diff --git a/year4/semester2/CT414/assignments/assignment2/data/Faust-Goethe.txt b/year4/semester2/CT414/assignments/assignment2/data/Faust-Goethe.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..114f0323 --- /dev/null +++ b/year4/semester2/CT414/assignments/assignment2/data/Faust-Goethe.txt @@ -0,0 +1,38005 @@ +FAUST + + +A Wragedp + + +BY + + +JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE + + +TRANSLATED, IN THE ORIGINAL METRES, BY + + +BAYARD TAYLOR + + +TWO VOLUMES IN ONE +VOL. I. + + +Wer die Dichtkunst will verstehen, +Muss ins Land der Dichtung gehen +Wer den Dichter will verstehen, +Muss in Dicnters Lande gehen. +GorTHE + + + + + +a +4 + + +Se ae +Ghe Rersioe Pregs | + + +BOSTON AND NEW YORK +HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY +Che Riverside Press Cambridge + + +WIO-LE +eT +ACIS +, Fe + +as ee +x +wie + + +, COPYRIGHT, 1898 AND 1912, BY MARIE HANSEN TAYLOR + + +a + + +\ vA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + + +COPYRIGHT, 1870, BY BAYARD TAYLOR + + + + + + + +MARVARD UNIVERSITY +LIBRARY + + +JAN 30 1979 + + +Vy eee + + + + + + + + + + + +PREFACE. + + +T is twenty years since I first determined to + +attempt the translation of /aus/, in the origi- +nal 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 ex- +istence, the experiment had not yet been made. +The prose version of Hayward seemed to have +been accepted as the standard, in default of any- +thing more satisfactory: the English critics, gener- +ally sustaining the translator in his views concern- +ing 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 ne- +cessary love and patience to an adequate repro- +duction 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 ex- . + + +iy FAUST. + + +hibited 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 flu- +ency 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 further resi- +dence in Germany and a more careful study of +both parts of Fuust had satisfied me that the field +was still open, — that the means furnished by the +poetical affinity of the two languages had not yet +been exhausted, — nothing remained for me but to +follow him in all essential particulars. His exam- +ple confirmed me in the belief that there were few +difficulties in the way of a nearly literal yet thor- +oughly rhythmical version of /aus/, which might +not be overcome by loving labor. A comparison +of seventeen English translations, in the arbitrary +metres adopted by the translators, sufficiently +showed the danger of allowing license in this +respect: the white light of Goethe’s thought was +thereby passed through the tinced glass of other +minds, and assumed the coloring of each. More- +over, the plea of selecting different metres in the +hope of producing a similar effect is unreasonable, +where the identical metres are possible. + + + + + + + + +PREFACE. Vv + + +The value of form, in a poetical work, is the +first question to be considered. No poet ever +understood this question more thoroughly than +Goethe himself, or expressed a more positive opin- +ion in regard to it. The alternative modes of +translation which he presents (reported by Riemer, +quoted by Mrs. Austin, in her “ Characteristics of +Goethe,” and accepted by Mr. Hayward),* are +quite independent of his views concerning the +value of form, which we find given elsewhere, in +the clearest and most emphatic manner.f Poetry + + +# “<¢ There are two maxims of translation,’ says he: ‘the +me requires that the author, of a foreign nation, be brought +to us in such a manner that we may regard him as our own ; +the other, on the contrary, demands of us that we transport +ourselyes over to him, and adopt his situation, his mode of +speaking, and his peculiarities. The advantages of both are +sufficiently known to all instructed persons, from masterly +examples.’ ”’ + +Is it necessary, however, that there should always be this +alternative ? Where the languages are kindred, and equally +capable of all varieties of metrical expression, may not both +these “maxims” be observed in the same translation ? +Goethe, it is true, was of the opinion that Fusst ought to be +given, in French, in the manner of Clément Marot; but this +was undoubtedly because he felt the inadequacy of modern +French to express the naive, simple realism of many pas- +sages. The same objection does not apply to English +There are a few archaic expressions in Faust, but no more +than are still allowed — nay, frequently encouraged — in tl. +English of our day. + +t “You are right,” said Goethe; “there are great and +mysterious agencies included in the various forms of Poetry +If the substance of my ‘ Roman Elegies’ were to be ex- + + +vi FAUST, + + +is not simply a fashion of expression: it is the +form of expression absolutely required by a cer- +tain class of ideas. Poetry, indeed, may be dis- +tinguished from Prose by the single circumstance, +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, the +form contributes essentially to the fulness of the +meaning. In Poetry which endures through its own +inherent vitality, there is no forced union of these + + +pressed in the tone and measure of Byron's ‘ Don Juan,’ it +would really have an atrocious effect.” — Eckermann. + +‘“‘ The rhythm,” said Goethe, ‘‘is an unconscious result of +the poetic mood. If one should stop to consider it mechan- +ically, when about to write a poem, one would become be- +wildered and accomplish nothing of real poetical value.” — +Lhid. + +““ All that is poetic in character should be rhythmically treated | +Such is my conviction; and if even a sort of poetic prose +should be gradually introduced, it would only show that the +distinction between prose and poetry had been completely +lost sight of.” — Goethe to Schiller, 1797. + +Tycho Mommsen, in his excellent essay, Die Kunst des +Deutschen Uebersetsers aus neueren Sprachen, goes so far as to +say: ‘‘The metrical or rhymed modelling of a poetical work +is so essentially the germ of its being, that, rather than by +giving it up, we might hope to construct a similar work of +art before the eyes of our countrymen, by giving up or +changing the substance. The immeasurable result which +has followed works wherein the form has been retained — +such as the Homer of Voss, and the Shakespeare of Tieck +and Schlegel —is an incontrovertible evidence of the vital +ity of the endeavor.” + + +PREFACE. a + + +two elements. They are as intimately blended, +and with the same mysterious beauty, as the sexes +in the ancient Hermaphroditus. To attempt to +represent Poetry in Prose, is very much like at- +tempting to translate music into speech.* + +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,” and I do not wish to con- +tinue the endless discussion, — especially as our +literature needs examples, not opinions. A recent +expression, however, carries with it so much au- +thority, that I feel bound to present some consid- +erations which the accomplished scholar seems to +have overlooked. Mr. Lewesf justly says: ‘The +effect of poetry is a compound of music and sug- +gestion ; this music and this suggestion are inter- +mingled in words, which to alter is to alter the +effect. For words in poetry are not, as in prose, +simple representatives of objects and ideas: they +are parts of an organic whole, — they are tones in +the harmony.” He thereupon illustrates the effect +of translation by changing certain well-known +English stanzas into others, equivalent in meaning, +but lacking their felicity of words, their grace and +melody. I cannot accept this illustration as valid, +because Mr. Lewes purposely omits the very qual- + + +* “Goethe’s poems exercise a great sway over me, not +only by their meaning, but also by their rhythm. It is a lan- +guage which stimulates me to composition.” — Beethoven. + +t Life of Goethe (Book VL.). + + +Vili FA OST. + + +ity which an honest translator should exhaust his +skill in endeavoring to reproduce. He turns away +from the ove dest word or phrase in the English lines +he quotes, whereas the translator seeks precisely +that one best word or phrase (having @// the re- +sources of his language at command), to represent +what is said in another language. More than this, +his task is not simply mechanical: he must feel, +and be guided by, a secondary inspiration. Sur- +rendering himself to the full possession of the +spirit which shall speak through him, he receives, +also, a portion of the same creative power. Mr. +Lewes reaches this conclusion: “If, therefore, we +reflect what a poem faust is, and that it contains +almost every variety of style and metre, it will be +tolerably evident that no one unacquainted with +the original can form an adequate idea of it from +translation,” * which is certainly correct of any +translation wherein something of the rhythmical +variety and beauty of the original is not retained. +That very much of the rhythmical character may +be retained in English, was long ago shown by +Mr. Carlyle,f in the passages which he translated, + + +* Mr. Lewes gives the following advice: ‘The English +reader would perhaps best succeed who should first read +Dr. Anster’s brilliant paraphrase, and then carefully go +through Hayward’s prose translation.” This is singularly +at variance with the view he has just expressed. Dr. +Anster’s version is an almost incredible dilution of the +original, written in ofker metres; while Hayward’s entirely +omits the element of poetry. + +t Foreign Review, 1828. + + + + + + + + +PREFACE. iy + + +both literally and rhythmically, from the e/ena +(Part Second). In fact, we have so many in- +stances of the possibility of reciprocally transfer- +ring the finest qualities of English and German +poetry, that there is no sufficient excuse for an +unmetrical translation of Faust. I refer especially +to such subtile and melodious lyrics as “ The Cas- +tle by the Sea,” of Uhland, and the “ Silent Land ” +of Salis, translated by Mr. Longfellow ; Goethe’s +“Minstrel” and “Coptic Song,” by Dr. Hedge ; +Heine’s “ Two Grenadiers,” by Dr. Furness, and +many of Heine’s songs by Mr. Leland ; and also +to the German translations of English lyrics, by +Freiligrath and Strodtmann.* + +I have a more serious objection, however, to +urge against Mr. Hayward’s prose translation. + + +* When Freiligrath can thus give us Walter Scott : — + + +‘*Kommt, wie der Wind kommt, +Wenn Walder erzittern ! +Komnt, wie die Brandung +Wenn Filotten zersplittern ! +Schnell heran, schnell herab, +Schneller kommt Alle ! — +Hiupiling und Bub’ und Knapp, +Herr und Vasalle!”’ + + +or Strodtmann thus reproduce Tennyson : — + + +** Es falit der Strahl auf Burg und Thal, +Und schneeige Gipfel, reich an Sagen ; +Viel’ Lichter wehn auf blauen Seen, +Bergab die Wasserstiirze jagen ! +Blas, Hifthorn, blas, in Wiederhall erschallend : +Blas, Horn — antwortet, Echos, hallend, hallend, hallend !” + + +— it must be a dull ear which would be satisfied with the +omission of rhythm and rhyme. + + +x FAUST. + + +Where all the restraints of verse are flung aside, +we should expect, at least, as accurate a reproduc- +tion of the sense, spirit, and tone of the original, +as the genius of our language will permit. So far +from having given us such a reproduction, Mr. +Hayward not only occasionally mistakes the exact +meaning of the German text,* but, wherever two +phrases may be used to express the meaning with +equal fidelity, he very frequently selects that which +has the less grace, strength, or beauty.t For there +are few things which may not be said, in English, +in a twofold manner, — one poetic, and the other +prosaic. In German, equally, a word which in + + +* On his second page, the line Mein Lied ertont der un- +bekannien Menge, ‘‘My song sounds to the unknown multi- +tude,” is translated : “‘ My sorrow voices itself to the strange +throng.” Other English translators, I notice, have followed +Mr. Hayward in mistaking Leed for Led. + +t I take but one out of numerous instances, for the sake +of illustration. The close of the Soldier’s Song (Part I. +Scene II.) is: — + +** Kihn is das Mithen, +Herrlich der Lohn ! +Und die Soldaten +Ziehen davon.” +Literally : +Bold is the endeavor, +Splendid the pay ! +And the soldiers +March away. +This Mr. Hayward translates : — +Bold the adventure, +Noble the reward — +And the soldiers +Are off. + + + + + +PREFACE. xi + + +ordinary use has a bare prosaic character may +receive a fairer and finer quality from its place in +verse. The prose translator should certainly be +able to feel the manifestation of this law in both +languages, and should so choose his words as to +meet their reciprocal requirements. A man, how- +ever, who is not keenly sensible to the power and +beauty and value of rhythm, is likely to overlook +these delicate yet most necessary distinctions. +The author’s thought is stripped of a last grace in +passing through his mind, and frequently presents +very much the same resemblance to the original as +an unhewn shaft to the fluted column. Mr. Hay- +ward unconsciously illustrates his lack of a refined +appreciation of verse, “in giving,” as he says, “a +sort of rhythmical arrangement to the lyrical parts,” +his object being “to convey some notion of the +variety of versification which forms one great +charm of the poem.” A literal translation is al- +ways possible in the unrhymed passages ; but even +here Mr. Hayward’s ear did not dictate to him the +necessity of preserving the original rhythm. + +While, therefore, I heartily recognize his lofty +appreciation of Faust, — while I honor him for the +patient and conscientious labor he has bestowed +upon his translation, —I cannot but feel that he +has himself illustrated the unsoundness of his ar- +gument. Nevertheless, 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 vio- + + +xii FAUST. + + +lent. From the cold bare outline thus produced, +the reader unacquainted with the German language +would scarcely guess what glow of color, what rich- +ness of changeful life, what fluent grace and energy +of movement have been lost in the process. We +must, of course, gratefully receive such an outline, +where a nearer approach to the form of the origi- +nal is impossible, but, until the latter has been +demonstrated, we are wrong to remain content +with the cheaper substitute. + +It seems to me that in all discussions upon this +subject the capacities of the English language +have received but scanty justice. The intellectual +tendencies of our race have always been somewhat +conservative, and its standards of literary taste +or belief, once set up, are not varied without a +struggle. The English ear is suspicious of new +metres and unaccustomed forms of expression: +there are critical detectives on the track of every +author, and a violation of the accepted canons Is +followed by a summons to judgment. ‘Thus the +tendency is to contract rather than to expand the +acknowledged excellences of the language.* The + + +* 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, through the derangement and relinquishment of its +ancient laws of sound. The unteachable (nevertheless /carn- +able) profusion of its middle-tones has conferred upon it an +intrinsic power of expression, such as no other human tongue +ever possessed. Its entire, thoroughly intellectual and won- +derfully successful foundation and perfected development + + + + + +PREFACE. xiit + + +difficulties in the way of a nearly literal translation +of Faust in the original metres have been exagger- +ated, because certain affinities between the two +languages have not been properly considered. +With all the splendor of versification in the work, +it contains but few metres of which the English +tongue is not equally capable. Hood has famil- +iarized us with dactylic (triple) rhymes, and they +are remarkably abundant and skilful in Mr. Low- +ell’s “ Fable for the Critics”: even the unrhymed +iambic hexameter of the eéena occurs now and +then in Milton’s Samson Agonistes. It is true that +the metrical foot into which the German language +most naturally falls is the ¢vochaic, while in Englisn +it is the samdic: it is true that German is rich, +involved, and tolerant of new combinations, while + + +issued from a marvellous union of the two noblest tongues +of Europe, the Germanic and the Romanic. Their mutual +relation in the English language is well known, since the +former furnished chiefly the material basis, while the latter +added the intellectual conceptions. The English language, +by and through which the greatest and most eminent poet +of modern times — as contrasted with ancient classical +poetry — (of course I can refer only to Shakespeare) was +begotten and nourished, has a just claim to be called a lan- +guage of the world; and it appears to be destined, like tne +English race, to a higher and broader sway in all quarters +of the earth. For in richness, in compact adjustment of +parts, and in pure intelligence, none of the living languages +can be compared with it, — not even our German, which is +divided even as we are divided, and which must cast off m>ny +imperfections before it can boldly enter on its career.-. ~ +Ueber den Ursprung der Sprache. + + +xiv FAUST. + + +English is simple, direct, and rather shy of com- +pounds; but precisely these differences are so +modified in the German of Faust that there is a +mutual approach of the two languages. In Faust, +the iambic measure predominates ; the style is +compact; the many licenses which the author +allows himself are all directed towards a shorter +mode of construction. On the other hand, Eng- +lish metre compels the use of inversions, admits +many verbal liberties prohibited to prose, and so +inclines towards various flexible features of its +sister-tongue that many lines of Faust may be +repeated in English without the slightest change +of meaning, measure, or rhyme. There are words, +it is true, with so delicate a bloom upon them that +it can in no wise be preserved ; but even such +words will always lose less when they carry with +them their rhythmical atmosphere. The flow of +Goethe’s verse is sometimes so similar to that of +the corresponding English metre, that not only its +harmonies and ceesural pauses, but even its punc- +tuation, may be easily retained. + +I am satisfied that the difference between a +translation of Faust in prose or metre is chiefly +one of labor, — and of that labor which is success- +ful in proportion as it is joyously performed. My +own task has been cheered by the discovery, that +the more closely I reproduced the language of the +original, the more of its rhythmical character was +transferred at the same time. If, now and then, +there was an inevitable alternative of meaning or + + + + + + + + + + + +PREFACE. xv + + +music, I gave the preference to the former. By +the term “ original metres ” I do not mean a nigid, +unyielding adherence to every foot, line, and +rhyme of the German original, although this has +very nearly been accomplished. Since the greater +part of the work is written in an irregular measure, +the lines varying from three to six feet, and the +rhymes arranged according to the author’s will, I +do not consider that an occasional change in the +number of feet, or order of rhyme, is any violation +of the metrical plan. The single slight liberty I +have taken with the lyrical passages is in Marga- +ret’s song, — “ The King of Thule,” —in which, +by omitting the alternate feminine rhymes, yet re- +taining the metre, I was enabled to make the trans- +lation strictly literal. If, in two or three instances, +I have left a line unrhymed, I have balanced the +omission by giving rhymes to other lines which +stand unrhymed in the original text. For the same +reason, I make no apology for the imperfect +rhymes, which are frequently a translation as well +as a necessity. With all its supreme qualities, +Faust is far from being a technically perfect work.* + + +* “ At present, everything runs in technical grooves, and +the critical gentlemen begin to wrangle whether in a rhyme +an s should correspond with an s and not with ss. If I were +young and reckless enough, I would purposely offend all +such technical caprices : I would use alliteration, assonance, +false rhyme, just according to my own will or convenience — +but, at the same time, I would attend to the main thing, and +endeavor to say so many good things that every 6ne would +be attracted to read and remember them.” — Goethe, in 1831. + + +xvi FA OST. + + +The feminine and dactylic rhymes, which have +been for the most part omitted by all metrical +translatars except Mr. Brooks, are indispensable. +The characteristic tone of many passages would +be nearly lost, without them. ‘They give spirit and +grace to the dialogue, point to the aphoristic por- +tions (especially in the Second Part), and an ever- +changing music to the lyrical passages. The +English language, though not so rich as the +German in such rhymes, is less deficient than +is generally supposed. The difficulty to be over- +come is one of construction rather than of the +vocabulary. ‘The present participle can only be +used to a limited extent, on account of its weak +termination, 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; but I have at least la- +bored long and patiently, bearing constantly in +mind not only the meaning of the original and +the mechanical structure of the lines, but also +that subtile and haunting music which seems to +govern rhythm instead of being governed by it. + +The Second Part of Aaus¢ has been translated +five times into English (by Birch, Bernays, Mac- +donald, Archer Gurney, and Anster), but not one +of the versions has ever been published in the +United States. Inasmuch as this part was in- +cluded in Goethe’s original design, the First Part, +although apparently complete as a tragic episode, +is in reality but a fragment, wherein the deeper + + + + + +PREFACE. XVil + + +problems upon which the work is based are left +unsolved. I consider, therefore, that the Second +Part is necessary (as necessary, indeed, as the +Faradiso to the Divina Commedia of Dante); and +my aim, in the second volume of this translation, +will be to make that necessity clear, alike to the +English reader and to those who follow various +German and English critics in disparaging the +original. + + + + + + + + + + + +AN GOETHE. ‘ é ‘ 5 é + + +DEDICATION. . gon rats ‘ + + +PRELUDE ON THE STAGE . ‘ + + +PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN . oe % + + +Scene I. +II. +HII. +IV. +V. +VL +VII. +VIIL +IX. +X. +XL +XII. +XIIL + + +XIV. + + +NIGHT (Faust’s Monologue) + + +BEFORE THE C1Ty-GATE + + +PROMENADE. + +THE N&IGHBOR’S. HOUSE +STREET. ; : +GARDEN : ‘ - +A GARDEN-AREBOR . +Forest AND CAVERN . + + +THE Stupy (Zhe Exorcism) +THE Stupy (Zhe Compact) . +AUERBACH’S CELLAR +WitcnHEs’ KITCHEN +A STREET. ‘ oS: . le +EVENING ‘ . . + + +Pac + + +DD 7 + + +17 + + +8Fsess + + +I +113 +Wy +123 +126 +135 +138 +146 +148 + + +xx CONTENTS. + + +XV. MARGARET’S Room . . 6 © « 354 +XVI. MARTHA’Ss GARDEN. ow % 156 +XVII AT THE FOUNTAIN . ‘ je - 163 +XVIII. DOonyjon (Margaret's Prayer) Oe 166 +XIX. NicutT (Valentine’s Death) . - « 168 +XX. CATHEDRAL. ok . ° ; 175 + + +XXI. WaALpurGIs-NIGHT . ‘ F ‘ . 178 +XXII. OBERON AND TITANIA’S GOLDEN WED- + +DING . . ae ‘ : - 195 + +XXIII. Dreary Day ‘ ; ‘ ‘ . 203 + +XXIV. NIGHT. . ‘ ; : 3 - 206 + + +XXV. DUNGEON. . ‘ ° : . 207 + + +NOTES . . . .. . . «© 2 27 + + +APPENDIX. +I. THe Faust-LEGEND . . «© + + 337 +IL CHRONOLOGY OF Faust . - «© : = 345 + + +III. ScENE FROM MARLOwE’s “ Faustus ” - 354 + + + + + + + + + + + +AN GOETHE. + + +L + + +[rRHA BENER Getst, tm Getsterretch verioren / +Wo immer Deine lichte Wohnung sey, + +Zum hoh’ren Schaffen bist Du neugeboren, + +Und singest dort die voll’re Litanei. + +Von jenem Streben das Du auserkoren, + +Vom reinsten Ether, drin Du athmest frei, + +O neige Dich su gnadigem Erwiedern + +Des letsten Wiederhalls von Deinen Liedern / + + +IT. + + +Den alten Musen die bestdubten Kronen + +Nahmst Du, su neuem Glansz, mit kiihner Hand: +Du list die Rathsel dltester ALonen + +Durch jiingeren Glauben, helleren Verstand, + + +xxii AN GOETHE. + + +Und machst, wo rege Menschengeister wohnen, +Die ganse Erde Dir sum Vaierland ; + +Und Deine Finger sehn in Dir, verwundert, +Verkirpert schon das werdende Fakrhundert. + + +Til. + + +Was Du gesungen, Aller Lust und Klagen, + +Des Lebens Wiederspriiche, neu vermahlt, — + +Die Harfe tausendstimmig frisch geschlagen, + +Die Shakspeare einst, die einst Homer gewéhlt, — + +Darf ich in fremde Klange tibertragen + +Das Alles, wo so Mancher schon gefehit ? + +Lass Deinen Geist in meiner Stimme klingen, + +Und was Du sangst, lass mith es Dir nachsingen / +B. T. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +DEDICATION.’ + + +ed + + +5 aie ye come, ye hovering Forms! I find ye, +As early to my clouded sight ye shone! + +Shail I attempt, this once, to seize and bind ye? + +Still o’er my heart is that illusion thrown? + +Ye crowd more near! Then, be the reign assigned ye, +And sway me from your misty, shadowy zone! + +My bosom thrills, with youthful passion shaken, + +From magic airs that round your march awaken. + + +Of joyous days ye bring the blissful vision ; + +The dear, familiar phantoms rise again, + +And, like an old and half-extinct tradition, + +First Love returns, with Friendship in his train. +Renewed is Pain: with mournful repetition + +Life tracks his devious, labyrinthine chain, + +And names the Good, whose cheating fortune tore them +From happy hours, and left me to deplore them. + + +They hear no longer these succeeding measures, +The souls, to whom my earliest songs I sang: +Dispersed the friendly troop, with all its pleasures, +And still, alas! the echoes first that rang! + +VOL. I. 1 + + +2 FAUST. + + +I bring the unknown multitude my treasures ; + +Their very plaudits give my heart a pang, + +And those beside, whose joy my Song so flattered, + +If still they live, wide through the world are scattered. + + +And grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning +For that serene and solemn Spirit-Land: + +My song, to faint AZolian murmurs turning, +Sways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned. +I thrill and tremble; tear on tear is burning, +And the stern heart is tenderly unmanned. +What I possess, I see far distant lying, + +And what I lost, grows real and undying. + + + + + + + + + + + +PRELUDE ON THE STAGE.’ + + +—@—— + + +MANAGER. Dramatic Poet. MERRY-ANDREW. + + +MANAGER. + + +OU two, who oft a helping hand +Have lent, in need and tribulation, + +Come, let me know your expectation +Of this, our enterprise, in German land! +I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated, +Especially since it lives and lets me live ; +‘Lhe posts are set, the booth of boards completed,3 +And each awaits the banquet I shall give. +Already there, with curious eyebrows raised, +They sit sedate, and hope to be amazed. +I know how one the People’s taste may flatter, +Yet here a huge embarrassment I feel: +What they ’re accustomed to, is no great matter. +But then, alas! they ’ve read an awful deal. +How shall we plan, that all be fresh and new, — +Important matter, yet attractive too? +For ’t is my pleasure to behold them surging, +When to our booth the current sets apace, +And with tremendous, oft-repeated urging, +Squeeze onward through the narrow gate of grace: +By daylight even, they push and cram in + + +4 FAUST. + + +To reach the seller’s box, a fighting host, + +And as for bread, around a baker’s door, in famine, +To get a ticket break their necks almost. + +This miracle alone can work the Poet + +On men so various: now, my friend, pray show it. + + +POET. + + +Speak not to me of yonder motley masses, + +Whom but to see, puts out the fire of Song! + +Hide from my view the surging crowd that passes, +And in its whirlpool forces us along! . + +No, lead me where some heavenly silence glasses + +The purer joys that round the Poet throng, — + +Where Love and Friendship still divinely fashion + +The bonds that bless, the wreaths that crown his passion! + + +Ah, every utterance from the depths of feeling +The timid lips have stammeringly expressed, — +Now failing, now, perchance, success revealing, — +Gulps the wild Moment in its greedy breast ; + +Or oft, reluctant years its warrant sealing, + +Its perfect stature stands at last confessed ! + +What dazzles, for the Moment spends its spirit: +What’s genuine, shall Posterity inherit. + + +MERRY-ANDREW. + + +Posterity! Don’t name the word to me! + +If Z should choose to preach Posterity, + +Where would you get cotemporary fun? + +That men weé/ have it, there’s no blinking: . +A fine young fellow’s presence, to my thinking, + +Is something worth, to every one. + +Who genially his nature can outpour, + +Takes from the People’s moods no irritation ; + +The wider circle he acquires, the more + + + + + +PRELUDE. 5 + + +Securely works his inspiration. + +Then pluck up heart, and give us sterling coin! +Let Fancy be with her attendants fitted, — +Sense, Reason, Sentiment, and Passion join, — +But have a care, lest Folly be omitted ! + + +MANAGER. +Chiefly, enough of incident prepare ! +They come to look, and they prefer to stare.‘ +Reel off a host of threads before their faces, +So that they gape in stupid wonder: then +By sheer diffuseness you have won their graces, +And are, at once, most popular of men. +Only by mass you touch the mass; for any +Will finally, himself, his bit select: +Who offers much, brings something unto many,5 +And each goes home content with the effect. +If you ’ve a piece, why, just in pieces give it: +A hash, a stew, will bring success, believe it! +°T is easily displayed, and easy to invent. +What use, 2 Whole compactly to present? +Your hearers pick and pluck, as soon as they receive it! + + +POET. + + +You do not feel, how such a trade debases ; +How ill it suits the Artist, proud and true! +The botching work each fine pretender traces +Is, I perceive, a principle with you. + + +MANAGER. + + +Such a reproach not in the least offends; + +A man who some result intends + +Must use the tools that best are fitting. +Reflect, soft wood is given to you for splitting, +And then, observe for whom you write! + + +6 FAUST. + + +If one comes bored, exhausted quite, + +Another, satiate, leaves the banquet’s tapers, + +And, worst of all, full many a wight + +Is fresh from reading of the daily papers. + +Idly to us they come, as to a masquerade, + +Mere curiosity their spirits warming : + +The ladies with themselves, and with their finery, aid, +Without a salary their parts performing. + +What dreams are yours in high poetic places? +You ’re pleased, forsooth, full houses to behold? +Draw near, and view your patrons’ faces ! + +The half are coarse, the half are cold. + +One, when the play is out, goes home to cards; + +A wild night on a wench’s breast another chooses : +Why should you rack, poor, foolish bards, + +For ends like these, the gracious Muses? + +I tell you, give but more — more, ever more, they ask: +Thus shall you hit the mark of gain and glory. +Seek to confound your auditory ! + +To satisfy them is a task. — + +What ails you now? Is ’t suffering, or pleasure? + + +POET. + + +Go, find yourself a more obedient slave ! +What! shall the Poet that which Nature gave, +The highest right, supreme Humanity, + +Forfeit so wantonly, to swell your treasure ? +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, +To wind the world in unison with him ? + +When on the spindle, spun to endless distance, +By Nature’s listless hand the thread is twirled, +And the discordant tones of all existence + +In sullen jangle are together hurled, + + + + + + + + + + + +PRELUDE. 4 + + +Who, then, the changeless orders of creation +Divides, and kindles into rhythmic dance? + +Who brings the One to join the general ordination, +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, requiting +Desert with fame, in Action’s every field ? + +Who makes Olympus sure, the Gods uniting? +The might of Man, as in the Bard revealed. + + +MERRY-ANDREW. + + +So, these fine forces, in conjunction, + +Propel the high poetic function, + +As in a love-adventure they might play! + +You meet by accident; you feel, you stay, + +And by degrees your heart is tangled ; + +Bliss grows apace, and then its course is jangled ; +You’re ravished quite, then comes a touch of woe, +And there’s a neat romance, completed ere you know! +Let us, then, such a drama give! + +Grasp the exhaustless life that all men live! + +Each shares therein, though few may comprehend: +Where’er you touch, there’s interest without end. * +In motley pictures little light, + +Much error, and of truth a glimmering mite, + +Thus the best beverage is supplied, + +Whence all the world is cheered and edified. +Then, at your play, behold the fairest flower + +Of youth collect, to hear the revelation ! + +Each tender soul, with sentimental power, + +Sucks melancholy food from your creation ; + +And now in this, now that, the leaven works, + + +8 FAUST. + + +For each beholds what in his bosom lurks. + +They still are moved at once to weeping or to laughter, +Still wonder at your flights, enjoy the show they see: +A mind, once formed, is never suited after ; + +One yet in growth will ever grateful be. + + +POET. + + +Then give me back that time of pleasures, +While yet in joyous growth I sang, — +When, like a fount, the crowding measures +Uninterrupted gushed and sprang! + +Then bright mist veiled the world before me, +In opening buds a marvel woke, + +As I the thousand blossoms broke, + +Which every valley richly bore me! + +I nothing had, and yet enough for youth — +Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. + +Give, unrestrained, the old emotion, + +The bliss that touched the verge of pain, +The strength of Hate, Love’s deep devotion, «= +O, give me back my youth again! + + +MERRY-ANDREW. + + +Youth, good my friend, you certainly require +When foes in combat sorely press you; +When lovely maids, in fond desire, + +Hang on your bosom and caress you; +When from the hard-won goal the wreath +Beckons afar, the race awaiting ; + +When, after dancing out your breath, + +You pass the night in dissipating : — + +But that familiar harp with soul + +To play, — with grace and bold expression, +And towards a self-erected goal + +To walk with many a sweet digression, — + + +PRELUDE. + + +This, aged Sirs, belongs to you,® + +And we no less revere you for that reason : + +Age childish makes, they say, but ’t is not true; +We're only genuine children still, in Age’s season ! + + +MANAGER. + + +The words you ’ve bandied are sufficient ; + +'T is deeds that I prefer to see: + +In compliments you ’re both proficient, + +But might, the while, more useful be. + +What need to talk of Inspiration ? + +’T is no companion of Delay. + +If Poetry be your vocation, + +Let Poetry your will obey! + +Full well you know what here is wanting ; + +The crowd for strongest drink is panting, + +And such, forthwith, I’d have ycu brew. +What’s left undone to-day, To-morrow will not da +Waste not a day in vain digression : + +With resolute, courageous trust + +Seize every possible impression, + +And make it firmly your possession ; + +You ’ll then work on, because you must. + +Upon our German stage, you know it, + +Each tries his hand at what he will; + +So, take of traps and scenes your fill, + +And all you find, be sure to show it! + +Use both the great and lesser heavenly light, ~ +Squander the stars in any number, + +Beasts, birds, trees, rocks, and all such lumber, +Fire, water, darkness, Day and Night! + +Thus, in our booth’s contracted sphere, + +The circle of Creation will appear, + +And move, as we deliberately impel, + + +From Heaven, across the World, to Heli !7 +1° + + + + + +PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN: + + +THE Lorp. THE HEaventy Hosts. Aféer- +wards MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +(Zhe THREE ARCHANGELS come forward.) + + +RAPHAEL. + + +HE sun-orb sings, in emulation, +’Mid brother-spheres, his ancient round: + +His path predestined through Creation +He ends with step of thunder-sound. +The angels from his visage splendid +Draw power, whose measure none can say; +The lofty works, uncomprehended, +Are bright as on the earliest day. + + +GABRIEL. + + +And swift, and swift beyond conceiving, +The splendor of the world goes round, +Day’s Eden-brightness still relieving +The awful Night’s intense profound : +The ocean-tides in foam are breaking, +Against the rocks’ deep bases hurled, +And both, the spheric race partaking, +Eternal, swift, are onward whirled! + + +a FAUST. + + +MICHAEL. + + +_ And rival storms abroad are surging +From sea to land, from land to sea. +A chain of deepest action forging +Round all, in wrathful energy. +There flames a desolation, blazing +Before the Thunder’s crashing way: +Yet, Lord, Thy messengers are praising +The gentle movement of Thy Day. + + +THE THREE. + + +Though still by them uncomprehended, +From these the angels draw their power, +And all Thy works, sublime and splendid, +Are bright as in Creation’s hour.» + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Since Thou, O Lord, deign’st to approach again + +And ask us how we do, in manner kindest, + +And heretofore to meet myself wert fain, + +Among Thy menials, now, my face Thou findest. + +Pardon, this troop I cannot follow after '° + +With lofty speech, though by them scorned and spurned + +My pathos certainly would move Thy laughter, + +If Thou hadst not all merriment unlearned. + +Of suns and worlds I ’ve nothing to be quoted ; + +How men torment themselves, is all I ’ve noted. + +The little god o’ the world sticks to the same old wav, + +And is as whimsical as on Creation’s day. + +Life somewhat better might content him, + +But for the gleam of heavenly light which Thou has¢ +lent him: + +He calls it Reason — thence his power’s increased, + +To be far beastlier than any beast. + +Saving Thy Gracious Presence, he to me + + + + + + + + +PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. 4 + + +A long-legged grasshopper appears to be, + +That springing flies, and flying springs, + +And in the grass the same old ditty sings. +Would he still lay among the grass he grows in! +Each bit of dung he seeks, to stick his nose in. + + +THE LORD. +Hast thou, then, nothing more to mention ? +Com’st ever, thus, with ill intention? +Find’st nothing right on earth, eternally ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +No, Lord! I find things, there, still bad as they can be. +Man’s misery even to pity moves my nature ; +I’ve scarce the heart to plague the wretched creature. + + +THE LORD. +Know’st Faust? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +The Doctor Faust? + + +THE LORD. +My servant, he! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Forsooth! He serves you after strange devices : +No earthly meat or drink the fool suffices : + +His spirit’s ferment far aspireth ; + +Half conscious of his frenzied, crazed unrest, +The fairest stars from Heaven he requireth, +From Earth the highest raptures and the best, +And all the Near and Far that he desireth + +Fails to subdue the tumult of his breast. + + +THE LORD. + + +Though still confused his service unto Me, +I soon shall lead him to a clearer morning. + + + + + + + + +14 FAUST. + + +Sees not the gardener, even while buds his tree, +Both flower and fruit the future years adorning ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +What will you bet? There’s still a chance to gain him, +If unto me full leave you give, +Gently upon my road to train him! + + +THE LORD. + + +As long as he on earth shall live, + +So long I make no prohibition. + +While Man’s desires and aspirations stir, +He cannot choose but err."! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +My thanks! I find the dead no acquisition, + +And never cared to have them in my keeping. + +I much prefer the cheeks where ruddy blood is leaping, +And when a corpse approaches, close my house: + +It goes with me, as with the cat the mouse. + + +THE LORD. + + +Enough! What thou hast asked is granted. +Turn off this spirit from his fountain-head ; + +To trap him, let thy snares be planted, + +And him, with thee, be downward led; + +Then stand abashed, when thou art forced to say: +A good man, through obscurest aspiration, + +Has still an instinct of the one true way." + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Agreed! But ’t is a short probation. + +About my bet I feel no trzpidation. + +If I fulfil my expectation, + +You ’ll let me triumph with a swelling breast: + + + + + +PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. 15 + + +Dust shall he eat, and with a zest, +As did a certain snake, my near relation. + + +THE LORD. + + +Therein thou ’rt free, according to thy merits ; +The like of thee have never moved My hate. + +Of all the bold, denying Spirits, + +The waggish knave least trouble doth create. +Man’s active nature, flagging, seeks too soon the level; +Unqualified repose he learns to crave; + +Whence, willingly, the comrade him I gave, +Who works, excites, and must create, as Devil. +But ye, God’s sons in love and duty,'3 + +Enjoy the rich, the ever-living Beauty ! + +Creative Power, that works eternal schemes, +Clasp you in bonds of love, relaxing never, + +And what in wavering apparition gleams + +Fix in its place with thoughts that stand forever ! + + +(Heaven closes: the ARCHANGELS separate.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (so/us). + + +I like, at times, to hear The Ancient’s word, +And have a care to be most civil: + +It ’s really kind of such a noble Lord + +So humanly to gossip with the Devil! + + + + + + + + +FIRST PART OF THE TRAGEDY. + + +I. + + +NIGHT. + + +\4 lofty-arched, narrow, Gothic chamber. FAUST, in a +chair at his desk, restless.) + + +FAUST.* + + +I 'VE studied now Philosophy +And Jurisprudence, Medicine, — +And even, alas! Theology, — +From end to end, with labor keen; +And here, poor fool! with all my lore +I stand, no wiser than before: +I ’m Magister — yea, Doctor — hight, +And straight or cross-wise, wrong or right, +These ten years long, with many woes, +I ’ve led my scholars by the nose, — +And see, that nothing can be known! +That knowledge cuts me to the bone. +I’m cleverer, true, than those fops of teachers, +Doctors and Magisters, Scribes and Preachers ; +Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me, +Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me. +For this, all pleasure am I foregoing ; +I do not pretend to aught worth knowing, + + + + + +18 FAUST, + + +I do not pretend I could be a teacher +To help or convert a fellow-creature. +Then, too, I ’ve neither lands nor gold, +Nor the world’s least pomp or honor hold — +No dog would endure such a curst existence! +Wherefore, from Magic I seek assistance, + +' That many a secret perchance I reach +Through spirit-power and spirit-speech, +And thus the bitter task forego +Of saying the things I do not know, — +That I may detect the inmost force +Which binds the world, and guides its course; +Its germs, productive powers explore, +And rummage in empty words no more! + + +_O full and splendid Moon, whom I +Have, from this desk, seen climb the sky +So many a midnight, — would thy glow +For the last time beheld my woe! +Ever thine eye, most mournful friend, +O’er books and papers saw me bend; +But would that I, on mountains grand, +Amid thy blessed light could stand, +With spirits through mountain-caverns hover, +Float in thy twilight the meadows over, +And, freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me, +To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me! + + +Ah, me! this dungeon still I see, + +This drear, accursed masonry, + +Where even the welcome daylight strains +But duskly through the painted panes. +Hemmed in by many a toppling heap + +Of books worm-eaten, gray with dust, +Which to the vaulted ceiling creep, + + +SCENE I. 19 + + +Against the smoky paper thrust, — +With glasses, boxes, round me stacked, +And instruments together hurled, +Ancestral lumber, stuffed and packed — +Such is my world: and what a world! + + +And do I ask, wherefore my heart +Falters, oppressed with unknown needs? +Why some inexplicable smart + +All movement of my life impedes ? + +Alas! in living Nature’s stead, + +Where God His human creature set, + +In smoke and mould the fleshless dead +And bones of beasts surround me yet! + + +Fly! Up, and seek the broad, free land! *s +And this one Book of Mystery + +From Nostradamus’ very hand,"* + +Is ’t not sufficient company ? + +When I the starry courses know, + +And Nature’s wise instruction seek, +With light of power my soul shall glow, +As when to spirits spirits speak. + +’T is vain, this empty brooding here, +Though guessed the holy symbols be: +Ye, Spirits, come — ye hover near — +Oh, if you hear me, answer me! + + +fle opens the Book, and perceives the sign of the Macvrocosm. yn + + +Ha! what a sudden rapture leaps from this + +I view, through all my senses swiftly flowing ! +i feel a youthful, holy, vital bliss + +{n every vein and fibre newly glowing. + +Was it a God, who traced this sign, + +With calm across my tumult stealing, + + + + + +20 FAUST. + + +My troubled heart to joy unsealing, + +With impulse, mystic and divine, + +The powers of Nature here, around my path, revealing? +Am I a God?— so clear mine eyes! + +In these pure features I behold + +Creative Nature to my soul unfold. + +What says the sage, now first I recognize: +“‘ The spirit-world no closures fasten; + +Thy sense is shut, thy heart is dead: +Disciple, up! untiring, hasten + +To bathe thy breast in morning-red!” + + +(He contemplates the sign.) + + +How each the Whole its substance gives, + +Each in the other works and lives! + +Like heavenly forces rising and descending, + +Their golden urns reciprocally lending, + +With wings that winnow blessing + +From Heaven through Earth I see them pressing, +Filling the All with harmony unceasing! + +How grand a show! but, ah! a show alone. + +Thee, boundless Nature, how make thee my own? +Where you, ye breasts? Founts of all Being, shining, +Whereon hang Heaven’s and Earth’s desire, +Whereto our withered hearts aspire, — + +Ye flow, ye feed: and am I vainly pining? + + +(He turns the leaves impatiently, and perceives the sign of the +Earth-Spirit.)*® + +How otherwise upon me works this sign! + +Thou, Spirit of the Earth, art nearer: + +Even now my powers are loftier, clearer; + +I glow, as drunk with new-made wine: + +New strength and heart to meet the world incite me, + +The woe of earth, the bliss of earth, invite me, + + +SCENE I. 21 + + +And though the shock of storms may smite me, + +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, — red, angry rays are darting + +Around my head ! — There falls + +A horror from the vaulted roof, + +And seizes me! + +I feel thy presence, 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, absorb, exhaust me: + +Thou must! thou must! and though my life it cost me! + + +(He seizes the book, and mysteriously pronounces the sign of the +Spirit. A ruddy flame flashes: the Spirit appears in the +flame.) + + +Who calls me? + + +SPIRIT. + + +FAUST (with averted head). +Terrible to see! + + +SPIRIT. + + +Me hast thou long with might attracted, +Long from my sphere thy food exacted, + + +And now — +FAUST. + + +Woe! I endure not thee! + + +SPIRIT. +To view me is thine aspiration, +My voice to hear, my countenance to see; + + +22 FAUST. + + +Thy powerful yearning moveth me, + +Here am I !— what mean perturbation + +Thee, superhuman, shakes? Thy soul’s high calling, +where? + +Where is the breast, which from itself a world did bear, + +And shaped and cherished — which with joy expanded, + +To be our peer, with us, the Spirits, banded ? + +Where art thou, Faust, whose voice has pierced to me, + +Who towards me pressed with all thine energy? + +He art thou, who, my presence breathing, seeing, + +Trembles through all the depths of being, + +A writhing worm, a terror-stricken form ? + + +FAUST. + + +Thee, form of flame, shall I then fear? +Yes, I am Faust: I am thy peer! + + +SPIRIT. + + +In the tides of Life, in Action’s storm,» + +A fluctuant wave, + +A shuttle free, + +Birth and the Grave, + +An eternal sea, + +A weaving, flowing + +Life, all-glowing, +Thus at Time’s humming loom ’t is my hand prepares +The garment of Life which the Deity wears ! + + +FAUST. + + +Thou, who around the wide world wendest, +Thou busy Spirit, how near I feel to thee! + + +SPIRIT. + + +Thou ’rt like the Spirit which thou comprehendest, + + +Not me! +( Disappears.) + + +SCENE J. 23 + + +PAUST (overwhelmed). +Not thee! + + +Whom thcn? +I, image of the Godhead! +Not even like thee! + +(A knock.) + + +O Death! — I know it —’t is my Famulus! +My fairest luck finds no fruition: + +In all the fulness of my vision + +The soulless sneak disturbs me thus! + + +{Znter WAGNER, in dressing-gown and night-cap,a lamp im +his hand. Faust turns impatiently.) + + +WAGNER.” + + +Pardon, I heard your declamation ; + +”T was sure an old Greek tragedy you read? +In such an art I crave some preparation, +Since now it stands one in good stead. + +I’ve often heard it said, a preacher + +Might learn, with a comedian for a teacher. + + +FAUST. + + +Yes, when the priest comedian is by nature, +As haply now and then the case may be. + + +WAGNER. + + +Ah, when one studies thus, a prisoned creature, +That scarce the world on holidays can see, — +Scarce through a glass, by rare occasion, + +How shall one lead it by persuasion? + + +FAUST. +You ‘ll ne’er attain it, save you know the feeling, +Save from the soul it rises clear, +Serene in primal strength, compelling + + +24 FA OST. + + +The hearts and minds of all who hear. + +You sit forever gluing, patching ; + +You cook the scraps from others’ fare ; + +And from your heap of ashes hatching + +A starveling flame, ye blow it bare! + +Take children’s, monkeys’ gaze admiring, + +If such your taste, and be content; + +But ne’er from heart to heart you ’ll speak inspiring, +Save your own heart is eloquent! + + +WAGNER. + + +Yet through delivery orators succeed ; +I feel that I am far behind, indeed. + + +FAUST. + + +Seek thou the honest recompense! + +Beware, a tinkling fool to be! + +With little art, clear wit and sense + +Suggest their own delivery ; + +And if thou ’rt moved to speak in earnest, + +What need, that after words thou yearnest? + +Yes, your discourses, with their glittering show, +Where ye for men twist shredded thought like paper, +Are unrefreshing as the winds that blow + +The rustling leaves through chill autumnal vapor! + + +WAGNER. + + +Ah, God! but Art is long, + +And Life, alas! is fleeting. + +And oft, with zeal my critic-duties meeting, +In head and breast there ’s something wrong. +How hard it is to compass the assistance +Whereby one rises to the source! + +And, haply, ere one travels half the course +Must the poor devil quit existence. + + +SCENE J. 25 + + +FAUST. + + +Is parchment, then, the holy fount before thee, + +A draught wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes ? + +No true refreshment can restore thee, + +Save what from thine own soul spontaneous breaks. + + +WAGNER. + + +Pardon! a great delight is granted + +When, in the spirit of the ages planted, + +We mark how, ere our time, a sage has thought, + +And then, how far his work, and grandly, we have +brought. + + +FAUST. + + +O yes, up to the stars at last! + +Listen, 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, +Wherein the Ages are reflected. + +So, oftentimes, you miserably mar it! - + +At the first glance who sees it runs away. +An offal-barrel and a lumber-garret, + +Or, at the best, a Punch-and-Judy play, +With maxims most pragmatical and hitting, +As in the mouths of puppets are befitting! + + +WAGNER. + + +But then, the world — the human heart and brain! +Of these one covets some slight apprehension. + + +FAUST. + + +Yes, of the kind which men attain! + +Who dares the child’s true name in public mention ? + +The few, who thereof something really learned, +VOL. I. 2 + + +6 FAUST. + + +Unwisely frank, with hearts that spurned concealing, +And to the mob laid bare each thought and feeling, +Have evermore been crucified and burned.*5 + +I pray you, Friend, ’t is now the dead of night; + +Our converse here must be suspended. + + +WAGNER. + + +I would have shared your watches with delight, + +That so our learned talk might be extended.* + +To-morrow, though, Ill ask, in Easter leisure, + +This and the other question, at your pleasure. + +Most zealously I seek for erudition : + +Much do I know — but to know all is my ambition. + +[2 rsh + +FAUST (solus). + +That brain, alone, not loses hope, whose choice is + +To stick in shallow trash forevermore, — + +Which digs with eager hand for buried ore, + +And, when it finds an angle-worm, rejoices! + + +Dare such a human voice disturb the flow, +Around me here, of spirit-presence fullest ? + +And yet, this once my thanks I owe + +To thee, of all earth’s sons the poorest, dullest! +For thou hast torn me from that desperate state +Which threatened soon to overwhelm my senses: +The apparition was so giant-great, + +It dwarfed and withered all my soul’s pretences! + + +I, image of the Godhead, who began — + +Deeming Eternal Truth secure in nearness — + +To sun myself in heavenly light and clearness, +And laid aside the earthly man;— + +], more than Cherub, whose free force had planned +To flow through Nature’s veins in glad pulsation, + + +SCENE 1. 27 + + +To reach beyond, enjoying in creation +The life of Gods, behold my expiation! +A thunder-word hath swept me from my stand.77 + + +With thee I dare not venture to compare me. +Though I possessed the power to draw thee near me, +The power to keep thee was denied my hand. +When that ecstatic moment held me, + +I felt myself so small,.so great; + +But thou hast ruthlessly repelled me + +Back upon Man’s uncertain fate. + +What shall I shun? Whose guidance borrow? +Shall I accept that stress and strife ? + +Ah! every deed of ours, no less than every sorrow, +Impedes the onward march of life. + + +Some alien substance more and more is cleaving + +To all the mind conceives of grand and fair ; + +When this world’s Good is won by our achieving, + +The Better, then, is named a cheat and snare. + +The fine emotions, whence our lives we mould, + +Lie in the earthly tumult dumb and cold. + +If hopeful Fancy once, in daring flight, + +Her longings to the Infinite expanded, + +Yet now a narrow space contents her quite, + +Since Time’s wild wave so many a fortune stranded. + +Care at the bottom of the heart is lurking: + +Her secret pangs in silence working, + +She, restless, rocks herself, disturbing joy and rest : + +In newer masks her face is ever drest, + +By turns as house and land, as wife and child, pre +sented, — + +As water, fire, as poison, steel : + +We dread the blows we never feel, + +Aud what we never lose is yet by us lamented ! + + + + + + + + + + + +28 FAUST. + + +1 am not like the Gods! That truth is felt too deep: +The worm am I, that in the dust doth creep, —- +That, while in dust it lives and seeks its bread, +Is crushed and buried by the wanderer’s tread. + + +Is not this dust, these walls within them hold, + +The hundred shelves, which cramp and chain me, + +The frippery, the trinkets thousand-fold, + +That in this mothy den restrain me? + +Here shall I find the help I need? + +Shall here a thousand volumes teach me only + +That men, self-tortured, everywhere must bleed, — + +And here and there one happy man sits lonely ?* + +What mean’st thou by that grin, thou hollow skull, + +Save that thy brain, like mine, a cloudy mirror, + +Sought once the shining day, and then, in twilight dull, + +Thirsting for Truth, went wretchedly to Error? + +Ye instruments, forsooth, but jeer at me + +With wheel and cog, and shapes uncouth of wonder ; + +I found the portal, you the keys should be; + +Your wards are deftly wrought, but drive no bolts +asunder ! + +Mysterious even in open day, + +Nature retains her veil, despite our clamors: + +That which she doth not willingly display + +Cannot be wrenched from her with levers, screws, and +hammers. + +Ye ancient tools, whose use I never knew, + +Here, since my father used ye, still ye moulder: + +Thou, ancient scroll, hast worn thy smoky hue + +Since at this desk the dim lamp wont to smoulder. + +’T were better far, had I my little idly spent, + +Than now to sweat beneath its burden, I confess it! + +What from your fathers’ heritage is lent, + +Earn it anew, to really possess it!» + + +SCENE I. 29 + + +What serves not, is a sore impediment : +The Moment’s need creates the thing to serve and bless +it! + + +Yet, wherefore turns my gaze to yonder point so lightly ? +Is yonder flask a magnet for mine eyes ? + +Whence, all around me, glows the air so brightly, + +As when in woods at night the mellow moonbeam lies? + + +I hail thee, wondrous, rarest vial! + +I take thee down devoutly, for the trial: +Man’s art and wit I venerate in thee. + +Thou summary of gentle slumber-juices, +Essence of deadly finest powers and uses, +Unto thy master show thy favor free! + +I see thee, and the stings of pain diminish ; +I grasp thee, and my struggles slowly finish: +My spirit’s flood-tide ebbeth more and more. +Out on the cpen ocean speeds my dreaming ; +The glassy flood before my feet is gleaming, +A new day beckons to a newer shore! + + +A fiery chariot, borne on buoyant pinions, + +Sweeps near me now! I soon shall ready be + +To pierce the ether’s high, unknown dominions, + +To reach new spheres of pure activity ! + +This godlike rapture, this supreme existence, + +Do I, but now a worm, deserve to track? + +Yes, resolute to reach some brighter distance, + +On Earth’s fair sun | turn my back !3* + +Yes, let me dare those gates to fling asunder, + +Which every man would fain go slinking by! + +’T is time, through deeds this word of truth to thunder: +That with the height of Gods Man’s dignity may vie! +Nor from that gloomy gulf to shrink affrighted, + + +30 FAUST. + + +Where Fancy doth herself to self-born pangs compel, — + +To struggle toward that pass benighted, + +Around whose narrow mouth flame all the fires o: +Hell, — + +To take this step with cheerful resolution, + +Though Nothingness should be the certain, swift con- +clusion ! + + +And now come down, thou cup of crystal clearest! +Fresh from thine ancient cover thou appearest, +So many years forgotten to my thought ! +Thou shon’st at old ancestral banquets cheery, +The solemn guests thou madest merry, +When one thy wassail to the other brought. +The rich and skilful figures o’er thee wrought, +The drinker’s duty, rhyme-wise to explain them, +Or in one breath below the mark to drain them, +From many a night of youth my memory caught. +Now to a neighbor shall I pass thee never, +Nor on thy curious art to test my wit endeavor: +Here is a juice whence sleep is swiftly born. +It fills with browner flood thy crystal hollow ; +I chose, prepared it: thus I follow, — +With all my soul the final drink I swallow, +A solemn festal cup, a greeting to the morn! + +(He sets the goblet to his mouth, + + +(Chime of bells and choral song.) + + +CHORUS OF ANGELS.* +Christ is arisen! + +Joy to the Mortal One, +Whom the unmerited, +Clinging, inherited +Needs did imprison. + + +SCENE I. 31 + + +FAUST. + + +What hollow humming, what a sharp, clear stroke, + +Drives from my lip the goblet’s, at their meeting ? + +Announce the booming bells already woke + +The first glad hour of Easter’s festal greeting? + +Ye choirs, have ye begun the sweet, consoling chant, + +Which, through the night of Death, the angels minis- +trant + +Sang, God’s new Covenant repeating ? + + +CHORUS OF WOMEN. + + +With spices and precious +Balm, we arrayed him; +Faithful and gracious, + +We tenderly laid him: + +Linen to bind him + +Cleanlily wound we: + +Ah! when we would find him, +Christ no more found we! + + +CHORUS OF ANGELS. + + +Christ is ascended ! + +Bliss hath invested him, — +Woes that molested him, +Trials that tested him, +Gloriously ended! + + +FAUST. +Why, here in dust, entice me with your spell, +Ye gentle, powerful sounds of Heaven? +Peal rather there, where tender natures dwell. +Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; +The dearest child of Faith is Miracle. +I venture not to soar to yonder regions +Whence the glad tidings hither float ; + + +32 FAUST. + + +And yet, from childhood up familiar with the note, + +To Life it now renews the old allegiance. + +Once Heavenly Love sent down a burning kiss + +Upon my brow, in Sabbath silence holy ; + +And, filled with mystic presage, chimed the church-bell +slowly, + +And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss.3 + +A sweet, uncomprehended yearning + +Drove forth my feet through woods and meadows free, + +And while a thousand tears were burning, + +I felt a world arise for me. + +These chants, to youth and all its sports appealing, + +Proclaimed the Spring’s rejoicing holiday ; + +And Memory holds me now, with childish feeling, + +Back from the last, the solemn way. + +Sound on, ye hymns of Heaven, so sweet and miid! + +My tears gush forth: the Earth takes back her child! + + +CHORUS OF DISCIPLES. + + +Has He, victoriously, +Burst from the vaulted +Grave, and all-gioriously +Now sits exalted ? + +Is He, in glow of birth, +Rapture creative near ? ¥ +Ah! to the woe of earth +Still are we native here. +We, his aspiring +Followers, Him we miss ; +Weeping, desiring, +Master, Thy bliss! + + +CHORUS OF ANGELS. + + +Christ is arisen, +Out of Corruption’s womb: + + + + + +SCENE 1. + + +Burst ye the prison, + +Break from your gloom ! +Praising and picading him, +Lovingly needing him, +Brotherly feeding him, +Preaching and speeding him, +Blessing, succeeding Him, +Thus is the Master near, — +Thus is He here! + + +34 FAUST. + + +II. +BEFORE THE CITY-GATE.ss + + +(Pedestrians of all kinds come forth.) + + +SEVERAL APPRENTICES. +W HY do you go that way? + + +OTHERS. +We're for the Hunters’-lodge, to-day. + + +THE FIRST. +We'll saunter to the Mill, in yonder hollow. + + +AN APPRENTICE. +Go to the River Tavern, I should say. + + +SECOND APPRENTICE. +But then, it’s not a pleasant way. + + +THE OTHERS. +And what will you ? + + +A THIRD. +As goes the crowd, I follow. + + +A FOURTH. +Come up to Burgdorf ? There you'll find good cheer, +The finest lasses and the best of beer, +And jolly rows and squabbles, trust me! + + +I + + +SCENE JI. 35 + + +A FIFTH. + + +You swaggering fellow, is your hide +A third time itching to be tried ? +I won’t go there, your jolly rows disgust me ! + + +SERVANT-GIRL. +No,—no! I’ll turn and go to town again. + + +ANOTHER. +We'll surely find him by those poplars yonder. + + +THE FIRST. +That ’s no great luck for me, ’t is plain. +You ’ll have him, when and where you wander: +His partner in the dance you ’ll be, — +But what is all your fun to me ? + + +THE OTHER. + + +He’s surely not alone to-day: +He ’ll be with Curly-head, I heard him say. + + +A STUDENT. +Deuce ! how they step, the buxom wenches ! +Come, Brother! we must see them to the benches. +A strong, old beer, a pipe that stings and bites, +A girl in Sunday clothes, — these three are my delights + + +CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER. + + +Just see those handsome fellows, there ! +It’s really shameful, I declare ; — + +To follow servant-girls, when they + +Might have the most genteel society to-day! + + +SECOND STUDENT (fo the First). + + +Not quite so fast! Two others come behind, — +Those, dressed so prettily and neatly. + + +36 FAUST. + + +My neighbor ’s one of them, I find, + +A girl that takes my heart, completety. +They go their way with looks demure, +But they ’ll accept us, after all, I’m sure. + + +THE FIRST. + + +No, Brother! not for me their formal ways. +Quick! lest our game escape us in the press: +The hand that wields the broom on Saturdays +Will best, on Sundays, fondle and caress. + + +CITIZEN. + + +He suits me not at all, our new-made Burgomaster ! +Since he’s installed, his arrogance grows faster. +How has he helped the town, I say? + +Things worsen, — what improvement names he? +Obedience, more than ever, claims he, + +And more than ever we must pay ! + + +BEGGAR (sings). +Good gentlemen and lovely ladies, +So red of cheek and fine of dress, +Behold, how needful here your aid is, +And see and lighten my distress ! +Let me not vainly sing my ditty ; +He’s only glad who gives away : +A holiday, that shows your pity, +Shall be for me a harvest-day ! + + +ANOTHER CITIZEN. e + + +On Sundays, holidays, there ’s naught I take delight in, +Like gossiping of war, and war’s array, + +When down in Turkey, far away, + +The foreign people are a-fighting. + +One at the window sits, with glass and friends, + + +SCENE II. 37 + + +And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding: +And blesses then, as home he wends +At night, our times of peace abiding. + + +THIRD CITIZEN. +Yes, Neighbor! that’s my notion, too: +Why, let them break their heads, let loose their passions, +And mix things madly through and through, +So, here, we keep our good old fashions ! + + +OLD WOMAN (fo the Citizen's Daughter). +Dear me, how fine! So handsome, and so young! +Who would n’t lose his heart, that met you? +Don’t be so proud! 1 ll hold my tongue, +And what you ’d like I ’ll undertake to get you. + + +CITIZEN’S DAUGHTER. + + +Come, Agatha! I shun the witch’s sight + +Before folks, lest there be misgiving : + +’T is true, she showed me, on Saint Andrew’s Night, +My future sweetheart, just as he were living. + + +THE OTHER. + + +She showed me mine, in crystal clear,” + +With several wild young blades, a soldier-lover : +I seek him everywhere, I pry and peer, + +And yet, somehow, his face I can’t discover. + + +SOLDIERS. + + +Castles, with lofty +Ramparts and towers, +Maidens disdainful +In Beauty’s array, +Both shall be ours! +Bold is the venture, +Splendid the pay! + + +38 FAUST. + + +Lads, let the trumpets +For us be suing, — +Calling to pleasure, +Calling to ruin. +Stormy our life is ; +Such is its boon! +Maidens and castles +Capitulate soon. + +Bold is the venture, +Splendid the pay! +And the soldiers go marching, +Marching away! + + +FAUST AND WAGNER. + + +FAUST. + + +Released from ice are brook and river #* + +By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring; +The colors of hope to the valley cling, + +And weak old Winter himself must shiver. +Withdrawn to the mountains, a crownless king: +Whence, ever retreating, he sends again +Impotent showers of sleet that darkle + +In belts across the green o’ the plain. + +But the sun will permit no white to sparkle; +Everywhere form in development moveth : + +He will brighten the world with the tints he loveth, +And, lacking blossoms, blue, yellow, and red, + +He takes these gaudy people instead. + +Turn thee about, and from this height + +Back on the town direct thy sight. + +Out of the hollow, gloomy gate, + +The motley throngs come forth elate: + +Each will the joy of the sunshine hoard, + +To honor the Day of the Risen Lord! + + + + + +SCENE I. 39 + + +They feel, themselves, their resurrection : +From the low, dark rooms, scarce habitable ; +From the bonds of Work, from Trade’s restriction; +From the pressing weight of roof and gable ; +From the narrow, crushing streets and alleys ; +From the churches’ solemn and reverend night, +All come forth to the cheerful light. + +How lively, see! the multitude sallies, +Scattering through gardens and fields remote, +While over the river, that broadly dallies, +Dances so many a festive boat; +*And overladen, nigh to sinking, + +The last full wherry takes the stream. + +Yonder afar, from the hill-paths blinking, +Their clothes are colors that softly gleam. + +I hear the noise of the village, even; + +Here is the People’s proper Heaven; + +Here high and low contented see ! + +Here I am Man, — dare man to be! + + +WAGNER. + + +To stroll with you, Sir Doctor, flatters ; + +'T is honor, profit, unto me. + +But I, alone, would shun these shallow matters. +Since all that ’s coarse provokes my enmity. + +This fiddling, shouting, ten-pin rolling + +I hate, — these noises of the throng: + +They rave, as Satan were their sports controlling, +And call it mirth, and call it song! + + +PEASANTS, UNDER THE LINDEN-TREE. +(Dance and Song.) +All for the dance the shepherd dressed,» +In ribbons, wreath, and gayest vest +Himself with care arraying: + + +40 + + +FAUST. + + +Around the linden lass and lad +Already footed it like mad: +Hurrah! hurrah! +Hurrah — tarara-la ! +The fiddle-bow was playing. + + +He broke the ranks, no whit afraid, +And with his elbow punched a maid, +Who stood, the dance surveying: +The buxom wench, she turned and said: +‘“‘ Now, you I call a stupid-head!” +Hurrah! hurrah! +Hurrah — tarara-la ! +“ Be decent while you ’re staying!” + + +Then round the circle went their flight, +They danced to left, they danced to right : +Their kirtles all were playing. +They first grew red, and then grew warm, +And rested, panting, arm in arm, — +Hurrah! hurrah! +Hurrah — tarara-la! +And hips and elbows straying. + + +Now, don’t be so familiar here! +How many a one has fooled his dear, +Waylaying and betraying! +And yet, he coaxed her soon aside, +And round the linden sounded wide: +Hurrah! hurrah! +Hurrah — tarara-la! +And the fiddle-bow was playing. + + +OLD PEASANT. +Sir Doctor, it is good of you,” +That thus you condescend, to-day, + + +SCENE I. 41 + + +Among this crowd of merry folk, + +A highly-learned man, to stray. + +Then also take the finest can, + +We fill with fresh wine, for your sake: +I offer it, and humbly wish + +That not alone your thirst it slake, — +That, as the drops below its brink, + +So many days of life you drink! + + +FAUST. + + +I take the cup you kindly reach, +With thanks and health to all and each. + + +(Zhe People gather in a circle about him.) + + +OLD PEASANT. + + +In truth, ’t is well and fitly timed, +That now our day of joy you share, +Who heretofore, in evil days, + +Gave us so much of helping care. +Still many a man stands living here, +Saved by your father’s skilful hand, +That snatched him from the fever’s rage +And stayed the plague in all the land. +Then also you, though but a youth,# +Went into every house of pain: +Many the corpses carried forth, + +But you in health came out again. + +No test or trial you evaded : + +A Helping God the helper aided. + + +ALL. + + +Health to the man, so skilled and tried, +That for our help he long may bide! + + +42 FAUST. + + +FAUST. + + +To Him above bow down, my friends, +Who teaches help, and succor sends! + + +(He goes on with WAGNER.) + + +WAGNER. + + +With what a feeling, thou great man, must thou +Receive the people’s honest veneration! + +How lucky he, whose gifts his station + +With such advantages endow! + +Thou ’rt shown to all the younger generation : +Fach asks, and presses near to gaze ; + +The fiddie stops, the dance delays. + +Thou goest, they stand in rows to see, + +And all the caps are lifted high ; + +A little more, and they would bend the knee +As if the Holy Host came by. + + +FAUST. + + +A few more steps ascend, as far as yonder stone! — + +Here from our wandering will we rest contented. + +Here, lost in thought, I ’ve lingered oft alone, + +When foolish fasts and prayers my life tormented. + +Here, rich in hope and firm in faith, + +With tears, wrung hands and sighs, I ’ve striven, + +The end of that far-spreading death + +Entreating from the Lord of Heaven! + +Now like contempt the crowd’s applauses seem: + +Couldst thou but read, within mine inmost spirit, + +How little now I deem + +That sire or son such praises merit! + +My father’s was a sombre, brooding brain, + +Which through the holy spheres of Nature groped and +wandered, + + + + + + + + +SCENE II. 43 + + +And honestly, in his own fashion, pondered + +With Jabor whimsical, and pain: + +Who, in his dusky work-shop bending, + +With proved adepts in company, + +Made, from his recipes unending, + +Opposing substances agree. + +There was a Lion red, a wooer daring,” + +Within the Lily’s tepid bath espoused, + +And both, tormented then by flame unsparing, + +By turns in either bridal chamber housed. + +If then appeared, with colors splendid, + +The young Queen in her crystal shell, + +This was the medicine — the patients’ woes soon ended, +And none demanded: who got well ? + +Thus we, our hellish boluses compounding, + +Among these vales and hills surrounding, + +Worse than the pestilence, have passed. + +Thousands were done to death from poison of my giving; +And I must hear, by all the living, + +The shameless murderers praised at last! + + +WAGNER. + + +Why, therefore, yield to such depression ? + +A good man does his honest share + +In exercising, with the strictest care, + +The art bequeathed to his possession! + +Dost thou thy father honor, as a youth? + +Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee : +Dost thou, as man, increase the stores of truth ? +Then may thine own son afterwards excel thee. + + +FAUST. + + +O happy he, who still renews +The hope, from Error’s deeps to rise forever ! +That which one does not know, one needs to use ; + + + + + +44 FAUST. + + +And what one knows, one uses never. + +But let us not, by such despondence, so + +The fortune of this hour embitter ! + +Mark how, beneath the evening sunlight’s glow, + +The green-embosomed houses glitter! + +The glow retreats, done is the day of toil, + +It yonder hastes, new fields of life exploring ; + +Ah, that no wing can lift me from the soil, + +Upon its track to follow, follow soaring ! + +Then would I see eternal Evening gild + +The silent world beneath me glowing, + +On fire each mountain-peak, with peace each valley +filled, + +The silver brook to golden rivers flowing. + +The mountain-chain, with all its gorges deep, + +Would then no more impede my godlike motion ; + +And now before mine eyes expands the ocean + +With all its bays, in shining sleep! + +Yet, finally, the weary god is sinking ; + +The new-born impulse fires my mind, — + +I hasten on, his beams eternal drinking, + +The Day before me and the Night behind, + +Above me heaven unfurled, the floor of waves beneath +me, — + +A glorious dream! though now the glories fade. + +Alas ! the wings that lift the mind no aid + +Of wings to lift the body can bequeath me. + +Yet in each soul is born the pleasure + +Of yearning onward, upward and away, + +When o’er our heads, lost in the vaulted azure, + +The lark sends down his flickering lay, — + +When over crags and piny highlands + +The poising eagle slowly soars, + +And over plains and lakes and islands + +The crane sails by to other shores. + + + + + + + + +SCENE I. 45 + + +WAGNER. +I've had, myself, at times, some odd caprices, +But never yet such impulse felt, as this is. +One soon fatigues, on woods and fields to look, +Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spare us: +How otherwise the mental raptures bear us +From page to page, from book to book! +Then winter nights take loveliness untold, +As warmer life in every limb had crowned you ; +And when your hands unroll some parchment rare and +old, +All Heaven descends, and opens bright around you! . + + +FAUST. + + +One impulse art thou conscious of, at best; + +O, never seek to know the other! + +Two souls, alas! reside within my breast, + +And each withdraws from, and repels, its brother. +One with tenacious organs holds in love + +And clinging lust the world in its embraces ; + +The other strongly sweeps, this dust above, + +Into the high ancestral spaces. + +If there be airy spirits near, + +’T wixt Heaven and Earth on potent errands fleeing, +Let them drop down the golden atmosphere, + +And bear me forth to new and varied being! + +Yea, if a magic mantle once were mine, + +To waft me o’er the world at pleasure, + +I would not for the costliest stores of treasure — +Not for a monarch’s robe — the gift resign. + + +WAGNER. +Invoke not thus the well-known throng, +Which through the firmament diffused is faring, +And danger thousand-fold, our race to wrong, + + + + + +46 FAUST. + + +In every quarter is preparing. + +Swift from the North the spirit-fangs so sharp“ +Sweep down, and with their barbéd points assail you; +Then from the East they come, to dry and warp +Your lungs, till breath and being fail you: + +If from the Desert sendeth them the South, + +With fire on fire your throbbing forehead crowning, +The West leads on a host, to cure the drouth + +Only when meadow, field, and you are drowning. +They gladly hearken, prompt for injury, — + +Gladly obey, because they gladly cheat us; + +From Heaven they represent themselves to be, +And lisp like angels, when with lies they meet us +But, let us go! ’T is gray and dusky all: + +The air is cold, the vapors fall. + +At night, one learns his house to prize : — + +Why stand you thus, with such astonished eyes? +What, in the twilight, can your mind so trouble ? + + +FAUST. + + +Seest thou the black dog coursing there, through corn +and stubble ?4s + + +WAGNER. +Long since: yet deemed him not important in the least. + + +FAUST. +Inspect him close: for what tak’st thou the beast? + + +WAGNER. + + +Why, for a poodle who has lost his master, +And scents about, his track to find. + + +FAUST. + + +Seest thou the spiral circles, narrowing faster, +Which he, approaching, round us seems to wind? + + +SCENE II. 47 + + +A streaming trail of fire, if I see rightly, +Follows his path of mystery. +WAGNER. + + +It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly ; +Naught but a plain black poodle do I see. + + +FAUST. + + +It seems to me that with enchanted cunning +He snares our feet, some future chain to bind. + + +WAGNER. + + +I see him timidly, in doubt, around us running, +Since, in his master’s stead, two strangers doth he find + + +FAUST. +The circle narrows: he is near! + + +WAGNER. + + +A dog thou seest, and not a phantom, here! +Behold him stop — upon his belly crawl — +His tail set wagging: canine habits, all! + + +FAUST. +Come, follow us! Come here, at least! + + +WAGNER. +*T is the absurdest, drollest beast. +Stand still, and you will see him wait; +Address him, and he gambols straight ; +If something ’s lost, he’ll quickly bring it, — +Your cane, if in the stream you fling it. + + +FAUST. + + +No doubt you’re right: no trace of mind, I own, +Is in the beast: I see but drill, alone. + + + + + +48 + + +FAUST. + + +WAGNER. +The dog, when he’s well educated, +Is by the wisest tolerated. +Yes, he deserves your favor thoroughly, — +The clever scholar of the students, he! + + +( They pass in the city-gate.) + + + + + +SCENE Ill. 49 + + +IIT. +THE STUDY. + + +FAUST. +(Entering, with the poodle.) +EHIND me, field and meadow sleeping, +I leave in deep, prophetic night, + +Within whose dread and holy keeping +The better soul awakes to light. . +The wild desires no longer win us, +The deeds of passion cease to chain; +The love of Man revives within us, +The love of God revives again. + + +Be still, thou poodle! 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. + +As thou, up yonder, with running and leaping +Amused us hast, on the mountain’s crest, + +So now I take thee into my keeping, + +A welcome, but also a silent, guest. + + +Ah, when, within our narrow chamber +The lamp with friendly lustre glows, +Flames in the breast each faded ember, +And in the heart, itself that knows. +Then Hope again lends sweet assistance, +And Reason then resumes her speech : +One yearns, the rivers of existence, +The very founts of Life, to reach. + +VOL. I. 3 D + + +50 FAUST. + + +Snarl not, poodle! To the sound that rises, +The sacred tones that my soul embrace, +This bestial noise is out of place. + +We are used to see, that Man despises + +What he never comprehends, + +And the Good and the Beautiful vilipends, +Finding them often hard to measure : + +Will the dog, like man, snarl Azs displeasure ? + + +But ah! I feel, though will thereto be stronger, +Contentment flows from out my breast no longer. +Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us, +And burning thirst again assail us ? + +Therein I ’ve borne so much probation! + +And yet, this want may be supplied us ; + +We call the Supernatural to guide us: + +We pine and thirst for Revelation, + +Which nowhere worthier is, more nobly sent, +Than here, in our New Testament. + +I feel impelled, its meaning to determine, — +With honest purpose, once for all, + +The hallowed Original + +To change to my beloved German. + + +(He opens a volume, and commences.) + + +’T is written: “In the Beginning was the Word.” # +Here am I balked: who, now, can help afford ? +The Word ? — impossible so high to rate it; + +And otherwise must | translate it, + +If by the Spirit I am truly taught. + +Then thus: “In the Beginning was the 7hought.” +This first line let me weigh completely, + +Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly. + +Is it the 7hoxght which works, creates, indeed ? +“In the Beginning was the Power,” I read. + + + + + + + + +SCENE. III. 51 + + +Yet, as 1 write, a warning is suggested, +That I the sense may not have fairly tested. +The Spirit aids me: now I see the light! +“In the Beginning was the Acé,” I write. + + +If I must share my chamber with thee, +Poodle, stop that howling, prithee! +Cease to bark and bellow! + +Such a noisy, disturbing fellow + +I'll no longer suffer near me. + +One of us, dost hear me! + +Must leave, I fear me. + +No longer guest-right I bestow ; + +The door is open, art free to go. + +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, + +With fiery eyes, teeth terrible to see: +O, now am I sure of thee! + +For all of thy half-hellish brood + +The Key of Solomon is good.¥ + + +SPIRITS (i the corridor). +Some one, within, is caught ! +Stay without, follow him not! +Like the fox in a snare, +Quakes the old hel-lynx there. +Take heed — look about! +Back and forth hover, + +Under and over, + + +52 + + +FA OST. + + +And he’!l work himself out. +If your aid can avail him, + +Let it not fail him ; + +For he, without measure, + +Has wrought for our pleasure. + + +FAUST. + + +First, to encounter the beast, +The Words of the Four be addressed: # +Salamander, shine glorious ! +Wave, Undine, as bidden! +Sylph, be thou hidden ! +Gnome, be laborious! + + +Who knows not their sense +(These elements), — + +Their properties + +And power not sees, — + +No mastery he inherits +Over the Spirits. + + +Vanish in flaming ether, +Salamander! + +Flow foamingly together, +Undine! + +Shine in meteor-sheen, + +Sylph! + +Bring help to hearth and shelf, +Incubus! Incubus! + +Step forward, and finish thus ‘ + + +Of the Four, no feature + +Lurks in the creature. + +Quiet he lies, and grins disdain : + +Not yet, it seems, have I given him pain. + + +SCENE Il. 53 + + +Now, to undisguise thee, +Hear me exorcise thee! +Art thou, my gay one, +Hell’s fugitive stray-one ? +The sign witness now, +Before which they bow, +The cohorts of Hell! + + +With hair all bristling, it begins to swell. + + +Base Being, hearest thou ? +Knowest and fearest thou + +The One, unoriginate,® + +Named inexpressibly, + +Through all Heaven impermeate, +Pierced irredressibly ! + + +Behind the stove still banned, + +See it, an elephant, expand! + +It fills the space entire, + +Mist-like melting, ever faster. + +*T is enough: ascend no higher, — + +Lay thyself at the feet of the Master ! +Thou seest, 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 ** + + +(ohsle the vapor is dissipating, steps forth from behind the stoun +in the costume of a Travelling Scholar). + + +Why such a noise? What are my lord’s commands? + + +54 FAUST. + + +FAUST. + + +This was the poodle’s real core, +A travelling scholar, then? The casus is diverting. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +The learned gentleman I bow before: +You ’ve made me roundly sweat, that ’s certain! + + +FAUST. +What is thy name? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +A question small, it seems, +For one whose mind the Word so much despises ; +Who, scorning all external gleams, +‘he depths of being only prizes. + + +FAUST. + + +With all you gentlemen, the name ’s a test, + +Whereby the nature usually is expressed. + +Clearly the latter it implies + +In names like Beelzebub, Destroyer, Father of Lies.* +Who art thou, then? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Part of that Power, not understood, +Which always wills the Bad, and always works the Good. + + +FAUST. +What hidden sense in this enigma lies? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I am the Spirit that Denies ! 53 +And justly so: for all things, from the Void +Called forth, deserve to be destroyed : + + + + + +SCENE III. 55 + + +*T were better, then, were naught created. +Thus, all which you as Sin have rated, — +Destruction, — aught with Evil blent, — +That is my proper element. + + +FAUST. +Thou nam’st thyself a part, yet show’st complete to me? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +The modest truth I speak to thee. + +If Man, that microcosmic fool, can see + +Himself a whole so frequently, + +Part of the Part am I, once All, in primal Night, — +Part of the Darkness which brought forth the Light, +The haughty Light, which now disputes the space, +And claims of Mother Night her ancient place. + +And yet, the struggle fails; since Light, howe’er it weaves, +Still, fettered, unto bodies cleaves : + +It flows from bodies, bodies beautifies ; + +By bodies is its course impeded ; + +And so, but little time is needed, + +I hope, ere, as the bodies die, it dies! + + +FAUST. + + +I see the plan thou art pursuing: +Thou canst not compass general ruin, +And hast on smaller scale begun. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +And truly ’t is not much, when all is done. + +That which to Naught is in resistance set, — + +The Something of this clumsy world, — has yet, +With all that I have undertaken, + +Not been by me disturbed or shaken: + +From earthquake, tempest, wave, volcano’s brand, + + +56 FAUST, + + +Back into quiet settle sea and land! + +And that damned stuff, the bestial, human brood, — +What use, in having that to play with? + +How many have I made away with! + +And ever circulates a newer, fresher blood. + +It makes me furious, such things beholding: +From Water, Earth, and Air unfolding, + +A thousand germs break forth and grow, + +In dry, and wet, and warm, and chilly ; + +And had I not the Flame reserved, why, really, +There ’s nothing special of my own to show! + + +FAUST. +So, to the actively eternal +Creative force, in cold disdain +You now oppose the fist infernal, +Whose wicked clench is all in vain! +Some other labor seek thou rather, +Queer Son of Chaos, to begin ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Well, we ’ll consider: thou canst gather +My views, when next I venture in. +Might I, perhaps, depart at present? + + +FAUST. +Why thou shouldst ask, I don’t perceive. +Though our acquaintance is so recent, +For further visits thou hast leave. +The window ’s here, the door is yonder ; +A chimney, also, you behold. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I must confess that forth I may not wander, | +My steps by one slight obstacle controlled, — +The wizard’s-foot, that on your threshold made is.5s + + +SCENE Til. 57 + + +FAUST. + + +The pentagram prohibits thee? + +Why, tell me now, thou Son of Hades, + +If that prevents, how cam’st thou in to me? +Could such a spirit be so cheated ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Inspect the thing: the drawing ’s not completed. +The outer angle, you may see, +Is open left — the lines don’t fit it. + + +FAUST. +‘Well, — Chance, this time, has fairly hit it! +And thus, thou ’rt prisoner to me? +It seems the business has succeeded. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +‘Che poodle naught remarked, as after mee he speeded; +But other aspects now obtain: +The Devil can’t get out again. + + +FAUST. +Try, then, the open window-pane ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +for Devils and for spectres this is law: +Where they have entered in, there also they withdraw. +The first is free to us; we’re governed by the second. + + +FAUST. +in Hell itself, then, laws are reckoned? +That’s well! So might a compact be +Made with you gentlemen —and binding, — surely ? +3* + + + + + +58 FAUST, + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +All that is promised shall delight thee purely; +No skinflint bargain shalt thou see. +But this is not of swift conclusion; +We'll talk about the matter soon. +And now, I do entreat this boon — +Leave to withdraw from my intrusion. + + +FAUST. + + +One moment more I ask thee to remain, +Some pleasant news, at least, to tell me. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Release me, now! I soon shall come again; +Then thou, at will, mayst question and compel me. + + +FAUST. + + +I have not snares around thee cast; + +Thyself bast led thyself into the meshes. + +Who traps the Devil, hold him fast! + +Not soon a second time he’ll catch a prey so precious. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +An’t please thee, also I’m content to stay, +And serve thee in a social station ; + +But stipulating, that I may + +With arts of mine afford thee recreation. + + +FAUST. +Thereto I willingly agree, +If the diversion pleasant be. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +My friend, thou ‘It win, past all pretences, +More in this hour to soothe thy senses, +Than in the year’s monotony. + + +SCENE Ill. 59 + + +That which the dainty spirits sing thee, +The lovely pictures they shall bring thee. +Are more than magic’s empty show. +Thy scent will be to bliss invited; + +Thy palate then with taste delighted, +Thy nerves of touch ecstatic glow! + +All unprepared, the charm I spin: +We're here together, so begin! + + +SPIRITS.* +Vanish, ye darkling +Arches above him! +Loveliest weather, +Born of blue ether, +Break from the sky ! +O that the darkling +Clouds had departed! +Starlight is sparkling, +Tranquiller-hearted +Suns are on high. +Heaven’s own children +In beauty bewildering, +Waveringly bending, +Pass as they hover ; +Longing unending +Follows them over. +They, with their glowing +Garments, out-flowing, +Cover, in going, +Landscape and bower, +Where, in seclusion, +Lovers are plighted, +Lost in illusion. + +Bower on bower! +Tendrils unblighted ! + + +60 + + +FAOST. + + +Lo! in a shower +Grapes that o’ercluster +Gush into must, or +Flow into rivers + +Of foaming and flashing +Wine, that is dashing +Gems, as it boundeth +Down the high places, +And spreading, surroundeth +With crystalline spaces, +In happy embraces, +Blossoming forelands, +Emerald shore-lands ! +And the winged races +Drink, and fly onward — +Fly ever sunward + +To the enticing + +Islands, that flatter, +Dipping and rising +Light on the water! +Hark, the inspiring +Sound of their quiring! +See, the entrancing +Whirl of their dancing ! +All in the air are + +Freer and fairer. + +Some of them scaling +Boldly the highlands, +Others are sailing, +Circling the islands ; +Others are flying ; +Life-ward all hieing, — +All for the distant + +Star of existent +Rapture and Love! + + + + + +SCENE 111. 61 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +He sleeps! Enough, ye fays! your airy number + +Have sung him truly into slumber : + +For this performance I your debtor prove. — + +Not yet art thou the man, to catch the Fiend and hold +him !— + +With fairest images of dreams infold him, + +Plunge him in seas of sweet untruth! + +Yet, for the threshold’s magic which controlled him, + +The Devil needs a rat’s quick tooth. + +I use no lengthened invocation : + +Here rustles one that soon will work my liberation. + + +The lord of rats and eke of mice, + +Of flies and bed-bugs, frogs and lice, + +Summons thee hither to the door-sill, + +To gnaw it where, with just a morsel + +Of oil, he paints the spot for thee : — + +There com’st thou, hopping on to me! + +To work, at once! The point which made me craven + +Is forward, on the ledge, engraven. + +Another bite makes free the door : + +So, dream thy dreams, O Faust, until we meer unce +more ! + + +FAUST (aweaking). + + +Am I again so foully cheated ? + +Remains there naught of lofty spirit-sway, +But that a dream the Devil counterfeited, +And that a poodle ran away? + + +62 FACST. + + +IV. + + +THE STUDY. +FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +FAUST. +A KNOCK? Comein! Again my quiet broken ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +‘Tis I! +FAUST. +Come in! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Thrice must the words be spoken. + + +FAUST. +Come in, then! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Thus thou pleasest me. +I hope we ’Il suit each other well ; +For now, thy vapors to dispel, +I come, a squire of high degree,57 +In scarlet coat, with golden trimming, +A cloak in silken lustre swimming, +A tall cock’s-feather in my hat, +A long, sharp sword for show or quarrel, — +And I advise thee, brief and flat, + + + + + +SCENE IV. 63 + + +To don the self-same gay apparel, +That, from this den released, and free, +Life be at last revealed to thee ! + + +FAUST. + + +This life of earth, whatever my attire, + +Would pain me in its wonted fashion.* + +Too old am I to play with passion ; + +Too young, to be without desire. + +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, — + +That unrelieved, our whole life long, + +Each hour, in passing, hoarsely sings. + +In very terror I at morn awake, + +Upon the verge of bitter weeping, + +To see the day of disappointment break, + +To no one hope of mine — not one — its promise keep- +ing :— + +That even each joy’s presentiment + +With wilful cavil would diminish, + +With grinning masks of life prevent + +My mind its fairest work to finish! + +Then, too, when night descends, how anxiously + +Upon my couch of sleep I lay me: + +There, also, comes no rest to me,” + +But some wild dream is sent to fray me. + +The God that in my breast is owned + +Can deeply stir the inner sources ; + +The God, above my powers enthroned, + +He cannot change external forces. + +So, by the burden of my days oppressed, + +Death is desired, and Life a thing unblest! + + + + + +64 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +And yet is never Death a wholly welcome guest. + + +FAUST. + + +O fortunate, for whom, when victory glances, +The bloody laurels on the brow he bindeth ! +Whom, after rapid, maddening dances, + +In clasping maiden-arms he findeth ! + +O would that I, before that spirit-power, +Ravished and rapt from life, had sunken! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +And yet, by some one, in that nightly hour, +A certain liquid was not drunken. + + +FAUST. +Eavesdropping, ha! thy pleasure seems to be. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Omniscient am I not; yet much is known to me. + + +FAUST. + + +Though some familiar tone, retrieving +My thoughts from torment, led me on, +And sweet, clear echoes came, deceiving +A faith bequeathed from Childhood’s dawn, +Yet now I curse whate’er entices + +And snares the soul with visions vain; +With dazzling cheats and dear devices +Confines it in this cave of pain! + +Cursed be, at once, the high ambition +Wherewith the mind itself deludes ! +Cursed be the glare of apparition + +That on the finer sense intrudes ! + + +SCENE IV. 65 + + +Cursed be the lying dream’s impression + +Of name, and fame, and laurelled brow! +Cursed, all that flatters as possession, + +As wife and child, as knave and plow! +Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures +To restless action spurs our fate! + +Cursed when, for soft, indulgent leisures, +He lays for us the pillows straight! + +Cursed be the vine’s transcendent nectar, — +The highest favor Love lets fall! + +Cursed, also, Hope ! — cursed Faith, the spectre! +And cursed be Patience most of all! + + +CHORUS OF SPIRITS (snviséble).© + + +Woe! woe! + +Thou hast it destroyed, + +The beautiful world, + +With powerful fist : + +In ruin ’t is hurled, + +By the blow of a demigod shattered! +The scattered + +Fragments into the Void we carry, +Deploring + +The beauty perished beyond restoring. +Mightier + +For the children of men, + +Brightlier + +Build it again, + +In thine own bosom build it anew! +Bid the new career + +Commence, + +With clearer sense, + +And the new songs of cheer + +Be sung thereto! + + +66 + + +FA OST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +These are the small dependants + +Who give me attendance. + +Hear them, to deeds and passion + +Counsel in shrewd old-fashion ! + +Into the world of strife, + +Out of this lonely life + +That of senses and sap has betrayed thee, +They would persuade thee. + +This nursing of the pain forego thee, +That, like a vulture, feeds upon thy breast! +The worst society thou find’st will show thee +Thou art a man among the rest. + +But ’t is not meant to thrust + +Thee into the mob thou hatest! + +I am not one of the greatest, + +Yet, wilt thou to me entrust + +Thy steps through life, I'll guide thee, — +Will willingly walk beside thee, — + +Will serve thee at once and forever + +With best endeavor, + +And, if thou art satisfied, + +Will as servant, slave, with thee abide. + + +FAUST. +And what shall be my counter-service therefor ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +The time is long: thou need’st not now insist. + + +FAUST. +No—no! The Devil is an egotist, +And is not apt, without a why or wherefore, +“ For God’s sake,” others to assist. + + + + + + + + +SCENE IJV. 67 + + +Speak thy conditions plain and clear! +With such a servant danger comes, I fear. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Here, an unwearied slave, 1 ’ll wear thy tether, +And to thine every nod obedient be: + +When here again we come together, + +Then shalt thou do the same for me. + + +FAUST. + + +The 7here my scruples naught increases. +When thou hast dashed this world to pieces, +The other, then, its place may fill. + +Here, on this earth, my pleasures have their sources ; +Yon sun beholds my sorrows in his courses ; +And when from these my life itself divorces, +Let happen all that can or will! + +Ill hear no more: ’t is vain to ponder + +If there we cherish love or hate, + +Or, in the spheres we dream of yonder, + +A High and Low our souls await. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +In this sense, even, canst thou venture. +Come, bind thyself by prompt indenture, +And thou mine arts with joy shalt see: +What no man ever saw, I ’Il give to thee. + + +FAUST. + + +Canst thou, poor Devil, give me whatsoever ? +When was a human soul, in its supreme endeavor, +E’er understood by such as thou? + +Yet, hast thou food which never satiates, now, — +The restless, ruddy gold hast thou, + +That runs, quicksilver-like, one’s fingers through, — + + +68 FAUST. + + +A game whose winnings no man ever knew, — + +A maid, that, even from my breast, + +Beckons my neighbor with her wanton glances, +And Honor’s godlike zest, + +The meteor that a moment dances, — + +Show me the fruits that, ere they ’re gathered, rot, +And trees that daily with new leafage clothe them! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Such a demand alarms me not: + +Such treasures have I, and can show them. + +But still the time may reach us, good my friend, +When peace we crave and more luxurious diet. + + +FAUST. + + +When on an idler’s bed I stretch myself in quiet, +There let, at once, my record end! + +Canst thou with lying flattery rule me, + +Until, self-pleased, myself I see, — + +Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me, + +Let that day be the last for me! + +The bet I offer. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Done! + + +FAUST. + + +And heartily ! +When thus I hail the Moment flying: +“ Ah, still delay — thou art so fair!” % +Then bind me in thy bonds undying, +My final ruin then declare! +Then let the death-bell chime the token, +Then art thou from thy service free! +The clock may stop, the hand be broken, +Then Time be finished unto me! + + +SCENE IV. 69 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Consider well: my memory good is rated. + + +FAUST. + + +Thou hast a perfect right thereto. + +My powers I have not rashly estimated : + +A slave am I, whate’er 1 do— + +If thine, or whose? ’t is need’ess to debate it. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Then at the Doctors’-banquet I, to-day, + +Will as a servant wait behind thee. + +But one thing more! Beyond all risk to bind thee, +Give me a line or two, I pray. + + +FAUST. + + +Demand’st thou, Pedant, too, a document? + +Hast never known a man, nor proved his word’s intent? +Is ’t not enough, that what I speak to-day + +Shall stand, with all my future days agreeing? + +In all its tides sweeps not the world away, + +And shall a promise bind my being? + +Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear: + +Who would himself therefrom deliver? + +Blest he, whose bosom Truth makes pure and fair! +No sacrifice shall he repent of ever. + +Nathless a parchment, writ and stamped with care, +A spectre is, which all to shun endeavor. + +The word, alas! dies even in the pen, + +And wax and leather keep the lordship then. + +What wilt from me, Base Spirit, say ?— + +Brass, marble, parchment, paper, clay? + +The terms with graver, quill, or chisel, stated ? + +I freely leave the choice to thee. + + +70 FA CST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Why heat thyself, thus instantly, + +With eloquence exaggerated ? + +Each leaf for such a pact is good; + +And to subscribe thy name thou ‘It take a drop of blood. + + +FAUST. + + +If thou therewith art fully satisfied, +So let us by the farce abide. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Blood is a juice of rarest quality. + + +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. + +I have myself inflated all too high ; + +My proper place is thy estate: + +The Mighty Spirit deigns me no reply, +And Nature shuts on me her gate. + +The thread of Thought at last is broken, +And knowledge brings disgust unspoken. +Let us the sensual deeps explore, + +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, + +In the rush and roll of Circumstance ! +Then may delight and distress, + +And worry and success, + +Alternately follow, as best they can: +Restless activity proves the man! + + +SCENE IV. 7 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +For you no bound, no term is set. +Whether you everywhere be trying, + +Or snatch a rapid bliss in flying, + +May it agree with you, what you get! +Only fall to, and show no timid balking. + + +FAUST. + + +But thou hast heard, ’t is not of joy we ’re talking. + +I take the wildering whirl, enjoyment’s keenest pain, +Enamored hate, exhilarant disdain. + +My bosom, of its thirst for knowledge sated, + +Shall not, henceforth, from any pang be wrested, +And all of life for all mankind created % + +Shall be within mine inmost being tested : + +The highest, lowest forms my soul shall borrow, +Shall heap upon itself their bliss and sorrow, + +And thus, my own sole self to all their selves expanded, +I too, at last, shall with them all be stranded! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Believe me, who for many a thousand year +The same tough meat have chewed and tested, +That from the cradle to the bier + +No man the ancient leaven has digested! +Trust one of us, this Whole surpernal + +Is made but for a God’s delight! + +fe dwells in splendor single and eternal, + +But ws he thrusts in darkness, out of sight, +And you he dowers with Day and Night. + + +FAUST. +Nay, but I will! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +A good reply! + + +72 FA OST. + + +One only fear still needs repeating : + +The art is long, the time is fleeting. + +Then let thyself be taught, say I! + +Go, Jeague thyself with a poet, + +Give the rein to his imagination, + +Then wear the crown, and show it, + +Of the qualities of his creation, — + +The courage of the lion’s breed, + +The wild stag’s speed, + +The Italian’s fiery blood, + +The North’s firm fortitude ! + +Let him find for thee the secret tether +That binds the Noble and Mean together, +And teach thy pulses of youth and pleasure +To love by rule, and hate by measure ! +Id like, myself, such a one to see : + +Sir Microcosm his name should be. + + +FAUST. +What am I, then, if tis denied my part +The crown of all humanity to win me, +Whereto yearns every sense within me? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Why, on the whole, thou ’rt — what thou art. + +Set wigs of million curls upon thy head, to raise thee, +Wear shoes an ell in height, —the truth veirays thee, +And thou remainest — what th.u art. + + +FAUST. + + +I feel, indeed, that I have made the treasure + +Of human thought and knowledge mine, in vain ; +And if I now sit down in restful leisure, + +No fount of newer strength is in my brain: + + + + + + + + +SCENE IV. 73 + + +I am no hair’s-breadth more in height, +Nor nearer to the Infinite. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Good Sir, you see the facts precisely + +As they are seen by each and all. + +We must arrange them now, more wisely, + +Before the joys of life shall pall. + +Why, Zounds! Both hands and feet are, truly — +And head and virile forces — thine: + +Yet all that I indulge in newly, + +Is ’t thence less wholly mine ? + +If I ‘ve six stallions in my stall, + +Are not their forces also lent me? + +I speed along, completest man of all, + +As though my legs were four-and-twenty. + +Take hold, then ! let reflection rest, + +And plunge into the world with zest! + +I say to thee, a speculative wight + +Is like a beast on moorlands lean, + +That round and round some fiend misleads to evil plight, +While all about lie pastures fresh and green. + + +FAUST. +Then how shall we begin ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +We'll try a wider sphere. + +What place of martyrdom is here! +Is ’t life, I ask, is °t even prudence, +To bore thyself and bore the students ? +Let Neighbor Paunch to that attend ! +Why plague thyself with threshing straw forever ? +The best thou learnest, in the end + +VOL. I. 4 + + + + + +74 FAUST. + + +Thou dar’st not tell the youngsters — never! +I hear one’s footsteps, hither steering. + + +FAUST. +To see him now I have no heart. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +So long the poor boy waits a hearing, + +He must not unconsoled depart. + +Thy cap and mantle straightway lend me! +I'll play the comedy with art. + + +(He disguises himself.) + + +My wits, be certain, will befriend me. + +But fifteen minutes’ time is all I need; + +For our fine trip, meanwhile, prepare thyself with speed { +[Ax Fausr + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +(7x Faust’s long mantle.) + + +Reason and Knowledge only thou despise, + +The highest strength in man that lies! + +Let but the Lying Spirit bind thee + +With magic works and shows that blind thee, + +And I shall have thee fast and sure !@— + +Fate such a bold, untrammelled spirit gave him, + +As forwards, onwards, ever must endure ; + +Whose over-hasty impulse drave him + +Past earthly joys he might secure. + +Dragged through the wildest life, will I enslave him, +Through flat and stale indifference ; + +With struggling, chilling, checking, so deprave him +That, to his hot, insatiate sense, + +The dream of drink shall mock, but never lave him: + + +SCENE IV. 75 + + +Refreshment shall his lips in vain implore — + +Had he not made himself the Devil’s, naught could save +him, + +Still were he lost forevermore ! + + +(4 STUDENT enters.) + + +STUDENT. + + +A short time, only, am I here, + +And come, devoted and sincere, + +To greet and know the man of fame, +Whom men to me with reverence name. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Your courtesy doth flatter me : +You see a man, as others be. +Have you, perchance, elsewhere begun ? + + +STUDENT. + + +Receive me now, I pray, as one + +Who comes to you with courage good, + +Somewhat of cash, and healthy blood : + +My mother was hardly willing to let me ; + +But knowledge worth having I fain would get me. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Then you have reached the right place now. + + +STUDENT. + + +I’d like to leave it, I must avow ; + +I find these walls, these vaulted spaces +Are anything but pleasant places. + +’T is all so cramped and close and mean; +One sees no tree, no glimpse of green, +And when the lecture-halls receive me, +Seeing, hearing, and thinking leave me. + + +76 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +All that depends on habitude. +So from its mother’s breasts a child +At first, reluctant, takes its food, +But soon to seek them is beguiled. +Thus, at the breasts of Wisdom clinging, +Thou ‘It find each day a greater rapture bringing. + + +STUDENT. + + +I'll hang thereon with joy, and freely drain them; +But tell me, pray, the proper means to gain them. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Explain, before you further speak, +The special faculty you seek. + + +STUDENT. +I crave the highest erudition ; +And fain would make my acquisition +All that there is in Earth and Heaven, +In Nature and in Science too. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Here is the genuine path for you; +Yet strict attention must be given. + + +STUDENT. +Body and soul thereon I ’ll wreak; +Yet, truly, I’ve some inclination +On summer holidays to seek +A little freedom and recreation. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Use well your time! It flies so swiftly from us; +But time through order may be won, J promise. + + + + + +SCENE IV. 7 + + +So, Friend, (my views to briefly sum,) + +First, the collegium logicum. + +There will your mind be drilled and braced, +As if in Spanish boots ’t were laced, + +And thus, to graver paces brought, + +*T will plod along the path of thought, +Instead of shooting here and there, + +A will-o’-the-wisp in murky air. + +Days will be spent to bid you know, + +What once you did at a single blow, + +Like eating and drinking, free and strong, — +That one, two, three! thereto belong. + +Truly the fabric of mental fleece + +Resembles a weaver’s masterpiece, + +Where a thousand threads one treadle throws, +Where fly the shuttles hither and thither, +Unseen the threads are knit together, + +And an infinite combination grows. + +Then, the philosopher steps in + +And shows, no otherwise it could have been: +The first was so, the second so, + +Therefore the third and fourth are so; + +Were not the first and second, then + +The third and fourth had never been. + +The scholars are everywhere believers, + +But never succeed in being weavers. + +He who would study organic existence, + +First drives out the soul with rigid persistence ; +Then the parts in his hand he may hold and class, +But the spiritual link is lost, alas! +Enchetresin natura, this Chemistry names,” +Nor knows how herself she banters and blames! + + +STUDENT. +I cannot understand you quite + + +“8 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Your mind will shortly be set aright, +When you have learned, all things reducing, +To classify them for your using. + + +STUDENT. + + +1 feel as stupid, from all you ’ve said, +As if a mill-wheel whirled in my head! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +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, you ’l! find + +For what goes in — or won’t go in — your mind. +But first, at least this half a year, + +To order rigidly adhere ; + +Five hours a day, you understand, + +And when the clock strikes, be on hand! +Prepare beforehand for your part + +With paragraphs all got by heart, + +So you can better watch, and look + +That naught is said but what is in the book: +Yet in thy writing as unwearied be, + +As did the Holy Ghost dictate to thee !@ + + +STUDENT. + + +No need to tell me twice to do it! + +I think, how useful ’t is to write; + +For what one has, in black and white, + +One carries home and then goes through it. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Yet choose thyself a faculty ! + + + + + + + + +SCENE IV. 719 + + +STUDENT. +I cannot reconcile myself to Jurisprudence. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students: +I know what science this has come to be. + +All rights and laws are still transmitted + +Like an eternal sickness of the race, — + +From generation unto generation fitted, + +And shifted round from place to place. + +Reason becomes a sham, Beneficence a worry: +Thou art a grandchild, therefore woe to thee! +The right born with us, ours in verity, + +This to consider, there’s, alas! no hurry. + + +STUDENT. + + +My own disgust is strengthened by your speech * +O lucky he, whom you shall teach! +I’ve almost for Theology decided. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +I should not wish to see you here misguided: + +For, as regards this science, let me hint + +T is very hard to shun the false direction ; + +There ’s so much secret poison lurking in ’t, + +So like the medicine, it baffles your detection. +Hear, therefore, one alone, for that is best, in sooth, +And simply take your master’s words for truth. + +On words \et your attention centre !% + +Then through the safest gate you ’ll enter + +The temple-halls of Certainty. + + +STUDENT. +Yet in the word must some idea be. + + + + + +80 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Of course! But only shun too over-sharp a tension, +For just where fails the comprehension, + +A word steps promptly in as deputy. + +With words ’t is excellent disputing ; + +Systems to words ’t is easy suiting ; + +On words ’t is excellent believing ; + +No word can ever lose a jot from thieving. + + +STUDENT. + + +Pardon! With many questions I detain you, +Yet must I trouble you again. + +Of Medicine I still would fain + +Hear one strong word that might explain you. +Three years is but a little space, + +And, God! who can the field embrace ? +Ifone some index could be shown, + +"T were easier groping forward, truly. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (aside), + + +I’m tired enough of this dry tone, — +Must play the Devil again, and fully. +( Aloud.) +To grasp the spirit of Medicine is easy: +Learn of the great and little world your fill, +To let it go at last, so please ye, +Just as God will! +In vain that through the realms of science you may drift; +Each one learns only — just what learn he can: +Yet he who grasps the Moment’s gift, +He is the proper man. +Well-made you are, ’t is not to be denied, +The rest a bold address will win you ; +If you but in yourself confide, +At once confide all others in you. + + + + + +SCENE IV. 81 + + +To lead the women, learn the special feeling ! +Their everlasting aches and groans, + +In thousand tones, + +Have all one source, one mode of healing ; +And if your acts are half discreet, + +You ’ll always have them at your feet. + +A title first must draw and interest them, +And show that yours all other arts exceeds ; +Then, as a greeting, you are free to touch and test them, +While, thus to do, for years another pleads. +You press and count the pulse’s dances, + +And then, with burning sidelong glances, +You clasp the swelling hips, to see + +If tightly laced her corsets be. + + +STUDENT. +That ’s better, now! The How and Where, one sees. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +My worthy friend, gray are all theories, +And green alone Life’s golden tree. + + +STUDENT. + + +J swear to you, ’tis like a dream to me. +Might I again presume, with trust unbounded, +To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Most willingly, to what extent I may. + + +STUDENT. +I cannot really go away: +Allow me that my album first I reach you, — +Grant me this favor, I beseech you! +4* + + + + + +82 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Assuredly. + + +(He writes, and returns the book.) + + +STUDENT (reads). +Eritis sicut Dews, scientes bonuim et malum. + + +( Closes the book with reverence, and withdraws.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Follow the ancient text, and the snake thou wast ordered +to trample! +With all thy likeness to God, thou It yet be a sorry + + +example ! +(Faust enters.) + + +FAUST. +Now, whither shall we go? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +As best it pleases thee. +The little world, and then the great, we ’ll see.” +With what delight, what profit winning, +Shalt thou sponge through the term beginning! + + +FAUST. +Yet with the flowing beard I wear, +Both ease and grace will fail me there. +The attempt, indeed, were a futile strife ; +I never could learn the ways of life. +I feel so small before others, and thence +Should always find embarrassments.”* + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +My friend, thou soon shalt lose all such misgiving: +Be thou but self-possessed, thou hast the art of living! + + +SCENE IV. 83 + + +FAUST. + + +How shall we leave the house, and start? +Where hast thou servant, coach and horses ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +We ’ll spread this cloak with proper art, +Then through the air direct our courses. +But only, on so bold a flight, +Be sure to have thy luggage light. +A little burning air, which I shall soon prepare us, +Above the earth will nimbly bear us, +And, if we’re light, we ’ll travel swift and clear: +I gratulate thee on thy new career!” + + +84 FAUST. + + +V. + + +AUERBACH’S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG. +CAROUSAL OF JOLLY COMPANIONS. + + +FROSCH. | +| fie no one laughing? no one drinking? +I'll teach you how to grin, I’m thinking. +To-day you ’re like wet straw, so tame; +And usually you ’re all aflame. + + +BRANDER. + + +Now that’s your fault; from you we nothing see, +No beastliness and no stupidity. + + +FROSCH. +(Pours a glass of wine over BRANDER’S head.) +There ’s both together! + + +BRANDER. +Twice a swine! + + +FROSCH. +You wanted them: I’ve given you mine. + + +SIEBEL. + + +Turn out who quarrels — out the door! +With open throat sing chorus, drink and roar! +Up! holla! ho! + + +SCENE V. 8s + + +ALTMAYER. + + +Woe’s me, the fearful bellow! +Bring cotton, quick! He’s split my ears, that fellow. + + +SIEBEL. +When the vault echoes to the song, +One first perceives the bass is deep and strong. + + +FROSCH. + + +Well said ! and out with him that takes the least offence! +Ah, tara, lara, da! + + +ALTMAYER. +Ah, tara, lara, da! + + +FROSCH. +The throats are tuned, commence ! + + +(Sirgs.) +The dear old holy Roman realm, +How does it hold together ? + + +BRANDER. +A nasty song! Fie! a political song74— +A most offensive song! Thank God, each morning, +therefore, +That you have not the Roman realm to care for! +At least, J hold it so much gain for me, +That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be. +Yet also we must have a ruling head, I hope, +And so we'll choose ourselves a Pope. +You know the quality that can +Decide the choice, and elevate the man. + + +FROSCH (sings). + + +Soar up, soar up, Dame Nightingale /7s +Ten thousand times my sweetheart hail / + + +86 FAUST. + + +SIEBEL. +No, greet my sweetheart not! I tell you, I'll resent it. + + +FROSCH. +My sweetheart greet and kiss! I dare you to prevent it! + + +(Simgs.) +Draw the latch / the darkness makes: +Draw the latch! the lover wakes. +Shut the latch! the morning breaks. + + +SIEBEL. +Yes, sing away, sing on, and praise, and brag of her! +I’ll wait my proper time for laughter : +Me by the nose she lead, and now she ’ll lead you after. +Her paramour should be an ugly gnome, +Where four roads cross, in wanton play to meet her: +An old he-goat, from Blocksberg coming home, +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. +Greet her? NotI: unless, when meeting, +To smash her windows be a greeting! + + +BRANDER (founding on the table), + + +Attention! Hearken now to me! + +Confess, Sirs, I know how to live. + +Enamored persons here have we, + +And J, as suits their quality, + +Must something fresh for their advantage give. +Take heed! ’T is of the latest cut, my strain, +And all strike in at each refrain ! + + +(He sings.) +There was a rat in the cellar-nest, * +Whom fat and butter made smoother: + + +SCENE V. 87 + + +He had a paunch beneath his vest +Like that of Doctor Luther. + +The cook laid poison cunningly, +And then as sore oppressed was he +As if he had love in his bosom. + + +CHORUS (shouting). +As if he had love in his bosom! + + +BRANDER. +He ran around, he ran about, +His thirst in puddles laving ; +He gnawed and scratched the house throughout, +But nothing cured his raving. +He whirled and jumped, with torment mad, +And soon enough the poor beast had, +As if he had love in his bosom. + + +CHORUS. +As if he had love in his bosom ! + + +BRANDER. +And driven at last, in open day, +He ran into the kitchen, +Fell on the hearth, and squirming lay, +In the last convulsion twitching. +Then laughed the murderess in her glee: +“Ha! ha! he’s at his last gasp,” said she, +“ As if he had love in his bosom!” + + +CHORUS. +As if he had love in his bosom! + + +SIEBEL. +How the dull fools enjoy the matter’ +To me it is a proper art +Poison for such poor rats to scatter. + + +88 FAUST. + + +BRANDER. +Perhaps you ’ll warmly take their part? + + +ALTMAYER. +The bald-pate pot-belly I have noted: +Misfortune tames him by degrees ; +For in the rat by poison bloated +His own most natural form he sees. + + +FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Before all else, I bring thee hither +Where boon companions meet together, +To let thee see how smooth life runs away. +Here, for the folk, each day ’s a holiday: +With little wit, and ease to suit them, +They whirl in narrow, circling trails, +Like kittens playing with their tails ; +And if no headache persecute them, +So long the host may credit give, +They merrily and careless live. + + +BRANDER. + + +The fact is easy to unravel, +Their air’s so odd, they ’ve just returned from travel: +A single hour they ’ve not been here. + + +FROSCH. + + +You ’ve verily hit the truth! Leipzig to me is dear: +Paris in miniature, how it refines its people !77 + + +SIEBEL. +Who are the strangers, should you guess? + + + + + +SCENE V. 89 + + +FROSCH. + + +Let me alone! Ill set them first to drinking, + +And then, as one a child’s tooth draws, with cleverness, +I’ll worm their secret out, | ’m thinking. + +They ’re of a noble house, that ’s very clear: + +Haughty and discontented they appear. + + +BRANDER. +They ’re mountebanks, upon a revel. + + +ALTMAYER. +Perhaps. + + +FROSCH. +Look out, I ’ll smoke them now! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo Faust). + + +Not if he had them by the neck, I vow, +Would e’er these people scent the Devil! + + +FAUST. +Fair greeting, gentlemen! + + +SIEBEL. +Our thanks: we give the same. + + +(Murmurs, inspecting MEPHISTOPHELES from the side.) + + +In one foot is the fellow lame? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Is it permitted that we share your leisure ? +In place of cheering drink, which one seeks vainly here, +Your company shall give us pleasure. + + +ALTMAYER. +A most fastidious person you appear. + + + + + +g0 FAUST. + + +FROSCH. + + +No doubt ’t was late when you from Rippach started ?* +And supping there with Hans occasioned your delay ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES, + + +We passed, without a call, to-day. + +At our last interview, before we parted + +Much of his cousins did he speak, entreating +That we should give to each his kindly greeting. + + +(He bows to FROSCH.) + + +ALTMAYER (aside). +You have it now! he understands. + + +SIEBEL. +A knave sharp-set! + + +FROSCH. +Just wait awhile: I Il have him yet. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +If I am right, we heard the sound + +Of well-trained voices, singing chorus; +And truly, song must here rebound +Superbly from the arches o’er us. + + +FROSCH. +Are you, perhaps, a virtuoso? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +O no! my wish is great, my power is only so-so. + + +ALTMAYER. +Give us a song! + + + + + +SCENE V. 91 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +If you desire, a number. + + +SIEBEL. +So that it be a bran-new strain! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +We ’ve just retraced our way from Spain, +The lovely land of wine, and song, and slumber. + + +(Séngs.) + + +There was a king once reigning,” +Who had a big black flea — + + +FROSCH. + + +Hear, hear! A flea! D’ ye rightly take the jest? +I call a flea a tidy guest. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (sings). + + +There was a king once reigning, +Who had a big black flea, + +And loved him past explaining, + +As his own son were he. + +He called his man of stitches ; + +The tailor came straightway : + +Here, measure the lad for breeches, +And measure his coat, I say! + + +BRANDER. + + +But mind, allow the tailor no caprices: +Enjoin upon him, as his head is dear, +To most exactly measure, sew and shear, +So that the breeches have no creases! + + +g2 + + +FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +In silk and velvet gleaming +He now was wholly drest — +Had a coat with ribbons streaming, + + +_ Across upon his breast. + + +He had the first of stations, +A minister’s star and name; +And also all his relations +Great lords at court became. + + +And the lords and ladies of honor +Were plagued, awake and in bed ; +The queen she got them upon her, +The maids were bitten and bled. +And they did not dare to brush them, +Or scratch them, day or night: + +We crack them and we crush them, +At once, whene’er they bite. + + +CHORUS (shouting). + + +We crack them and we crush them, +At once, whene’er they bite ! + + +FROSCH. + + +Bravo! bravo! that was fine. + + +SIEBEL. + + +Every flea may it so befall! + + +BRANDER. + + +Point your fingers and nip them all! + + +ALTMAYER. + + +Hurrah for Freedom! Hurrah for wine! + + + + + +SCENE V. 93 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I fain would drink with you, my glass to Freedom +clinking, +If ’t were a better wine that here I see you drinking. +SIEBEL. +Don’t let us hear that speech again! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Did I not fear the landlord might complain, +Id treat these worthy guests, with pleasure, +To some from out our cellar’s treasure. + + +SIEBEL. +Just treat, and let the landlord me arraign ! + + +FROSCH. + + +And if the wine be good, our praises shall be ample. +But do not give too very small a sample ; + +For, if its quality I decide, + +With a good mouthful I must be supplied. + + +ALTMAYER (aside). +They ’re from the Rhine! I guessed as much, before. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Bring me a gimlet here! + + +BRANDER. + + +What shall therewith be done? +You ’ve not the casks already at the door? + + +ALTMAYER. + + +Yonder, within the landlord’s box of tools, there ’s +one ! + + +94 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (éakes the gimict). +(Zo FROSCH.) +Now, give me of your taste some intimation. + + +FROSCH. +How do you mean? Have you so many kinds ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +The choice is free: make up your minds. + + +ALTMAYER (fo FRoSCH). +Aha! you lick your chops, from sheer anticipation. + + +FROSCH. +Good! if I have the choice, so let the wine be + + +Rhenish ! +Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES + + +(boring a hole in the edge of the table, at the place where +FROSCH s#és). + + +Get me a little wax, to make the stoppers, quick! + + +ALTMAYER. +Ah! I perceive a juggler’s trick. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo BRANDER). +And you? + + +BRANDER. + + +Champagne shall be my wine. +And let it sparkle fresh and fine! + + + + + +SCENE V. 95 +MEPHISTOPHELES +foores: in the mean time one has made the wax stoppers, and +plugged the holes with them). +BRANDER. + + +What ’s foreign one can’t always keep quite clear of, +For good things, oft, are not so near; + +A German can’t endure the French to see or hear of,® +Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer. + + +SIEBEL +(as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches his seat). + + +For me, I grant, sour wine is out of place; +Fill up my glass with sweetest, will you? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (boring). +Tokay shall flow at once, to fill you! + + +ALTMAYER. + + +No—look me, Sirs, straight in the face! +I see you have your fun at our expense. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES, + + +O no! with gentlemen of such pretence, +That were to venture far, indeed. + +Speak out, and make your choice with speed! +With what a vintage can I serve you? + + +ALTMAYER. +With any —only satisfy our need. + + +(After the holes have been bored and plugged.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES +(with singular gestures). +Grapes the vine-stem bears, + +Horns the he-goat wears ! + + + + + + + + +96 FAUST. + + +The grapes are juicy, the vines are wood, +The wooden table gives wine as good ! +Into the depths of Nature peer, — + +Only believe, there ’s a miracle here! + + +Now draw the stoppers, and drink your fill! ® + + +ALL + + +las they draw out the stoppers, and the wine which has been +desired flows into the glass of each). + + +O beautiful fountain, that flows at will! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +But have a care, that you nothing spill! +( They drink repeatedly.) + + +ALL (sing). +As ’t were five hundred hogs, we feel +So cannibalic jolly! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +See, now, the race is happy — it is free! + + +FAUST. +To leave them is my inclination. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Take notice, first! their bestiality +Will make a brilliant demonstration. + + +SIEBEL +\drinks carelessly: the wine spills upon the earth, and turns te +flame). +Help! Fire! Help! Hell-fire is sent! + + +SCENE V. 97 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES +(charming away the flame). +Be quiet, friendly element! +( Zo the revellers.) +A bit of purgatory ’t was for this time, merely. + + +SIEBEL. +What mean you? Wait!— you ’Il pay for ’t dearly! +You ’ll know us, to your detriment. + +FROSCH. +Don’t try that game a second time upon us! + + +ALTMAYER. +I think we ’d better send him packing quietly. + + +SIEBEL,. + + +What, Sir! you dare to make so free, +And play your hocus-pocus on us! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Be still, old wine-tub. +SIEBEL. +Broomstick, you! +You face it out, impertinent and heady? +BRANDER. +Just wait! a shower of blows is ready. + + +ALTMAYER +(draws a stopper out of the table: fire fltes in his face). +Iburn! 1 burn! +SIEBEL. +*T is magic! Strike— + +The knave is outlawed! Cut him as you like! +( They draw their knives, and rush upon MEPHISTOPHELES.) + +VOL. 1. 5 : + + +98 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES +(with solemn gestures). + + +False word and form of air, +Change place, and sense ensnare! ™ +Be here — and there! + + +(Zhey stand amased and look at each other.) + + +ALTMAYER. +Where am I? What a lovely land! + + +FROSCH. +Vines? Can I trust my eyes? + + +SIEBEL. +And purple grapes ar hand! + + +BRANDER. +Here, over this green arbor bending, +See, what a vine ! what grapes depending! + + +(He takes SIEBEL by the nose: the others do the came rtcipro- +cally, and raise their knives.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (as above). +Loose, Error, from their eyes the band, +And how the Devil jests, be now enlightened ! + + +(He disappears with FAUST: the revellers start and separate.) + + +SIEBEL. +What happened ? +ALTMAYER. +How? + + +FROSCH. +Was that your nose I tightened? + + +SCENE V. 99 + + +BRANDER (/o SIEBEL). +And yours that still I have in hand? + + +ALTMAYER. +It was a blow that went through every limb! +Give me a chair! I sink! my senses swim. +FROSCH. . +But what has happened, tell me now? + + +SIEBEL. + +Where is he? If I catch the scoundrel hiding, +He shall not leave alive, I vow. + +ALTMAYER. +I saw him with these eyes upon a wine-cask riding +Out of the cellar-door, just now. +Still in my feet the fright like lead is weighing. + +(He turns towards the table ) + +Why! If the fount of wine should still be playing ? + + +SIEBEL. +*T was all deceit, and lying, false design ! +FROSCH. + + +And yet it seemed as I were drinking wine. + + +BRANDER. +But with the grapes how was it, pray ? + + +ALTMAYER. +Shall one believe no miracles, just say ! + + +100 FAUST. + + +VI. + + +WITCHES’ KITCHEN.'s + + +[Upon a low hearth stands a great caldron, under which a five +ts burning. Various figures appear in the vapors which +vise from the caldron. An ape sits beside it, skims tt, and +watches lest it boil over. The he-ape, with the young ones, +sits near and warms himself. Ceiling and walls are covercd +with the most fantastic witch-implements.| + + +FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +FAUST. + + +6b ecto crazy signs of witches’ craft repel me! +I shall recover, dost thou tell me, + +Through this insane, 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, canst thou naught better find! +Another baffled hope must be lamented : + +Has Nature, then, and has a noble mind + +Not any potent balsam yet invented? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Once more, my friend, thou talkest sensibly. +There is, to make thee young, a simpler mode and apter; +But in another book ’t is writ for thee, +And is a most eccentric chapter. + + +FAUST. +Yet will I know it. + + +SCENE VI. roi + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Good! the method is revealed +Without or gold or magic or physician. +Betake thyself to yonder field, +There hoe and dig, as thy condition ; +Restrain thyself, thy sense and will +Within a narrow sphere to flourish ; +With unmixed food thy body nourish ; +Live with the ox as ox, and think it not a theft +That thou manur’st the acre which thou reapest ; — +That, trust me, is the best mode left, +Whereby for eighty years thy youth thou keepest ! + + +FAUST. + + +I am not used to that; I cannot stoop to try it — +To take the spade in hand, and ply it. +The narrow being suits me not at all. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Then to thine aid the witch must call, + + +FAUST. + + +Wherefore the hag, and her alone? +Canst thou thyself not brew the potion? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +That were a charming sport, I own: + +I’d build a thousand bridges meanwhile, I’ve a notion, +Not Art and Science serve, alone ; + +Patience must in the work be shown. + +Long is the calm brain active in creation ; + +Time, only, strengthens the fine fermentation. + +And all, belonging thereunto, + +Is rare and strange, howe’er you take it. + +The Devil taught the thing, ’t is true, + +And yet the Devil cannot make it. + + +102 FAUST. + + +( Perceiving the Animals.) +See, what a delicate race they be! +That is the maid! the man is he! + + +(Zo the Animals.) +It seems the mistress has gone away? + + +THE ANIMALS. + + +Carousing, to-day ! +Off and about, +By the chimney out! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +What time takes she for dissipating ? + + +THE ANIMALS. +While we to warm our paws are waiting. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo FAUST). +How findest thou the tender creatures ? + + +FAUST. +Absurder than I ever yet did see. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Why, just such talk as this, for me, +Is that which has the most attractive features ! + + +(Zo the Animals.) +But tell me now, ye curséd puppets, +Why do ye stir the porridge so? +THE ANIMALS. +We're cooking watery soup for beggars.®s + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Then a great public you can show. + + +SCENE VI. 103 + + +THE HE-APE ; +(comes up and fawns on MEPHISTOPHELES). + + +O cast thou the dice! + +Make me rich in a trice, +Let me win in good season! +Things are badly controlled, +And had I but gold, + +So had I my reason. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +How would the ape be sure his luck enhances, +Could he but try the lottery’s chances ! +(7 the mean time the young apes have been playing witn a +large ball, which they now roll forward.) + + +THE HE-APE. + + +The world ’s the ball: +Doth rise and fall, +And roll incessant : +Like glass doth ring, +A hollow thing, — +How soon will ’t spring, +And drop, quiescent? +Here bright it gleams, +Here brighter seems: +I live at present! +Dear son, I say, +Keep thou away ! +Thy doom is spoken ! +T is made of clay, +And will be broken. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +‘What means the sieve ? + + +104 FAUST. + + +THE HE-APE (taking tt down). +Wert thou the thief,™ +I’d know him and shame him. + + +(He runs to the SHE-APE, and lets her look through it.) +Look through the sieve! + + +Know’st thou the thief, +And darest not name him ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (approaching the fire). +And what ’s this pot? + + +HE-APE AND SHE-APE. +The fool knows it not! +He knows not the pot, +He knows not the kettle ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Impertinent beast ! + + +THE HE-APE. +Take the brush here, at least, +And sit down on the settle! +(He invites MEPHISTOPHELES /o sit down.) + + +FAUST + + +(who during all this time has been standing before a mirror, 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, Love, the swiftest of thy pinions, + +And bear me to her bequteous field ! + +Ah, if I leave this spot with fond designing, + +If I attempt to venture near, + +Dim, as through gathering mist, her charms appear ! — + + +SCENE VI. 105 + + +A woman’s form, in beauty shining! + +Can woman, then, so lovely be? + +And must I find her body, there reclining, +Of all the heavens the bright epitome ? +Can Earth with such a thing be mated? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Why, surely, if a God first plagues Himself six days, +Then, self-contented, Bravo / says, +Must something clever be created. +This time, thine eyes be satiate! +I'll yet detect thy sweetheart and ensnare her, +And blest is he, who has the lucky fate, +Some day, as bridegroom, home to bear her. + +(FAUST guses continually in the mirror. MEPHISTOPHELES, +stretching himself out on the settle, and playing with the brush, +continues to speak.) + +So sit 1, like the King upon his throne: +I hold the sceptre, here, — and lack the crown alone. + + +THE ANIMALS +(who up to this time have been making all kinds of fantastic +movements together, bring a crown to MEPHISTOPHELFS +with great noise). +O be thou so good +With sweat and with blood +The crown to belime ! +(They handle the crown awkwardly and break it into two +pieces, with which they spring around.) +*T is done, let it be! +We speak and we see, +We hear and we rhyme! ® + + +FAUST (before the mirror). + + +Woe ’s me! I fear to lose my wits. +5 * + + +106 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fotnting to the Animals). +My own head, now, is really nigh to sinking. + + +THE ANIMALS. + + +If lucky our hits, +And everything fits, +’T is thoughts, and we ’re thinking! + + +FAUST (as above). + + +My bosom burns with that sweet vision ; +Let us, with speed, away from here! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (i the same attitude). + + +One must, at least, make this admission — + +They ’re poets, genuine and sincere. + +( Zhe caldvron, which the SHEZAPE has up to this time neglected +to watch, begins to boil over: there ensues a great flame, +which blazes out the chimney. The WITCH comes careering +down through the flame, with terrible cries.) + + +THE WITCH. + + +Ow! ow! ow! ow! + +The damnéd beast — the curséd sow! +To leave the kettle, and singe the Frau! +Accurséd fere ! + + +( Perceiving FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES. ) + + +What is that here ? + +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, and scatters + +flames towards FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, and the Ani- +mals. The Animals whimper.) + + +SCENE VI. 107 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES +Iveversing the brush, which he has been holding in his hand, +and striking among the jars and glasses). +In two! in two! +There lies the brew! +There lies the glass! +The joke will pass, +As time, foul ass ! +To the singing of thy crew. + + +(4s the WITCH starts back, full of wrath and horror :) + + +Ha! know’st thou me? Abomination, thou! +Know’st thou, at last, thy Lord and Master? +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, old face of leather? + + +THE WITCH. +O pardon, Sir, the rough salute ! +Yet I perceive no cloven foot ; +And both your ravens, where are ¢hey now? + + +. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +This time, I ’li let thee scape the debt; + +For since we two together met, + +'T is verily full many a day now. + +Culture, which smooth the whole world licks, + +Also unto the Devil sticks. + +The days of that old Northern phantom now are over: +Where canst thou horns and tail and claws discover? +And, as regards the foot, which I can’t spare, in truth, +'T would only make the people shun me; + + +108 FAUST. + + +Therefore I ’ve worn, like many a spindly youth, +Falge calves these many years upon me. + + +THE WITCH (dancing). +Reason and sense forsake my brain, +Since I behold Squire Satan here again! + + +_ MEPHISTOPHELES. +Woman, from such a name refrain! + + +THE WITCH. +Why so? What has it done to thee? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +It’s long been written in the Book of Fable; ® +Yet, therefore, no whit better men we see: + +The Evil One has left, the evil ones are stable. +Sir Baron call me thou, then is the matter good; +A cavalier am I, like others in my bearing. +Thou hast no doubt about my noble blood : + +See, here ’s the coat-of-arms that I am wearing! + + +(He makes an indecent gesture.) + + +THE WITCH (laughs immoderately). + + +Ha! ha! That’s just your way, I know: +A rogue you are, and you were always so. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (¢o FAUST). +My friend, take proper heed, I pray ! +To manage witches, this is just the way. +THE WITCH. +Wherein, Sirs, can I be of use? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Give us a goblet of the well-known juice! + + +SCENE VI. 109 + + +But, I must beg you, of the oldest brewage ; +The years a double strength produce. + + +THE WITCH. +With all my heart! Now, here’s a bottle, +Wherefrom, sometimes, I wet my throttle, +Which, also, not the slightest, stinks ; +And willingly a glass I'll fill him. + +( Whispering.) + +Yet, if this man without due preparation drinks, +As well thou know’st, within an hour ’t will kill him. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +He is a friend of mine, with whom it will agree, +And he deserves thy kitchen’s best potation : +Come, draw thy circle, speak thine adjuration, +And fill thy goblet full and free! + + +THE WITCH + + +(uth fantastic gestures draws a circleand places mysterious ar- + + +ticles therein ; meanwhile the glasses begin to ring, the caldron +to sound, and make a musical accompaniment. Finally she +brings a great book, and stations in the circle the Apes, who +are obliged to serve as reading-desk, and to hold the torches. +She then beckons Faust to approach). + + +FAUST (to MEPHISTOPHELES). +Now, what shall come of this? the creatures antic, +The crazy stuff, the gestures frantic, — +All the repulsive cheats I view, — +Are known to me, and hated, too. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +O, nonsense! That’s a thing for laughter ; +Don’t be so terribly severe ! ) + + + + + +110 . FAUST: + + +She juggles you as doctor now, that, after, +The beverage may work the proper cheer. + + +(He persuades FAUST to step into the circle.) + + +THE WITCH +(begins to declaim, with much emphasis, from the book). +See, thus it’s done! +Make ten of one, +And two let be, +Make even three, +And rich thou ’lt be. +Cast o’er the four! +From five and six +(The witch’s tricks) +Make seven and eight, +’T is finished straight! +And nine is one, +And ten is none. +This is the witch’s once-one’s-one |? + + +FAUST. +She talks like one who raves in fever. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Thou ’It hear much more before we leave her. +*T is all the same: the book I can repeat, +Such time I ’ve squandered o’er the history : +A contradiction thus complete * + +Is always for the wise, no less than fools, a mystery. +The art is old and new, for verily + +All ages have been taught the matter, — + +By Three and One, and One and Three, +Error instead of Truth to scatter. + +They prate and teach, and no one interferes ; +All from the fellowship of fools are shrinking. + + +SCENE V1. 1uy + + +Man usually believes, if only words he hears, +That also with them goes material for thinking! + + +THE WITCH (continues), +The lofty skill +Of Science, still +From all men deeply hidden! +Who takes no thought, +To him ’tis brought, +’T is given unsought, unbidden ! + + +FAUST. + + +What nonsense she declaims before us! +My head is nigh to split, I fear: + +It seems to me as if I hear + +A hundred thousand fools in chorus. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +O Sibyl excellent, enough of adjuration ! +But hither bring us thy potation, +And quickly fill the beaker to the brim! +This drink will bring my friend no injuries : +He is a man of manifold degrees, +And many draughts are known to him. +(Zhe WITCH, with many ceremonies, pours the drink into a +cup; as FAUST sets it to his lips, a light flame arises.) +Down with it quickly! Drain it off! +*T will warm thy heart with new desire: +Art with the Devil hand and glove, +And wilt thou be afraid of fire ? + + +(Zhe W1iTCH breaks the circle: Faust steps forth.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES, +And now, away! Thou dar’st not rest. + + +¥I2 FAUST. + + +THE WITCH. +And much good may the liquor do thee! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo the WITCH). + + +Thy wish be on Walpurgis Night expressed ; +What boon I have, shall then be given unto thee. + + +THE WITCH. + + +Here is a song, which, if you sometimes sing, +You’ll find it of peculiar operation. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (to Faust). +Come, walk at once! A rapid occupation +Must start the needful perspiration, +And through thy frame the liquor’s potence fling. +The noble indolence 1 ’ll teach thee then to treasure,* +Andsoon thou ’It be aware, with keenest thrills of pleasure, +How Cupid stirs and leaps, on light and restless wing. + + +FAUST. + + +One rapid glance within the mirror give me, +How beautiful that woman-form ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +No, no! The paragon of all, believe me, +Thou soon shalt see, alive and warm. +(Aside.) +Thou It find, this drink thy blood compelling, +Each woman beautiful as Helen! + + +SCENE VII. 113 + + +VII. + + +A STREET. +FAUST. MARGARET ( assing by). + + +FAUST. + + +AIR lady, let it not offend you, +That arm and escort I would lend you! + + +MARGARET.93 + + +I’m neither lady, neither fair, +And home I can go without your care. + + +[She releases herself, and ext. + + +FAUST. + + +By Heaven, the girl is wondrous fair! + +Of all I ’ve seen, beyond compare; + +So sweetly virtuous and pure, + +And yet a little pert, be sure! + +The lip so red, the cheek’s clear dawn, +I'll not forget while the world rolls on! +How she cast down her timid eyes, + +Deep in my heart imprinted lies: + +How short and sharp of speech was she,™ +Why, ’t was a real ecstasy ! + + +(MEPHISTOPHELES enters.\ + + +FAUST. + + +Hear, of that girl 1d have possession ! +H + + +114 + + +FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Which, then ? +FAUST. + + +The one who just went by. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +She, there? She’s coming from confession, +Of every sin absolved; for I, + +Behind her chair, was listening nigh. + +So innocent is she, indeed, + +That to confess she had no need. + +I have no power o’er souls so green. + + +FAUST. +And yet, she’s older than fourteen. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +How now! You’re talking like Jack Rake, +Who every flower for himself would take, +And fancies there are no favors more, + +Nor honors, save for him in store; + +Yet always does n’t the thing succeed. + + +FAUST. +Most Worthy Pedagogue, take heed ! 95 +Let not a word of moral law be spoken! +I claim, I tell thee, all my right ; +And if that image of delight +Rest not within mine arms to-night, +At midnight is our compact broken. + + +MEPHISTOPLELES. +But think, the chances of the case! +I need, at least, a fortnight’s space, +To find an opportune occasion. + + +SCENE VII. 115 + + +FAUST. + +Had I but seven hours for all, +I should not on the Devil call, +But win her by my own persuasion. + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +You almost like a Frenchman prate ; +Yet, pray, don’t take it as annoyance! +Why, all at once, exhaust the joyance? +Your bliss is by no means so great +As if you’d use, to get control, +All sorts of tender rigmarole, +And knead and shape her to your thought, +As in Italian tales ’t is taught.* + + +FAUST. +Without that, I have appetite. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +But now, leave jesting out of sight! +I tell you, once for all, that speed +With this fair girl will not succeed ; +By storm she cannot captured be; +We must make use of strategy. + + +FAUST. +Get me something the angel keeps ! +Lead me thither where she sleeps ! +Get me a kerchief from her breast, — +A garter that her knee has pressed! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +That you may see how much I ’d fain +Further and satisfy your pain, +We will no longer lose a minute ; +Ill find her room to-day, and take you in it. + + +116 FAUST. + + +FAUST. +And shall I see — possess her ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +No! + + +Unto a neighbor she must go, + +And meanwhile thou, alone, mayst glow +With every hope of future pleasure, +Breathing her atmosphere in fullest measure. + + +FAUST. +Can we go thither ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +’T is too early yet. + + +FAUST. +A gift for her I bid thee get! +[Zxit. +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Presents at once? That’s good: he’s certain to get at + + +her ! +Full many a pleasant place I know, +And treasures, buried long ago: +I must, perforce, look up the matter. + + +SCENE VIII. 117 + + +VIII. +EVENING. +A SMALL, NEATLY KEPT CHAMBER. + + +MARGARET +( plaiting and binding up the braids of her hair). +I ’D something give, could I but say +Who was that gentleman, to-day. +Surely a gallant man was he, +And of a noble family ; +So much could I in his face behold, — +And he would n’t, else, have been so bold ! +[Lxst +MEPHISTOPHELES. FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Come in, but gently: follow me! + + +FAUST (after a moment's silence). +Leave me alone, I beg of thee! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (frying about). +Not every girl keeps things so neat. + + +FAUST (looking around). +O welcome, twilight soft and sweet,” +That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine! +Sweet pain of love, bind thou with fetters fleet +The heart that on the dew of hope must pine! + + +118 FAUST. + + +How all around a sense impresses + +Of quiet, order, 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.) + + +Receive me, thou, that in thine open arms +Departed joy and pain wert wont to gather! +How oft the children, with their ruddy charms, +Hung here, around this throne, where sat the father! +Perchance my love, amid the childish band, +Grateful for gifts the Holy Christmas gave her, +Here meekly kissed the grandsire’s withered hand. +I feel, O maid! thy very soul +Of order and content around me whisper, — +Which leads thee with its motherly control, +The cloth upon thy board bids smoothly thee unroll, +The sand beneath thy feet makes whiter, crisper. +O dearest hand, to thee ’t is given +To change this hut into a lower heaven! +And here! + +(He lifts one of the bed-curtains.) + + +What sweetest thrill is in my blood! +Here could I spend whole hours, delaying: +Here Nature shaped, as if in sportive playing, +The angel blossom from the bud. + + +Here lay the child, with Life’s warm essence + +The tender bosom filled and fair, + +And here was wrought, through holier, purer presence, +The form diviner beings wear! + + +And I? What drew me here with power? +How deeply am I moved, this hour! + + +SCENE VIII. 119 + + +What seek I? Why so full my heart, and sore? +Miserable Faust! I know thee now no more. + + +Is there a magic vapor here? + +I came, with lust of instant pleasure, + +And lie dissolved in dreams of love’s sweet leisure ! +Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere ? + + +And if, this moment, came she in to me, +How would I for the fault atonement render ! +How small the giant lout would be, + +Prone at her feet, relaxed and tender! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Be quick! I see her there, returning. + + +FAUST. +Go! go! I never will retreat. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Here is a casket, not unmeet, + +Which elsewhere I have just been earning. +Here, set it in the press, with haste! + +I swear, ’t will turn her head, to spy it: +Some baubles I therein had placed, + +That you might win another by it. + +True, child is child, and play is play. + + +FAUST. +I know not, should I do it?* + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Ask you, pray? +Yourself, perhaps, would keep the bubble ? +Then I suggest, ’t were fair and just + + +120 FA UST. + + +To spare the lovely day your lust, + +And spare to me the further trouble. +You are not miserly, I trust? + +I rub my hands, in expectation tender ~ + + +(He places the cashet in the press, and locks it again.) + + +Now quick, away ! +The sweet young maiden to betray, +So that by wish and will you bend her ; +And you look as though +To the lecture-hall you were forced to go, — +As if stood before you, gray and loath, +Physics and Metaphysics both! +But away ! +[ Excuct +MARGARET (with a lamp). + + +It is so close, so sultry, here! +(She opens the window.) + + +And yet ’t is not so warm outside. + +I feel, I know not why, such fear ! — +Would mother came !— where can she bide? +My body ’s chill and shuddering, — + +I ’m but a silly, fearsome thing! + + +(She begins to sing, while undressing.) + + +There was a King in Thule,» +Was faithful till the grave, — +Te whom his mistress, dying, +A golden goblet gave. + + +Naught was to him more precious ; +He drained it at every bout: +His eyes with tears ran over, +As oft as he drank thereout. + + +SCENE VII. 122 + + +When came his time of dying, +The towns in his land he told, +Naught else to his heir denying +Except the goblet of gold. + + +He sat at the royal banquet +With his knights of high degree, +In the lofty hall of his fathers +In the Castle by the Sea. + + +There stood the old carouser, +And drank the last life-glow , +And hurled the hallowed goblet +Into the tide below. + + +He saw it plunging and filling, +And sinking deep in the sea: +Then fell his eyelids forever, +And never more drank he! + + +(She opens the press in order to arrange her clothes, and per +cetves the casket of jewels.) + + +How comes that lovely casket here to me? + +I locked the press, most certainly. + +T is truly wonderful! What can within it be? +Perhaps ’t was brought by some one as a pawn, +And mother gave a loan thereon? + +And here there hangs a key to fit: + +I have a mind to open it. + +What is that? God in Heaven! Whence came +Such things? Never beheld I aught so fair! +Rich ornaments, such as a noble dame + +On highest holidays might wear! + +How would the pearl-chain suit my hair? + +Ah, who may all this splendor own? + +VOL. I. 6 + + +ae FAUST. + + +(Ske adorns herself with the jewelry, and steps before the +mirror.) +Were but the ear-rings mine, a'one! +One has at once another air. +What helps one’s beauty, youthful blood ? +One may possess them, well and good; +But none the more do others care. +They praise us half in pity, sure: +To gold still tends, +On gold depends + + +All, all! Alas, we poor! + + +SCENE IX. 123 + + +IX. + + +PROMENADE. + + +(Faust, walking thoughtfully up and down. To him MEPHis- +TOPHELES.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +B* all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and un +sparing ! +I wish I knew something worse, that I might use it for +swearing ! +FAUST. +What ails thee? What is ’t gripes thee, elf? +A face like thine beheld I never. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +I would myself unto the Devil deliver, +If I were not a Devil myself! + + +FAUST. + + +Thy head is out of order, sadly: +It much becomes thee to be raving madly. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Just think, the pocket of a priest should get +The trinkets left for Margaret! + +The mother saw them, and, instanter, + +A secret dread began to haunt her. © + +Keen scent has she for tainted air; + +She snuffs within her book of prayer, + + +124 FAUST. + + +And smells each article, to see + +If sacred or profane it be; + +So here she guessed, from every gem, +That not much blessing came with them. +“‘ My child,” she said, “ill-gotten good +Ensnares the soul, consumes the blood. +Before the Mother of God well lay it; +With heavenly manna she ’ll repay it!” = +But Margaret thought, with sour grimace, +“A gift-horse is not out of place, + +And, truly! godless cannot be + +The one who brought such things to me.” +A parson came, by the mother bidden: +He saw, at once, where the game was hidden, +And viewed it with a favor stealthy. + +He spake: “ That is the proper view, — +Who overcometh, winneth too. + +The Holy Church has a stomach healthy: +Hath eaten many a land as forfeit, + +And never yet complained of surfeit: + +The Church alone, beyond all question, +Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion.” + + +FAUST. + + +A general practice is the same, +Which Jew and King may also claim. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Then bagged the spangles, chains, and rings, +As if but toadstools were the things, + +And thanked no less, and thanked no more +Than if a sack of nuts he bore, — + +Promised them fullest heavenly pay, + +And deeply edified were they. + + +SCENE IX, 135 + + +FAUST. +And Margaret? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Sits unrestful still, +And knows not what she should, or will; +Thinks on the jewels, day and night, +But more on him who gave her such delight. + + +FAUST. +The darling’s sorrow gives me pain. +Get thou a set for her again! +The first was not a great display. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +O yes, the gentleman finds it all child’s-play ! + + +FAUST. +Fix and arrange it to my will; +And on her neighbor try thy skill! +Don’t be a Devil stiff as paste, +But get fresh jewels to her taste! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Yes, gracious Sir, in all obedience! + +[Exit Faust +Such an enamored fool in air would blow +Sun, moon, and all the starry legions, + + +To give his sweetheart a diverting show. +[ Zxit + + +126 FAUST. + + +X. + + +THE NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE. + + +MARTHA (sous). +Ce forgive my husband, yet he +Has n’t done his duty by me! +Off in the world he went straightway, — +Left me lie in the straw where I lay, +And, truly, I did naught to fret him: +God knows I loved, and can’t forget him! +(She weeps.) +Perhaps he’s even dead! Ah, woe! — +Had I a certificate to show! + + +MARGARET (comes). +Dame Martha! +MARTHA. + + +Margaret! what ’s happened thee? + + +MARGARET. +I scarce can stand, my knees are trembling! +I find a box, the first resembling, +Within my press! Of ebony, — +And things, all splendid to behold, +And richer far than were the old. : + + +MARTHA. + + +You must n’t tell it to your mother! +’T would go to the priest, as did the other. + + + + + +SCENE X. 127 + + +MARGARET. +Ah, look and see — just look and see! + + +MARTHA (adorning her). +O, what a blessed luck for thee! + + +MARGARET. + + +But,gh ! in the streets I dare not bear them, +Nor in the church be seen to wear them + + +MARTHA. + + +Yet thou canst often this way wander, + +And secretly the jewels don, + +Walk up and down an hour, before the mirror yonder, — +We'll have our private joy thereon. + +And then a chance will come, a holiday, + +When, piece by piece, can one the things abroad display, +A chain at first, then other ornament: + +Thy mother will not see, and stories we ’ll invent. + + +MARGARET. + + +Whoever could have brought me things so precious ? +That something ’s wrong, I feel suspicious. + + +(A knock.) +Good Heaven! My mother can that have been? + + +MARTHA (feeping through the blind). +"T is some strange gentleman. — Come in! + + +(MEPHISTOPHELES enters.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +That I so boldly introduce me, +I beg you, ladies, to excuse me. + + +128 + + +FAUST. + + +(Steps back reverently, on seeing MARGARET.) +For Martha Schwerdtlein I ’d inquire! + + +MARTHA. +I’m she: what does the gentleman desire? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (aside fo her). +It is enough that you are she: +You ’ve a visitor of high degree. +Pardon the freedom I have ta’en, — +Will after noon return again. + + +MARTHA (aloud). + + +Of all things in the world! Just hear — +He takes thee for a lady, dear! + + +MARGARET. + + +I am a creature young and poor: +The gentleman ’s too kind. I ’m sure. +The jewels don’t belong to me. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Ah, not alone the jewelry! +The look, the manner, both betray — +Rejoiced am I that I may stay! + + +MARTHA. +What is your business? 1 would fain — + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +J would I had a more cheerful strain ! +Take not unkindly its repeating : +Your husband ’s dead, and sends a greeting. + + +SCENE X. “129 + + +MARTHA. + + +Is dead? Alas, that heart so true! +My husband dead! Let me die, too! + + +MARGARET. +Ah, dearest dame, let not your courage fail ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Hear me relate the mournful tale! + + +MARGARET. + + +Therefore I ’d never love, believe me! +A loss like this to death would grieve me. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Joy follows woe, woe after joy comes flying. + + +MARTHA. +Relate his life’s sad close to me! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +In Padua buried, he is lying +Beside the good Saint Antony,'= +Within a grave well consecrated, +For cool, eternal rest created. + + +MARTHA. +He gave you, further, no commission ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +Yes, one of weight, with many sighs: +Three hundred masses buy, to save him from perdition ! +My hands are empty, otherwise. +6* 1 + + +130 FAUST. + + +MARTHA. +What! Nota 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. +Madan, 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. + + +Alack, that men are so unfortunate ! +Surely for his soul’s sake full many a prayer I ’1l proffer. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +You well deserve a speedy marriage-offer : +You are so kind, compassionate. + + +MARGARET. +O, no! As yet, it would not do. + + +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. + + +MARGARET. +The country’s custom is not so. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Custom, or not! It happens, though. + + +3 + + +SCENE X. 131 + + +MARTHA. + +Continue, pray ! + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +I stood beside his bed of dying. +'T was 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 !” + + +MARTHA (weeping). +The dear, good man! Long since was he forgiven. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +“Yet she, God knows! was more to blame than I.” + + +MARTHA. +He lied! What! On the brink of death he slandered + + +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. + + +Had he all love, all faith forgotten in his riot ? +My work and worry, day and night? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Not so: the memory of it touched him quite. +Said he: “ When I from Malta went away + + + + + +132 FAUST. + + +My prayers for wife and little ones were zealous, +And such a luck from Heaven befell us, + +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.” + + +MARTHA. +Say, how? Say, where? If buried, did he own it? + + +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. + + +MARTHA. +The villain! From his children thieving! +Even all the misery on him cast +Could not prevent his shameful way of living ! + + +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. + + +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. + + + + + +SCENE X. 133 + + +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, +1 would, myself, change rings with you. + + +MARTHA. +The gentleman is pleased to jest. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (aside). +I ll cut away, betimes, from here : +She ’d take the Devil at his word, I fear. +(Zo MARGARET.) +How fares the heart within your breast? + + +MARGARET. +What means the gentleman? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (aside). +Sweet innocent, thou art! + + +Aloud. +Ladies, farewell! + + +MARGARET. +Farewell ! + + +MARTHA. +A moment, ere we part! +I'd like to have a legal witness, +Where, how, and when he died, to certify with fitness. +Irregular ways I ’ve always hated ; +I want his death in the weekly paper stated.'°3 + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Yes, my good dame, a pair of witnesses +Always the truth establishes. + + +134 + + +FA OST. + + +I have a friend of high condition, +Who ’Il also add his deposition. +I ‘ll bring him here. + + +MARTHA. +Good Sir, pray do! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +And this young lady will be present, too? +A gallant youth! has travelled far: +Ladies with him delighted are. + + +MARGARET. +Before him I should blush, ashamed. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Before no king that could be named! + + +MARTHA. + + +Behind the house, in my garden, then, +This eve we ’ll expect the gentlemen. + + + + + + + + +SCENE X1. 135 + + +XI. +STREET. + + +FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +FAUST. +H OW is it? under way? and soon complete? + + +' MEPHISTOPHELES. +Ah, bravo! Do I find you burning? +Well, Margaret soon will still your yearning : +At Neighbor Martha’s you ’ll this evening meet. +A fitter woman ne’er was made +To ply the pimp and gypsy trade! + + +FAUST. +"T is well. +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Yet something is required from us. + + +FAUST. +One service pays the other thus. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +We ’ve but to make a deposition valid +That now her husband’s limbs, outstretched and pallia, +At Padua rest, in consecrated soil. + + +FAUST. + + +Most wise! And first, of course, we ’ll make the jour- +ney thither? + + +136 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Sancta simplicitas / no need of such a toil ; +Depose, with knowledge or without it, either ! + + +FAUST. +If you ’ve naught better, then, I ’ll tear your pretty plan} + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Now, 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, the world and all that in it has a place, + +Of Man, and all that moves the being of his race, + +Have you not terms and definitions given + +With brazen forehead, daring breast? + +And, if you ’ll probe the thing profoundly, + +Knew you so much — and you ’Il confess it roundly ! ~ +As here of Schwerdtlein’s death and place of restr + + +FAUST. +Thou art, and thou remain’st, a sophist, liar. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Yes, knew I not more deeply thy desire. +For wilt thou not, no lover fairer, + +Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her, +And all thy soul’s devotion swear her? + + +FAUST. +And from my heart. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +T is very fine! +Thine endless love, thy faith assuring, +The one almighty force enduring, — +Will that, too, prompt this heart of thine? + + +SCENE XI. 137 + + +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, — + +Is that a devilish lying game? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +And yet I’m right! +FAUST. +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. + + +138 FAUST. + + +XIT. + + +GARDEN. + + +(MARGARET on FAUST’S arm. MARTHA and MEPHISTOPH- +ELES walking up and down.) + + +MARGARET. + + +T FEEL, the gentleman ailows for me, +Demeans himself, and shames me by it; + +A traveller is so used to be + +Kindly content with any diet. + +1 know too well that my poor gossip can + +Ne’er entertain such an experienced man. + + +FAUST. + + +A look from thee, a word, more entertains +Than all the lore of wisest brains. +(He kisses her hand.) + + +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. +And you, Sir, travel always, do you not ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Alas, that trade and duty us so harry! + + +SCENE XI. 139 + + +With what a pang one leaves so many a spot, +And dares not even now and then to tarry! + + +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, +And so, as bachelor, into his grave a-creeping, +None ever found a thing to praise. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I dread to see how such a fate advances. + + +MARTHA. +Then, worthy Sir, improve betimes your chances ! +[ They pass +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 ’Il find. + + +FAUST. + + +Trust me, dear heart! what men call sensible +Is oft mere vanity and narrowness. + + +MARGARET. +How so? +FAUST. +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 — + + +140 FAUST. + + +MARGARET. + + +So you but think a moment’s space on me, +All times I ’ll have to think on you, all places ! 's + + +FAUST. +No doubt you ’re much alone? + + +MARGARET. + + +Yes, for our household small has grown, + +Yet must be cared for, you will own. + +We have no maid: I do the knitting, sewing, sweeping, +The cooking, early work and late, in fact; + +And mother, in her notions of housekeeping, + +Is so exact! . + +Not that she needs so much to keep expenses down: +We, more than others, might take comfort, rather: +A nice estate was left us by my father, + +A house, a little garden near the town. + +But now my days have less of noise and hurry ; + +My brother is a soldier, + +My little sister ’s dead. + +True, with the child a troubled life I led, + +Yet I would take again, and willing, all the worry, +So very dear was she. + + +FAUST. +An angel, if like thee ! + + +MARGARET. + + +I brought it up, and it was fond of me. + +Father had died before it saw the light, + +And mother’s case seemed hopeless quite, + +So weak and miserable she lay ; + +And she recovered, then, so slowly, day by day. +She could not think, herself, of giving + + +SCENE XI. 141 + + +The poor wee thing its natural living; +And so I nursed it all alone + +With milk and water: ’t was my own. +Lulled in my lap with many a song, + +It smiled, and tumbled, and grew strong. + + +FAUST.., +The purest bliss was surely then thy dower. + + +MARGARET. +But surely, also, many a weary hour. +I kept the baby’s cradle near +My bed at night: if ’t even stirred, I ’d guess it, +And waking, hear. +And I must nurse it, warm beside me press it, +And oft, to quiet it, my bed forsake, +And dandling back and forth the restless creature take, +Then at the wash-tub stand, at morning’s break ; +And then the marketing and kitchen-tending, +Day after day, the same thing, never-ending. +One’s spirits, Sir, are thus not always good, +But then one learns to relish rest and food. +[They pass +MARTHA. +Yes, the poor women are bad off, ’t is true: +A stubborn bachelor there ’s no converting. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +It but depends upon the like of you, +And I should turn to better ways than flirting. + + +MARTHA. + + +Speak plainly, Sir, have you no one detected ? +Has not your heart been anywhere subjected? + + +1142 FA OST, + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +The proverb says: One’s own warm hearth +And a good wife, are gold and jewels worth. + + +MARTHA. +I mean, have you not felt desire, though ne’er so slightly ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I ’ve everywhere, in fact, been entertained politely. + + +MARTHA. +I meant to say, were you not touched in earnest, ever? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +One should allow one’s self to jest with ladies never. + + +MARTHA. +Ah, you don’t understand ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I ’m sorry I ’m so blind: +But I am sure —that you are very kind. +[ They pass. +FAUST. +And me, thou angel! didst thou recognize, +As through the garden-gate I came? + + +MARGARET. +Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes. + + +FAUST. +And thou forgiv’st my freedom, and the blame +To my impertinence befitting, +As the Cathedral thou wert quitting? + + +SCENE XII. 143 + + +MARGARET. + + +I was confused, the like ne’er happened me; +No one could ever speak to my discredit. + +Ah, thought I, in my conduct has he read it— +Something immcodest or unseemly free? + +He seemed to have the sudden feeling + +That with this wench ’t were very easy dealing. +I will confess, I knew not what appeal + +On your behalf, here, in my bosom grew ; + +But I was angry with myself, to feel + +That I could not be angrier with you. + + +FAUST. +Sweet darling! + + +MARGARET. +: Wait a while! +(She plucks a star-flower,* and pulls off the leaves, one after +the other.) +FAUST. +Shall that a nosegay be? + + +MARGARET. +No, it is just in play. +FAUST. +How? + + +MARGARET. +Go! you'll laugh at me + + +(She pulls off the Leaves and murmurs.) + + +PAUST. +What murmurest thou ? + + +144 FAUST. + + +MARGARET (half aloud). +He loves me — loves me not. + + +FAUST. +Thou sweet, angelic soul! + + +MARGARET (continues). +Loves me — not — loves me — not ~ + + +(plucking the last leaf, she cries with frank delight :) +He loves me! +FAUST. + + +Yes, child! and let this blossom-word +For thee be speech divine! He loves thee! +Ah, know’st thou what it means? He loves thee! . + + +(He grasps both her hands.) + + +MARGARET. + +I’m all a-tremble! +FAUST. +O tremble not! but let this look, + +Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee +What is unspeakable! +To yield one wholly, and to feel a rapture +In yielding, that must be eternal! +Eternal !—for the end would be despair. +No, no, — no ending! no ending ! + + +MARTHA (coming forward ). +The night is falling. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Ay ! we must away. + + + + + +VJ + + +SCENE XII. 14$ + + +MARTHA. + + +I ’d ask you, longer here to tarry, + +But evil tongues in this town have full play. + +It’s as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry,'” +Nor other labor, + +But spying all the doings of one’s neighbor : + +And one becomes the talk, do whatsoe’er one may. +Where is our couple now? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Flown up the alley yonder, +The wilful summer-birds! + + +MARTHA. +He seems of her still fonder. + + +MESHISTOPHELES. +And she of him. So runs the world away! + + +VOL. L + + + + + +146 FAUST. + + +XITI. + + +A GARDEN-ARBOR. + + +(MARGARET comes in, conceals herself behind the door, puts her +Singer to her lips, and peeps through the crack.) + + +El comes ! + + +I have thee! + + +MARGARET. + + +FAUST (entering). +Ah, rogue ! a tease thou art: + + +(He kisses her.) +MARGARET + + +(clasping him, and returning the kiss). +Dearest man! I love thee from my heart. + + +(MEPHISTOPHELES &ntocks.) + + +FAUST (stamping his foot). +Who’s there ? +MEPHISTOPHELES. +A friend! + + +FAUST. +A beast! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +’T is time to separate + + +SCENE X11. 147 + + +MARTHA (coming). +Yes, Sir, ’t is late. +FAUST. +May I not, then, upoa you wait? + + +MARGARET. +My mother would — farewell ! + + +FAUST. +| Ah, car I vot remain ? +Farewell ! + + +' Adieu! + + +MARTHA. + + +MARGARET. +And soon to meet again! +[ Zxeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES; + + +MARGARET. + + +Dear God! However is it, such + +A man. can think and know so much ? +I stand ashamed and in amaze, + +And answer “ Yes ” to all he says, + +A poor, unknowing child! and he — +I can’t think what he finds in me! + + +148 FAUST. + + +XIV. + + +FOREST AND CAVERN. + + +FAUST (solus). + + +cent sublime, thou gav’st me, gav’st me al] +For which I prayed. Not unto me in vain +Hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire. +Thou gav’st me Nature as a kingdom grand, +With power to feel and to enjoy it. Thou + +Not only cold, amazed acquaintance yield’st, + +But grantest, that in her profoundest breast + +I gaze, as in the bosom of a friend. + +The ranks of living creatures thou dost lead +Before me, teaching me to know my brothers + +In air and water and the silent wood. + +And when the storm in forests roars and grinds, +The giant firs, in falling, neighbor boughs + +And neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down, +And falling, fill the hills with hollow thunders, — +Then to the cave secure thou leadest me, + +Then show’st me mine own self, and in my breast +The deep, mysterious miracles unfold. + +And when the perfect moon before my gaze +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, + + +SCENE XIV. 149 + + +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 scurnful, 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. +Have you not led this life quite long enough? +How can a further test delight you? +’T is very well, that once one tries the stuff, +But something new must then requite you. + + +FAUST. +Would there were other work for thee ! +To plague my day auspicious thou returnest. + + +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, — +A 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. + + +FAUST. +There is, again, thy proper tone! — +That thou hast bored me, I must thankful be! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES, +Poor Son of Earth, how couldst thou thus alone +Have led thy life, bereft of me ? + + +150 FAOST. ° + + +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 ’t were 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. + + +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. " + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +A blessing drawn from supernatural fountains ! + +In night and dew to lie ypon the mountains ; + +All Heaven and Earth in rapture penetrating ; + +Thyself to Godhood haughtily inflating ; + +To grub with yearning force through Earth’s dark +marrow, + +Compress the six days’ work within thy bosom nar- +row, +— + +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, — +I dare n’t say how —to pluck the final flower ! + + +SCENE XIV. 1st + + +FAUST. +Shame on thee! + + +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; +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 séek thee, tenderer, fonder,— +A 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 /ky 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. + + +152 - FAUST. + + +FAUST. +Serpent! serpent! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (aside). +Ha! do I trap thee! +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. +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; +Though I were ne’er so far, it cannot falter; + +T envy even the Body of the Lord + +The touching of her lips, before the altar. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +"T is very well! AZy envy oft reposes +On your twin-pair, that feed among the roses." + + +FAUST. +Away, thou pimp! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +You rail, and it is fun to me. +The God, who fashioned youth and maid, +Perceived the noblest purpose of His trade, +And also made their opportunity. +Goon! It is a woe profound ! + + + + + +SCENE XIV. T53 + + +'T is for your sweetheart’s room you ’re bound, +And not for death, indeed. + + +FAUST. + + +What are, within her arms, tne heavenly blisses ? +Though I be glowing with her kisses, + +Do I not always share her need? + +I am the fugitive, all houseless roaming, + +The monster without aim or rest, + +That like a cataract, down rocks and gorges foaming, +Leaps, maddened, into the abyss’s breast ! + +And side-wards she, with young unwakened senses, +Within her cabin on the Alpine field + +Her simple, homely life commences, + +Her little world therein concealed. + +And I, God’s hate flung o’er me, + +Had not enough, to thrust + +The stubborn rocks before me + +And strike them into dust ! + +She and her peace I yet must undermine: + +Thou, Hell, hast claimed this sacrifice as thine! +Help, Devil! through the coming pangs to push me; +What must be, let it quickly be! + +Let fall on me her fate, and also crush me, — + +One ruin whelm both her and me ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Again it seethes, again it glows! +Thou fool, go in and comfort her ! +When such a head as thine no outlet knows, +It thinks the end must soon occur. +Hail him, who keeps a steadfast mind! +Thou, else, dost well the devil-nature wear: +Naught so insipid in the world I find +As is a devil in despair. + +7% + + +FAUST, + + +XV. + + +MARGARET’S ROOM. + + +MARGARET "3 +(at the spinning-wheel, alone). +M Y peace is gone, +My heart is sore: + + +I never shall find it, +Ah, nevermore ! + + +Save I have him near, +The grave is here; +The world is gall + +And bitterness all. + + +My poor weak head +Is racked and crazed; +My thought is lost, +My senses mazed. + + +My peace is gone, +My heart is sore: + +I never shall find it, +Ah, nevermore ! + + +To see him, him only, +At the pane I sit; + +To meet him, him only, +The house I quit. + + +SCENE XV. 155 + + +His lofty gait, + +His noble size, + +The smile of his mouth, +The power of his eyes, + + +And the magic flow + +Of his talk, the bliss + +In the clasp of his hand, +And, ah! his kiss! + + +My peace is gone, +My heart is sore: + +I never shall find it, +Ah, nevermore ! + + +My bosom yearns + +For him alone ; + +Ah, dared I clasp him, +And hold, and own! + + +And kiss his mouth, +To heart’s desire, +And on his kisses +At last expire ! + + +156 FAUST. + + +XVL + + +MARTHA’S GARDEN. + + +MARGARET. FAUST. + + +MARGARET. +pee me, Henry ! — + + +FAUST. +What I can! + + +MARGARET. +How is ’t with thy religion, pray? +Thou art a dear, good-hearted man, +And yet, I think, dost not incline that way. + + +FAUST. + + +Leave that, my child! Thou know’st my iove is tender; +For love, my blood and life would I surrender, +And as for Faith and Church, I grant to each his own. + + +MARGARET. +That ’s not enough: we must believe thereon. + + +FAUST. +Must we? + + +MARGARET. + + +Would that I had some influence! +Then, too, thou honorest not the Holy Sacraments. + + +SCENE XVI. 157 + + +FAUST. +I honor them. + + +MARGARET. +Desiring no possession. +I is long since thou hast been to mass or to confession. +Believest thou in God? + + +FAUST. +My darling, who shall dare +“1 believe in God!” to say? +Ask priest or sage the answer to declare, +And it will seem a mocking play, +A sarcasm on the asker. + + +MARGARET. +Then thou believest not! + + +FAUST. +Hear me not falsely, sweetest countenance ! "4 +Who dare express Him? +And who profess Him, +Saying: I believe in Him! +Who, feeling, seeing, +Deny His being, +Saying: I believe Him not! +The All-enfolding, +The All-upholding, +Folds and upholds he not +Thee, me, Himself ? +Arches not there the sky above us? +Lies not beneath us, firm, the earth? > +And rise not, on us shining, +Friendly, the everlasting stars ? +Look I not, eye to eye, on thee, + + +158 FAUST. + + +And feel’st not, thronging + +To head and heart, the force, + +Still weaving its eternal secret, + +Invisible, visible, round thy life? + +Vast as it is, fill with that force thy heart, +And when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art, +Call it, then, what thou wilt, — + +Call it Bliss! Heart! Love! God! + +I have no name to give it! + +Feeling is all in all: + +The Name is sound and smoke, +Obscuring Heaven's clear glow. + + +MARGARET. + + +All that is fine and good, to hear it so: +Much the same way the preacher spoke, +Only with slightly different phrases. + + +FAUST. + + +The same thing, in all places, + +All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day — +Each in its language — say ; + +Then why not I, in mine, as well? + + +MARGARET. + + +To hear it thus, it may seem passable; +And yet, some hitch in ’t there must be +For thou hast no Christianity. + + +FAUST. +Dear love! + + +MARGARET. + + +I’ve long been grieved vo see +That thou art in such company. + + + + + + + + +SCENE XVI. 159 + + +FAUST. +How so? + + +MARGARET. + + +The man who with thee goes, thy mate, +Within my deepest, inmost soul I hate. +In all my life there’s nothing +Has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing, +As his repulsive face has done. + + +FAUST. +Nay, fear him not, my sweetest one! + + +MARGARET. + + +I feel his presence like something ill. + +I’ve else, for all, a kindly will, + +But, much as my heart to see thee yearneth, +The secret horror of him returneth ; + +And I think the man a knave, as I live! + +If I do him wrong, may God forgive ! + + +FAUST. +There must be such queer birds, however. + + +MARGARET. + + +Live with the like of him, may I never! +When once inside the door comes he, + +He looks around so sneeringly, + +And half in wrath: + +One sees that in nothing no interest he hath: +’T is written on his very forehead + +That love, to him, is a thing abhorréd. + +I am so happy on thine arm, + +So free, so yielding, and so warm, + +And in his presence stifled seems my heart. + + +160 FAUST. + + +FAUST. +Foreboding angel that thou art! + + +MARGARET. + + +It overcomes me in such degree, + +That wheresoe’er he meets us, even, + +I feel as though I'd lost my love for thee. +When he is by, I could not pray to Heaven. +That burns within me like a flame, + +And surely, Henry, ’t is with thee the same. + + +FAUST. +There, now, is thine antipathy ! + + +MARGARET. +But I must go. + + +FAUST. + + +Ah, shall there never be +A quiet hour, to see us fondly plighted, +With breast to breast, and soul to soul united ? + + +MARGARET. + + +Ah, if I only slept alone! + +I’d draw the bolts to-night, for thy desire ; +But mother’s sleep so light has grown, +And if we were discovered by her, + +’T would be my death upon the spot ! + + +FAUST. + + +Thou angel, fear it not! + +Here is a phial: in her drink + +But three drops of it measure, + +And deepest sleep will on her senses sink. + + + + + +SCENE XVI. 161 + + +MARGARET. + + +What would I not, to give thee pleasure? +It will not harm her, when one tries it? + + +FAUST. +If ’t would, my love, would I advise it? + + +MARGARET. + + +Ah, dearest man, if but thy face I see, +I know not what compels me to thy will: +So much have I already done for thee, +That scarcely more is left me to fulfil. + + +[Exit +(Enter MEPHISTOPHELES. ) +MEPHISTOPHELES. +The monkey! Is she gone? +FAUST. +Hast played the spy again? +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +I’ve heard, most fully, how she drew thee. + +The. Doctor has been catechised, ’t is plain ; + +Great good, I hope, the thing will do thee. + +The girls have much desire to ascertain + +If one is prim and good, as ancient rules compel: + +If there he ’s led, they think, he ’ll follow them as well. + + +FAUST. + + +Thou, monster, wilt nor see nor own + +How this pure soul, of faith so lowly, + +So loving and ineffable, — + +- The faith alone + +That her salvation is, — with scruples holy + +Pines, lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well ! +K + + +162 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Thou, full of sensual, super-sensual desire, +A girl by the nose is leading thee. + + +FAUST. +Abortion, thou, of filth and fire! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +And then, how masterly she reads physiognomy ! +When I am present she’s impressed, she knows not how; +She in my mask a hidden sense would read : +She feels that surely I’m a genius now, — +Perhaps the very Devil, indeed! +Well, well, — to-night —? + + +FAUST. +What’s that to thee ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Yet my delight ’t will also be ! + + +SCENE XVII. 163 + + +XVII. + + +AT THE FOUNTAIN."s +MARGARET and LISBETH with pitchers. + + +LISBETH. +H AST nothing heard of Barbara ? + + +MARGARET. +No, not a word. I go so little out. + + +LISBETH. +It’s true, Sibylla said, to-day. +She ’s played the fool at last, there ’s not a doubt. +Such taking-on of airs ! + + +MARGARET. +How so? + + +LISBETH. +It stinks ! + + +She ’s feeding two, whene’er she eats and drinks. + + +MARGARET. +Ah! + + +LISBETH. +And so, at last, it serves her rightly. +She clung to the fellow so long and tightly ! + + +That was a promenading ! +At village and dance parading! + + + + + +FAUST. + + +As the first they must everywhere shine, +And he treated her always to pies and wine, +And she made a to-do with her face so fine ; +So mean and shameless was her behavior, +She took all the presents the fellow gave her. +’T was kissing and coddling, on and on! + +So now, at the end, the flower is gone. + + +MARGARET, +The poor, poor thing ! + + +LISBETH. +Dost pity her, at that ? + +When one of us at spinning sat, +And mother, nights, ne’er let us out the door +She sported with her paramour. +On the door-bench, in the passage dark, +The length of the time they ’d never mark. +So now her head no more she ’I] lift, +But do church-penance in her sinner’s shift ! + + +MARGARET. +He ’ll surely take her for his wife. + + +LISBETH. + + +-He’d bea fool! A brisk young blade + + +Has room, elsewhere, to ply his trade. +Besides, he’s gone. + + +MARGARET. +That is not fair ! + + +LISBETH. +If him she gets, why let her beware ! + + +SCENE XVII. 165 + + +The boys shall dash her wreath on the floor, +And we ’ll scatter chaff before her door !'*6 +[Zxit. +MARGARET (returning home). + + +How scornfully I once reviled, + +When some poor maiden was beguiled ! +More speech than any tongue suffices + +I craved, to censure others’ vices. + +Black as it seemed, I blackened still, +And blacker yet was in my will; + +And blessed myself, and boasted high, — +And now —a living sin am I! + +Yet— all that drove my heart thereto, +God! was so good, so dear, so true! + + +166 FAUST. + + +XVIII +DONJON." + + +(J a niche of the wall a shrine, with an image of the Mater +Dolorosa. Pots of flowers before it.) + + +MARGARET + + +“(putting fresh flowers in the pots). +NCLINE, O Maiden, +Thou sorrow-laden, +Thy gracious countenance upon my pain ! + + +The sword Thy heart in, +With anguish smarting, +Thou lookest up to where Thy Son is slain! + + +Thou seest the Father ; +Thy sad sighs gather, +And bear aloft Thy sorrow and His pain! + + +Ah, past guessing, + +Beyond expressing, + +The pangs that wring my flesh and bone } +Why this anxious heart so burneth, + +Why it trembleth, why it yearneth, +Knowest Thou, and Thou alone! + + +Where’er I go, what sorrow, +What woe, what woe and sorrow + + + + + +SCENE XWII. 167 + + +Within my bosom aches! +Alone, and ah! unsleeping, + +I’m weeping, weeping, weeping, +The heart within me breaks. + + +The pots before my window, +Alas! my tears did wet, +As in the early morning +For thee these flowers I set. + + +Within my lonely chamber +The morning sun shone red: +I sat, in utter sorrow, +Already on my bed. + + +Help! rescue me from death and stain! +O Maiden! . + +Thou sorrow-laden, + +Incline Thy countenance upon my pain i + + +168 FAUST. + + +XIX. +NIGH f. + + +STREET BEFORE MARGARET’S DOOR. + + +VALENTINE "8 +(a soldier, MARGARET'S brother). + + +HEN I have sat at some carouse, +Where each to each his brag allows, +And many a comrade praised to me +His pink of girls right lustily, +With brimming glass that spilled the toast, +And elbows planted as in boast: +I sat in unconcerned repose, +And heard the swagger as it rose. +And stroking then my beard, I'd say, +Smiling, the bumper in my hand: +“Each well enough in her own way, +But is there one in all the land +Like sister Margaret, good as gold, — +One that to her can a candle hold?” +Cling! clang! “ Here’s to her!” went around +The board: “ He speaks the truth!” cried some; +“In her the flower o’ the sex is found!” +And all the swaggerers were dumb. +And now! — I could tear my hair with vexation, +And dash out my brains in desperation ! +With turned-up nose each scamp may face me, +With sneers and stinging taunts disgrace me, + + + + + +SCENE XIX. 169 + + +And, like a bankrupt debtor sitting, + +A chance-dropped word may set me sweating! +Yet, though I thresh them all together, + +I cannot call them liars, either. + + +But what comes sneaking, there, to view? +If I mistake not, there are two. + +If ke’s one, let me at him drive ! + +He shall not leave the spot alive. + + +Faust. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +FAUST. +How from the window of the sacristy +Upward th’ eternal lamp sends forth a glimmer, +That, lessening side-wards, fainter grows and dimmer, +Till darkness closes from the sky ! +The shadows thus within my bosom gather. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +I’m like a sentimental tom-cat, rather, + +That round the tall fire-ladders sweeps, + +And stealthy, then, along the coping creeps: +Quite virtuous, withal, 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, +And one keeps watch then with delight. + + +FAUST. +Meanwhile, may not the treasure risen be, +Which there, behind, I glimmering see? +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Shalt soon experience the pleasure, +To lift the kettle with its treasure. +VOL. I. 8 + + + + + + + + +170 FAUST. + + +I lately gave therein a squint — +Saw splendid lion-dollars in ’t."9 + + +FAUST. + + +Not even a jewel, not a ring, +To deck therewith my darling girl? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +I saw, among the rest, a thing +That seemed to be a chain of pearl. + + +. FAUST. +That’s well, indeed! For painful is it +To bring no gift when her I visit. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Thou shouldst not find it so annoying, + +Without return to be enjoying. + +Now, while the sky leads forth its starry throng, +Thou ’It hear a masterpiece, no work completer: +I'll sing her, first, a moral song, + +The surer, afterwards, to cheat her. + + +(Sings to the cither.) + + +What dost thou here'= +In daybreak clear, +Kathrina dear, + +Before thy lover’s door? +Beware! the blade + +Lets in a maid, + +That out a maid +Departeth nevermore! + + +The coaxing shun +Of such an one! +When once ’t is done + + + + + +SCENE XIX. 7% + + +Good-night to thee, poor thing! + +Love’s time is brief : + +Unto no thief + +Be warm and lief, + +But with the wedding-ring ! + +VALENTINE (comes forward). + +Whom wilt thou lure? God’s-element! +Rat-catching piper, thou ! — perdition !** +To the Devil, first, the instrument ! +To the Devil, then, the curst musician ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +The cither’s smashed! For nothing more ’t is fitting. + + +VALENTINE. +There’s yet a skull I must be splitting! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (¢o Faust). +Sir Doctor, don’t retreat, I pray! +Stand by: I'll lead, if youll but tarry: +Out with your spit, without delay !' +You ’ve but to lunge, and I will parry. + + +VALENTINE. +Then parry that! + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +Why not? ’t is light. +VALENTINE. + +That, too! + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +Of course. + + +VALENTINE, + + +I think the Devil must fight ! +How is it, then? my hand’s already lame. + + +172 FAUST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo Faust). +Thrust home! + + +VALENTINE ( /adls). +O God! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Now is the lubber tame! +But come, away! ’T is time for us to fly ; +For there arises now a murderous cry. +With the police ’t were easy to compound it, +But here the penal court will sift and sound it. +[ Axst with Faust. + +MARTHA (at the window). + +Come out! come out! + + +MARGARET (at the window). +Quick, bring a light! + + +MARTHA (as adove). +They swear and storm, they yell and fight! + + +PEOPLE. +Here lies one dead already — see! + + +MARTHA (coming from the house). +The murderers, whither have they run? + + +MARGARET (coming out). + + +Who lies here? +PEOPLE. + + +°T is thy mother’s son! + + +MARGARET. +Almighty God! what misery ! + + + + + +SCENE XIX. 173 + + +VALENTINE. +I’m dying! That is quickly said, +And quicker yet ’t is done. +Why howl, you women there? Instead, +Come here and listen, every one! + +(All gather around him.) + +My Margaret, see! still young thou art, +But not the least bit shrewd or smart, +Thy business thus to slight: +So this advice I bid thee heed — +Now that thou art a whore indeed, +Why, be one then, outright! + + +MARGARET. +My brother! God! such words to me? + + +VALENTINE. + + +In this game let our Lord God be! +What ’s done ’s already done, alas! +What follows it, must come to pass. +With one begin’st thou secretly, +Then soon will others come to thee, +And when a dozen thee have known, +Thou ’rt also free to all the town. + + +When Shame is born and first appears, +She is in secret brought to light, + +And then they draw the veil of night + +Over her head and ears; + +Her life, in fact, they ’re loath to spare her. +But let her growth and strength display, +She walks abroad unveiled by day, + +Yet is not grown a whit the fairer. + +The uglier she is to sight, + +The more she seeks the day’s broad light. + + +174 + + +FAUST. + + +The time I verily can discern + +When all the honest folk will turn + +From thee, thou jade! and seek protection +As from a corpse that breeds infection. +Thy guilty heart shall then dismay thee, +When they but look thee in the face : — +Shalt not in a golden chain array thee, +Nor at the altar take thy place! + +Shalt not, in lace and ribbons flowing, +Make merry when the dance is going! + +But in some corner, woe betide thee! +Among the beggars and cripples hide thee; +And so, though even God forgive, + +On earth a damned existence live ! + + +MARTHA. + + +Commend your soul to God for pardon, +That you your heart with slander harden! + + +VALENTINE. +Thou pimp most infamous, be still! +Could I thy withered body kill, +’T would bring, for all my sinful pleasure, +Forgiveness in the richest measure. + + +MARGARET. +My brother! This is Hell’s own pain! + + +VALENTINE. + + +I tell thee, from thy tears refrain ! +When thou from honor didst depart + +It stabbed me to the very heart. + +New through the slumber of the grave +I go to God as a soldier brave. + + +( Dies.) + + +i aT ce a aan a a +ene + + +SCENE XX. 175 + + +XX. + + +CATHEDRAL."3 + + +SERVICE, ORGAN AND ANTHEM. + + +(MARGARET among much people: the EVIL Spirit dehsnd +MARGARET.) + + +EVIL SPIRIT. + + +OW otherwise was it, Margaret, +When thou, still innocent, +Here to the altar cam’st, +And from the worn and fingered book +Thy prayers didst prattle, +Half sport of childhood, +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, +That fell asleep to long, long torment, and through thee ? +Upon thy threshold whose the blood ? +And stirreth not and quickens +Something beneath thy heart, +Thy life disquieting +With most foreboding presence ? +MARGARET. + + +Woe! woe! +Would I were free from the thoughts + + + + + + + + +£76 + + +FAUST. + + +That cross me, drawing hither and thither, +Despite me ! +CHORUS. +Dies tra, dies illa,™4 +Solvet seclum in favilla! +(Sound of the organ.) + + +EVIL SPIRIT. + + +Wrath takes thee ! +The trumpet peals ! + + +‘The graves tremble ! + + +And thy heart + +From ashy rest + +To fiery torments + +Now again requickened, +Throbs to life ! + + +MARGARET. + + +Would I were forth! + +I feel as if the organ here +My breath takes from me, +My very heart + +Dissolved by the anthem ! + + +CHORUS. + + +Fudex ergo cum sedebit,s +Quidguid latet, adparebit, +Nil inultum remanebit. + + +MARGARET. + + +I cannot breathe ! +The massy pillars +Imprison me! + +The vaulted arches +Crush me! — Air! + + + + + + + + +SCENE XX. 179 + + +EVIL SPIRIT. +Hide thyself! Sin and shame +Stay never hidden. +Air? Light? +Woe to thee! +CHORUS. + + +Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, +Quem patronum rogaturus, +Cum vix justus sit securus ? + + +EVIL SPIRIT. + + +They turn their faces, + +The glorified, from thee : + +The pure, their hands to offer, +Shuddering, refuse thee ! +Woe! + + +CHORUS. +Quid sum miser tunc dicturus ? + + +MARGARET. +Neighbor! your cordial ! }77 +(Ske falls in a swoon.r + + + + + + + + +178 FAUST. + + +XXI. +WALPURGIS-NIGHT.™ + + +THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS. +District of Schierke and Elend. +FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES, + + +OST thou not wish a broomstick-steed’s assistance ? +The sturdiest he-goat I would gladly see: +The way we take, our goal is yet some distance. + + +FAUST. + + +So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence, +This knotted staff suffices me. + +What need to shorten so the way ? + +Along this labyrinth of vales to wander, + +Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder, +Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray, . + +Is such delight, my steps would fain delay. + +The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches, +And even the fir-tree feels it now: + +Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I notice no such thing, I vow! +'T is winter still within my body: +Upon my path I wish for frost and snow. + + +SCENE XXJ/. 179 + + +How sadly rises, incomplete and ruddy, + +The moon’s lone disk, with its belated glow,'™ + +And lights so dimly, that, as one advances, + +At every step one strikes a rock or tree ! + +Let us, then, use a Jack-o’-lantern’s glances: + +I see one yonder, burning merrily. + +Ho, there! my friend! I ’ll levy thine attendance: +Why waste so vainly thy resplendence ? + +Be kind enough to light us up the steep! + + +WILL-O’-THE-WISP. +My reverence, I hope, will me enable +To curb my temperament unstable ; +For zigzag courses we are wont to keep. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Indeed? he ’d like mankind to imitate! +Now, in the Devil’s name, go straight, +Or I'll blow out his being’s flickering spark! + + +WILL-O’-THE-WISP. + + +You are the master of the house, I mark, + +And I shall try to serve you nicely. + +But then, reflect: the mountain ’s magic-mad to-day, +And if a will-o’-the-wisp must guide you on the way, +You must n’t take things too precisely. + + +FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, WILL-O’-THE-WISP +(i alternating song). +We, it seems, have entered newly +In the sphere of dreams enchanted. +Do thy bidding, guide us truly, +That our feet be forwards planted +In the vast, the desert spaces ! + + +180 + + +FAUST. + + +See them swiftly changing places, +Trees on trees beside us trooping, +And the crags above us stooping, +And the rocky snouts, outgrowing, — +Hear them snoring, hear them blowing !'* +O’er the stones, the grasses, flowing +Stream and streamlet seek the hollow. +Hear I noises? songs that follow? +Hear I tender love-petitions ? + +Voices of those heavenly visions? +Sounds of hope, of love undying ! +And the echoes, like traditions + +Of old days, come faint and hollow. + + +Hoo-hoo! Shoo-hoo! Nearer hover +Jay and screech-owl, and the plover, — +Are they all awake and crying ? + +Is ’t the salamander pushes, +Bloated-bellied, through the bushes ? +And the roots, like serpents twisted, +Through the sand and boulders toiling, +Fright us, weirdest links uncoiling + +To entrap us, unresisted : + +Living knots and gnarls uncanny + +Feel with polypus-antenne + +For the wanderer. Mice are flying, +Thousand-colored, herd-wise hieing +Through the moss and through the heather! +And the fire-flies wink and darkle, +Crowded swarms that soar and sparkle, +And in wildering escort gather ! + + +Tell me, if we still are standing, + +Or if further we ’re ascending ? + +All is turning, whirling, blending, +Trees and rocks with grinning faces, + + + + + +SCENE XXII. 181 + + +Wandering lights that spin in mazes, +Still increasing and expanding ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Grasp my skirt with heart undaunted ! +Here a middle-peak is planted, +Whence one seéth, with amaze, +Mammon in the mountain blaze. + + +FAUST. + + +How strangely glimmers through the hollows +A dreary light, like that of dawn! + +Its exhalation tracks and follows + +The deepest gorges, faint and wan. + +Here steam, there rolling vapor sweepeth ; +Here burns the glow through film and haze: +Now like a tender thread it creepeth, + +Now like a fountain leaps and plays. + +Here winds away, and in a hundred +Divided veins the valley braids : + +There, in a corner pressed and sundered, +Itself detaches, spreads and fades. + +Here gush the sparkles incandescent + +Like scattered showers of golden sand ; — +But, see! in all their height, at present, +The rocky ramparts blazing stand. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Has not Sir Mammon grandly lighted + +His palace for this festal night? + +*T is lucky thou hast seen the sight ; + +The boisterous guests approach that were invited. + + +FAUST. + + +How raves the tempest through the air ! *# +With what fierce blows upon my neck ’t is beating! + + +132 FA OST. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Under the old ribs of the rock retreating, +Hold fast, lest thou be hurled down the abysses there! +The night with the mist is black; + +Hark! how the forests grind and crack! +Frightened, the owlets are scattered : +Hearken! the pillars are shattered, + +The evergreen palaces shaking! + +Boughs are groaning and breaking, + +The tree-trunks terribly thunder, + +The roots are twisting asunder ! + +In frightfully intricate crashing + +Each on the other is dashing, + +And over the wreck-strewn gorges + +The tempest whistles and surges! +Hear’st thou voices higher ringing? + +Far away, or nearer singing? + +Yes, the mountain’s side along, + +Sweeps an infuriate glamouring song! + + +WITCHES (in chorus). + + +The witches ride to the Brocken’s top,'* +The stubble is yellow, and green the crop. +There gathers the crowd for carnival : + +Sir Urian sits over all. + +And so they go over stone and stock; +The witch she ——s, and ——s the buck. + + +A VOICE. + + +Alone, old Baubo ’s coming now ; "3 +She rides upon a farrow-sow. + + +CHORUS. + + +Then honor to whom the honor is due} +Dame Baubo first, to lead the crew! + + + + + +SCENE XXI. 183 + + +A tough old sow and the mother thereon, +Then follow the witches, every one. + + +A VOICE, +Which way com’st thou hither? + + +VOICE, +O’er the Ilsen-stone. + + +I peeped at the owl in her nest alone: +How she stared and glared! + + +VOICE. +Betake thee to Hell! + + +Why so fast and so fell? + + +VOICE. + + +She has scored and has flayed me: +See the wounds she has made me! + + +WITCHES (chorus). +The way is wide, the way is long: +See, what a wild and crazy throng! +The broom it scratches, the fork it thrusts, +The child is stifled, the mother bursts. + + +WIZARDS (semichorus). +As doth the snail in shell, we crawl: +Before us go the women all. +When towards the Devil’s House we tread, +Woman ’s a thousand steps ahead." + + +OTHER SEMICHORUS. + + +We do not measure with such care: +Woman in thousand steps is there, +But howsve’er she hasten may, + +Man in one leap has cleared the way. + + + + + +FA OST. + + +VOICE (from above). +Come on, come on, from Rocky Lake! + + +VOICE (from below). +Aloft we’d fain ourselves betake. +We've washed, and are bright as ever you will, +Yet we’re eternally sterile still.*3s + + +- BOTH CHORUSES. +The wind is hushed, the star shoots by, +The dreary moon forsakes the sky; +The magic notes, like spark on spark, +Drizzle, whistling through the dark.?* + + +VOICE (from below). +Halt, there! Ho, there! + + +VOICE (from above). +Who calls from the rocky cleft below there ? + + +VOICE (below). +Take me, too! take me, too! +I’m climbing now three hundred years, +And yet the summit cannot see: +Among my equals I would be. + + +BOTH CHORUSES. +Bears the broom and bears the stock, +Bears the fork and bears the buck: +Who cannot raise himself to-night +Is evermore a ruined wight. + + +HALF-WITCH (d¢e/ow). + + +So long I stumble, ill bestead, +And the others are now so far ahead! + + +SCENE XXI, 185 + + +At home I ’ve neither rest nor cheer, +And yet I cannot gain them here. + + +CHORUS OF WITCHES. +To cheer the witch will salve avail ; +A rag will answer for a sail; +Each trough a goodly ship supplies ; +He ne’er will fly, who now not flies. + + +| BOTH CHORUSES. +When round the summit whirls our flight, +Then lower, and on the ground alight ; +And far and wide the heather press +With witchhood’s swarms of wantonness ! + + +( They settle down.) + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +They crowd and push, they roar and clatter! +They whirl and whistle, pull and chatter! +They shine, and spirt, and stink, and bum! +The true witch-element we learn. + +Keep close! or we are parted, in our turn. +Where art thou? + + +FAUST (in the distance). +Here! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +What! whirled so far astray! +Then house-right I must use, and clear the way. +Make room! Squire Voland comes!'3® Room, gentle + +rabble, room! + +Here, Doctor, hold to me: in one jump we ’Il resume +An easier space, and from the crowd be free: +Jt ’s too much, even for the like of me. + + +186 FAUST. + + +Yonder, with special light, there ’s something shining +clearer ; + +Within those bushes; I ’ve a mind to see. + +Come on! we ’ll slip a little nearer. + + +FAUST. + + +Spirit of Contradiction! On! I "ll follow straight. +'T is planned most wisely, if I judge aright: + +We climb the Brocken’s top in the Walpurgis-Night, +That arbitrarily, here, ourselves we isolate. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +But see, what motley flames among the heather! +There is a lively club together: +In smaller circles one is not alone. + + +FAUST. + + +Better the summit, I must own: + +There fire and whirling smoke I see. + +They seek the Evil One in wild confusion: +Many enigmas there might find solution. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +But there enigmas also knotted be. + +Leave to the multitude their riot! + +Here will we house ourselves in quiet. + +It is an old, transmitted trade, + +That in the greater world the little worlds are made. +I see stark-nude young witches congregate, + +And old ones, veiled and hidden shrewdly: + +On my account be kind, nor treat them rudely! +The trouble ’s small, the fun is great. + +I hear the noise of instruments attuning, — + +Vile din! yet one must learn to bear the crooning. +Come, come along! It mst be, I declare! + + +SCENE XX1. 187 + + +! "ll go ahead and introduce thee there, + +Thine obligation newly earning. + +That is no little space: what say’st thou, friend ? + +Look yonder ! thou canst scarcely see the end: + +A hundred fires along the ranks are burning. + +They dance, they chat, they cook, they drink, they +court : + +Now where, just tell me, is there better sport ? + + +FAUST. + + +Wilt thou, to introduce us to the revel, +Assume the part of wizard or of devil? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I ’m mostly used, ’t is true, to go incognito, +But on a gala-day one may his orders show. +The Garter does not deck my suit, +But honored and at home is here the cloven foot. +Perceiv’st thou yonder snail? It cometh, slow and +steady ; +So delicately its feelers pry, +That it hath scented me already : +I cannot here disguise me, if I try. +But come! we ’ll go from this fire to a newer: +I am the go-between, and thou the wooer. + + +( Zo some, who are sitting around dying embers :) +Old gentlemen, why at the outskirts? Enter! +I ’d praise you if I found you snugly in the centre, +With youth and revel round you like a zone: +You each, at home, are quite enough alone. + + +GENERAL. + + +Say, who would put his trust in nations, +Howe’er for them one may have worked and planned? + + +188 FAUST. + + +For with the people, as with women, +Youth always has the upper hand. + + +MINISTER. + + +They ’re now too far from what is just and sage. +I praise the old ones, not unduly: + +When we were all-in-all, then, truly, + +Then was the real golden age. + + +PARVENU. + + +We also were not stupid, either, + +And what we should not, often did; + +But now all things have from their bases slid, +Just as we meant to hold them fast together. + + +AUTHOR. + + +Who, now, a work of moderate sense will read? +Such works are held as antiquate and mossy ; +And as regards the younger folk, indeed, + +They never yet have been so pert and saucy. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES +(who all at once appears very old).*9 +I feel that men are ripe for Judgment-Day, +Now for the last time I ’ve the witches’-hill ascended: +Since to the lees my cask is drained away, +The world’s, as well, must soon be ended. + + +HUCKSTER-WITCH. + + +Ye gentlemen, don’t pass me thus! + +Let not the chance neglected be! + +Behold my wares attentively : + +The stock is rare and various. + +And yet, there ’s nothing I ’ve collected — +No shop, on earth, like this you ’Il find !— + + + + + +SCENE XX. 189 + + +Which has not, once, sore hurt inflicted + +Upon the world, and on mankind. + +No dagger ’s here, that set not blood to flowing ; +No cup, that hath not once, within a healthy frame +Poured speedy death, in poison glowing : + +No gems, that have not brought a maid to shame; +No sword, but severed ties for the unwary, + +Or from behind struck down the adversary. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Gossip! the times thou badly comprehendest: +What ’s done has happed — what haps, is done! +*T were better if for novelties thou sendest; + +By such alone can we be won. + + +FAUST. + + +Let me not lose myself in all this pother ! +This is a fair, as never was another! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +The whirlpool swirls to get above: +Thou ’rt shoved thyself, imagining to shove. + + +FAUST. +But who is that? +MEPHISTOPHELES. +Note her especially. +’T is Lilith. +FAUST. +Who? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +Adam’s first wife is she. +Beware the lure within her lovely tresses, +The splendid sole adornment of her hair! + + + + + +190 FAUST. + + +When she succeeds therewith a youth to snare, +Not soon again she frees him from her jesses. + + +FAUST. + + +Those two, the old one with the young one sitting, +They ’ve danced already more than fitting. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +No rest to-night for young or old! +They start another dance: come now, let us take hold! + + +FAUST (dancing with the young witch). +A lovely dream once came to me ; *# +I then beheld an apple-tree, + +And there two fairest apples shone : +They lured me so, I climbed thereon. + + +THE FAIR ONE. + + +Apples have been desired by you, +Since first in Paradise they grew; +And I am moved with joy, to know +That such within my garden grow. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (dancing with the old one). +A dissolute dream once came to me: +Therein I saw a cloven tree, + +Which had a —— —— —; +Yet, —— as ’t was, I fancied it. + + +THE OLD ONE. +I offer here my best salute +Unto the knight with cloven foot ! +Let him a —— —— prepare, +If him ——- —— —— does not scare. + + + + + +SCENE XX. 19% + + +PROKTOPHANTASMIST."43 +Accurséd folk! How dare you venture thus? +Had you not, long since, demonstration +That ghosts can’t stand on ordinary foundation ? +And now you even dance, like one of us! + + +THE FAIR ONE (dancing). +Why does he come, then, to our ball ? + + +FAUST (dancing). +O, everywhere on him you fall ! +When others dance, he weighs the matter: +If he can’t every step bechatter, +Then ’t is the same as were the step not made; +But if you forwards go, his ire is most displayed. +If you would whirl in regular gyration +As he does in his dull old mill, +He ’d show, at any rate, good-will, — +Especially if you heard and heeded his hortation. + + +PROKTOPHANTASMIST. +You still are here? Nay, ’t is a thing unheard ! +Vanish, at once! We've said the enlightening word. +The pack of devils by no rules is daunted: +We are so wise, and yet is Tegel haunted. +To clear the folly out, how have I swept and stirred ! +'T will ne’er be clean: why, ’t is a thing unheard ! + + +THE FAIR ONE. +Then cease to bore us at our ball ! + + +PROKTOPHANTASMIST. +I tell you, spirits, to your face, +I give to spirit-despotism no place; +My spirit cannot practise it at all. + + +192 FAUST. + + +( Zhe dance continues.) + + +Naught will succeed, I see, amid such revels ; +Yet something from a tour I always save,™5 +And hope, before my last step to the grave, +To overcome the poets and the devils. + + + + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +He now will seat him in the nearest puddle ; +The solace this, whereof he’s most assured: +And when upon his rump the leeches hang and fuddle, +He ’ll be of spirits and of Spirit cured. +(Zo Faust, who has left the dance :) + + +Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden, +That in the dance so sweetly sang? + + +FAUST. + + +Ah! in the midst of it there sprang +A red mouse from her mouth — sufficient reason !*# + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +That ’s nothing! One must not so squeamish be; +So the mouse was not gray, enough for thee. +Who ’d think of that in love’s selected season ? + + +FAUST. +Then saw I — +MEPHISTOPHELES. +What? + + +FAUST. +Mephisto, seest thou there, +Alone and far, a girl most pale and fair? +She falters on, her way scarce knowing, +As if with fettered feet that stay her going. + + + + + +SCENE XX/. 193 + + +I must confess, it seems to me +As if my kindly Margaret were she. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Let the thing be! All thence have evil drawn: +It is a magic shape, a lifeless eidolon. + +Such to encounter is not good : + +Their blank, set stare benumbs the human blood, +And one is almost turned to stone. + +Medusa’s tale to thee is known. + + +FAUST. + + +Forsooth, the eyes they are of one whom, dying, +No hand with loving pressure closed ; + +That is the breast whereon I once was lying, — +The body sweet, beside which I reposed! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +’T is magic all, thou fool, seduced so easily ! +Unto each man his love she seems to be. + + +FAUST. + + +The woe, the rapture, so ensnare me, +That from her gaze I cannot tear me! +And, strange! around her fairest throat +A single scarlet band is gleaming, + +No broader than a knife-blade seeming ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Quite right! The mark I also note. + +Her head beneath her arm she ’l] sometimes Carry; +*T was Perseus lopped it, her old adversary. + +Thou crav’st the same illusion still ! + +Come, let us mount this little hill; + +The Prater shows neo livelier stir, '47 + +VOL. I. 9 M + + +394 FA OST. + + +And, if they ’ve not bewitched my sense, +I verily see a theatre. +What’s going on? + + +SERVIBILIS.*# +*T will shortly recommence: + +A new performance — ’t is the last of seven. +To give that number is the custom here : +*T was by a Dilettante written, +And Dilettanti in the parts appear. +That now I vanish, pardon, I entreat you! +As Dilettante I the curtain raise. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +When I upon the Blocksberg meet you, +I find it good: for that ’s your proper place + + + + + +SCENE XXII. 195 + + +XXIT. + + +WALPURGIS-NIGHT’S DREAM. +OBERON AND TITANIA’S GOLDEN WEDDING." +INTERMEZZO. + + +MANAGER. +re S of Mieding, rest to-day ! *» +Needless your machinery: +Misty vale and mountain gray, + +That is all the scenery. + + +HERALD. + + +That the wedding golden be, +Must fifty years be rounded: +But the Golden give to me, +When the strife ’s compounded. + + +OBERON. +Spirits, if you ’re here, be seen — +Show yourselves, delighted ! +Fairy king and fairy queen, +They are newly plighted. + + +PUCK.'# +Cometh Puck, and, light of limb, +Whisks and whirls in measure : +Come a hundred after him, +To share with him the pleasure. + + +196 + + +FAUST. + + +ARIEL." +Ariel’s song is heavenly-pure, +His tones are sweet and rare ones: +Though ugly faces he allure, +Yet he allures the fair ones. + + +OBERON. + + +Spouses, who would fain agree, +Learn how we were mated ! + +If your pairs would loving be, +First be separated ! + + +TITANIA. +If her whims the wife control, +And the man berate her, +Take him to the Northern Pole, +And her to the Equator ! + + +ORCHESTRA. TUTTI.'3 +Fortissimo. + + +Snout of fly, mosquito-bill, + +And kin of all conditions, + +Frog in grass, and cricket-trill, — +These are the musicians ! + + +SOLO.'™4 + + +See the bagpipe on our track! + +*T is the soap-blown bubble: +Hear the schnecke-schnicke-schnack +Through his nostrils double ! + + +SPIRIT, JUST GROWING INTO FORM.'SS + + +Spider’s foot and paunch of toad, +And little wings — we know ’em ! + + + + + +SCENE XXII. 197 + + +A little creature ’t will not be, +But yet, a little poem. + + +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. + +INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER."7 +Is ’t but masquerading play ? +See I with precision ? + + +Oberon, the beauteous fay, +Meets, to-night, my vision ! + + +ORTHODOX.'!* + + +Not a claw, no tail I see! + +And yet, beyond a cavil, | +Like “ the Gods of Greece,” must he +Also be a devil. + + +NORTHERN ARTIST.'® +I only seize, with sketchy air, +Some outlines of the tourney ; +Yet I betimes myself prepare +For my Italian journey. + + +PURIST. + + +My bad luck brings me here, alas! +How roars the orgy louder ! + +And of the witches in the mass, +But only two wear powder. + + +YOUNG WITCH. + + +Powder becomes, like petticoat, +A gray and wrinkled noddy ; + + +198 FAUST, + + +So I sit naked on my goat, +And show a strapping body. + + +MATRON. + + +We’ve too much tact and policy + +To rate with gibes a scolder ; + +Yet, young and tender though you be, +I hope to see you moulder. + + +LEADER OF THE BAND. + + +Fly-snout and mosquito-bill, + +Don’t swarm so round the Naked ! +Frog in grass and cricket-trill, +Observe the time, and make it! + + +WEATHERCOCK (towards one side). +Society to one’s desire! +Brides only, and the sweetest! +And bachelors of youth and fire, +And prospects the completest ! + + +WEATHERCOCK (fowards the other side). +And if the Earth don’t open now +To swallow up each ranter, + +Why, then will I myself, I vow, +Jump into hell instanter ! + + +XENIES."* +Us as little insects see ! +With sharpest nippers flitting, +That our Papa Satan we +May honor as is fitting. + + +HENNINGS.'@ + + +How, in crowds together massed, +They are jesting, shameless ! + + + + + +SCENE XXII. 199 + + +They will even say, at last, +That their hearts are blameless. + + +MUSAGETES. +Among this witches’ revelry +His way one gladly loses ; +And, truly, it would easier be +Than to command the Muses. + + +CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE, + + +The proper folks one’s talents laud: +Come on, and none shall pass us! +The Blocksberg has a summit broad, +Like Germany’s Parnassus. + + +INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER. +Say, who’s the stiff and pompous man? +He walks with haughty paces: +He snuffles all he snuffle can: +“He scents the Jesuits’ traces.” + + +CRANE. "3 + + +Both clear and muddy streams, for me +Are good to fish and sport in: + +And thus the pious man you see + +With even devils consorting. + + +WORLDLING."™4 +Yes, for the pious, I suspect, +All instruments are fitting ; +And on the Blocksberg they erect +Full many a place of meeting. + + +DANCER. + + +A newer chorus now succeeds ! +U hear the distant drumming. + + +200 + + +FAUST. + + +‘Don’t be disturbed! ’t is, in the reeds, +The bittern’s changeless booming.” + + +DANCING-MASTER. + + +How each his legs in nimtle trip +Lifts up, and makes a clearance! +The crooked jump, the heavy skip, +Nor care for the appearance. + + +GOOD FELLOW." +The rabble by such hate are held, +To maim and slay delights them: +As Orpheus’ lyre the brutes compelled, +The bagpipe here unites them. + + +DOGMATIST. +I°ll not be led by any lure +Of doubts or critic-cavils : +The Devil must be something, sure, ~ +Or how should there be devils? + + +IDEALIST.*© +This once, the fancy wrought in me +Is really too despotic: +Forsooth, if I am all I see, + + +' I must be idiotic ! + + +REALIST. + + +This racking fuss on every hand, +It gives me great vexation ; + +And, for the first time, here I stand +On insecure foundation. + + +SUPERNATURALIST. + + +With much delight I see the play, +And grant to these their merits, + + +SCENE XX/]7. 20r + + +Since from the devils I also may +Infer the better spirits. + + +SCEPTIC.*© + + +The flame they follow, on and on, +And think they ’re near the treasure: +But Devil rhymes with Dowd? alone, +So I am here with pleasure. + + +LEADER OF THE BAND. +Frog in green, and cricket-trill, +Such dilettants ! — perdition ! +Fly-snout and mosquito-bill, — +Each one’s a fine musician ! + + +THE ADROIT."® +Sanssouct, we call the clan +Of merry creatures so, then; +Go a-foot no more we can, +And on our heads we go, then. + + +THE AWKWARD. +Once many a bit we sponged; but now, +God help us! that is done with: +Our shoes are all danced out, we trow, +We ’ve but naked soles to run with. + + +WILL-0O’-THE-WISPS.,'9 +From the marshes we appear, +Where we originated ; +Yet in the ranks, at once, we ’re here +As glittering gallants rated. + + +SHOOTING-STAR. +Darting hither from the sky, +In star and fire light shooting, +Q* + + +202 + + +FAUST. + + +Cross-wise now in grass I lie: +Who ’ll help me to my footing? + + +THE HEAVY FELLOWS. +Room! and round about us, room t +Trodden are the grasses: + +Spirits also, spirits come, +And they are bulky masses. + + +PUCK. +Enter not so stall-fed quite, +Like elephant-calves about one! +And the heaviest weight to-night +Be Puck, himself, the stout one! + + +ARIEL. + + +If loving Nature at your back, +Or Mind, the wings uncloses, +Follow up my airy track + +To the mount of roses! + + +ORCHESTRA. +Pianisssmo. +Cloud and trailing mist o’erhead +Are now illuminated: +Air in leaves, and wind in reed, +And all is dissipated.'” + + +SCENE XXII. 203 + + +XXIII. + + +DREARY DAY.'# +A FIELD. +FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +FAUST. + +N misery! In despair! Long wretchedly astray on + +the face of the earth, and now imprisoned! That +gracious, illstarred creature shut in a dungeon as a +criminal, and given up to fearful torments! To this +has it come! to this ! — Treacherous, contemptible spir- +it, and thou hast concealed it from me! — Stand, then, +—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, unfeeling Man! And +thou hast lulled me, meanwhile, with the most insipid +dissipations, hast concealed from me her increasing +wretchedness, and suffered her to go helplessly to ruin! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +She is not the first. + + +FAUST. + + +Dog! Abominable monster! Transform him, thou +Infinite Spirit! transform the reptile again into his dog- +shape, in which it pleased him often at night to scamper +on before me, to roll himself at the feet of the unsus- — + + +204 FAUST. + + +pecting wanderer, and hang upon his shoulders when +he fell! Transform him again into his favorite likeness, +that he may crawl upon his belly in the dust before me, +—that I may trample him, the outlawed, under foot! +Not the first! O woe! woe which no human soul can +grasp, that more than one being should sink into the +depths of this misery, —that the first, in its writhing +death-agony under the eyes of the Eternal Forgiver, did +not expiate the guilt of all others! The misery of this +single one pierces to the very marrow of my life; and +thou art calmly grinning at the fate of thousands! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +Now we are already again at the end of our wits, +where the understanding of you men runs wild. Why +didst thou enter into fellowship with us, if thou canst +not carry it out? Wilt fly, and art not secure against +dizziness? Did we thrust ourselves upon thee, or thou +thyself upon us? + +FAUST. + +Gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me! It fills +me with horrible disgust. Mighty, glorious Spirit, who +hast vouchsafed to me Thine apparition, who knowest +my heart and my soul, why fetter me to the felon-com- +rade, who feeds on mischief and gluts himself with +ruin ? + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +Hast thou done? + +FAUST. + + +Rescue her, or woe to thee! The fearfullest curse +be upon thee for thousands of ages ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger, nor unde + + + + + + + + +SCENE XXIII. 205 + + +his bolts. Rescue her? Who was it that plunged her +into ruin? I, or thou? +(Faust looks around wildly.) + +Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well, that it has not +been given to you, miserable mortals! To crush to +pieces the innocent respondent —that is the tyrant- +fashion of relieving one’s self in embarrassments. + + +FAUST. +Take me thither! She shall be free! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + + +And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? +Know that the guilt of blood, from thy hand, still lies +upon the town! Avenging spirits hover over the spot +where the victim fell, and lie in wait for the returning +murderer. + +FAUST. + +That, too, from thee? Murder and death of a world +upon thee, monster! Take me thither, I say, and lib- +erate her! + +MEPHISTOPHELES. + +I will convey thee there; and hear, 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 lead her forth with human hand! I will keep +watch: the magic steeds are ready, I will carry you off. +So much is in my power. + + +FAUST. +Up and away! + + +206 FAUST. + + +XXIV. + + +NIGHT. +OPEN FIELD.'*72 + + +(FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES speeding omward on black +horses.) +FAUST. + +\ K J HAT weave they there round the raven-stone ? + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +I know not what they are brewing and doing. + + +FAUST. +Soaring up, sweeping down, bowing and bending! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +A witches’-guild. +FAUST. +They scatter, devote and doom! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +On! on! + + + + + +SCENE XXV. 207 + + +XXV. +DUNGEON. + + +FAUST +(with a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an tron door). + + +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 ts heard inside.) + + +My mother, the harlot,%73 + +Who put me to death ; + +My father, the varilet, + +Who eaten me hath / + +Little sister, so good, + +Laid my bones in the wood, + +In the damp moss and clay: + +Then was I a beautiful bird o the wood; +Fly away! Fly away! + + +FAUST (unlocking), + + +She does not dream her lover listens near; +That he the rattling chain, the rustling straw, can hear. + + +(He enters.) + + +208 FAUST. + + +MARGARET (Asding herself on the pallet). +Woe! woe! They come. O death of bitterness! + + +FAUST (whispering). +Hush! hush! The hour is come that frees thee. + + +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 ! +(He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them.) + + +MARGARET (on her knees). + + +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 rung? + + +(Ske rises.) + + +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. +Shall I outlive this misery ? + + + + + +SCENE XXV, 209 + + +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 doit! +There ’s an old story has the same refrain ; + +Who bade them so construe it? + + +FAUST ( falling upon his knees). +Here lieth one who loves thee ever, +The thraldom of thy woe to sever. + + +MARGARET ( flinging herself beside him). +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 +Seeketh a path +His prey to discover! + + +FAUST (aloud). +Margaret! Margaret ! +MARGARET (attentively listening). +That was the voice of my lover! +(She springs to her feet: the fetters fall off.) + + +Where is he? I heard him call me. +lam free! No one shall enthral]] me. + + +210 FAUST. + + +To his neck will I fly, + +On his bosom lie! + +On the threshoid 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! + + +FAUST. +°T is I! + + +MARGARET. +*T is thou! O, say it once again! +(Clasping hiss.) +?T is he! ’t is he! Where now is all my pain? +The anguish of the dungeon, and the chain ? +>T is thou! Thou comest to save me, +And I am saved ! — +Again the street I see +Where first I looked on thee ; +And the garden, brightly blooming, +Where I and Martha wait thy coming. + + +FAUST (strugpling to leave). +Come! Come with me! + + +MARGARET. +Delay, now! +So fain I stay, when thou delayest ! + + +(Caressing Ain.) + + +FAUST. +Away, now! +If longer here thou stayest, +We shall be made to dearly rue it. + + +SCENE XXV. 2I1r + + +MARGARET. +Kiss me ! — canst no longer do it? +My friend, so short a time thou ’rt missing, +And hast unlearned thy kissing ? +Why is my heart so anxious, on thy breast? +Where once a heaven thy glances did create me, +A heaven thy loving words expressed, +And thou didst kiss, as thou wouldst suffocate me — +Kiss me ! +Or I ’ll kiss thee! + +(She encbvraces him.) + + +Ah, woe! thy lips are chill, +And still. + +How changed in fashion +Thy passion ! + +Who has done me this ill? + + +(She turns away from him.) + + +FAUST. +Come, follow me! My darling, be more bold: +I ll clasp thee, soon, with warmth a thousand-fold ; +But follow now! ’T is all I beg of thee. + + +MARGARET (turning to him). +And is it thou? Thou, surely, certainly ? + + +FAUST. +'T ig I! Come on! + + +MARGARET. + + +Thou wilt unloose my chain, +And in thy lap wilt take me once again. +How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me ? — +Say, dost thou know, my friend. whom thou mak’st free? + + +212 FAUST. + + +FAUST. +Come! come! The night already vanisheth. + + +MARGARET. + + +My mother have I put to death ; + +I ’ve drowned the baby born to thee. + +Was it not given to thee and me? + +Thee, too!—’T is thou! It scarcely true doth seem — +Give me thy hand! ’T is not a dream! +Thy dear, dear hand ! — But, ah, ’t is wet! +Why, wipe it off! Methinks that yet +There ’s blood thereon. + +Ah, God! what hast thou done? + +Nay, sheathe thy sword at last! + +Do not affray me! + + +FAUST. + + +O, let the past be past! +Thy words will slay me! + + +MARGARET. + + +No, no! Thou must outlive us. + +Now Ill tell thee the graves to give us: +Thou must begin to-morrow + +The work of sorrow ! + +The best place give to my mother, + +Then close at her side my brother, + +And me a little away, + +But not too very far, I pray ! + +And here, on my right breast, my baby lay! +Nobody else will lie beside me! — + +Ah, within thine arms to hide me, + +That was a sweet and a gracious bliss, + +But no more, no more can I attain it! + +I would force myself on thee and constrain it, + + +SCENE XXYV. 213 + + +And it seems thou repellest my kiss: +And yet ’t is thou, so good, so kind to see! + + +FAUST. +If thou feel’st it is I, then come with me! + + +MARGARET. +Out yonder ? +FAUST. +To freedom. +MARGARET. + + +If the grave is there, +Death lying in wait, then come! +From here to eternal rest: +No further step — no, no! +Thou goest away! O Henry, if I could go! + + +FAUST. +Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door. + + +MARGARET. + + +I dare not go: there ’s no hope any more. + +Why should I fly? They'll still my steps waylay ! +It is so wretched, forced to beg my living, + +And a bad conscience sharper misery giving ! + +It is so wretched, to be strange, forsaken, + +And I'd still be followed and taken ! + + +FAUST. +I ’ll stay with thee. +MARGARET. +Be quick! Be quick! +Save thy perishing child ! +Away! Follow the ridge + + +214 FAUST. + + +Up by the brook, + +Over the bridge, + +Into the wood, + +To the left, where the plank is placed +In the pool! + +Seize it in haste! + +’T is trying to rise, + +*T is struggling still ! + +Save it! Save it! + + +FAUST. + + +Recall thy wandering will ! +One step, and thou art free at last! + + +MARGARET. + + +If the mountain we had only passed ! + +There sits my mother upon a stone, — + +I feel an icy shiver ! + +There sits my mother upon a stone, + +And her head is wagging ever. + +She beckons, she nods not, her heavy head falls o’er ; +She slept so long that she wakes no more. + +She slept, while we were caressing : + +Ah, those were the days of blessing! + + +FAUST. + + +Here words and prayers are nothing worth ; +Ill venture, then, to bear thee forth. + + +MARGARET. 7 + + +No—let me go! Ill suffer no force! +Grasp me not so murderously ! +I ’ve done, else, all things for the love of thee. + + +FAUST. +The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest! + + + + + + + + +SCENE XXV. 215 + + +MARGARET. + + +Day? Yes, the day comes, — the last day breaks for me! +My wedding-day it was to be ! '74 + +Tell no one thou has been with Margaret ! +Woe for my garland! The chances + +Are over — ’t is all in vain! + +We shall meet once again, + +But not at the dances! + +The crowd is thronging, no word is spoken : +The square below + +And the streets overflow : + +The death-bell tolls, the wand is broken. + +I am seized, and bound, and delivered — +Shoved to the block — they give the sign! +Now over each neck has quivered + +The blade that is quivering over mine. +Dumb lies the world like the grave! + + +FAUST. +O had I ne’er been born ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (appears outside). +Off! or you ’re lost ere morn. +Useless talking, delaying and praying ! +My horses are neighing : +The morning twilight is near. + + +MARGARET. + + +What rises up from the threshold here ? +He! he! suffer him not! + +What does he want in this holy spot ? +He seeks me! + + +FAUST. +Thou shalt live. + + +216 FAUST. + + +MARGARET. +Judgment of God! myself to thee I give. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo Faust). +Come! or I ’ll leave her in the lurch, and thee! + + +MARGARET. + + +Thine am I, Father! rescue me! + +Ye angels, holy cohorts, guard me,"75 +Camp around, and from evil ward me! +Henry! I shudder to think of thee. + + +MEPHISTOPHELES. +She is judged !1%6 + + +VOICE { from above). +She is saved ! + + +MEPHISTOPHELES (fo FAUST.) +Hither to me! + + +(He disappears with Faust ) + + +VOICE (from within, dying away). +Henry! Henry! + + + + + +AKL LO + + +NOTES. + + +Denn bei den alten lieben Todten +Braucht man Erklarung, will man Noten ; +Die Neuen glaubt man blank zu verstehn, +Doch ohne Dolmetsch wird’s auch nicht gehn. +GorTHE + + + + + +INTRODUCTION. + + +oa + + +N a work which has been the subject of such extensive + +and continual comment, the passages which seem to re- +quire elucidation have, for the most part, been already de- +termined. At every point where the reader is supposed to +be doubtful in regard to the true path, not one, but a score +of tracks has been prepared for him. From the exhaustive +and somewhat wearisome work of Diintzer to the latest crit- +ical essay which has issued from the German press, the ref- +erences in the text to contemporary events or fashions of +thought have been detected ; the words of old or new coin- +age have been tested and classified ; and the obscure pas- +sages have received such a variety of interpretation, that +they finally grow clear again by the force of contrast. + +My first intention was, to give the substance of German +criticism concerning both parts of Faust; but the further I +advanced, the more unprofitable appeared such a plan. The +work itself grew in clearness and coherence in proportion as +I withdrew from the cloudy atmosphere of its interpreters. +I have examined every commentary of importance, from +Schubarth (1820) and Hinrichs (1825) to Kreyssig (1866), +with this advantage, at least, — that each and all have led +me back to find in the author of Faust his own best com- +mentator. After making acquaintance, sometimes at the + + + + + +220 FAUST. + + +cost of much patience, with the theories of many sincere +though self-asserting minds, and ascertaining what marvel- +lous webs of meaning may be spun by the critic around a +point of thought, simple enough in its poetical sense, I have +always returned to Goethe’s other works, to his correspond- +ence (especially with Schiller and Zelter) and his conver- +sations, sure of gaining new light and refreshment.* + +I should only confuse the reader by attempting to set forth +all the forms of intellectual, ethical, or theological signifi- +cance which have been attached to the characters of Faust. +The intention of the work, reduced to its simplest element, +is easily grasped ; but if every true poet builds larger than +he knows, this drama, completed by the slow accretion of +sixty years of thought, may be assumed to have a vaster +background of design, change, and reference than almost +anything else in Literature. Like an old Gothic pile, its +outline is sometimes obscured in a labyrinth of details, +While, in the Notes which succeed, it will now and then be +Necessary for me to give the conflicting interpretations, I +shall endeavor to wander from the text as little as possible, +and, even when dealing with enigmas, to keep open a way +past, if not through them. The embarrassing abundance +of the material is somewhat diminished for me by the omis- +sion of all technical or philological criticism, and my chief +task will be to distinguish between those helps which all + + +* I am glad to find that this method, drawn from my own experience, is +substantially confirmed by Mr. Lewes, who, in his Li/e of Goethe (Book +VI.), says: “Critics usually devote their whole attention to an exposi- +tion of the Idea of Faust; and it seems to me that in this laborious +esearch after a remote explanation they have overlooked the more obvious +and natural explanation furnished by the work itself The reader who +has followed me thus far will be aware that I have little sympathy with +that Philosophy of Art which consists in translating Art into Philosophy, +and that I trouble myself, and him, very little with ‘ considerations on the +Idea.’ Experience tells me that the Artists themselves had quite other +objects in view than that of developing an Idea; and experience further +says that the Artist’s public is by no means primarily anxious about the +Idea, but leaves it entirely to the critics, — who cannot agree upon the +point among themselves.” + + +NOTES. Bae + + +readers require and the points which are interesting only to +special students of the work. + +In many instances, I have simply illustrated the text +. by parallel passages. Where I have discovered these, in +Goethe’s works or correspondence, they have often been of +service in suggesting (in the absence of any direct evidence) +the probable time when certain scenes were written, and +thereby the interests or influences which may have then +swayed the author’s mind. The variation in tone between +different parts of the work, though sometimes very delicate, +is always perceptible ; and the reader to whom the original +is an unknown tongue needs all the side-lights which can be +thrown upon its translated forms. + +The “ Paralipomena” (Supplementary Fragments) to Faust +nave not heretofore been given by any English translator. +Yet in a work of such importance we may also learn from +what the author has omitted, not less than from what he +has accepted. The variations made in his original design +assist us to a clearer comprehension of the design itself I +consider, therefore, that the passages of the “‘ Paralipomena”’ +have, properly, the character of explanatory notes ; and for +this reason I have inserted each, as nearly as possible, in its +appropriate place, instead of giving them in a body, as in +the standard German edition of Goethe. + +Perhaps the most satisfactory commentary on Faust would +be a biography of Goethe, written with special reference to +this one work. In the Chronology of Faust (Appendix IT.) +I have given such particulars as are necessary to the illus- +tration of its interrupted yet life-long growth. It has not +been found possible to combine the Notes and the Chro- +nology without confusing the material; yet the two should +be taken as parallel explanations, which the reader needs to +follow at the same time. In conclusion, let me beg him not +to be discouraged, if, on the first reading, the meaning of +some passages, and their significance as portions of an * in- +commensurable” plan,—as Goethe himself characterized +it, —should not be entirely clear. When he has become + + +222 FAUST. + + +familiar with the history of the work, and is able to overlook +it as a whole, the fitness — or the unfitness— of the multi- +tude of parts becomes gradually evident; the compressed +meanings expand into breadth and distinctness; and even +those enigmas which seem to defy an ultimate analysis will +charm him by dissolving into new ones, or by showing him +forms of thought which fade and change as he seeks to re- +tain them. + + + + + + + + +NOTES. + + +ese + + +I. DEDICATION. + + +The Dedication was certainly not written earlier than the +year 1797, when Goethe, encouraged by Schiller’s hearty in- +terest in the work, determined to complete the “ Fragment ” +of the First Part of Faust, published in 1790. Twenty-four +years had therefore elapsed since the first scenes of the work +were written: the poet was forty-eight years old, and the +conceptions which had haunted him in his twenty-first year +seemed already to belong to a dim and remote Past The +shadowy forms of the drama, which he again attempts to +seize and hold, bring with them the phantoms of the friends +to whom his earliest songs were sung. Of these friends, his +sister Cornelia, Merck, Lenz, Basedow, and Gotter were +dead ; Klopstock, Lavater, and the Stolbergs were estranged ; +and Jacobi, Klinger, Kestner, and others were separated +from him by the circumstances of their lives. Gotter died +in March, 1797, and, as it is evident from Goethe’s letters +to Schiller that he worked upon Faust only in the months +of May and June, in that year, the Dedication was probably +then written. + +Nothing of Goethe has been more frequently translated +than these four stanzas, — and nothing, I may add, is more +difficult to the translator. + + +224 FAUST. + + +2. PRELUDE ON THE STAGE. + + +I am unable to ascertain precisely when this was written: +from Goethe’s correspondence, some inferences, which point +to the year 1798, may be drawn. It is unnecessary to follow +the critics in their philosophical analyses of this prelude, +which is sufficiently explained by calling it a “ poetic pref- +ace” to the work. Gdéschen’s edition of Goethe’s works, in +1790, had not been a successful venture: the “ Fragmeut ” +of Faust, although fully appreciated by the few, seemed to +have made no impression upon the public, while it had been +assailed and ridiculed by the author’s many literary enemies. +Goethe always published his poetical works without’ a pref- +ace; but in the “ Prelude on the Stage”’ he makes use of +the characters to contrast the Poet’s purest activity with the +tastes and desires of the Public, two classes of which are +represented by the Manager and Merry-Andrew. The dia- +logue indicates, in advance, the various elements — imagina- +tion, fancy, shrewd experience, folly, and ‘‘ dramatic non- +sense ” — which will be woven into the work. At the same +time, it indirectly admits and accounts for the author’s un- +popularity, and the lack of recognition which he still antici- +pates. + + +3. The posts are set, the booth of boards completed. + + +The “booth of boards” purposely refers to the rude, +transportable puppet theatres in which Goethe first saw +Faust represented. There is already a foreshadowing of +some of the qualities of Faust and Mephistopheles in the +Poet and Manager. + + +4. They come to look, and they prefer to stare. + +Goethe writes, in 1802 (‘‘ Wermarisches Hoftheater”) : “One +can show the public no greater respect than in forbearing to +treat itasamob. The mob hurry unprepared to the theatre, +demand that which may be immediately enjoyed, desire to +stare, be amazed, laugh, weep, and therefore compel the +managers, who are dependent on them, to descend more or +ss to their level.” + + +NOTES. 225 + + +5 Who offers much, brings something unto many. +“One should give his works the greatest possible variety +and excellence, so that each reader may be able to select +something for himself, and thus, in his own way, become a +participant.” — Goethe to Schiller (1798). + + +6. This, aged Strs, belongs to you. + +It is the Poets whom the Merry-Andrew thus addresses. +His assertion of the perpetual youth of Genius is not ironi- +cal, but (as appears from the Manager’s remarks) is intended +as a compliment. + +“To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of +manhood, to combine the child’s sense of wonder and nov- +eity with the appearances which every day, for perhaps forty +years, had rendered familiar, — + + +* Both sun and moon, and stars throughout the year, +And man and woman,’ — + + +this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the +marks which distinguish genius from talent.” — Coleridge. + + +7. From Heaven, across the World, to Hell. + + +Goethe says to Eckermann (in 1827): “ People come and +ask, what idea I have embodied in my Faust? Asif I knew, +myself, and could express it! ‘roms Heaven, across the +World, to Hell’ —that might answer, if need were; but it +is not an idea, only the course of the action.” + +The reference in this line, curiously enough, is to the +course of action in the old Faust-Legend, not to the close of +the Second Part, the scene of which is laid in Heaven, in- +stead of Hell. Yet at the time when the line was written +the project of the Second Part —in outline, at least — was +completed. Did Goethe simply intend to keep his secret +from the reader? + + +& PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. + + +Some of Goethe’s commentators suppose that this Pro- +logue was added by him, from the circumstance that the +10 * Oo + + +226 FAUST. + + +design of Faust was not understood, in the “ Fragment ”’ first +published. It appears to have been written in June, 1797, +before the “ Prelude on the Stage,” and chiefly for the pur- +pose of setting forth the moral and intellectual problem +which underlies the drama. Although possibly suggested +vy the Prologue in Hell of two of the puppet-plays, its +character is evidently drawn from the interviews of Satan +with the Lord, in the first and second chapters of Job. +Upon this point, Goethe (in 1825) said to Eckermann: +‘‘My Mephistopheles sings a song of Shakespeare ; and why +should he not? Why should I give myself the trouble to +compose a new song, when Shakespeare’s was just the right +one, saying exactly what was necessary? If, therefore, the +scheme of my Faust has some resemblance to that of Job, +that is also quite right, and I should be praised rather than +c~nsured on account of it.” + +The earnest reader will require no explanation of the +problem propounded in the Prologue. Goethe states it +without obscurity, and solves it in no uncertain terms at +the close of the Second Part. The mocking irreverence of +Mephistopheles, in the presence of the Lord, although it +belongs to the character which he plays throughout, seems +to have given some difficulty to the early English transla- +tors. Lord Leveson Gower terminates the Prologue with the +Chant of the Archangels; Mr. Blackie omits it entirely, but +adds it in an emasculated form, as an Appendix ; while Dr. +Anster satisfies his spirit of reverence by printing DER HERR +where the English text requires, ‘“‘The Lord.” Coleridge’s +charge of “blasphemy” evidently refers to this Prologue ; +but at the time when he made the charge, Coleridge was +hardly capable of appreciating the spirit in which Faust was +written. + +It is very clear, from hints which Goethe let fall, that he +at one time contemplated the introduction into Faust of the +doctrine ascribed to Origen, — that it was possible for Satan +to repent and be restored to his former place as an angel of +light. Falk reports Goethe as saying: ‘“ Yet even the clever +Madame de Staél was greatly scandalized that I kept the + + + + + +NOTES. 227 + + +devil in such good-humor. In the presence of God the +Father, she insisted upon it, he ought to be more grim and +spiteful. What will she say if she sees him promoted a sten +higher, — nay, perhaps, meets him in heaven?” On another +occasion, he exclaimed (if we may trust Falk): ‘“‘ At bottom, +the most of us do not know how either to love or to hute. +They ‘don’t like’ me! An insipid phrase!—JI don’t like +them either. Especially when, after my death, my Walpur- +gis-Sack comes to be opened, and all the tormenting Stygian +spirits, imprisoned until then, shall be let loose to plague all +even as they plagued me ; or if, in the continuation of Faust, +they should happen to come upon a passage where the +Devil himself receives Grace and Mercy from God, — that. +I should say, they would not soon forgive !” + + +9. CHANT OF THE ARCHANGELS. + + +The three Archangels advance in the order of their dignity, +as it is given in the “Celestial Hierarchy” of Dionysius +Areopagita; who was also Dante’s authority on this point +(Paradiso, Canto XXVIII). Raphael, the inferior, com- +mences, and Michael, the chief, closes the chant. + +Shelley speaks of this “astonishing chorus,” and very +truly says: “It is impossible to represent in another lan- +guage the melody of the versification: even the volatile +strength and delicacy of the ideas escape in the crucible of +translation, and the reader is surprised to find a caput mor +tuum.” + +I shall not, however, imitate Shelley in adding a litera} +translation. Here, more than in almost any other poem, +the words acquire a new and indescribable power from their +rhythmical collocation. The vast, wonderful atmosphere of +space which envelops the lines could not be retained in +prose, however admirably literal. The movement of the +original is as important as its meaning. Shelley’s transla- +tion of the stanzas, however, is preferable to Hayward's, +which contains five inaccuracies. + +The magnificent word Donnergang — ‘“‘ thunder-march” + + +228 FAUST. + + +(first stanza, fourth line)—had already occurred in a fine +line of one of Schiller’s earliest poems, — “ Elysium” :— + + +** Berge bebten unter dessen Donnergang.”’ + + +10. Pardon, this troop I cannot follow after. + + +Mephistopheles here refers to the Chant of the Archan- +gels. His mocking spirit is at once manifested in these +lines, and in his ironical repetition of ‘‘ the earliest day.” + + +11. While Man’s desires and aspirations stir, +He cannot choose but err. + + +The original of this is the single, weil-known line: Zs srvvt +der Mensch, so lang er strebt. It has seemed to me impossi- +ble to give the full meaning of these words — that error is a +natural accompaniment of the struggles and aspirations of +Man—in a single line. Here, as in a few other places, I do +not feel bouad to confine myself to the exact measure and +limit of the original. The reader may be interested in com- +paring some other versions : — + +HAYWARD. — Man is liable to error, while his struggle +lasts. + +ANSTER. — Man’s hour on Earth is weakness, error, strife. + +Brooks. — Man errs and staggers from his birth. + +SWANWICK. — Man, while he striveth, is prone to err. + +BLACKIE. — Man must still err, so long he strives. + +MARTIN. — Man, while his struggle lasts, is prone to stray. + +BERESFORD. — Man errs as long as lasts his strife. + +BIRCH. — Man ’s prone to err in acquisition. (!) + +BLaze. — L’homme s’égare, tant qu’il cherche son but. + + +12, A good man, through obscurest aspiration, +Has still an instinct of the one true way. + +In these lines the direction of the plot is indicated. They +suggest, in advance, its moral dénouement, at the close of +the Second Part. Goethe, on one occasion, compared the +“ Prologue in Heaven” to the overture of Mozart’s Don +Giovanni, in which a certain musical phrase occurs which is + + +NOTES. 229 + + +not repeated until the fale; and his comparison had refer- +ence to the idea expressed in these lines. + + +13. But ye, God's sons in love and duty. + +Here the Lord, turning away from Mephistopheles, sud- +denly addresses the Archangels and the Heavenly Hosts. +The expression Das Werdende, in the third following line, +which I have translated ‘ Creative Power,” means, literally, +“that which is developing into being.”’ Shelley, who was +not, and did not pretend to be, a good German scholar, en- +tirely misses the meaning of the closing quatrain, notwith- +standing he avoids the rhymed translation. His lines, + +* Let that which ever operates and lives +Clasp you within the limits of its love ; + + +And seize with sweet and melancholy thought +The floating phantoms of its loveliness,” + + +have nothing of the suggestive force and fulness of the origi- +nal. + +Hayward quotes, apparently from a private letter, Carlyle’s +interpretation of the passage: “ There is, clearly, no trans- +lating of these lines, especially on the spur of the moment ; +yet it seems to me that the meaning of them is pretty dis- +tinct. The Lord has just remarked, that man (poor fellow) +needs a devil, as travelling companion, to spur him on by +means of Denial ; whereupon, turning round (to the angels +and other perfect characters), he adds, ‘ But ye, the genuine +sons of Heaven, joy ye in the living fulness of the beautiful +(not of the logical, practical, contradictory, wherein man toils +imprisoned): let Being (or Existence), which is everywhere +a glorious birth, into higher being, as it forever works and +lives, encircle you with the soft ties of love ; and whatsoever +wavers in the doubtful empire of appearance’ (as all earthly +things do), ‘that do ye, by enduring thought, make firm.’ +Thus would Das Werdende, the thing that is a-being, mean +no less than the universe (the visible universe) itself ; and I +paraphrase it by ‘ Existence, which is everywhere a birth, +mto higher Existence,’ and make a comfortable enough kind +of sense out of that quatrain.” + + +230 FAUST. + + +The intention of the passage, we might suppose, is suffi- +ciently clear. It was Goethe’s habit, as an author. to quietly +ignore the conventional theology of his day: yet Mr. He- +raud insists that “‘The Lord” of the Prologue is the Sec- +ond Person of the Trinity, and that the four lines com- +mencing with Das Werdende are simply another fcrm of +invoking “the fellowship of the Holy Ghost!” The +unusual construction of these lines —the first half implying +a benediction, and the second half a command — has been +retained in the translation. + + +14. Faust’s Monologue. + + +This scene, from its commencement to the close of Wag. +ner’s interview with Faust, was probably written as early as +1773. In style, as well as in substance, it suggests the pup- +pet-play rather than the published Faust legend. In Wasr- +het und Dichtung, Goethe says, in describing his intercourse +with Herder, in Strasburg (1770): “The puppet-play echoed +and vibrated in many tones through my mind. I, also, had +gone from one branch of knowledge to another, and was +early enough convinced of the vanity of all. I had tried life +in many forms, and the experience had left me only the more +unsatisfied and worried. I now carried these thoughts about +with me, and indulged myself in them, in lonely hours, but +without committing anything to writing. Most of all, I +concealed from Herder my mystic-cabalistic chemistry, and +everything connected with it.” + +The text of various puppet-plays, which has been recov- +ered by Simrock, Von der Hagen, and other zealous (;erman +scholars, enables us to detect the source of Goethe’s concep- +tion, —the original corner-stone whereupon he builded. In +the play, as given in Ulm and Strasburg, there is a brief +Prologue in Hell, in which Pluto orders the temptation of +Faust. Notwithstanding the variation of the action in the +different plays, the opening scene possesses very much the +same character in all of them. As performed by Schiitz, +about the beginning of this century, Faust is represented as +seated at a table, upon which lies an open book. His + + +NOTES. 231 + + +soliloyay commences thus: “ With all my learning, I, +Johannes Faust, have accomplished just so much, that I +must vlush with self-shame. I am ridiculed everywhere, +no one reads my books, all despise me. How fain am I to +become more perfect! Therefore I am rigidly resolved to +instruct myself in necromancy.” + +In Geisselbrecht’s puppet-play, Faust also sits at a table +and curns over the leaves of a book. He says: “I seek for +learning in this book and cannot find it. Though I study all +books from end to end, I cannot discover the touchstone of +wisdom. O, how unfortunate art thou, Faust! I have all +along thought that my luck must change, but in vain..... +O Fatherland! thus thou rewardest my industry, my labor, +the sleepless nights I have spent in fathoming the mysteries +of Theology! But,no! By Heaven, I will no longer delay, +I will take upon myself all labor, so that I may penetrate +into that which is concealed, and fathom the mysteries. of +nature !”” + +In the Augsburg puppet-play, Faust exclaims: ‘I, too, +have long investigated, have gone through all arts and +sciences. I became a Theologian, consulted authorities, +weighed all, tested all, — polemics, exegesis, dogmatism. +All was babble: nothing breathed of Divinity! I became a +Jurist, endeavored to become acquainted with Justice, and +learned how to distort justice. I found ag idol, shaped +by the hands of self-interest and self-conceit, a bastard of +Justice, not herself. I became a Physician, intending to +learn the human structure, and the methods of supporting it +when it gives way ; but I found not what I sought, —I only +found the art of methodically murdering men. I became a +Philosopher, desiring to know the soul of man, to catch +Truth by the wings and Wisdom by the forelock ; and I +found shadows, vapors, follies, bound into a system!” + +The reader is referred to the ‘“‘ Faust-Legend ”’ (Appen- +dix I.) for further information concerning these plays. I +have given the above quotations, to indicate Goethe's start- +ing-point — which is also his point of divergence — from the +popular story. + + +232 FAUST. + + +I have also added the opening scene of Marlowe’s “ Faus- +tus” (Appendix III.) for the sake of convenient compari. +son. + +15. Fly! Up, and seck the broad, free land ! + + +‘“* Moreover, there are forces which increase one’s produc. +tiveness in rest and sleep ; but they are also found in move. +ment. There are such forces in water, and especially in the +atmosphere. In the fresh air of the open fields is where we +properly belong; it is as if the Spirit of God is there imme- +diately breathed upon man, and a divine power exercises its +influence over him.” — Goethe to Eckermann (1828). + + +16. From Nostradamus’ very hand. + + +The astrologer Nostradamus (whose real name was +Michel de Nétre-Dame) was born at St. Remy, in Provence, +in the year 1503. At first celebrated as a physician, he +finally devoted himself to astrology, and published, in 1555. +a collection of prophecies in rhymed quatrains, entitled Les +Prophecies de Michel Nostradamus, which created an imme- +diate sensation, and found many believers ; especially as +the death of Henry II. of France seemed to verify one of +his mystical predictions. He was appointed physician to +Charles IX. and continued the publication of his prophe- +cies, asserting, however, that the study of the planetary +aspects was nat alone sufficient, but that the gift of second- +sight, which God grants only to a few chosen persons, is +also necessary. He died in the year 1566; and even as late +as the year 1781 his prophecies were included in the Roman +Index Expurgatorius, for the reason that they declare the +downfall of the Papacy. + + +17. The Sign of the Macrocosm. + + +The term “ Macrocosm ” was used by Pico di Mirandola, +Paracelsus, and other mystical writers, to denote the uni- +verse. They imagined a mysterious correspondence between +the Macrocosm (the world in large) and the Microcosm (the +world in little), or Man; and most of the astrological theo- +ries were based on the influence of the former upon the latter. + + +NOTES. 233 + + +From some of Goethe’s notes, still in existence, we learn +that during the time when the conception of Faust first +occupied his mind (1770- 73), he read Welling’s Opus Mago- +Cabbalisticum, Paracelsus, Valentinus, the Aurea Catena Ho- +meri, and even the Latin poet Manilius. + +Mr. Blackie, in his Notes, quotes a description of the +Macrocosm from a Latin work of Robert Fludd, published +at Oppenheim in 1619; but the theory had already been +given in the Aeftap/us of Pico di Mirandola (about 1490). +The universe, according to him, consists of three worlds, +the earthly, the heavenly, and the super-heavenly. The first +includes our planet and its enveloping space, as far as +the orbit of the moon; the second, the sun and stars ; the +third, the governing Divine influences. The same phenom- +ena belong to each, but have different grades of manifesta- +tion. Thus the physical element of fire exists in the earthly +sphere, the warmth of the sun in the heavenly, anda seraphic, +spiritual fire in the empyrean; the first burns, the second +quickens, the third loves. ‘In addition to these three +worlds (the Macrocosm),” says Pico, “ there is a fourth (the +Microcosm), containing all embraced within them. This is +Man, in whom are included a body formed of the elements, +a heavenly spirit, reason, an angelic soul, and a resemblance +to God.” + +The work of Cornelius Agrippa, De Occulta Philosophia, +which was also known to Goethe, contains many references +to these three divisions of the Macrocosm, and their recip- +rocal influences. The latter are described in the passage +commencing : “ How each the Whole its substance gives!” + +Hayward quotes, as explanatory of these lines, the follow- +ing sentence from Herder’s /dcen zur Philosophie der Ge- +schichte der Menschhetz: “ When, therefore, I open the great +book of Heaven, and see before me this measureless palace, +which alone, and everywhere, the Godhead only has power +to fill, I conclude, as undistractedly as I can, from the whole +to the particular, and from the particular to the whole.” + +The four lines which Faust apparently quotes (‘“ What +says the sage, now first I recognize”) are not from Nostra- + + +234 FAUST. + + +damus. They may possibly have been suggested by some- +thing in Jacob Boehme’s first wurk, ‘‘ Aurora, or the Rising +Dawn,” but it is not at all necessary that they should be an +actual quotation. + + +18 Zhe Sign of the Earth-Spirit. + +“The Archzus of the Orphic doctrine, the spirit of the +elementary world, of the powerful, multiformed earthly uni- +verse, to which Faust feels himself nearer.” — Diseézer. + +“The mighty and multiform universality of the Earth +itself.”” — FalZ. + +“But few succeed in calling up, that is to say, grasping +in inspired contemplation, — the Earth-Spirit, the spirit of +History, of the movement of the human race ; and still fewer +is the number of those who can endure the ‘ form of flame,’ — +whose individuality is strong enough not to be swallowed up +in it.” — Xreyssig. + + +19. J the tides of Life, in Action’s storm. + +This chant of the Earth-Spirit recalls the “ Creative Power +which eternally works and lives” in the Prologue in Heaven. +The closing line may have been suggested by a passage in +the work, De Sensu Rerum, of the Dominican monk, Campa- +nella: “ Mundus ergo totus est sensus, vita, anima, corpus +statua Dei altissimi.”” The “living garment of the Deity,” +however, is a much finer expression. The Spirit’s chant +probably lingered in Shelley's memory, when he wrote : — + + +** Nature’s vast frame — the web of human things, +Birth and the grave.”’ + + +20. O Death !—T know it — tts my Famulus! + + +The Latin word /amulus (servant) was appliec, in the +Middle Ages, to the shield-bearers of the knights, and also +to persons owing the obligation of service to the feudal +lords. The Famulus of Faust, however, is at the same time +a student, an amanuensis, an assistant in his laboratory, and +a servitor, in the academic sense. The term is still applied, + + + + + +NOTES. 235 + + +i the German Universities, to those poor students who fill +various minor offices for the sake of eking out their means +by the small salaries attached to them. + + +21. WAGNER. + +The name— and perhaps also the primal suggestion of +the character —of Faust’s Famulus is taken from the old +legend, in which Christopher Wagner (see Appendix I.). +after Faust’s tragic end, succeeds to his knowledge and en- +ters on a similar, if not so brilliant a career. + +It is an interesting coincidence that one of Goethe’s early +associates, during his residence in Strasburg and Frankfort, +was Heinrich Leopold Wagner (who died in 1779), and who +was also an author. Goethe not only read to him the early +scenes of Faust, but imparted to him, in confidence, the fate +of Margaret, as he meant to develop it; and Wagner was +faithless enough to make use of the material for a tragedy +of his own — Zhe /n/anticide— which was published in +1776. Schiller’s poem, with the same title (apparently sug- +gested by Wagner’s play), and Biirger’s ballad of ‘‘ The +Pastor of Taubenheim’s Daughter,” in which the subject is +very similar, were both written in the year 1781. + +According to Hinrichs, Faust represents Philosophy, and +Wagner Empiricism. Diintzer calls the latter “ the repre- +sentative of dead pedantry, of knowledge mechanically ac- +quired ” ; while other critics consider that he symbolizes the +Philistine element in German life, — the hopelessly material, +prosaic, and commonplace. Deycks says of Wagner: “ His +thoroughly prosaic nature forms the sharpest contrast to +Faust, and it is impossible for him to enter into any rela- +tion with Mephistopheles, because he restricts himself to +beaten tracks, and is repelled by all tricksy wantonness, even +by all fresh, natural indulgence. He is the driest caricature +of pure rational, formal knowledge, without living thought or +poetry, and especially without religion.” + +It was probably enough for Goethe that Wagner furnishes +a dramatic contrast of character, —a foil to the boundless +ideal cravings of Faust. He betrays his nature in the very + + + + + +236 FA OST. + + +first words he utters, and is so admirably consistent through- +out, that the reader is never at a loss how to interpret him. + + +22. Where ye for men twist shredded thought like paper. + + +This line, which reads, literally, “In which ye twist (or +curl) paper-shreds for mankind,” has been curiously mis- +understood by most translators. The article der befo.e +Menschhett was supposed by Hayward to be in the genitive +instead of the dative case, and he gives the phrase thus: “in +which ye crisp the shreds of humanity”! Blackie even says +“the shavings of mankind,” and most of the other English +versions repeat the mistake, in one or another form. In the +French of Blaze and Stapfer, however, the reading is correct. +Goethe employs the word Schnitzel (shreds or clippings) as +a contemptuous figure of speech for the manner in which +thought is presented to mankind in the discourses described +by Faust. Therefore by using the expression “shredded +thought ” in English, the exact sense of the original is pre- +served. + + +23. Ah, God! but Art is long. + + +Goethe was very fond of using the “ ars longa, vita brevis” +of Hippocrates. It occurs again in Scene IV., where he +puts it into the mouth of Mephistopheles. The American +reader is already familiar with the phrase, from Mr. Long- +fellow’s beautiful application of it, in his “ Psalm of Life.” + + +24. Or, at the best, a Punch-and-Fudy play. + + +The German phrase, /faupt-und Staats-action, was applied, +about the end of the seventeenth century, to the popular +puppet-plays which represented famous passages of history. +It seems to have been, originally, a form of announcement +invented by some proprietor of a wandering puppet-theatre, +and may therefore be equivalently translated, as a “ First- +Class Political) Performance!”’ The phrase was afterwards +applied to plays acted upon the stage, and Goethe even +makes use of it to designate Shakespeare’s historical dramas. +in the puppet-plays the heroic figures (Alexander, Pompey, + + + + + +NOTES. 237 + + +Charlemagne, etc.) wére in the habit of uttering the most +grandiloquent, oracular sentences ; they were as didactic in +speech as they were reckless and melodramatic in action. + +The word pragmatical, which I have adopted as it stands +in the original, has a somewhat different signification in Ger- +man. It indicates — here, at least — a pedantic assumption +and ostentation, in addition to the sense of meddlesome inter- +ference which it possesses in English. + + +25. Have evermore been crucified and burned. + + +‘There were need,” said I, ‘‘ of a second Redeemer com- +ing, to deliver us from the austerity, the discomfort and the +tremendous pressure of the circumstances under which we +live.” + +“If he should come,’’ Goethe answered, “the people +would crucify him a second time.” — Goethe to Eckermann, +1829. + +26. That so our learned talk might be extended. + + +In “ Faust: a Fragment,” published in 1790, Wagner’s +conversation terminates with this line. The first four lines +of Faust’s following soliloquy are then added, and the scene +suddenly ends. Then we abruptly break upon the conver- +sation between Faust and Mephistopheles, in Scene IV., at +the line, + +** And all of life for all mankind created.” + +The remainder of the Monologue, the scene before the city- +gate, the first scene in Faust’s study, and all of the second +as far as the line just quoted, were first published in the +completed edition of 1808. It is very certain, however, that +portions of these omitted scenes were written before 1790, +and were then withheld on account of their incompleteness. + + +27. A thunder-word hath swept me from my stand. +Faust here refers to the reply of the Earth-Spirit : — + + +** Thou ’rt like the spirit which thou comprehendest, +Not me!” + + +The overwhelming impression produced upon him by this + + +238 FAUST. + + +phrase is only suspended during Wagner’s visit, and now +works with renewed force upon his morbid mood, until it +swells to a natural climax. + + +28. And here and there one happy man sits lonely. + + +In the conversations of Goethe, recorded by Eckermann, +Riemer, and Falk, he more than once, in referring to his +early impressions of life, repeats the pessimistic idea con- +tained in these lines. This was one of the causes which +stirred in him the resolution to achieve, as far as possible, +his own independent development. The subjective charac- +ter of the early scenes of Faust is so clearly indicated that +we should have recognized it without Goethe’s admission. +In 1826, he said to Eckermann: “In Werther and Faust, I +was obliged to delve in my own breast; for the source of +that which I communicated lay near at hand.” + + +29. Sought once the shining day, and then in twilight dull. + + +The two adjectives in this line are /eicht (easy, buoyant) +and schwer (heavy). Hartung thinks that the former is a +misprint for /ick¢ (shining, bright) ; but he is evidently mis- +taken, since the adjectives are chosen to express opposite +qualities, and the phrase /ickten Tag occurs in the sixth line +following. I have chosen English words which are not pre- +cisely literal, but, by their antithetic character, convey a +similar meaning. + + +30. Earn it anew, to really possess it / + + +It was a favorite maxim of Goethe that no man can really +possess that which he has not personally acquired. He +considered his own inherited wealth and the many opportu- +nities of his life as means, the value of which must be meas- +ured by the results attained by their use. On one occasion +he said: “ Every 40 mot which I have uttered, has cost me +a purse of money ; half a million of my private property has +run through my hands, to enable me to learn what I know— +not only the entire estate of my father, but also my salary +and my considerable literary income for more than fifty + + + + + +NOTES. 239 + + +years.” At the close of the Second Part, he makes the +aged Faust say : — + + +‘“* He only earns his freedom and existence, +Who daily conquers them anew.” + + +31. On earth's fair sun I turn ny back. + + +Here, again, Goethe recalls a phase of his own psychologi- +cal experience, which he describes at some length in Wakhr- +hetund Dichtung (Book XIII.). Even before Jerusalem’s +suicide at Wetzlar had furnished him with the leading idea +of Werther, he had been drawn, by what he calls the gloomy +element in English literature, — especially by Ham/et, Young's +Night Thoughts, and the melancholy rhapsodies of Ossian, +—to study the phenomena of self-murder and apply them, +in imagination, to himself. Among all the instances with +which he was acquainted, none seemed to him nobler than +that of the Emperor Otho, who, after a cheerful banquet +with his friends, thrust a dagger into his heart. ‘ This was +the only deed,” he says (and in what follows, I suspect, +there is as much Dichtung as Wahrheit), “which seemed to +me worthy of imitation, and I was convinced that one who +could not act like Otho had no right to go voluntarily out +of the world. Through this conviction I rescued myself +both from the intention and the morbid fancy of suicide, +which haunted an idle youth in those fair times of peace. +I possessed a tolerable collection of weapons, wherein there +was a valuable, keen-edged dagger. This I placed con- +stantly beside my bed, and, before putting out the light, +endeavored to try whether it was possible to pierce my +breast, an inch or two deep, with the sharp point. Since, +however, the experiment never succeeded, I finally laughed +at myself, discarded all hypochondric distortions of fancy, +and determined to live.” + + +32. CHORUS OF ANGELS. + + +In this first chorus I have been forced, by the prime neces- +sity of preserving the meaning, to leave the second line un- + + + + + +240 FAUST. + + +rhymed. The word schleivkenden, in the fourth line, whict +I have endeavored to express by “clinging” (Hayward has +‘‘ creeping,” Blackie “through his veins creeping,”’ and Dr. +Hedge ‘‘trailing”), is nearly equivalent to the English +phrase “dogging one’s steps.” The first.of the three Angelic +Choruses rejoices over Christ’s release from Mortality, the. +second exalts him as the “ Loving One,” and the third cele- +brates his restoration to the Divine creative activity. + +Goethe heard a similar chant sung by the common people +in Rome, in the year 1788; but his immediate model was +undoubtedly the German Easter-hymn of the Middle Ages, +many variations of which are given in Wackernagel’s work. +One of these, dating from the thirteenth century, thus com- + + +mences s: = +‘* Christus ist erstanden + + +gewaerliche von dem tdt, +von allen sinen Banden +ist er erledigét.”” + + +(Christ is arisen +verily from death ; +From all his bonds +is he released. } + + +The universal Easter greeting, at this day, among the +Greeks, is Christos aneste / and the answer: alethos aneste ! +The same custom prevails throughout Russia, and in some +parts of Catholic Germany. + +In 1772, Goethe, writing to Kestner on Christmas Day, +says: “ The watchman on the tower trumpeted his hymn +and awakened me: Praised be thou, Fesus Christ! 1 dearly +love this time of the year, and the hymns that are sung.” + + +33. And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss. + + +Again Goethe recalls his own early memories. These +lines describe the religious exaltation excited in his boyish +nature by Fraulein von Klettenburg, whom he has intro- +duced into Wilhelm Meister (Book VI.). in the “ Confessions +of a Fair Spirit.” The above line suggests a passage of this +episode : ‘Once I prayed, out of the depth of my heart: + + +NOTES. 241 + + +‘now, Almighty One, give me faith!’ I was then in the +condition in which one must be, but seldom is, when one’s +prayers may be accepted by God. Who could paint what +I then felt! A powerful impulse drew my soul to the Cross, +on which Jesus perished. Thus my soul was near to Him +who became Man and died on the Cross, and in that mo- +men. I knew what faith is. ‘This is faith!’ I cried, and +sprang up, almost as in terror. For such emotions as these, +all words fail us.” + + +34 Is He, in glow of birth, +Rapture creative near ? + + +These two lines, in the original, are a marvel of com- +pressed expression. The closest literal translation is: “ Is +He, in the bliss of developing into (higher) being, near to +the joy of creating,” — that is, the bliss of being born into +the higher life to which He has ascended is sca:cely less +than the joy of the Divine creative activity. The "Disciples, +left behind and still sharing the woes of Earth, pewail the +beatitude which parts Him from them. + +The final Chorus of the Angels, which follows, is a stum- +bling-block to the translator, on account of its fivefold dac- +tylic rhyme. The lines are, literally : — + + +Actively praising him, +Manifesting love, +Brotherly giving food, +Preaching, travelling, +Promising blessedness, + +To you is the Master near, +To you, He is here! + + +In order to retain the rhyme, I have been obliged to express +a little more prominently the idea of ‘‘ Inasmuch as ye have +done it unto the least of one of these my brethren, ye have +done it unto me,” — which is implied in the original. Dr. +Hedge, I believe, is the only one who has hitherto endeav- +ored to reproduce the difficult structure of this Chorus. He +thus translates the five rhymes : — +VOL. I. F P + + +242 FAUST. +“ Active in chanty +Praise him in verity ! +His feast, prepare it ye ! +His message, bear it ye f +His joy, declare it ye 1” + + +35- BEFORE THE CitTy-GATE. + + +Goethe’s landscapes, like those of an artist, were always +drawn from real studies ;# and some of his commentators, +therefore, have tried to discover the original of this scene. +Strasburg, Frankfurt, and even Weimar, have been sug- +gested ; but the first of these places, on the level plain of +the Rhine, does not fit the description ; while, judging from +internal evidence, the opening of the scene must have been +written before Goethe’s migration to Weimar. Such fea- +tures as the river and vessels, the ferry, the suburban places +of resort, and the view of the town from a neighboring +height, indicate Frankfurt ; and the gay, motley life of the +multitude is another point of resemblance. + + +30. ’Tss true, she showed me, on Saint Andrew's Night. + +St. Andrew’s Night is the 29th of November. It is cele- +brated, in some parts of Germany, by forms of divination +very similar to those which are practised in Scotland on +Hallow E’en (October 31st). The maidens, as in Keats’s +Eve of St. Agnes, believe that by calling upon St. Andrew, +naked, before getting into bed, the future sweetheart will +appear to them in a dream. Another plan is, to pour melted +lead through the wards of a key wherein there is the form +of a cross, into a basin of water fetched between eleven +o'clock and midnight: the cooling lead will then take the +form of tools which indicate the trade of the destined lover. + + +37- She showed me mine, in crystal clear. +A magi crystal, sometimes in the form of a sphere, but +© The sceve of his Elective A fisities, for mstance, has recently been +discovered at Wilhelmsthal, near Eisenach. Not only the castle, park, + + +and lake, but even the wood-paths and the minutest features of the sur +rounding landscape, are described with almost topograplical exactpess. + + +NOTES. 243 + + +frequently, no doubt, as a lens, was employed for the pur- +pose of divination. The methods, in fact, were varied to +suit the superstition which employed them. In Pictor’s +“‘ Varieties of Ceremonial Magic ” (given in Scheible’s X7Zas- +tr), twenty-seven forms of divination are described at length, +but Crystallomancy is not among them. The ancients em- +ployed between forty and fifty different methods. + + +38. Released from te are brook and river. + + +If this passage was not added, or at least re-written, be- +tween 1797 and 1808, — as is possible, —it is interesting as +one of the first evidences of Goethe’s interest in Color, an +interest which finally developed into a passion, and quite +deceived him in regard to the importance of his observations. +His Farbenlekre (Science of Colors) was commenced in 1790 +and completed in 1805, the year of Schiller’s death, although +it was not published forfour or five years afterwards. Either, +therefore, the allusions to color in this early scene harmo- +nized with the author’s later views, or they were afterwards +changed for the sake of harmony. + + +39.