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<SPAN name="VII" id="VII"></SPAN>VII</h2> <p>STREET</p> <p>FAUST MARGARET <i>(passing by)</i></p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Fair lady, let it not offend you,<br /> That arm and escort I would lend you!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I'm neither lady, neither fair,<br /> And home I can go without your care.</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>She releases herself, and exit</i>.</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <p>By Heaven, the girl is wondrous fair!<br /> Of all I've seen, beyond compare;<br /> So sweetly virtuous and pure,<br /> And yet a little pert, be sure!<br /> The lip so red, the cheek's clear dawn,</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-133"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-133.jpg" alt="So sweetly virtuous and pure,and yet a little pert be sure." title="So sweetly virtuous and pure,and yet a little pert be sure." /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>I'll not forget while the world rolls on!<br /> How she cast down her timid eyes,<br /> Deep in my heart imprinted lies:<br /> How short and sharp of speech was she,<br /> Why, 'twas a real ecstasy!</p> <p>(MEPHISTOPHELES <i>enters</i>)</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Hear, of that girl I'd have possession!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Which, then?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indented"> <p>The one who just went by.</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>She, there? She's coming from confession,<br /> Of every sin absolved; for I,<br /> Behind her chair, was listening nigh.<br /> So innocent is she, indeed,<br /> That to confess she had no need.<br /> I have no power o'er souls so green.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>And yet, she's older than fourteen.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>How now! You're talking like Jack Rake,<br /> Who every flower for himself would take,<br /> And fancies there are no favors more,<br /> Nor honors, save for him in store;<br /> Yet always doesn't the thing succeed.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Most Worthy Pedagogue, take heed!<br /> Let not a word of moral law be spoken!<br /> I claim, I tell thee, all my right;<br /> And if that image of delight<br /> Rest not within mine arms to-night,<br /> At midnight is our compact broken.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>But think, the chances of the case!<br /> I need, at least, a fortnight's space,<br /> To find an opportune occasion.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Had I but seven hours for all,<br /> I should not on the Devil call,<br /> But win her by my own persuasion.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>You almost like a Frenchman prate;<br /> Yet, pray, don't take it as annoyance!<br /> Why, all at once, exhaust the joyance?<br /> Your bliss is by no means so great<br /> As if you'd use, to get control,<br /> All sorts of tender rigmarole,<br /> And knead and shape her to your thought,<br /> As in Italian tales 'tis taught.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Without that, I have appetite.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>But now, leave jesting out of sight!<br /> I tell you, once for all, that speed<br /> With this fair girl will not succeed;<br /> By storm she cannot captured be;<br /> We must make use of strategy.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Get me something the angel keeps!<br /> Lead me thither where she sleeps!<br /> Get me a kerchief from her breast,&mdash;<br /> A garter that her knee has pressed!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>That you may see how much I'd fain<br /> Further and satisfy your pain,<br /> We will no longer lose a minute;<br /> I'll find her room to-day, and take you in it.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>And shall I see&mdash;possess her?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>No!<br /> </p> </div> Unto a neighbor she must go,<br /> And meanwhile thou, alone, mayst glow<br /> With every hope of future pleasure,<br /> Breathing her atmosphere in fullest measure.<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Can we go thither?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>'Tis too early yet.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>A gift for her I bid thee get!<br /> </p> <div class="indentedss"> [<i>Exit</i>.<br /> <br /> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Presents at once? That's good: he's certain to get at her!<br /> Full many a pleasant place I know,<br /> And treasures, buried long ago:<br /> I must, perforce, look up the matter. <i>[Exit</i>.</p> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-138"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-138.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="VIII" id="VIII"></SPAN>VIII</h2> <p>EVENING A SMALL, NEATLY KEPT CHAMBER</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>(<i>plaiting and binding up the braids of her hair</i>)</p> <p>I'd something give, could I but say<br /> Who was that gentleman, to-day.<br /> Surely a gallant man was he,<br /> And of a noble family;<br /> And much could I in his face behold,&mdash;<br /> And he wouldn't, else, have been so bold!</p> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">[<i>Exit</i></span><br /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Come in, but gently: follow me!</p> <p>FAUST (<i>after a moment's silence</i>)</p> <p>Leave me alone, I beg of thee!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>prying about</i>)</p> <p>Not every girl keeps things so neat.</p> <p>FAUST (<i>looking around</i>)</p> <p>O welcome, twilight soft and sweet,<br /> That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine!<br /> Sweet pain of love, bind thou with fetters fleet<br /> The heart that on the dew of hope must pine!<br /> How all around a sense impresses<br /> Of quiet, order, and content!<br /> This poverty what bounty blesses!<br /> What bliss within this narrow den is pent!</p> <p>(<i>He throws himself into a leathern arm-chair near the bed</i>.)</p> <p>Receive me, thou, that in thine open arms<br /> Departed joy and pain wert wont to gather!<br /> How oft the children, with their ruddy charms,<br /> Hung here, around this throne, where sat the father!<br /> Perchance my love, amid the childish band,<br /> Grateful for gifts the Holy Christmas gave her,<br /> Here meekly kissed the grandsire's withered hand.<br /> I feel, O maid! thy very soul<br /> Of order and content around me whisper,&mdash;<br /> Which leads thee with its motherly control,<br /> The cloth upon thy board bids smoothly thee unroll,<br /> The sand beneath thy feet makes whiter, crisper.<br /> O dearest hand, to thee 'tis given<br /> To change this hut into a lower heaven!<br /> And here!</p> <p>(<i>He lifts one of the bed-curtains</i>.)</p> <p>What sweetest thrill is in my blood!<br /> Here could I spend whole hours, delaying:<br /> Here Nature shaped, as if in sportive playing,<br /> The angel blossom from the bud.<br /> Here lay the child, with Life's warm essence<br /> The tender bosom filled and fair,<br /> And here was wrought, through holier, purer presence,<br /> The form diviner beings wear!</p> <p>And I? What drew me here with power?<br /> How deeply am I moved, this hour!<br /> What seek I? Why so full my heart, and sore?<br /> Miserable Faust! I know thee now no more.</p> <p>Is there a magic vapor here?<br /> I came, with lust of instant pleasure,<br /> And lie dissolved in dreams of love's sweet leisure!<br /> Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere?</p> <p>And if, this moment, came she in to me,<br /> How would I for the fault atonement render!<br /> How small the giant lout would be,<br /> Prone at her feet, relaxed and tender!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Be quick! I see her there, returning.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Go! go! I never will retreat.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Here is a casket, not unmeet,<br /> Which elsewhere I have just been earning.<br /> Here, set it in the press, with haste!<br /> I swear, 'twill turn her head, to spy it:<br /> Some baubles I therein had placed,<br /> That you might win another by it.<br /> True, child is child, and play is play.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>I know not, should I do it?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Ask you, pray?</p> </div> Yourself, perhaps, would keep the bubble?<br /> Then I suggest, 'twere fair and just<br /> To spare the lovely day your lust,<br /> And spare to me the further trouble.<br /> You are not miserly, I trust?<br /> I rub my hands, in expectation tender&mdash;<br /> <br /> <p>(<i>He places the casket in the press, and locks it again</i>.)</p> <p>Now quick, away!<br /> The sweet young maiden to betray,<br /> So that by wish and will you bend her;<br /> And you look as though<br /> To the lecture-hall you were forced to go,&mdash;<br /> As if stood before you, gray and loath,<br /> Physics and Metaphysics both!<br /> But away!</p> <div class="indenteds"> [<i>Exeunt</i>.<br /> <br /> </div> <p>MARGARET (<i>with a lamp</i>)</p> <p>It is so close, so sultry, here!</p> <p>(<i>She opens the window</i>)</p> <p>And yet 'tis not so warm outside.<br /> I feel, I know not why, such fear!&mdash;<br /> Would mother came!&mdash;where can she bide?<br /> My body's chill and shuddering,&mdash;<br /> I'm but a silly, fearsome thing!</p> <p>(<i>She begins to sing while undressing</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">There was a King in Thule,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Was faithful till the grave,&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">To whom his mistress, dying,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">A golden goblet gave.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Naught was to him more precious;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He drained it at every bout:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">His eyes with tears ran over,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">As oft as he drank thereout.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">When came his time of dying,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The towns in his land he told,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Naught else to his heir denying</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Except the goblet of gold.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He sat at the royal banquet</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">With his knights of high degree,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the lofty hall of his fathers</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the Castle by the Sea.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">There stood the old carouser,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And drank the last life-glow;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And hurled the hallowed goblet</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Into the tide below.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">He saw it plunging and filling,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And sinking deep in the sea:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then fell his eyelids forever,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And never more drank he!</span><br /> </p> <p>(<i>She opens the press in order to arrange her clothes, and perceives<br /> the casket of jewels</i>.)</p> <p>How comes that lovely casket here to me?<br /> I locked the press, most certainly.<br /> 'Tis truly wonderful! What can within it be?<br /> Perhaps 'twas brought by some one as a pawn,<br /> And mother gave a loan thereon?<br /> And here there hangs a key to fit:<br /> I have a mind to open it.<br /> What is that? God in Heaven! Whence came<br /> Such things? Never beheld I aught so fair!<br /> Rich ornaments, such as a noble dame<br /> On highest holidays might wear!<br /> How would the pearl-chain suit my hair?<br /> Ah, who may all this splendor own?</p> <p>(<i>She adorns herself with the jewelry, and steps before the<br /> mirror</i>.)</p> <p>Were but the ear-rings mine, alone!<br /> One has at once another air.<br /> What helps one's beauty, youthful blood?<br /> One may possess them, well and good;<br /> But none the more do others care.<br /> They praise us half in pity, sure:<br /> To gold still tends,<br /> On gold depends<br /> All, all! Alas, we poor!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-143"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-143.jpg" alt="Promenade" title="Promenade" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-144"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-144.jpg" alt="Promenade" title="Promenade" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="IX" id="IX"></SPAN>IX</h2> <p>PROMENADE</p> <p>(FAUST, <i>walking thoughtfully up and down. To him</i> MEPHISTOPHELES.)</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>By all love ever rejected! By hell-fire hot and unsparing!<br /> I wish I knew something worse, that I might use it for<br /> swearing!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What ails thee? What is't gripes thee, elf?<br /> A face like thine beheld I never.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I would myself unto the Devil deliver,<br /> If I were not a Devil myself!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thy head is out of order, sadly:<br /> It much becomes thee to be raving madly.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Just think, the pocket of a priest should get<br /> The trinkets left for Margaret!<br /> The mother saw them, and, instanter,<br /> A secret dread began to haunt her.<br /> Keen scent has she for tainted air;<br /> She snuffs within her book of prayer,<br /> And smells each article, to see<br /> If sacred or profane it be;<br /> So here she guessed, from every gem,<br /> That not much blessing came with them.<br /> "My child," she said, "ill-gotten good<br /> Ensnares the soul, consumes the blood.<br /> Before the Mother of God we'll lay it;<br /> With heavenly manna she'll repay it!"<br /> But Margaret thought, with sour grimace,<br /> "A gift-horse is not out of place,<br /> And, truly! godless cannot be<br /> The one who brought such things to me."<br /> A parson came, by the mother bidden:<br /> He saw, at once, where the game was hidden,<br /> And viewed it with a favor stealthy.<br /> He spake: "That is the proper view,&mdash;<br /> Who overcometh, winneth too.<br /> The Holy Church has a stomach healthy:<br /> Hath eaten many a land as forfeit,<br /> And never yet complained of surfeit:<br /> The Church alone, beyond all question,<br /> Has for ill-gotten goods the right digestion."</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>A general practice is the same,<br /> Which Jew and King may also claim.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Then bagged the spangles, chains, and rings,<br /> As if but toadstools were the things,<br /> And thanked no less, and thanked no more<br /> Than if a sack of nuts he bore,&mdash;<br /> Promised them fullest heavenly pay,<br /> And deeply edified were they.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>And Margaret?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Sits unrestful still,<br /> And knows not what she should, or will;<br /> Thinks on the jewels, day and night,<br /> But more on him who gave her such delight.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The darling's sorrow gives me pain.<br /> Get thou a set for her again!<br /> The first was not a great display.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>O yes, the gentleman finds it all child's-play!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Fix and arrange it to my will;<br /> And on her neighbor try thy skill!<br /> Don't be a Devil stiff as paste,<br /> But get fresh jewels to her taste!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Yes, gracious Sir, in all obedience!</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>Exit</i> FAUST.</p> </div> <p>Such an enamored fool in air would blow<br /> Sun, moon, and all the starry legions,<br /> To give his sweetheart a diverting show.</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>Exit</i>.</p> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-147"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-147.jpg" alt="The Neighbor's House" title="The Neighbor's House" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="X" id="X"></SPAN>X</h2> <p>THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>solus</i>)</p> <p>God forgive my husband, yet he<br /> Hasn't done his duty by me!<br /> Off in the world he went straightway,&mdash;<br /> Left me lie in the straw where I lay.<br /> And, truly, I did naught to fret him:<br /> God knows I loved, and can't forget him!</p> <p>(<i>She weeps</i>.)</p> <p>Perhaps he's even dead! Ah, woe!&mdash;<br /> Had I a certificate to show!</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>comes</i>)</p> <p>Dame Martha!</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Margaret! what's happened thee?</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I scarce can stand, my knees are trembling!<br /> I find a box, the first resembling,<br /> Within my press! Of ebony,&mdash;<br /> And things, all splendid to behold,<br /> And richer far than were the old.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>You mustn't tell it to your mother!<br /> 'Twould go to the priest, as did the other.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Ah, look and see&mdash;just look and see!</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>adorning her</i>)</p> <p>O, what a blessed luck for thee!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>But, ah! in the streets I dare not bear them,<br /> Nor in the church be seen to wear them.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Yet thou canst often this way wander,<br /> And secretly the jewels don,<br /> Walk up and down an hour, before the mirror yonder,&mdash;<br /> We'll have our private joy thereon.<br /> And then a chance will come, a holiday,<br /> When, piece by piece, can one the things abroad display,<br /> A chain at first, then other ornament:<br /> Thy mother will not see, and stories we'll invent.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Whoever could have brought me things so precious?<br /> That something's wrong, I feel suspicious.</p> <p>(<i>A knock</i>)</p> <p>Good Heaven! My mother can that have been?</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>peeping through the blind</i>)</p> <p>'Tis some strange gentleman.&mdash;Come in!</p> <p>(MEPHISTOPHELES <i>enters</i>.)</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>That I so boldly introduce me,<br /> I beg you, ladies, to excuse me.</p> <p>(<i>Steps back reverently, on seeing</i> MARGARET.)</p> <p>For Martha Schwerdtlein I'd inquire!</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>I'm she: what does the gentleman desire?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>aside to her</i>)</p> <p>It is enough that you are she:<br /> You've a visitor of high degree.<br /> Pardon the freedom I have ta'en,&mdash;<br /> Will after noon return again.</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>aloud</i>)</p> <p>Of all things in the world! Just hear&mdash;<br /> He takes thee for a lady, dear!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I am a creature young and poor:<br /> The gentleman's too kind, I'm sure.<br /> The jewels don't belong to me.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Ah, not alone the jewelry!<br /> The look, the manner, both betray&mdash;<br /> Rejoiced am I that I may stay!</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>What is your business? I would fain&mdash;</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I would I had a more cheerful strain!<br /> Take not unkindly its repeating:<br /> Your husband's dead, and sends a greeting.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Is dead? Alas, that heart so true!<br /> My husband dead! Let me die, too!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Ah, dearest dame, let not your courage fail!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Hear me relate the mournful tale!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Therefore I'd never love, believe me!<br /> A loss like this to death would grieve me.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Joy follows woe, woe after joy comes flying.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Relate his life's sad close to me!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>In Padua buried, he is lying<br /> Beside the good Saint Antony,<br /> Within a grave well consecrated,<br /> For cool, eternal rest created.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>He gave you, further, no commission?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Yes, one of weight, with many sighs:<br /> Three hundred masses buy, to save him from perdition!<br /> My hands are empty, otherwise.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>What! Not a pocket-piece? no jewelry?<br /> What every journeyman within his wallet spares,<br /> And as a token with him bears,<br /> And rather starves or begs, than loses?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Madam, it is a grief to me;<br /> Yet, on my word, his cash was put to proper uses.<br /> Besides, his penitence was very sore,<br /> And he lamented his ill fortune all the more.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Alack, that men are so unfortunate!<br /> Surely for his soul's sake full many a prayer I'll proffer.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>You well deserve a speedy marriage-offer:<br /> You are so kind, compassionate.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>O, no! As yet, it would not do.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>If not a husband, then a beau for you!<br /> It is the greatest heavenly blessing,<br /> To have a dear thing for one's caressing.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>The country's custom is not so.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Custom, or not! It happens, though.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Continue, pray!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I stood beside his bed of dying.<br /> 'Twas something better than manure,&mdash;<br /> Half-rotten straw: and yet, he died a Christian, sure,<br /> And found that heavier scores to his account were lying.<br /> He cried: "I find my conduct wholly hateful!<br /> To leave my wife, my trade, in manner so ungrateful!<br /> Ah, the remembrance makes me die!<br /> Would of my wrong to her I might be shriven!"</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>weeping</i>)</p> <p>The dear, good man! Long since was he forgiven.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>"Yet she, God knows! was more to blame than I."</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>He lied! What! On the brink of death he slandered?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>In the last throes his senses wandered,<br /> If I such things but half can judge.<br /> He said: "I had no time for play, for gaping freedom:<br /> First children, and then work for bread to feed 'em,&mdash;<br /> For bread, in the widest sense, to drudge,<br /> And could not even eat my share in peace and quiet!"</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Had he all love, all faith forgotten in his riot?<br /> My work and worry, day and night?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Not so: the memory of it touched him quite.<br /> Said he: "When I from Malta went away<br /> My prayers for wife and little ones were zealous,<br /> And such a luck from Heaven befell us,<br /> We made a Turkish merchantman our prey,<br /> That to the Soldan bore a mighty treasure.<br /> Then I received, as was most fit,<br /> Since bravery was paid in fullest measure,<br /> My well-apportioned share of it."</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Say, how? Say, where? If buried, did he own it?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Who knows, now, whither the four winds have blown it?<br /> A fair young damsel took him in her care,<br /> As he in Naples wandered round, unfriended;<br /> And she much love, much faith to him did bear,<br /> So that he felt it till his days were ended.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>The villain! From his children thieving!<br /> Even all the misery on him cast<br /> Could not prevent his shameful way of living!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>But see! He's dead therefrom, at last.<br /> Were I in <i>your</i> place, do not doubt me,<br /> I'd mourn him decently a year,<br /> And for another keep, meanwhile, my eyes about me.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Ah, God! another one so dear<br /> As was my first, this world will hardly give me.<br /> There never was a sweeter fool than mine,<br /> Only he loved to roam and leave me,<br /> And foreign wenches and foreign wine,<br /> And the damned throw of dice, indeed.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Well, well! That might have done, however,<br /> If he had only been as clever,<br /> And treated <i>your</i> slips with as little heed.<br /> I swear, with this condition, too,<br /> I would, myself, change rings with you.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>The gentleman is pleased to jest.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I'll cut away, betimes, from here:<br /> She'd take the Devil at his word, I fear.</p> <p>(<i>To</i> MARGARET)</p> <p>How fares the heart within your breast?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>What means the gentleman?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>aside</i>)</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Sweet innocent, thou art!</p> </div> <p>(<i>Aloud</i>.)</p> <p>Ladies, farewell!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Farewell!</p> </div> <p>MARTHA</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>A moment, ere we part!<br /> </p> </div> I'd like to have a legal witness,<br /> Where, how, and when he died, to certify his fitness.<br /> Irregular ways I've always hated;<br /> I want his death in the weekly paper stated.<br /> <br /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Yes, my good dame, a pair of witnesses<br /> Always the truth establishes.<br /> I have a friend of high condition,<br /> Who'll also add his deposition.<br /> I'll bring him here.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Good Sir, pray do!</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And this young lady will be present, too?<br /> A gallant youth! has travelled far:<br /> Ladies with him delighted are.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Before him I should blush, ashamed.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Before no king that could be named!</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Behind the house, in my garden, then,<br /> This eve we'll expect the gentlemen.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-155"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-155.jpg" alt="A Street" title="A Street" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-156"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-156.jpg" alt="A Street" title="A Street" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XI" id="XI"></SPAN>XI</h2> <p>A STREET</p> <p>FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>How is it? under way? and soon complete?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Ah, bravo! Do I find you burning?<br /> Well, Margaret soon will still your yearning:<br /> At Neighbor Martha's you'll this evening meet.<br /> A fitter woman ne'er was made<br /> To ply the pimp and gypsy trade!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Tis well.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indented"> <p>Yet something is required from us.</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <p>One service pays the other thus.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>We've but to make a deposition valid<br /> That now her husband's limbs, outstretched and pallid,<br /> At Padua rest, in consecrated soil.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Most wise! And first, of course, we'll make the journey<br /> thither?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p><i>Sancta simplicitas</i>! no need of such a toil;<br /> Depose, with knowledge or without it, either!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>If you've naught better, then, I'll tear your pretty plan!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Now, there you are! O holy man!<br /> Is it the first time in your life you're driven<br /> To bear false witness in a case?<br /> Of God, the world and all that in it has a place,<br /> Of Man, and all that moves the being of his race,<br /> Have you not terms and definitions given<br /> With brazen forehead, daring breast?<br /> And, if you'll probe the thing profoundly,<br /> Knew you so much&mdash;and you'll confess it roundly!&mdash;<br /> As here of Schwerdtlein's death and place of rest?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thou art, and thou remain'st, a sophist, liar.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Yes, knew I not more deeply thy desire.<br /> For wilt thou not, no lover fairer,<br /> Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her,<br /> And all thy soul's devotion swear her?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>And from my heart.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>'Tis very fine!<br /> </p> </div> Thine endless love, thy faith assuring,<br /> The one almighty force enduring,&mdash;<br /> Will that, too, prompt this heart of thine?<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Hold! hold! It will!&mdash;If such my flame,<br /> And for the sense and power intense<br /> I seek, and cannot find, a name;<br /> Then range with all my senses through creation,<br /> Craving the speech of inspiration,<br /> And call this ardor, so supernal,<br /> Endless, eternal and eternal,&mdash;<br /> Is that a devilish lying game?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And yet I'm right!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Mark this, I beg of thee!<br /> </p> </div> And spare my lungs henceforth: whoever<br /> Intends to have the right, if but his<br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">tongue be clever,</span><br /> Will have it, certainly.<br /> But come: the further talking brings<br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">disgust,</span><br /> For thou art right, especially since I<br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">must.</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-158"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-158.jpg" alt="Garden" title="Garden" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-159"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-159.jpg" alt="Garden" title="Garden" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XII" id="XII"></SPAN>XII</h2> <p>GARDEN</p> <p>(MARGARET <i>on</i> FAUST'S <i>arm</i>. MARTHA <i>and</i> MEPHISTOPHELES <i>walking up and down</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I feel, the gentleman allows for me,<br /> Demeans himself, and shames me by it;<br /> A traveller is so used to be<br /> Kindly content with any diet.<br /> I know too well that my poor gossip can<br /> Ne'er entertain such an experienced man.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>A look from thee, a word, more entertains<br /> Than all the lore of wisest brains.</p> <p>(<i>He kisses her hand</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Don't incommode yourself! How could you ever kiss it!<br /> It is so ugly, rough to see!<br /> What work I do,&mdash;how hard and steady is it!<br /> Mother is much too close with me.</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>They pass</i>.</p> </div> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>And you, Sir, travel always, do you not?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Alas, that trade and duty us so harry!<br /> With what a pang one leaves so many a spot,<br /> And dares not even now and then to tarry!</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>In young, wild years it suits your ways,<br /> This round and round the world in freedom sweeping;<br /> But then come on the evil days,<br /> And so, as bachelor, into his grave a-creeping,<br /> None ever found a thing to praise.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I dread to see how such a fate advances.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Then, worthy Sir, improve betimes your chances!</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>They pass</i>.</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Yes, out of sight is out of mind!<br /> Your courtesy an easy grace is;<br /> But you have friends in other places,<br /> And sensibler than I, you'll find.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Trust me, dear heart! what men call sensible<br /> Is oft mere vanity and narrowness.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>How so?</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Ah, that simplicity and innocence ne'er know<br /> Themselves, their holy value, and their spell!<br /> That meekness, lowliness, the highest graces<br /> Which Nature portions out so lovingly&mdash;</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>So you but think a moment's space on me,<br /> All times I'll have to think on you, all places!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>No doubt you're much alone?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Yes, for our household small has grown,<br /> Yet must be cared for, you will own.<br /> We have no maid: I do the knitting, sewing, sweeping,<br /> The cooking, early work and late, in fact;<br /> And mother, in her notions of housekeeping,<br /> Is so exact!<br /> Not that she needs so much to keep expenses down:<br /> We, more than others, might take comfort, rather:<br /> A nice estate was left us by my father,<br /> A house, a little garden near the town.<br /> But now my days have less of noise and hurry;<br /> My brother is a soldier,<br /> My little sister's dead.<br /> True, with the child a troubled life I led,<br /> Yet I would take again, and willing, all the worry,<br /> So very dear was she.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>An angel, if like thee!</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I brought it up, and it was fond of me.<br /> Father had died before it saw the light,<br /> And mother's case seemed hopeless quite,<br /> So weak and miserable she lay;<br /> And she recovered, then, so slowly, day by day.<br /> She could not think, herself, of giving<br /> The poor wee thing its natural living;<br /> And so I nursed it all alone<br /> With milk and water: 'twas my own.<br /> Lulled in my lap with many a song,<br /> It smiled, and tumbled, and grew strong.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The purest bliss was surely then thy dower.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>But surely, also, many a weary hour.<br /> I kept the baby's cradle near<br /> My bed at night: if 't even stirred, I'd guess it,<br /> And waking, hear.<br /> And I must nurse it, warm beside me press it,<br /> And oft, to quiet it, my bed forsake,<br /> And dandling back and forth the restless creature take,<br /> Then at the wash-tub stand, at morning's break;<br /> And then the marketing and kitchen-tending,<br /> Day after day, the same thing, never-ending.<br /> One's spirits, Sir, are thus not always good,<br /> But then one learns to relish rest and food.</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>They pass</i>.</p> </div> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Yes, the poor women are bad off, 'tis true:<br /> A stubborn bachelor there's no converting.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>It but depends upon the like of you,<br /> And I should turn to better ways than flirting.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Speak plainly, Sir, have you no one detected?<br /> Has not your heart been anywhere subjected?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The proverb says: One's own warm hearth<br /> And a good wife, are gold and jewels worth.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>I mean, have you not felt desire, though ne'er so slightly?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I've everywhere, in fact, been entertained politely.</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>I meant to say, were you not touched in earnest, ever?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>One should allow one's self to jest with ladies never.</p> <p>MARTHA Ah, you don't understand!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I'm sorry I'm so blind: But I am sure&mdash;that you are very kind.</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>They pass</i>.</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <p>And me, thou angel! didst thou recognize,<br /> As through the garden-gate I came?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>And thou forgiv'st my freedom, and the blame<br /> To my impertinence befitting,<br /> As the Cathedral thou wert quitting?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I was confused, the like ne'er happened me;<br /> No one could ever speak to my discredit.<br /> Ah, thought I, in my conduct has he read it&mdash;<br /> Something immodest or unseemly free?<br /> He seemed to have the sudden feeling<br /> That with this wench 'twere very easy dealing.<br /> I will confess, I knew not what appeal<br /> On your behalf, here, in my bosom grew;<br /> But I was angry with myself, to feel<br /> That I could not be angrier with you.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Sweet darling!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Wait a while!</p> </div> <p>(<i>She plucks a star-flower, and pulls off the leaves, one after<br /> the other</i>.)</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Shall that a nosegay be?</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>No, it is just in play.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>How?</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Go! you'll laugh at me.<br /> </p> </div> (<i>She pulls off the leaves and murmurs</i>.)<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What murmurest thou?</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>half aloud</i>)</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>He loves me&mdash;loves me not.</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thou sweet, angelic soul!</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>continues</i>)</p> <p>Loves me&mdash;not&mdash;loves me&mdash;not&mdash;<br /> (<i>plucking the last leaf, she cries with frank delight</i>:)</p> <p>He loves me!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Yes, child! and let this blossom-word<br /> For thee be speech divine! He loves thee!<br /> Ah, know'st thou what it means? He loves thee!</p> <p>(<i>He grasps both her hands</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I'm all a-tremble!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>O tremble not! but let this look,<br /> Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee<br /> What is unspeakable!<br /> To yield one wholly, and to feel a rapture<br /> In yielding, that must be eternal!<br /> Eternal!&mdash;for the end would be despair.<br /> No, no,&mdash;no ending! no ending!</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>coming forward</i>)</p> <p>The night is falling.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Ay! we must away.</p> </div> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>I'd ask you, longer here to tarry,<br /> But evil tongues in this town have full play.<br /> It's as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry,<br /> Nor other labor,<br /> But spying all the doings of one's neighbor:<br /> And one becomes the talk, do whatsoe'er one may.<br /> Where is our couple now?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Flown up the alley yonder,<br /> </p> </div> The wilful summer-birds!<br /> <br /> <p>MARTHA</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>He seems of her still fonder.</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And she of him. So runs the world away!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-166"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-166.jpg" alt="A GARDEN-ARBOR" title="A GARDEN-ARBOR" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-167"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-167.jpg" alt="A GARDEN-ARBOR" title="A GARDEN-ARBOR" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>
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