.

MARGARET MARGARET MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP How so? I dread to see how such a fate advances. FAUST MARTHA MARTHA Then, worthy Sir, improve betimes your chances! [They pass.] Ah, that simplicity and innocence ne’er know Themselves, their holy value, and their spell! That meekness, lowliness, the highest graces Which Nature portions out so lovingly—

MARGARET MARGARET Yes, out of sight is out of mind! Your courtesy an easy grace is; But you have friends in other places, And sensibler than I, you’ll find.

MARGARET MARGARET So you but think a moment’s space on me, All times I’ll have to think on you, all places!

FAUST FAUST Trust me, dear heart! what men call sensible 119 No doubt you’re much alone?

And so I nursed it all alone With milk and water: ’twas my own. I kept the baby’s cradle near My bed at night: if ‘t even stirred. I’d guess it. hear. My little sister’s dead. MARGARET MARGARET I brought it up. sewing. and it was fond of me. and tumbled. and willing. And she recovered. And mother. We have no maid: I do the knitting. But now my days have less of noise and hurry. The cooking. Father had died before it saw the light. warm beside me press it.Faust MARGARET MARGARET Yes. you will own. so slowly. if like thee! MARGARET MARGARET But surely. And I must nurse it. Is so exact! Not that she needs so much to keep expenses down: We. So very dear was she. Yet I would take again. in her notions of housekeeping. FAUST The purest bliss was surely then thy dower. It smiled. many a weary hour. FAUST An angel. for our household small has grown. A house. rather: A nice estate was left us by my father. early work and late. a little garden near the town. also. 120 . more than others. Yet must be cared for. So weak and miserable she lay. of giving The poor wee thing its natural living. with the child a troubled life I led. in fact. And mother’s case seemed hopeless quite. And waking. and grew strong. My brother is a soldier. Lulled in my lap with many a song. might take comfort. sweeping. True. then. She could not think. day by day. herself. all the worry.

have you no one detected? Has not your heart been anywhere subjected? 121 One should allow one’s self to jest with ladies never. are thus not always good. And then the marketing and kitchen-tending. the poor women are bad off. But then one learns to relish rest and food. And dandling back and forth the restless creature take. MARTHA MARTHA MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I meant to say. though ne’er so slightly? MARTHA MARTHA Yes. Day after day. have you not felt desire. are gold and jewels worth. One’s spirits. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ve everywhere.Goethe And oft. at morning’s break. Sir. been entertained politely. [They pass.] MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The proverb says: One’s own warm hearth And a good wife. Then at the wash-tub stand. to quiet it. were you not touched in earnest. in fact. the same thing. Sir. MARTHA MARTHA I mean. my bed forsake. ever? It but depends upon the like of you. And I should turn to better ways than flirting. . never-ending. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MARTHA MARTHA Speak plainly. ’tis true: A stubborn bachelor there’s no converting.

But I was angry with myself. thou angel! didst thou recognize.Faust MARTHA MARTHA Ah. here. the like ne’er happened me. and the blame 122 . [They pass. in my bosom grew. in my conduct has he read it— Something immodest or unseemly free? He seemed to have the sudden feeling That with this wench ‘twere very easy dealing. to feel That I could not be angrier with you. As through the garden-gate I came? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Sweet darling! Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes. you don’t understand! MARGARET MARGARET MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m sorry I’m so blind: But I am sure—that you are very kind.] I was confused. No one could ever speak to my discredit. To my impertinence befitting. I knew not what appeal On your behalf. I will confess. thought I. Ah. MARGARET MARGARET FAUST Wait a while! And thou forgiv’st my freedom. As the Cathedral thou wert quitting? FAUST And me.

and pulls off the leaves.) FAUST Yes. (She pulls off the leaves and murmurs.) FAUST What murmurest thou? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET (half aloud) Shall that a nosegay be? He loves me—loves me not. Thou sweet. one after the other. angelic soul! FAUST MARGARET MARGARET (continues) How? Loves me—not—loves me—not— (plucking the last leaf. it is just in play. she cries with frank delight:) MARGARET MARGARET He loves me! Go! you’ll laugh at me. child! and let this blossom-word For thee be speech divine! He loves thee! 123 . MARGARET MARGARET FAUST No.Goethe (She plucks a star-flower.

The wilful summer-birds! MARTHA MARTHA (coming forward) MARTHA MARTHA The night is falling. Nor other labor.—no ending! no ending! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Flown up the alley yonder. that must be eternal! Eternal!—for the end would be despair. But evil tongues in this town have full play. know’st thou what it means? He loves thee! (He grasps both her hands. MARGARET MARGARET I’m all a-tremble! MARTHA MARTHA I’d ask you. But spying all the doings of one’s neighbor: And one becomes the talk.Faust Ah. Where is our couple now? FAUST O tremble not! but let this look. 124 . It’s as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry. do whatsoe’er one may. no. longer here to tarry.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Ay! we must away. and to feel a rapture In yielding. Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee What is unspeakable! To yield one wholly. He seems of her still fonder. No.

rogue! a tease thou art: I have thee! (He kisses her. (MEPHISTOPHELES knocks) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP 125 .) MARGARET MARGARET (clasping him.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And she of him. and returning the kiss) Dearest man! I love thee from my heart.) MARGARET MARGARET He comes! FAUST (entering) Ah. MARGARET MAR puts her finger to her lips. conceals herself behind the door. and peeps through the crack. So runs the world away! XIII A GARDEN-ARBOR (MARGARET comes in.

Sir. can I not remain? Farewell! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Tis time to separate. ’tis late. upon you wait? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES A friend! MARGARET MARGARET My mother would—farewell! FAUST FAUST A beast! Ah.] 126 . MARTHA MARTHA Adieu! MARTHA MARTHA (coming) Yes. then.Faust FAUST (stamping his foot) Who’s there? FAUST May I not. MARGARET MARGARET And soon to meet again! [Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES.

And when the storm in forests roars and grinds. Not unto me in vain Hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire. The giant firs. and in my breast The deep. But grantest.— Then to the cave secure thou leadest me. And falling. thou gav’st me. And answer “Yes” to all he says. And when the perfect moon before my gaze 127 . A poor. fill the hills with hollow thunders. neighbor boughs And neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down. as in the bosom of a friend. Thou gav’st me Nature as a kingdom grand. that in her profoundest breast I gaze. gav’st me all For which I prayed. teaching me to know my brothers In air and water and the silent wood. unknowing child! and he— I can’t think what he finds in me! [_Exit_. Thou Not only cold. in falling. With power to feel and to enjoy it. XIV CAVERN FOREST AND CAVERN FAUST (solus) Spirit sublime. The ranks of living creatures thou dost lead Before me. amazed acquaintance yield’st.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Dear God! However is it. such A man can think and know so much? I stand ashamed and in amaze. mysterious miracles unfold. Then show’st me mine own self.

Faust Comes up with soothing light, around me float From every precipice and thicket damp The silvery phantoms of the ages past, And temper the austere delight of thought. That nothing can be perfect unto Man I now am conscious. With this ecstasy, Which brings me near and nearer to the Gods, Thou gav’st the comrade, whom I now no more Can do without, though, cold and scornful, he Demeans me to myself, and with a breath, A word, transforms thy gifts to nothingness. Within my breast he fans a lawless fire, Unwearied, for that fair and lovely form: Thus in desire I hasten to enjoyment, And in enjoyment pine to feel desire. (MEPHISTOPHELES enters.) MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Have you not led this life quite long enough? How can a further test delight you? ’Tis very well, that once one tries the stuff, But something new must then requite you. There is, again, thy proper tone!— That thou hast bored me, I must thankful be! FAUST Would there were other work for thee! To plague my day auspicious thou returnest.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Well! I’ll engage to let thee be: Thou darest not tell me so in earnest. The loss of thee were truly very slight,— comrade crazy, rude, repelling: One has one’s hands full all the day and night; If what one does, or leaves undone, is right, From such a face as thine there is no telling.

MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Poor Son of Earth, how couldst thou thus alone 128

Goethe Have led thy life, bereft of me? I, for a time, at least, have worked thy cure; Thy fancy’s rickets plague thee not at all: Had I not been, so hadst thou, sure, Walked thyself off this earthly ball Why here to caverns, rocky hollows slinking, Sit’st thou, as ‘twere an owl a-blinking? Why suck’st, from sodden moss and dripping stone, Toad-like, thy nourishment alone? A fine way, this, thy time to fill! The Doctor’s in thy body still. To grub with yearning force through Earth’s dark marrow, Compress the six days’ work within thy bosom narrow,— To taste, I know not what, in haughty power, Thine own ecstatic life on all things shower, Thine earthly self behind thee cast, And then the lofty instinct, thus— (With a gesture:) at last,— daren’t say how—to pluck the final flower!

FAUST What fresh and vital forces, canst thou guess, Spring from my commerce with the wilderness? But, if thou hadst the power of guessing, Thou wouldst be devil enough to grudge my soul the blessing.

FAUST Shame on thee!

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yes, thou findest that unpleasant! Thou hast the moral right to cry me “shame!” at present. One dares not that before chaste ears declare, Which chaste hearts, notwithstanding, cannot spare; And, once for all, I grudge thee not the pleasure Of lying to thyself in moderate measure. But such a course thou wilt not long endure; 129

HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES A blessing drawn from supernatural fountains! In night and dew to lie upon the mountains; All Heaven and Earth in rapture penetrating; Thyself to Godhood haughtily inflating;

Faust Already art thou o’er-excited, And, if it last, wilt soon be plighted To madness and to horror, sure. Enough of that! Thy love sits lonely yonder, By all things saddened and oppressed; Her thoughts and yearnings seek thee, tenderer, fonder,— mighty love is in her breast. First came thy passion’s flood and poured around her As when from melted snow a streamlet overflows; Thou hast therewith so filled and drowned her, That now thy stream all shallow shows. Methinks, instead of in the forests lording, The noble Sir should find it good, The love of this young silly blood At once to set about rewarding. Her time is miserably long; She haunts her window, watching clouds that stray O’er the old city-wall, and far away. “Were I a little bird!” so runs her song, Day long, and half night long. Now she is lively, mostly sad, Now, wept beyond her tears; Then again quiet she appears,—Always love-mad. FAUST Serpent! Serpent!


FAUST Get thee away with thine offences, Reprobate! Name not that fairest thing, Nor the desire for her sweet body bring Again before my half-distracted senses!

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What wouldst thou, then? She thinks that thou art flown; And half and half thou art, I own.

FAUST Yet am I near, and love keeps watch and ward; 130

FAUST Away. Do I not always share her need? I am the fugitive. and it is fun to me. maddened. Hell. FAUST What are. Go on! It is a woe profound! ’Tis for your sweetheart’s room you’re bound. before the altar.Goethe Though I were ne’er so far. the heavenly blisses? Though I be glowing with her kisses. What must be. The monster without air or rest. And also made their opportunity. Within her cabin on the Alpine field Her simple. God’s hate flung o’er me. Devil! through the coming pangs to push me. and also crush me. And not for death. homely life commences. who fashioned youth and maid. That like a cataract. 131 . The God. indeed. that feed among the roses. with young unwakened senses. it cannot falter: I envy even the Body of the Lord The touching of her lips. within her arms. thou pimp! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES You rail. And I. Had not enough.— One ruin whelm both her and me! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES ’Tis very well! My envy oft reposes On your twin-pair. Perceived the noblest purpose of His trade. Leaps. Her little world therein concealed. all houseless roaming. hast claimed this sacrifice as thine! Help. into the abyss’s breast! And side-wards she. let it quickly be! Let fall on me her fate. to thrust The stubborn rocks before me And strike them into dust! She and her peace I yet must undermine: Thou. down rocks and gorges foaming.

My peace is gone. go in and comfort her! When such a head as thine no outlet knows. again it glows! Thou fool. The world is gall And bitterness all.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Again it seethes. who keeps a steadfast mind! Thou. else. It thinks the end must soon occur. XV MARGARET ROOM GARET’S MARGARET ’S ROOM MARGARET MARGARET (at the spinning-wheel. alone) My peace is gone. Ah. My heart is sore: 132 . My senses mazed. dost well the devil-nature wear: Naught so insipid in the world I find As is a devil in despair. My poor weak head Is racked and crazed. The grave is here. nevermore! Save I have him near. My heart is sore: I never shall find it. Hail him. My thought is lost.

nevermore! My bosom yearns For him alone. And. and own! 133 And kiss his mouth. And hold. His lofty gait. the bliss In the clasp of his hand. Ah. ah! his kiss! My peace is gone.Goethe I never shall find it. The house I quit. Ah. The smile of his mouth. His noble size. The power of his eyes. him only. dared I clasp him. At the pane I sit. nevermore! To see him. And on his kisses At last expire! . To heart’s desire. Ah. My heart is sore: I never shall find it. him only. And the magic flow Of his talk. To meet him.

FAUST FAUST What I can! MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET How is’t with thy religion. my blood and life would I surrender. Would that I had some influence! Then. Henry!— FAUST Leave that. Must we? FAUST I honor them. 134 . For love. good-hearted man. MARGARET MARGARET That’s not enough: we must believe thereon. dost not incline that way. thou honorest not the Holy Sacraments. my child! Thou know’st my love is tender. too. I think. And as for Faith and Church. pray? Thou art a dear.Faust XVI MARTHA THA’S MARTHA’S GARDEN MARGARET FA MARGARET FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Promise me. And yet. I grant to each his own.

round thy life? Vast as it is. on thee. Himself? Arches not there the sky above us? Lies not beneath us. visible. And when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art. feeling. Believest thou in God? Who. the everlasting stars? Look I not. seeing. And it will seem a mocking play. The All-upholding. Friendly. the force. Deny His being. Folds and upholds he not Thee.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Desiring no possession ’Tis long since thou hast been to mass or to confession. me. sweetest countenance! Who dare express Him? And who profess Him. who shall dare “I believe in God!” to say? Ask priest or sage the answer to declare. what thou wilt. fill with that force thy heart. MARGARET MARGARET Then thou believest not! FAUST Hear me not falsely. thronging To head and heart. Still weaving its eternal secret. firm. Call it. A sarcasm on the asker. Obscuring Heaven’s clear glow. then. And feel’st not. FAUST My darling. on us shining. the earth? And rise not. Invisible. Saying: I believe in Him! 135 .— Call it Bliss! Heart! Love! God! I have no name to give it! Feeling is all in all: The Name is sound and smoke. eye to eye. Saying: I believe Him not! The All-enfolding.

Only with slightly different phrases. to hear it so: Much the same way the preacher spoke. in mine. All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day— Each in its language—say. MARGARET MARGARET To hear it thus. FAUST FAUST How so? The same thing. my sweetest one! 136 . FAUST FAUST Dear love! Nay. inmost soul I hate. In all my life there’s nothing Has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing. Then why not I. it may seem passable. And yet. As his repulsive face has done. Within my deepest. thy mate. some hitch in’t there must be For thou hast no Christianity. as well? MARGARET MARGARET The man who with thee goes. MARGARET MARGARET I’ve long been grieved to see That thou art in such company. fear him not. in all places.Faust MARGARET MARGARET All that is fine and good.

He looks around so sneeringly. even. FAUST There must be such queer birds. for all. ’tis with thee the same. And I think the man a knave. as I live! If I do him wrong. When he is by. And in his presence stifled seems my heart. so yielding. MARGARET MARGARET Live with the like of him. 137 . That burns within me like a flame. FAUST There. much as my heart to see thee yearneth. may I never! When once inside the door comes he. is thine antipathy! MARGARET MARGARET But I must go. The secret horror of him returneth. I am so happy on thine arm. And half in wrath: One sees that in nothing no interest he hath: ’Tis written on his very forehead That love. however. I could not pray to Heaven. But. I’ve else. is a thing abhorréd. I feel as though I’d lost my love for thee. and so warm.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET I feel his presence like something ill. a kindly will. And surely. may God forgive! FAUST Foreboding angel that thou art! MARGARET MARGARET It overcomes me in such degree. Henry. So free. That wheresoe’er he meets us. to him. now.

MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The monkey! Is she gone? FAUST MARGARET MARGARET Hast played the spy again? What would I not. But mother’s sleep so light has grown. And if we were discovered by her.) FAUST Thou angel. when one tries it? FAUST If ’twould. ’Twould be my death upon the spot! Ah. would I advise it? MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET Ah. (Enter MEPHISTOPHELES [Exit.] MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOPHELES. dearest man. if I only slept alone! I’d draw the bolts to-night. That scarcely more is left me to fulfil. my love. I know not what compels me to thy will: So much have I already done for thee. With breast to breast.Faust FAUST Ah. fear it not! Here is a phial: in her drink But three drops of it measure. to give thee pleasure? 138 . shall there never be A quiet hour. if but thy face I see. And deepest sleep will on her senses sink. and soul to soul united? It will not harm her. for thy desire. to see us fondly plighted.

The girls have much desire to ascertain If one is prim and good. well. full of sensual. indeed! Well. lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well! FAUST What’s that to thee? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thou. A girl by the nose is leading thee. how masterly she reads physiognomy! When I am present she’s impressed. she knows not how. the thing will do thee. wilt nor see nor own How this pure soul.— Perhaps the very Devil. The Doctor has been catechised. FAUST Abortion. as ancient rules compel: If there he’s led.— The faith alone That her salvation is. She in my mask a hidden sense would read: She feels that surely I’m a genius now. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Yet my delight ‘twill also be! 139 . I hope. super-sensual desire. of filth and fire! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And then. of faith so lowly. they think.—with scruples holy Pines. how she drew thee. most fully. Great good. ’tis plain. thou. monster. So loving and ineffable. he’ll follow them as well.—to-night—? FAUST Thou.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’ve heard.

not a word. LISBETH Hast nothing heard of Barbara? It stinks! She’s feeding two.Faust XVII FOUNTAIN AT THE FOUNTAIN MARGARET MARGARET How so? LISBETH MARGARET MARGARET and LISBETH With pitchers. And she made a to-do with her face so fine. She took all the presents the fellow gave her. Such taking-on of airs! . whene’er she eats and drinks. MARGARET MARGARET Ah! MARGARET MARGARET No. to-day. at last. LISBETH And so. 140 LISBETH It’s true. So mean and shameless was her behavior. She clung to the fellow so long and tightly! That was a promenading! At village and dance parading! As the first they must everywhere shine. Sibylla said. She’s played the fool at last. I go so little out. it serves her rightly. there’s not a doubt. And he treated her always to pies and wine.

I blackened still. On the door-bench. at the end. ne’er let us out the door She sported with her paramour. And we’ll scatter chaff before her door! [Exit. he’s gone. to censure others’ vices. LISBETH He’d be a fool! A brisk young blade Has room. Black as it seemed. to ply his trade.Goethe ’Twas kissing and coddling. on and on! So now. The length of the time they’d never mark. But do church-penance in her sinner’s shift! That is not fair! LISBETH If him she gets. How scornfully I once reviled. at that? When one of us at spinning sat. MARGARET MARGARET The poor. poor thing! MARGARET MARGARET LISBETH Dost pity her. elsewhere. the flower is gone. why let her beware! The boys shall dash her wreath on the floor. nights. Besides. When some poor maiden was beguiled! More speech than any tongue suffices I craved.] MARGARET MARGARET (returning home) MARGARET MARGARET He’ll surely take her for his wife. 141 . And mother. So now her head no more she’ll lift. in the passage dark.

— And now—a living sin am I! Yet—all that drove my heart thereto. God! was so good. with an image of the Mater Dolorosa. and boasted high. Thy gracious countenance upon my pain! The sword Thy heart in. so true! XVIII DONJON (In a niche of the wall a shrine. Thou lookest up to where Thy Son is slain! Thou seest the Father. so dear.Faust And blacker yet was in my will. Thy sad sighs gather. With anguish smarting. Beyond expressing. Pots of flowers before it. And blessed myself. O Maiden.) MARGARET MARGARET (putting fresh flowers in the pots) Incline. 142 . Thou sorrow-laden. past guessing. And bear aloft Thy sorrow and His pain! Ah.

and ah! unsleeping. good as gold. in utter sorrow. And many a comrade praised to me His pink of girls right lustily. As in the early morning For thee these flowers I set. what woe and sorrow Within my bosom aches! Alone. and Thou alone! Where’er I go. Smiling. Where each to each his brag allows. what sorrow. the bumper in my hand: “Each well enough in her own way. I’m weeping.Goethe The pangs that wring my flesh and bone! Why this anxious heart so burneth. With brimming glass that spilled the toast. Within my lonely chamber The morning sun shone red: I sat. And elbows planted as in boast: I sat in unconcerned repose. “In her the flower o’ the sex is found!” 143 . The heart within me breaks. Help! rescue me from death and stain! O Maiden! Thou sorrow-laden. Knowest Thou. But is there one in all the land Like sister Margaret. Why it trembleth. Alas! my tears did wet. And stroking then my beard. Incline Thy countenance upon my pain! XIX NIGHT MARGARET GARET’S STREET BEFORE MARGARET ’S DOOR VALENTINE (a soldier. MARGARET ’S brother) MARGARET GARET’S When I have sat at some carouse. What woe. And heard the swagger as it rose. weeping. The pots before my window.— One that to her can a candle hold?” Cling! clang! “Here’s to her!” went around The board: “He speaks the truth!” cried some. weeping. I’d say. Already on my bed. why it yearneth.

And now!—I could tear my hair with vexation.Faust And all the swaggerers were dumb. If he’s one. And. And stealthy. withal. And one keeps watch then with delight. With sneers and stinging taunts disgrace me. To lift the kettle with its treasure. to view? If I mistake not. A chance-dropped word may set me sweating! Yet. behind. there. lessening side-wards. Which there. Shalt soon experience the pleasure. then. though I thresh them all together. I lately gave therein a squint— Saw splendid lion-dollars in ‘t. That. let me at him drive! He shall not leave the spot alive. 144 . like a bankrupt debtor sitting. And dash out my brains in desperation! With turned-up nose each scamp may face me. I cannot call them liars. fainter grows and dimmer. there are two. along the coping creeps: Quite virtuous. Till darkness closes from the sky! The shadows thus within my bosom gather. I glimmering see? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP How from the window of the sacristy Upward th’eternal lamp sends forth a glimmer. That round the tall fire-ladders sweeps. rather. may not the treasure risen be. FAUST Meanwhile. But what comes sneaking. I come. A little thievish and a little frolicsome. I feel in every limb the presage Forerunning the grand Walpurgis-Night: Day after to-morrow brings its message. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m like a sentimental tom-cat. either.

to cheat her. But with the wedding-ring! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I saw. Thou’lt hear a masterpiece. no work completer: I’ll sing her. thou!—perdition! To the Devil. poor thing! Love’s time is brief: Unto no thief Be warm and lief. afterwards. That out a maid Departeth nevermore! The coaxing shun Of such an one! When once ’tis done Good-night to thee.) What dost thou here In daybreak clear. Kathrina dear. Without return to be enjoying. Before thy lover’s door? Beware! the blade Lets in a maid. not a ring. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Thou shouldst not find it so annoying. then. first. first. indeed! For painful is it To bring no gift when her I visit. The surer. a thing That seemed to be a chain of pearl. among the rest. a moral song. VALENTINE (comes forward) Whom wilt thou lure? God’s-element! Rat-catching piper. Now. To deck therewith my darling girl? (Sings to the cither. FAUST That’s well. the instrument! To the Devil. while the sky leads forth its starry throng. the curst musician! 145 .Goethe FAUST Not even a jewel.

if you’ll but tarry: Out with your spit. 146 O God! Thrust home! . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Sir Doctor.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES The cither’s smashed! For nothing more ’tis fitting. and I will parry. too! VALENTINE There’s yet a skull I must be splitting! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Of course. VALENTINE That. I pray! Stand by: I’ll lead. then? my hand’s already lame: MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST VALENTINE Then parry that! VALENTINE (jails) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Why not? ’tis light. don’t retreat. VALENTINE I think the Devil must fight! How is it. without delay! You’ve but to lunge.

But here the penal court will sift and sound it. For there arises now a murderous cry. whither have they run? 147 . With the police ‘twere easy to compound it.] MARGARET MARGARET (coming out) MARTHA MARTHA (at the window) Who lies here? Come out! Come out! PEOPLE MARGARET MARGARET (at the window) ’Tis thy mother’s son! Quick. they yell and fight! PEOPLE Here lies one dead already—see! MARTHA MARTHA (coming from the house) The murderers. bring a light! MARGARET MARGARET MARTHA MARTHA (as above) Almighty God! what misery! They swear and storm. away! ’Tis time for us to fly. [Exit with FAUST UST.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now is the lubber tame! But come.

The more she seeks the day’s broad light. Thy guilty heart shall then dismay thee. alas! What follows it. in lace and ribbons flowing. The uglier she is to sight. And when a dozen thee have known. Thy business thus to slight: So this advice I bid thee heed— Now that thou art a whore indeed. outright! With one begin’st thou secretly. And so. they’re loath to spare her. Yet is not grown a whit the fairer. The time I verily can discern When all the honest folk will turn From thee. Why. Nor at the altar take thy place! Shalt not. thou jade! and seek protection As from a corpse that breeds infection. When Shame is born and first appears. be one then. Make merry when the dance is going! But in some corner. though even God forgive. Then soon will others come to thee.Faust VALENTINE I’m dying! That is quickly said. in fact. 148 MARGARET MARGARET My brother! God! such words to me? VALENTINE In this game let our Lord God be! What’s done’s already done. must come to pass. see! still young thou art. When they but look thee in the face:— Shalt not in a golden chain array thee. And quicker yet ’tis done. Why howl. every one! (All gather around him) My Margaret. woe betide thee! Among the beggars and cripples hide thee. But let her growth and strength display. And then they draw the veil of night Over her head and ears. But not the least bit shrewd or smart. Come here and listen. She walks abroad unveiled by day. Her life. Thou’rt also free to all the town. . you women there? Instead. She is in secret brought to light.

from thy tears refrain! When thou from honor didst depart It stabbed me to the very heart. ’Twould bring. 149 . MARGARET MARGARET My brother! This is Hell’s own pain! VALENTINE I tell thee.) MARTHA MARTHA Commend your soul to God for pardon. (Dies. for all my sinful pleasure. be still! Could I thy withered body kill. Forgiveness in the richest measure. That you your heart with slander harden! VALENTINE Thou pimp most infamous.Goethe On earth a damned existence live! Now through the slumber of the grave I go to God as a soldier brave.

) SPIRIT EVIL SPIRIT Wrath takes thee! The trumpet peals! The graves tremble! And thy heart 150 . Here to the altar cam’st. Thy life disquieting With most foreboding presence? MARGARET MARGARET Woe! woe! Would I were free from the thoughts That cross me. drawing hither and thither Despite me! CHORUS CHORUS Diesira. Margaret. ANTHEM. Half God within thee! Margaret! Where tends thy thought? Within thy bosom What hidden crime? Pray’st thou for mercy on thy mother’s soul. And from the worn and fingered book Thy prayers didst prattle. When thou. SERVICE ORGAN and ANTHEM MAR (MARGARET among much people: the EVIL SPIRIT beMARGARET SPIRIT hind MARGARET MARGARET GARET. dies illa. still innocent. Solvet soeclum in favilla! (Sound of the organ. That fell asleep to long. long torment.Faust XX CATHEDRAL CATHEDRAL SERVICE ORGAN VICE. Half sport of childhood. and through thee? Upon thy threshold whose the blood? And stirreth not and quickens Something beneath thy heart.) SPIRIT EVIL SPIRIT HOW otherwise was it.

Air? Light? Woe to thee! CHORUS CHORUS Quid sum miser tunc dicturus. Throbs to life! The vaulted arches Crush me!—Air! EVIL SPIRIT SPIRIT MARGARET MARGARET Would I were forth! I feel as if the organ here My breath takes from me. Quidquid latet. EVIL SPIRIT SPIRIT They turn their faces.Goethe From ashy rest To fiery torments Now again requickened. The glorified. their hands to offer. refuse thee! Woe! 151 MARGARET MARGARET I cannot breathe! The massy pillars Imprison me! . ad parebit. Cum vix Justus sit securus? CHORUS CHORUS Judex ergo cum sedebit. Nil inultum remanebit. Quem patronem rogaturus. My very heart Dissolved by the anthem! Hide thyself! Sin and shame Stay never hidden. Shuddering. from thee: The pure.

FAUST So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence.Faust CHORUS CHORUS Quid sum miser tune dicturus? XXI ALPURGIS-NIGHT WALPURGIS-NIGHT MARGARET MARGARET Neighbor! your cordial! (She falls in a swoon. Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray. 152 . THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS District of Schierke and Elend. What need to shorten so the way? Along this labyrinth of vales to wander. our goal is yet some distance.) HARTZ MOUNTAINS AINS. This knotted staff suffices me. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES DOST thou not wish a broomstick-steed’s assistance? The sturdiest he-goat I would gladly see: The way we take. Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder.

How sadly rises. as one advances. You mustn’t take things too precisely. That our feet be forwards planted In the vast. I hope. . then. At every step one strikes a rock or tree! Let us. Do thy bidding. incomplete and ruddy. burning merrily. 153 WILL-O’-THE-WISP My reverence. I vow! ’Tis winter still within my body: Upon my path I wish for frost and snow. there! my friend! I’ll levy thine attendance: Why waste so vainly thy resplendence? Be kind enough to light us up the steep! You are the master of the house. that. the desert spaces! See them swiftly changing places. in the Devil’s name. Trees on trees beside us trooping. Ho. But then. have entered newly In the sphere of dreams enchanted. use a Jack-o’-lantern’s glances: I see one yonder. And I shall try to serve you nicely. And even the fir-tree feels it now: Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Indeed? he’d like mankind to imitate! Now. will me enable To curb my temperament unstable. And if a will-o’-the-wisp must guide you on the way. MEPHISTOPHELES. I mark. MEPHISTOPHELES. guide us truly. go straight.Goethe Is such delight. reflect: the mountain’s magic-mad to-day. with its belated glow. The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches. The moon’s lone disk. And lights so dimly. my steps would fain delay. Or I’ll blow out his being’s flickering spark! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES WILL-O’-THE-WISP I notice no such thing. For zigzag courses we are wont to keep. HISTOP FAUST. it seems. WILL-O’-THE-WISP (in alternating song) We. UST.

154 . And in wildering escort gather! Tell me. outgrowing. with amaze.— Are they all awake and crying? Is’t the salamander pushes. Mice are flying. Fright us. there rolling vapor sweepeth. Hear I noises? songs that follow? Hear I tender love-petitions? Voices of those heavenly visions? Sounds of hope. Through the sand and boulders toiling. blending. come faint and hollow.— Hear them snoring. Trees and rocks with grinning faces. Here steam. faint and wan. Still increasing and expanding! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Grasp my skirt with heart undaunted! Here a middle-peak is planted. of love undying! And the echoes. Wandering lights that spin in mazes. Whence one seeth. And the rocky snouts. FAUST How strangely glimmers through the hollows A dreary light. Bloated-bellied. hear them blowing! O’er the stones. weirdest links uncoiling To entrap us. whirling. like serpents twisted. unresisted: Living knots and gnarls uncanny Feel with polypus-antennae For the wanderer. Hoo-hoo! Shoo-hoo! Nearer hover Jay and screech-owl. flowing Stream and streamlet seek the hollow. the grasses.Faust And the crags above us stooping. and the plover. Crowded swarms that soar and sparkle. through the bushes? And the roots. Mammon in the mountain blaze. Or if further we’re ascending? All is turning. Thousand-colored. herd-wise hieing Through the moss and through the heather! And the fire-flies wink and darkle. like that of dawn! Its exhalation tracks and follows The deepest gorges. like traditions Of old days. if we still are standing.

FAUST WITCHES WITCHES (in chorus) How raves the tempest through the air! With what fierce blows upon my neck ’tis beating! The witches ride to the Brocken’s top. and in a hundred Divided veins the valley braids: There. lest thou be hurled down the abysses there! The night with the mist is black. The tree-trunks terribly thunder. There gathers the crowd for carnival: 155 . Here gush the sparkles incandescent Like scattered showers of golden sand. Hold fast.Goethe Here burns the glow through film and haze: Now like a tender thread it creepeth. Here winds away. Now like a fountain leaps and plays. in a corner pressed and sundered. spreads and fades. the owlets are scattered: Hearken! the pillars are shattered. at present. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Under the old ribs of the rock retreating. and green the crop. And over the wreck-strewn gorges The tempest whistles and surges! Hear’st thou voices higher ringing? Far away. The boisterous guests approach that were invited. see! in all their height. Itself detaches. The stubble is yellow. the mountain’s side along. Sweeps an infuriate glamouring song! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Has not Sir Mammon grandly lighted His palace for this festal night? ’Tis lucky thou hast seen the sight. The evergreen palaces shaking! Boughs are groaning and breaking.— But. Hark! how the forests grind and crack! Frightened. The rocky ramparts blazing stand. The roots are twisting asunder! In frightfully intricate crashing Each on the other is dashing. or nearer singing? Yes.

Betake thee to Hell! Why so fast and so fell? CHORUS CHORUS VOICE Then honor to whom the honor is due! Dame Baubo first. I peeped at the owl in her nest alone: How she stared and glared! A VOICE VOICE Alone. She rides upon a farrow-sow. to lead the crew! A tough old sow and the mother thereon. 156 . what a wild and crazy throng! The broom it scratches. and——s the buck. VOICE O’er the Ilsen-stone. every one. She has scored and has flayed me: See the wounds she has made me! WITCHES (chorus) WITCHES A VOICE Which way com’st thou hither? The way is wide. The child is stifled. the fork it thrusts. the mother bursts. The witch she——s. old Baubo’s coming now. Then follow the witches. And so they go over stone and stock. the way is long: See.Faust Sir Urian sits over all.

When towards the Devil’s House we tread. come on. 157 . from Rocky Lake! VOICE (below) Take me. and are bright as ever you will. we crawl: Before us go the women all. there! VOICE (from above) Who calls from the rocky cleft below there? VOICE (from above) Come on. SEMICHORUS OTHER SEMICHORUS We do not measure with such care: Woman in thousand steps is theft. The dreary moon forsakes the sky. too! I’m climbing now three hundred years. whistling through the dark. Drizzle. too! take me. VOICE (from below) Halt. Yet we’re eternally sterile still. the star shoots by. there! Ho. BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES The wind is hushed. like spark on spark. Man in one leap has cleared the way.Goethe WIZARDS WIZARDS (semichorus) As doth the snail in shell. Woman’s a thousand steps ahead. And yet the summit cannot see: Among my equals I would be. But howsoe’er she hasten may. VOICE (from below) Aloft we’d fain ourselves betake. The magic notes. We’ve washed.

and clear the way. Each trough a goodly ship supplies. and stink. room! 158 . Here! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES When round the summit whirls our flight. gentle rabble. A rag will answer for a sail. And yet I cannot gain them here. He ne’er will fly. and burn! The true witch-element we learn. And the others are now so far ahead! At home I’ve neither rest nor cheer.Faust BOTH CHORUSES BOTH CHORUSES Bears the broom and bears the stock. who now not flies. What! whirled so far astray? Then house-right I must use. pull and chatter! They shine. Keep close! or we are parted. Where art thou? CHORUS WITCHES CHORUS OF WITCHES FAUST (in the distance) To cheer the witch will salve avail. they roar and clatter! They whirl and whistle. And far and wide the heather press With witchhood’s swarms of wantonness! (They settle down.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HALF-WITCH HALF-WITCH (below) So long I stumble. and spirt. Then lower. They crowd and push. ill bestead. and on the ground alight. Make room! Squire Voland comes! Room. in our turn. Bears the fork and bears the buck: Who cannot raise himself to-night Is evermore a ruined wight.

There fire and whirling smoke I see. they chat. and from the crowd be free: It’s too much. the fun is great. transmitted trade. I must own: . they cook. ’Tis planned most wisely. nor treat them rudely! The trouble’s small. Yonder. Thine obligation newly earning. there’s something shining clearer Within those bushes. veiled and hidden shrewdly: On my account be kind. That in the greater world the little worlds are made. I see stark-nude young witches congregate. Doctor. just tell me. with special light. They seek the Evil One in wild confusion: Many enigmas there might find solution. they court: Now where. friend? Look yonder! thou canst scarcely see the end: A hundred fires along the ranks are burning. And old ones. Leave to the multitude their riot! Here will we house ourselves in quiet. Come on! well slip a little nearer. I’ve a mind to see. FAUST Better the summit. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But see. if I judge aright: We climb the Brocken’s top in the Walpurgis-Night. That is no little space: what say’st thou. Come. they drink.— Vile din! yet one must learn to bear the crooning. here. come along! It _must_ be. ourselves we isolate. That arbitrarily. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES But there enigmas also knotted be. I declare! I’ll go ahead and introduce thee there. what motley flames among the heather! There is a lively club together: In smaller circles one is not alone. even for the like of me. is there better sport? 159 FAUST Spirit of Contradiction! On! I’ll follow straight.Goethe Here. hold to me: in one jump we’ll resume An easier space. It is an old. I hear the noise of instruments attuning. They dance.

So delicately its feelers pry. at home. often did. slow and steady. if I try. MINISTER They’re now too far from what is just and sage. as with women. ’tis true. a work of moderate sense will read? 160 . Perceiv’st thou yonder snail? It cometh. truly. But now all things have from their bases slid. not unduly: When we were all-in-all. But honored and at home is here the cloven foot. (To some. and thou the wooer. Youth always has the upper hand. But on a gala-day one may his orders show. who are sitting around dying embers:) Old gentlemen. ARVENU PARVENU We also were not stupid. who would put his trust in nations. now. Howe’er for them one may have worked and planned? For with the people. But come! we’ll go from this fire to a newer: I am the go-between. Then was the real golden age. AUTHOR Who. With youth and revel round you like a zone: You each. Just as we meant to hold them fast together. to go incognito. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I’m mostly used. either. to introduce us to the revel. are quite enough alone. The Garter does not deck my suit. why at the outskirts? Enter! I’d praise you if I found you snugly in the centre. And what we should not. Assume the part of wizard or of devil? GENERAL Say. I praise the old ones.Faust FAUST Wilt thou. then. That it hath scented me already: I cannot here disguise me.

there’s nothing I’ve collected— No shop. once. imagining to shove. that set not blood to flowing. Or from behind struck down the adversary. And yet. that have not brought a maid to shame.Goethe Such works are held as antiquate and mossy. indeed. and on mankind. 161 . within a healthy frame Poured speedy death. No dagger’s here. must soon be ended. No cup. that hath not once. is done! ‘Twere better if for novelties thou sendest: By such alone can we be won. No sword. like this you’ll find!— Which has not. The world’s. don’t pass me thus! Let not the chance neglected be! Behold my wares attentively: The stock is rare and various. Gossip! the times thou badly comprehendest: What’s done has happed—what haps. but severed ties for the unwary. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (who all at once appears very old) I feel that men are ripe for Judgment-Day. as well. Now for the last time I’ve the witches’-hill ascended: Since to the lees my cask is drained away. as never was another! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP The whirlpool swirls to get above: Thou’rt shoved thyself. No gems. sore hurt inflicted Upon the world. They never yet have been so pert and saucy. FAUST HUCKSTER-WITCH HUCKSTER-WITCH Ye gentlemen. on earth. in poison glowing: Let me not lose myself in all this pother! This is a fair. And as regards the younger folk.

the old one with the young one sitting. I climbed thereon. I then beheld an apple-tree. They’ve danced already more than fitting. Since first in Paradise they grew. 162 . No rest to-night for young or old! They start another dance: come now. The splendid sole adornment of her hair! When she succeeds therewith a youth to snare. to know That such within my garden grow. Beware the lure within her lovely tresses. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Adam’s first wife is she. Not soon again she frees him from her jesses. And I am moved with joy. let us take hold! FAUST FAUST (dancing with the young witch) Who? A lovely dream once came to me. And there two fairest apples shone: They lured me so. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Note her especially.Faust FAUST But who is that? FAUST Those two. Tis Lilith. FAIR THE FAIR ONE Apples have been desired by you.

FAUST (dancing) O. Which had a————————. He’d show. But if you forwards go. his ire is most displayed. he weighs the matter: If he can’t every step bechatter.— Especially if you heard and heeded his hortation. long since. then. to our ball? 163 . and yet is Tegel haunted. ’tis a thing unheard! Vanish. how have I swept and stirred! Twill ne’er be clean: why. The pack of devils by no rules is daunted: We are so wise.Goethe MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (dancing with the old one) A dissolute dream once came to me: Therein I saw a cloven tree.——as ’twas. at once! We’ve said the enlightening word. Then ’tis the same as were the step not made. I fancied it. If you would whirl in regular gyration As he does in his dull old mill. PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST You still are here? Nay. demonstration That ghosts can’t stand on ordinary foundation? And now you even dance. good-will. like one of us! FAIR THE FAIR ONE THE FAIR ONE (dancing) FAIR Then cease to bore us at our ball! Why does he come. To clear the folly out. everywhere on him you fall! When others dance. Yet. ’tis a thing unheard! PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST Accurséd folk! How dare you venture thus? Had you not. at any rate. If him—————————does not scare. THE OLD ONE I offer here my best salute Unto the knight with cloven foot! Let him a—————prepare.

whereof he’s most assured: And when upon his rump the leeches hang and fuddle. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES That’s nothing! One must not so squeamish be. Alone and far. before my last step to the grave. I see. That in the dance so sweetly sang? FAUST Mephisto. The solace this. spirits. a girl most pale and fair? 164 MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES What? . So the mouse was not gray. He’ll be of spirits and of Spirit cured. To overcome the poets and the devils. (To FAUST who has left the dance:) Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden. seest thou there. Who’d think of that in love’s selected season? FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Then saw I—. Yet something from a tour I always save. enough for thee. I give to spirit-despotism no place. He now will seat him in the nearest puddle. amid such revels. And hope. My spirit cannot practise it at all. UST. (The dance continues) Naught will succeed. FAUST Ah! in the midst of it there sprang A red mouse from her mouth—sufficient reason.Faust PROKTOPHANT OKTOPHANTASMIST PROKTOPHANTASMIST I tell you. to your face.

thou fool. her old adversary. set stare benumbs the human blood. the eyes they are of one whom. Thou crav’st the same illusion still! Come. That from her gaze I cannot tear me! And. No broader than a knife-blade seeming! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Let the thing be! All thence have evil drawn: It is a magic shape. a lifeless eidolon. beside which I reposed! MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP Tis magic all. Medusa’s tale to thee is known. As if with fettered feet that stay her going. the rapture. I must confess. And one is almost turned to stone. I verily see a theatre. seduced so easily! SERVIBILIS SERVIBILIS ‘Twill shortly recommence: 165 . so ensnare me. That is the breast whereon I once was lying. if they’ve not bewitched my sense. No hand with loving pressure closed. Her head beneath her arm she’ll sometimes carry. And. The Prater shows no livelier stir. strange! around her fairest throat A single scarlet band is gleaming. it seems to me As if my kindly Margaret were she. her way scarce knowing. Such to encounter is not good: Their blank.Goethe She falters on. FAUST The woe.— The body sweet. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Quite right! The mark I also note. Unto each man his love she seems to be. Twas Perseus lopped it. What’s going on? FAUST Forsooth. let us mount this little hill. dying.

That is all the scenery. To give that number is the custom here: ’Twas by a Dilettante written. pardon. Must fifty years be rounded: But the Golden give to me. XXII ALPURGIS-NIGHT GIS-NIGHT’S WALPURGIS-NIGHT ’S DREAM OBERON TITANIA ANIA’ OBERON AND TITANIA’s GOLDEN WEDDING MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES When I upon the Blocksberg meet you. MANAGER MANAGER INTERMEZZO INTERMEZZO Sons of Mieding. I entreat you! As Dilettante I the curtain raise. That now I vanish.Faust A new performance—’tis the last of seven. And Dilettanti in the parts appear. 166 . HERALD That the wedding golden be. When the strife’s compounded. rest to-day! Needless your machinery: Misty vale and mountain gray. I find it good: for that’s your proper place.

And the man berate her. and. and cricket-trill. light of limb. His tones are sweet and rare ones: Though ugly faces he allure. TUTTI TI. And kin of all conditions. delighted! Fairy king and fairy queen.— These are the musicians! SOLO SOLO OBERON OBERON Spouses. Whisks and whirls in measure: Come a hundred after him.Goethe OBERON OBERON Spirits. TUTTI Fortissimo. See the bagpipe on our track! ’Tis the soap-blown bubble: 167 . who would fain agree. be seen— Show yourselves. Take him to the Northern Pole. Yet he allures the fair ones. And her to the Equator! PUCK Cometh Puck. Frog in grass. Snout of fly. mosquito-bill. ORCHESTRA. ORCHESTRA. They are newly plighted. First be separated! TITANIA TITANIA If her whims the wife control. To share with him the pleasure. ARIEL Ariel’s song is heavenly-pure. if you’re here. Learn how we were mated! If your pairs would loving be.

Some outlines of the tourney. But only two wear powder. with sketchy air. GRO INTO Spider’s foot and paunch of toad.Faust Hear the schnecke-schnicke-schnack Through his nostrils double! ORTHODO THODOX ORTHODOX Not a claw. INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Is’t but masquerading play? See I with precision? Oberon. And little wings—we know ‘em! A little creature ‘twill not be. NORTHERN ARTIST NORTHERN ARTIST I only seize. LITTLE A LITTLE COUPLE Little step and lofty leap Through honey-dew and fragrance: You’ll never mount the airy steep With all your tripping vagrance.” must he Also be a devil. a little poem. the beauteous fay. Like “the Gods of Greece. Meets. PURIST My bad luck brings me here. my vision! YOUNG WITCH WITCH Powder becomes. to-night. Yet I betimes myself prepare For my Italian journey. JUST GROWING INTO FORM SPIRIT IRIT. alas! How roars the orgy louder! And of the witches in the mass. no tail I see! And yet. like petticoat. 168 . SPIRIT. But yet. beyond a cavil.

WEATHER THERCOCK WEATHERCOCK (towards the other side) And if the Earth don’t open now To swallow up each ranter. That our Papa Satan we May honor as is fitting. Yet. then will I myself. and the sweetest! And bachelors of youth and fire. I vow. young and tender though you be. THERCOCK WEATHER WEATHERCOCK (towards one side) Society to one’s desire! Brides only. And show a strapping body. So I sit naked on my goat. LEADER OF THE BAND Fly-snout and mosquito-bill. I hope to see you moulder. That their hearts are blameless. at last. Observe the time. in crowds together massed. Don’t swarm so round the Naked! Frog in grass and cricket-trill. shameless! They will even say. and make it! HENNINGS How. Why. Jump into hell instanter! MATR TRON MATRON We’ve too much tact and policy To rate with gibes a scolder.Goethe A gray and wrinkled noddy. And prospects the completest! MUSAGETES MUSAGETES Among this witches’ revelry 169 . They are jesting. XENIES Us as little insects see! With sharpest nippers flitting.

it would easier be Than to command the Muses. Nor care for the appearance. CI-DEV AGE CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE The proper folks one’s talents laud: Come on. GOOD FELLOW FELLO The rabble by such hate are held.Faust His way one gladly loses. And on the Blocksberg they erect Full many a place of meeting. All instruments are fitting. for me Are good to fish and sport in: And thus the pious man you see With even devils consorting. Like Germany’s Parnassus.” DANCING-MASTER How each his legs in nimble trip Lifts up. in the reeds. “Don’t be disturbed! ’tis. for the pious. the heavy skip. And. CRANE Both clear and muddy streams. The bittern’s changeless booming. and makes a clearance! The crooked jump. truly. and none shall pass us! The Blocksberg has a summit broad.” INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Say. I suspect. who’s the stiff and pompous man? He walks with haughty paces: He snuffles all he snuffle can: “He scents the Jesuits’ traces. 170 . DANCER A newer chorus now succeeds! I hear the distant drumming. WORLDLING Yes.

THE ADROIT ADROIT Sans souci. Since from the devils I also may Infer the better spirits. Such dilettants!—perdition! Fly-snout and mosquito-bill. on and on. if I am all I see. So I am here with pleasure.Goethe To maim and slay delights them: As Orpheus’ lyre the brutes compelled. I must be idiotic! LEADER OF THE BAND Frog in green.— Or how should there be devils? SCEPTIC The flame they follow. It gives me great vexation. we call the clan 171 . and cricket-trill. IDEALIST This once. The bagpipe here unites them. And grant to these their merits. And. sure. DOGMATIST DOGMATIST I’ll not be led by any lure Of doubts or critic-cavils: The Devil must be something. the fancy wrought in me Is really too despotic: Forsooth. for the first time.— Each one’s a fine musician! REALIST This racking fuss on every hand. And think they’re near the treasure: But Devil rhymes with Doubt alone. SUPERNA ERNATURALIST SUPERNATURALIST With much delight I see the play. here I stand On insecure foundation.

And on our heads we go. we trow. spirits come. AWKW WKWARD THE AWKWARD Once many a bit we sponged. at once. Cross-wise now in grass I lie: Who’ll help me to my footing? 172 . we’re here As glittering gallants rated. ARIEL If loving Nature at your back. Or Mind. but now. Yet in the ranks. then. Go a-foot no more we can. Where we originated. the stout one! WILL-O’-THE WISPS From the marshes we appear. PUCK Enter not so stall-fed quite. the wings uncloses. Like elephant-calves about one! And the heaviest weight to-night Be Puck. God help us! that is done with: Our shoes are all danced out. room! Trodden are the grasses: Spirits also.Faust Of merry creatures so. And they are bulky masses. Follow up my airy track To the mount of roses! TING-STAR SHOOTING-ST SHOOTING-STAR Darting hither from the sky. then. We’ve but naked soles to run with. In star and fire light shooting. himself. HEAVY FELLO THE HEAVY FELLOWS Room! and round about us.

—stand! Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head! Stand and defy me with thine intolerable presence! Imprisoned! In irretrievable misery! Delivered up to evil spirits. and to condemning. And all is dissipated. XXIII DREARY DAY DREARY DAY A FIELD FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP FAUST In misery! In despair! Long wretchedly astray on the face of the earth. unfeeling Man! And thou hast lulled me.Goethe ORCHESTRA ORCHESTRA pianissimo Cloud and trailing mist o’erhead Are now illuminated: Air in leaves. then. hast concealed from me her increasing wretchedness. contemptible spirit. and given up to fearful torments! To this has it come! to this!—Treacherous. and wind in reed. and now imprisoned! That gracious. with the most insipid dissipations. and thou hast concealed it from me!—Stand. and suffered her to go helplessly to ruin! 173 . meanwhile. ill-starred creature shut in a dungeon as a criminal.

who knowest my heart and my soul. why fetter me to the felon-comrade. Mighty.—that I may trample him. the outlawed. or thou thyself upon us? FAUST Dog! Abominable monster! Transform him. glorious Spirit. and art not secure against dizziness? Did we thrust ourselves upon thee. who feeds on mischief and gluts himself with ruin? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Hast thou done? 174 . under foot! Not the first! O woe! woe which no human soul can grasp. and thou art calmly grinning at the fate of thousands! FAUST Gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me? It fills me with horrible disgust. if thou canst not carry it out? Wilt fly.—that the first.Faust MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She is not the first. that more than one being should sink into the depths of this misery. thou Infinite Spirit! transform the reptile again into his dog-shape? in which it pleased him often at night to scamper on before me. Why didst thou enter into fellowship with us. that he may crawl upon his belly in the dust before me. to roll himself at the feet of the unsuspecting wanderer. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES Now we are already again at the end of our wits. and hang upon his shoulders when he fell! Transform him again into his favorite likeness. where the understanding of you men runs wild. did not expiate the guilt of all others! The misery of this single one pierces to the very marrow of my life. who hast vouchsafed to me Thine apparition. in its writhing deathagony under the eyes of the Eternal Forgiver.

miserable mortals! To crush to pieces the innocent respondent—that is the tyrant-fashion of relieving one’s self in embarrassments.Goethe FAUST Rescue her. I say. FAUST That. and lead her forth with human hand! I will keep watch: the magic steeds are ready. and hear. MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger.) F Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well that it has not been given to you. Rescue her? Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I. too. still lies upon the town! Avenging spirits hover over the spot where the victim fell. FAUST Take me thither! She shall be free! 175 . and liberate her! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I will convey thee there. nor undo his bolts. So much is in my power. or thou? (FAUST looks around wildly. monster! Take me thither. from thee? Murder and death of a world upon thee. what I can do! Have I all the power in Heaven and on Earth? I will becloud the jailer’s senses: get possession of the key. and lie in wait for the returning murderer. I will carry you off. or woe to thee! The fearfullest curse be upon thee for thousands of ages! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? Know that the guilt of blood. from thy hand.

) FAUST What weave they there round the raven-stone? MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES I know not what they are brewing and doing. bowing and bending! 176 .Faust FAUST Up and away! XXIV NIGHT OPEN OPEN FIELD F (FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES speeding onward on MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP black horses. FAUST Soaring up. sweeping down.



FAUST They scatter, devote and doom! FAUST (with a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an iron door) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES On! on! A shudder, long unfelt, comes o’er me; Mankind’s collected woe o’erwhelms me, here. She dwells within the dark, damp walls before me, And all her crime was a delusion dear! What! I delay to free her? I dread, once again to see her? On! my shrinking but lingers Death more near. (He grasps the lock: the sound of singing is heard inside.) My mother, the harlot, Who put me to death; My father, the varlet, Who eaten me hath! Little sister, so good, Laid my bones in the wood, In the damp moss and clay: 177

Faust Then was I a beautiful bird o’ the wood; Fly away! Fly away! (He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them.)

MARGARET MARGARET (on her knees) FAUST (unlocking) She does not dream her lover listens near; That he the rattling chain, the rustling straw, can hear. (He enters.) Who, headsman! unto thee such power Over me could give? Thou’rt come for me at midnight-hour: Have mercy on me, let me live! Is’t not soon enough when morning chime has run? (She rises.) MARGARET MARGARET (hiding herself on the pallet) Woe! woe! They come. O death of bitterness! And I am yet so young, so young! And now Death comes, and ruin! I, too, was fair, and that was my undoing. My love was near, but now he’s far; Torn lies the wreath, scattered the blossoms are. Seize me not thus so violently! Spare me! What have I done to thee? Let me not vainly entreat thee! I never chanced, in all my days, to meet thee!

FAUST (whispering) Hush! hush! The hour is come that frees thee.

MARGARET MARGARET (throwing herself before him) Art thou a man, then pity my distress!

FAUST Thy cries will wake the guards, and they will seize thee!

FAUST Shall I outlive this misery? 178

Goethe MARGARET MARGARET Now am I wholly in thy might. But let me suckle, first, my baby! I blissed it all this livelong night; They took ‘t away, to vex me, maybe, And now they say I killed the child outright. And never shall I be glad again. They sing songs about me! ’tis bad of the folk to do it! There’s an old story has the same refrain; Who bade them so construe it? Seeketh a path His prey to discover!

FAUST (aloud) Margaret! Margaret!

MARGARET (attentively listening) MARGARET That was the voice of my lover!

FAUST (falling upon his knees) Here lieth one who loves thee ever, The thraldom of thy woe to sever.

(She springs to her feet: the fetters fall off.) Where is he? I heard him call me. I am free! No one shall enthrall me. To his neck will I fly, On his bosom lie! On the threshold he stood, and Margaret! calling, Midst of Hell’s howling and noises appalling, Midst of the wrathful, infernal derision, I knew the sweet sound of the voice of the vision!

MARGARET (flinging herself beside him) MARGARET O let us kneel, and call the Saints to hide us! Under the steps beside us, The threshold under, Hell heaves in thunder! The Evil One With terrible wrath


Where I and Martha wait thy coming. A heaven thy loving words expressed. when thou delayest! (Caressing him. And the garden. so short a time thou’rt missing.Faust FAUST ’Tis I! MARGARET MARGARET Delay. Away. We shall be made to dearly rue it. now! So fain I stay. And hast unlearned thy kissing? Why is my heart so anxious. say it once again! FAUST (Clasping him. And I am saved!— Again the street I see Where first I looked on thee. as thou wouldst suffocate me— Kiss me! Or I’ll kiss thee! 180 FAUST (struggling to leave) Come! Come with me! . brightly blooming. And thou didst kiss. now! If longer here thou stayest. and the chain? ’Tis thou! Thou comest to save me.) ’Tis he! ’tis he! Where now is all my pain? The anguish of the dungeon. MARGARET MARGARET Kiss me!—canst no longer do it? My friend. on thy breast? Where once a heaven thy glances did create me.) MARGARET MARGARET ’Tis thou! O.

Ah.) Ah. ah. soon. And in thy lap wilt take me once again. dear hand!—But. But follow now! ’Tis all I beg of thee. And still. MARGARET MARGARET My mother have I put to death.) MARGARET MARGARET Thou wilt unloose my chain. God! what hast thou done? Nay. my friend. with warmth a thousand-fold. certainly? FAUST ’Tis I! Come on! . too!—’Tis thou! It scarcely true doth seem— Give me thy hand! ’Tis not a dream! Thy dear. follow me! My darling. FAUST Come. I’ve drowned the baby born to thee. How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?— Say. surely. be more bold: I’ll clasp thee. ’tis wet! Why. sheathe thy sword at last! Do not affray me! 181 MARGARET MARGARET (turning to him) And is it thou? Thou. How changed in fashion Thy passion! Who has done me this ill? (She turns away from him. woe! thy lips are chill. whom thou mak’st free? FAUST Come! come! The night already vanisheth. wipe it off! Methinks that yet There’s blood thereon.Goethe (She embraces him. Was it not given to thee and me? Thee. dost thou know.

no! Thou goest away! O Henry. But not too very far. But no more. And me a little away. Death lying in wait. so good. 182 . on my right breast. my baby lay! Nobody else will lie beside me!— Ah. Now I’ll tell thee the graves to give us: Thou must begin to-morrow The work of sorrow! The best place give to my mother. That was a sweet and a gracious bliss. MARGARET MARGARET If the grave is there. within thine arms to hide me. then come! From here to eternal rest: No further step—no. so kind to see! FAUST To freedom. I pray! And here. then come with me! MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET MARGARET Out yonder? No. no more can I attain it! I would force myself on thee and constrain it. Then close at her side my brother. no! Thou must outlive us.Faust FAUST O. And it seems thou repellest my kiss: And yet ’tis thou. if I could go! FAUST Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door. let the past be past! Thy words will slay me! FAUST If thou feel’st it is I.

Over the bridge. She slept so long that she wakes no more. Why should I fly? They’ll still my steps waylay! It is so wretched. I’ll venture. her heavy head falls o’er. while we were caressing: Ah.— I feel an icy shiver! There sits my mother upon a stone.Goethe MARGARET MARGARET I dare not go: there’s no hope any more. then. those were the days of blessing! MARGARET MARGARET Be quick! Be quick! Save thy perishing child! Away! Follow the ridge Up by the brook. To the left. to be strange. and thou art free at last! FAUST I’ll stay with thee. And a bad conscience sharper misery giving! It is so wretched. to bear thee forth. MARGARET MARGARET If the mountain we had only passed! There sits my mother upon a stone. And her head is wagging ever. She slept. forsaken. forced to beg my living. 183 . Into the wood. FAUST Here words and prayers are nothing worth. And I’d still be followed and taken! ’Tis struggling still! Save it! Save it! FAUST Recall thy wandering will! One step. She beckons. she nods not. where the plank is placed In the pool! Seize it in haste! ’Tis trying to rise.

all things for the love of thee. I am seized. no word is spoken: The square below And the streets overflow: The death-bell tolls. the wand is broken.—the last day breaks for me! My wedding-day it was to be! Tell no one thou has been with Margaret! Woe for my garland! The chances Are over—’tis all in vain! We shall meet once again.Faust MARGARET MARGARET No—let me go! I’ll suffer no force! Grasp me not so murderously! I’ve done. and bound. delaying and praying! My horses are neighing: The morning twilight is near. Dumb lies the world like the grave! FAUST FAUST The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest! MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES (appears outside) MARGARET MARGARET Day? Yes. But not at the dances! The crowd is thronging. the day comes. O had I ne’er been born! MARGARET MARGARET What rises up from the threshold here? He! he! suffer him not! What does he want in this holy spot? He seeks me! 184 . and delivered— Shoved to the block—they give the sign! Off! or you’re lost ere morn. Useless talking. Now over each neck has quivered The blade that is quivering over mine. else.

Goethe FAUST Thou shalt live.) MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Come! or I’ll leave her in the lurch. VOICE (from above) She is saved! MARGARET MARGARET Judgment of God! myself to thee I give. guard me. and thee! VOICE (from within. Camp around. dying away) Henry! Henry! MARGARET MARGARET Thine am I. and from evil ward me! Henry! I shudder to think of thee. Father! rescue me! Ye angels. MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP MEPHISTOPHELES She is judged! 185 . MEPHISTOPHELES HISTOP UST) MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST Hither to me! (He disappears with FAUST UST. holy cohorts.

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