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<SPAN name="IV" id="IV"></SPAN>IV</h2> <p>THE STUDY</p> <p>FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>A knock? Come in! Again my quiet broken?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>'Tis I!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Come in!</span><br /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Thrice must the words be spoken.</span><br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Come in, then!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Thus thou pleasest me.</span><br /> I hope we'll suit each other well;<br /> For now, thy vapors to dispel,<br /> I come, a squire of high degree,<br /> In scarlet coat, with golden trimming,<br /> A cloak in silken lustre swimming,<br /> A tall cock's-feather in my hat,<br /> A long, sharp sword for show or quarrel,&mdash;<br /> And I advise thee, brief and flat,<br /> To don the self-same gay apparel,<br /> That, from this den released, and free,<br /> Life be at last revealed to thee!<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>This life of earth, whatever my attire,<br /> Would pain me in its wonted fashion.<br /> Too old am I to play with passion;<br /> Too young, to be without desire.<br /> What from the world have I to gain?<br /> Thou shalt abstain&mdash;renounce&mdash;refrain!<br /> Such is the everlasting song<br /> That in the ears of all men rings,&mdash;<br /> That unrelieved, our whole life long,<br /> Each hour, in passing, hoarsely sings.<br /> In very terror I at morn awake,<br /> Upon the verge of bitter weeping,<br /> To see the day of disappointment break,<br /> To no one hope of mine&mdash;not one&mdash;its promise keeping:&mdash;<br /> That even each joy's presentiment<br /> With wilful cavil would diminish,<br /> With grinning masks of life prevent<br /> My mind its fairest work to finish!<br /> Then, too, when night descends, how anxiously<br /> Upon my couch of sleep I lay me:<br /> There, also, comes no rest to me,<br /> But some wild dream is sent to fray me.<br /> The God that in my breast is owned<br /> Can deeply stir the inner sources;<br /> The God, above my powers enthroned,<br /> He cannot change external forces.<br /> So, by the burden of my days oppressed,<br /> Death is desired, and Life a thing unblest!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And yet is never Death a wholly welcome guest.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>O fortunate, for whom, when victory glances,<br /> The bloody laurels on the brow he bindeth!<br /> Whom, after rapid, maddening dances,<br /> In clasping maiden-arms he findeth!<br /> O would that I, before that spirit-power,<br /> Ravished and rapt from life, had sunken!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And yet, by some one, in that nightly hour,<br /> A certain liquid was not drunken.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Eavesdropping, ha! thy pleasure seems to be.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Omniscient am I not; yet much is known to me.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Though some familiar tone, retrieving<br /> My thoughts from torment, led me on,<br /> And sweet, clear echoes came, deceiving<br /> A faith bequeathed from Childhood's dawn,<br /> Yet now I curse whate'er entices<br /> And snares the soul with visions vain;<br /> With dazzling cheats and dear devices<br /> Confines it in this cave of pain!<br /> Cursed be, at once, the high ambition<br /> Wherewith the mind itself deludes!<br /> Cursed be the glare of apparition<br /> That on the finer sense intrudes!<br /> Cursed be the lying dream's impression<br /> Of name, and fame, and laurelled brow!<br /> Cursed, all that flatters as possession,<br /> As wife and child, as knave and plow!<br /> Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures<br /> To restless action spurs our fate!<br /> Cursed when, for soft, indulgent leisures,<br /> He lays for us the pillows straight!<br /> Cursed be the vine's transcendent nectar,&mdash;<br /> The highest favor Love lets fall!<br /> Cursed, also, Hope!&mdash;cursed Faith, the spectre!<br /> And cursed be Patience most of all!</p> <p>CHORUS OF SPIRITS (<i>invisible</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Woe! woe!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thou hast it destroyed,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The beautiful world,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With powerful fist:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In ruin 'tis hurled,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By the blow of a demigod shattered!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The scattered</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fragments into the Void we carry,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Deploring</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The beauty perished beyond restoring.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Mightier</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For the children of men,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Brightlier</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Build it again,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In thine own bosom build it anew!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bid the new career</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Commence,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With clearer sense,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the new songs of cheer</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Be sung thereto!</span><br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> These are the small dependants<br /> Who give me attendance.<br /> Hear them, to deeds and passion<br /> Counsel in shrewd old-fashion!<br /> Into the world of strife,<br /> Out of this lonely life<br /> That of senses and sap has betrayed thee,<br /> They would persuade thee.<br /> This nursing of the pain forego thee,<br /> That, like a vulture, feeds upon thy breast!<br /> The worst society thou find'st will show thee<br /> Thou art a man among the rest.<br /> But 'tis not meant to thrust<br /> Thee into the mob thou hatest!<br /> I am not one of the greatest,<br /> Yet, wilt thou to me entrust<br /> Thy steps through life, I'll guide thee,&mdash;<br /> Will willingly walk beside thee,&mdash;<br /> Will serve thee at once and forever<br /> With best endeavor,<br /> And, if thou art satisfied,<br /> Will as servant, slave, with thee abide.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> And what shall be my counter-service therefor?<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> The time is long: thou need'st not now insist.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> No&mdash;no! The Devil is an egotist,<br /> And is not apt, without a why or wherefore,<br /> "For God's sake," others to assist.<br /> Speak thy conditions plain and clear!<br /> With such a servant danger comes, I fear.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> <i>Here</i>, an unwearied slave, I'll wear thy tether,<br /> And to thine every nod obedient be:<br /> When <i>There</i> again we come together,<br /> Then shalt thou do the same for me.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> The <i>There</i> my scruples naught increases.<br /> When thou hast dashed this world to pieces,<br /> The other, then, its place may fill.<br /> Here, on this earth, my pleasures have their sources;<br /> Yon sun beholds my sorrows in his courses;<br /> And when from these my life itself divorces,<br /> Let happen all that can or will!<br /> I'll hear no more: 'tis vain to ponder<br /> If there we cherish love or hate,<br /> Or, in the spheres we dream of yonder,<br /> A High and Low our souls await.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> In this sense, even, canst thou venture.<br /> Come, bind thyself by prompt indenture,<br /> And thou mine arts with joy shalt see:<br /> What no man ever saw, I'll give to thee.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Canst thou, poor Devil, give me whatsoever?<br /> When was a human soul, in its supreme endeavor,<br /> E'er understood by such as thou?<br /> Yet, hast thou food which never satiates, now,&mdash;<br /> The restless, ruddy gold hast thou,<br /> That runs, quicksilver-like, one's fingers through,&mdash;<br /> A game whose winnings no man ever knew,&mdash;<br /> A maid that, even from my breast,<br /> Beckons my neighbor with her wanton glances,<br /> And Honor's godlike zest,<br /> The meteor that a moment dances,&mdash;<br /> Show me the fruits that, ere they're gathered, rot,<br /> And trees that daily with new leafage clothe them!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Such a demand alarms me not:<br /> Such treasures have I, and can show them.<br /> But still the time may reach us, good my friend.<br /> When peace we crave and more luxurious diet.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> When on an idler's bed I stretch myself in quiet.<br /> There let, at once, my record end!<br /> Canst thou with lying flattery rule me,<br /> Until, self-pleased, myself I see,&mdash;<br /> Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me,<br /> Let that day be the last for me!<br /> The bet I offer.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Done!</span><br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">And heartily!</span><br /> When thus I hail the Moment flying:<br /> "Ah, still delay&mdash;thou art so fair!"<br /> Then bind me in thy bonds undying,<br /> My final ruin then declare!<br /> Then let the death-bell chime the token.<br /> Then art thou from thy service free!<br /> The clock may stop, the hand be broken,<br /> Then Time be finished unto me!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Consider well: my memory good is rated.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Thou hast a perfect right thereto.<br /> My powers I have not rashly estimated:<br /> A slave am I, whate'er I do&mdash;<br /> If thine, or whose? 'tis needless to debate it.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Then at the Doctors'-banquet I, to-day,<br /> Will as a servant wait behind thee.<br /> But one thing more! Beyond all risk to bind thee,<br /> Give me a line or two, I pray.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Demand'st thou, Pedant, too, a document?<br /> Hast never known a man, nor proved his word's intent?<br /> Is't not enough, that what I speak to-day<br /> Shall stand, with all my future days agreeing?<br /> In all its tides sweeps not the world away,<br /> And shall a promise bind my being?<br /> Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear:<br /> Who would himself therefrom deliver?<br /> Blest he, whose bosom Truth makes pure and fair!<br /> No sacrifice shall he repent of ever.<br /> Nathless a parchment, writ and stamped with care,<br /> A spectre is, which all to shun endeavor.<br /> The word, alas! dies even in the pen,<br /> And wax and leather keep the lordship then.<br /> What wilt from me, Base Spirit, say?&mdash;<br /> Brass, marble, parchment, paper, clay?<br /> The terms with graver, quill, or chisel, stated?<br /> I freely leave the choice to thee.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Why heat thyself, thus instantly,<br /> With eloquence exaggerated?<br /> Each leaf for such a pact is good;<br /> And to subscribe thy name thou'lt take a drop of blood.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> If thou therewith art fully satisfied,<br /> So let us by the farce abide.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Blood is a juice of rarest quality.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Fear not that I this pact shall seek to sever?<br /> The promise that I make to thee<br /> Is just the sum of my endeavor.<br /> I have myself inflated all too high;<br /> My proper place is thy estate:<br /> The Mighty Spirit deigns me no reply,<br /> And Nature shuts on me her gate.<br /> The thread of Thought at last is broken,<br /> And knowledge brings disgust unspoken.<br /> Let us the sensual deeps explore,<br /> To quench the fervors of glowing passion!<br /> Let every marvel take form and fashion<br /> Through the impervious veil it wore!<br /> Plunge we in Time's tumultuous dance,<br /> In the rush and roll of Circumstance!<br /> Then may delight and distress,<br /> And worry and success,<br /> Alternately follow, as best they can:<br /> Restless activity proves the man!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> For you no bound, no term is set.<br /> Whether you everywhere be trying,<br /> Or snatch a rapid bliss in flying,<br /> May it agree with you, what you get!<br /> Only fall to, and show no timid balking.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> But thou hast heard, 'tis not of joy we're talking.<br /> I take the wildering whirl, enjoyment's keenest pain,<br /> Enamored hate, exhilarant disdain.<br /> My bosom, of its thirst for knowledge sated,<br /> Shall not, henceforth, from any pang be wrested,<br /> And all of life for all mankind created<br /> Shall be within mine inmost being tested:<br /> The highest, lowest forms my soul shall borrow,<br /> Shall heap upon itself their bliss and sorrow,<br /> And thus, my own sole self to all their selves expanded,<br /> I too, at last, shall with them all be stranded!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Believe me, who for many a thousand year<br /> The same tough meat have chewed and tested,<br /> That from the cradle to the bier<br /> No man the ancient leaven has digested!<br /> Trust one of us, this Whole supernal<br /> Is made but for a God's delight!<br /> <i>He</i> dwells in splendor single and eternal,<br /> But <i>us</i> he thrusts in darkness, out of sight,<br /> And <i>you</i> he dowers with Day and Night.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Nay, but I will!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> A good reply!<br /> One only fear still needs repeating:<br /> The art is long, the time is fleeting.<br /> Then let thyself be taught, say I!<br /> Go, league thyself with a poet,<br /> Give the rein to his imagination,<br /> Then wear the crown, and show it,<br /> Of the qualities of his creation,&mdash;<br /> The courage of the lion's breed,<br /> The wild stag's speed,<br /> The Italian's fiery blood,<br /> The North's firm fortitude!<br /> Let him find for thee the secret tether<br /> That binds the Noble and Mean together.<br /> And teach thy pulses of youth and pleasure<br /> To love by rule, and hate by measure!<br /> I'd like, myself, such a one to see:<br /> Sir Microcosm his name should be.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> What am I, then, if 'tis denied my part<br /> The crown of all humanity to win me,<br /> Whereto yearns every sense within me?<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Why, on the whole, thou'rt&mdash;what thou art.<br /> Set wigs of million curls upon thy head, to raise thee,<br /> Wear shoes an ell in height,&mdash;the truth betrays thee,<br /> And thou remainest&mdash;what thou art.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> I feel, indeed, that I have made the treasure<br /> Of human thought and knowledge mine, in vain;<br /> And if I now sit down in restful leisure,<br /> No fount of newer strength is in my brain:<br /> I am no hair's-breadth more in height,<br /> Nor nearer, to the Infinite,<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Good Sir, you see the facts precisely<br /> As they are seen by each and all.<br /> We must arrange them now, more wisely,<br /> Before the joys of life shall pall.<br /> Why, Zounds! Both hands and feet are, truly&mdash;<br /> And head and virile forces&mdash;thine:<br /> Yet all that I indulge in newly,<br /> Is't thence less wholly mine?<br /> If I've six stallions in my stall,<br /> Are not their forces also lent me?<br /> I speed along, completest man of all,<br /> As though my legs were four-and-twenty.<br /> Take hold, then! let reflection rest,<br /> And plunge into the world with zest!<br /> I say to thee, a speculative wight<br /> Is like a beast on moorlands lean,<br /> That round and round some fiend misleads to evil plight,<br /> While all about lie pastures fresh and green.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Then how shall we begin?<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> </p> <div class="indentedss"> We'll try a wider sphere.<br /> </div> What place of martyrdom is here!<br /> Is't life, I ask, is't even prudence,<br /> To bore thyself and bore the students?<br /> Let Neighbor Paunch to that attend!<br /> Why plague thyself with threshing straw forever?<br /> The best thou learnest, in the end<br /> Thou dar'st not tell the youngsters&mdash;never!<br /> I hear one's footsteps, hither steering.<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> To see him now I have no heart.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> So long the poor boy waits a hearing,<br /> He must not unconsoled depart.<br /> Thy cap and mantle straightway lend me!<br /> I'll play the comedy with art.<br /> <br /> (<i>He disguises himself</i>.)<br /> <br /> My wits, be certain, will befriend me.<br /> But fifteen minutes' time is all I need;<br /> For our fine trip, meanwhile, prepare thyself with speed!<br /> <br /> <div class="indentedss"> [<i>Exit</i> FAUST.<br /> <br /> </div> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> (<i>In</i> FAUST'S <i>long mantle</i>.)<br /> <br /> Reason and Knowledge only thou despise,<br /> The highest strength in man that lies!<br /> Let but the Lying Spirit bind thee<br /> With magic works and shows that blind thee,<br /> And I shall have thee fast and sure!&mdash;<br /> Fate such a bold, untrammelled spirit gave him,<br /> As forwards, onwards, ever must endure;<br /> Whose over-hasty impulse drave him<br /> Past earthly joys he might secure.<br /> Dragged through the wildest life, will I enslave him,<br /> Through flat and stale indifference;<br /> With struggling, chilling, checking, so deprave him<br /> That, to his hot, insatiate sense,<br /> The dream of drink shall mock, but never lave him:<br /> Refreshment shall his lips in vain implore&mdash;<br /> Had he not made himself the Devil's, naught could save him,<br /> Still were he lost forevermore!<br /> <br /> (<i>A</i> STUDENT <i>enters</i>.)<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> A short time, only, am I here,<br /> And come, devoted and sincere,<br /> To greet and know the man of fame,<br /> Whom men to me with reverence name.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Your courtesy doth flatter me:<br /> You see a man, as others be.<br /> Have you, perchance, elsewhere begun?<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> Receive me now, I pray, as one<br /> Who comes to you with courage good,<br /> Somewhat of cash, and healthy blood:<br /> My mother was hardly willing to let me;<br /> But knowledge worth having I fain would get me.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Then you have reached the right place now.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I'd like to leave it, I must avow;<br /> I find these walls, these vaulted spaces<br /> Are anything but pleasant places.<br /> Tis all so cramped and close and mean;<br /> One sees no tree, no glimpse of green,<br /> And when the lecture-halls receive me,<br /> Seeing, hearing, and thinking leave me.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> All that depends on habitude.<br /> So from its mother's breasts a child<br /> At first, reluctant, takes its food,<br /> But soon to seek them is beguiled.<br /> Thus, at the breasts of Wisdom clinging,<br /> Thou'lt find each day a greater rapture bringing.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I'll hang thereon with joy, and freely drain them;<br /> But tell me, pray, the proper means to gain them.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Explain, before you further speak,<br /> The special faculty you seek.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I crave the highest erudition;<br /> And fain would make my acquisition<br /> All that there is in Earth and Heaven,<br /> In Nature and in Science too.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Here is the genuine path for you;<br /> Yet strict attention must be given.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> Body and soul thereon I'll wreak;<br /> Yet, truly, I've some inclination<br /> On summer holidays to seek<br /> A little freedom and recreation.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Use well your time! It flies so swiftly from us;<br /> But time through order may be won, I promise.<br /> So, Friend (my views to briefly sum),<br /> First, the <i>collegium logicum</i>.<br /> There will your mind be drilled and braced,<br /> As if in Spanish boots 'twere laced,<br /> And thus, to graver paces brought,<br /> 'Twill plod along the path of thought,<br /> Instead of shooting here and there,<br /> A will-o'-the-wisp in murky air.<br /> Days will be spent to bid you know,<br /> What once you did at a single blow,<br /> Like eating and drinking, free and strong,&mdash;<br /> That one, two, three! thereto belong.<br /> Truly the fabric of mental fleece<br /> Resembles a weaver's masterpiece,<br /> Where a thousand threads one treadle throws,<br /> Where fly the shuttles hither and thither.<br /> Unseen the threads are knit together.<br /> And an infinite combination grows.<br /> Then, the philosopher steps in<br /> And shows, no otherwise it could have been:<br /> The first was so, the second so,<br /> Therefore the third and fourth are so;<br /> Were not the first and second, then<br /> The third and fourth had never been.<br /> The scholars are everywhere believers,<br /> But never succeed in being weavers.<br /> He who would study organic existence,<br /> First drives out the soul with rigid persistence;<br /> Then the parts in his hand he may hold and class,<br /> But the spiritual link is lost, alas!<br /> <i>Encheiresin natures</i>, this Chemistry names,<br /> Nor knows how herself she banters and blames!<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I cannot understand you quite.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Your mind will shortly be set aright,<br /> When you have learned, all things reducing,<br /> To classify them for your using.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I feel as stupid, from all you've said,<br /> As if a mill-wheel whirled in my head!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> And after&mdash;first and foremost duty&mdash;Of<br /> Metaphysics learn the use and beauty!<br /> See that you most profoundly gain<br /> What does not suit the human brain!<br /> A splendid word to serve, you'll find<br /> For what goes in&mdash;or won't go in&mdash;your mind.<br /> But first, at least this half a year,<br /> To order rigidly adhere;<br /> Five hours a day, you understand,<br /> And when the clock strikes, be on hand!<br /> Prepare beforehand for your part<br /> With paragraphs all got by heart,<br /> So you can better watch, and look<br /> That naught is said but what is in the book:<br /> Yet in thy writing as unwearied be,<br /> As did the Holy Ghost dictate to thee!<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> No need to tell me twice to do it!<br /> I think, how useful 'tis to write;<br /> For what one has, in black and white,<br /> One carries home and then goes through it.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Yet choose thyself a faculty!<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I cannot reconcile myself to Jurisprudence.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students:<br /> I know what science this has come to be.<br /> All rights and laws are still transmitted<br /> Like an eternal sickness of the race,&mdash;<br /> From generation unto generation fitted,<br /> And shifted round from place to place.<br /> Reason becomes a sham, Beneficence a worry:<br /> Thou art a grandchild, therefore woe to thee!<br /> The right born with us, ours in verity,<br /> This to consider, there's, alas! no hurry.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> My own disgust is strengthened by your speech:<br /> O lucky he, whom you shall teach!<br /> I've almost for Theology decided.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> I should not wish to see you here misguided:<br /> For, as regards this science, let me hint<br /> 'Tis very hard to shun the false direction;<br /> There's so much secret poison lurking in 't,<br /> So like the medicine, it baffles your detection.<br /> Hear, therefore, one alone, for that is best, in sooth,<br /> And simply take your master's words for truth.<br /> On <i>words</i> let your attention centre!<br /> Then through the safest gate you'll enter<br /> The temple-halls of Certainty.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> Yet in the word must some idea be.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Of course! But only shun too over-sharp a tension,<br /> For just where fails the comprehension,<br /> A word steps promptly in as deputy.<br /> With words 'tis excellent disputing;<br /> Systems to words 'tis easy suiting;<br /> On words 'tis excellent believing;<br /> No word can ever lose a jot from thieving.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> Pardon! With many questions I detain you.<br /> Yet must I trouble you again.<br /> Of Medicine I still would fain<br /> Hear one strong word that might explain you.<br /> Three years is but a little space.<br /> And, God! who can the field embrace?<br /> If one some index could be shown,<br /> 'Twere easier groping forward, truly.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>aside</i>)<br /> <br /> I'm tired enough of this dry tone,&mdash;<br /> Must play the Devil again, and fully.<br /> <br /> <div class="indenteds"> (<i>Aloud</i>)<br /> </div> <br /> To grasp the spirit of Medicine is easy:<br /> Learn of the great and little world your fill,<br /> To let it go at last, so please ye,<br /> Just as God will!<br /> In vain that through the realms of science you may drift;<br /> Each one learns only&mdash;just what learn he can:<br /> Yet he who grasps the Moment's gift,<br /> He is the proper man.<br /> Well-made you are, 'tis not to be denied,<br /> The rest a bold address will win you;<br /> If you but in yourself confide,<br /> At once confide all others in you.<br /> To lead the women, learn the special feeling!<br /> Their everlasting aches and groans,<br /> In thousand tones,<br /> Have all one source, one mode of healing;<br /> And if your acts are half discreet,<br /> You'll always have them at your feet.<br /> A title first must draw and interest them,<br /> And show that yours all other arts exceeds;<br /> Then, as a greeting, you are free to touch and test them,<br /> While, thus to do, for years another pleads.<br /> You press and count the pulse's dances,<br /> And then, with burning sidelong glances,<br /> You clasp the swelling hips, to see<br /> If tightly laced her corsets be.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> That's better, now! The How and Where, one sees.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> My worthy friend, gray are all theories,<br /> And green alone Life's golden tree.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I swear to you, 'tis like a dream to me.<br /> Might I again presume, with trust unbounded,<br /> To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded?<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Most willingly, to what extent I may.<br /> <br /> STUDENT<br /> <br /> I cannot really go away:<br /> Allow me that my album first I reach you,&mdash;<br /> Grant me this favor, I beseech you!<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Assuredly.<br /> <br /> (<i>He writes, and returns the book</i>.)<br /> <br /> STUDENT (<i>reads</i>)<br /> <br /> <div class="indented"> <i>Eritis sicut Deus, scientes bonum et malum</i>.<br /> </div> (<i>Closes the book with reverence, and withdraws</i>)<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> Follow the ancient text, and the snake thou wast ordered to trample!<br /> With all thy likeness to God, thou'lt yet be a sorry example!<br /> <br /> (FAUST <i>enters</i>.)<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Now, whither shall we go?<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> <div class="indentedss"> As best it pleases thee.<br /> </div> The little world, and then the great, we'll see.<br /> With what delight, what profit winning,<br /> Shalt thou sponge through the term beginning!<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> Yet with the flowing beard I wear,<br /> Both ease and grace will fail me there.<br /> The attempt, indeed, were a futile strife;<br /> I never could learn the ways of life.<br /> I feel so small before others, and thence<br /> Should always find embarrassments.<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> My friend, thou soon shalt lose all such misgiving:<br /> Be thou but self-possessed, thou hast the art of living!<br /> <br /> FAUST<br /> <br /> How shall we leave the house, and start?<br /> Where hast thou servant, coach and horses?<br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES<br /> <br /> We'll spread this cloak with proper art,<br /> Then through the air direct our courses.<br /> But only, on so bold a flight,<br /> Be sure to have thy luggage light.<br /> A little burning air, which I shall soon prepare us,<br /> Above the earth will nimbly bear us,<br /> And, if we're light, we'll travel swift and clear:<br /> I gratulate thee on thy new career!<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="left"> <SPAN id="illus-102"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-102.jpg" alt="Auerbach's Cellar In Leipzig" title="Auerbach's Cellar In Leipzig" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>
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