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<SPAN name="XIII" id="XIII"></SPAN>XIII</h2> <p>A GARDEN-ARBOR</p> <p>(MARGARET <i>comes in, conceals herself behind the door, puts her<br /> finger to her lips, and peeps through the crack</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>He comes!</p> <p>FAUST (<i>entering</i>)</p> <span style="margin-left: 9em;">Ah, rogue! a tease thou art:</span><br /> I have thee! (<i>He kisses her</i>.)<br /> <br /> <p>MARGARET</p> (<i>clasping him, and returning the kiss</i>)<br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Dearest man! I love thee from my heart.</span><br /> <p>(MEPHISTOPHELES <i>knocks</i>)</p> <p>FAUST (<i>stamping his foot</i>)</p> <p>Who's there?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indented"> <p>A friend!</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>A beast!</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Tis time to separate.</p> </div> <p>MARTHA (<i>coming</i>)</p> <p>Yes, Sir, 'tis late.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indented"> <p>May I not, then, upon you wait?</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>My mother would&mdash;farewell!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Ah, can I not remain?<br /> </p> </div> Farewell!<br /> <br /> <p>MARTHA</p> <div class="indented"> <p>Adieu!</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>And soon to meet again!</p> </div> <div class="indented"> <p>[<i>Exeunt</i> FAUST <i>and</i> MEPHISTOPHELES.</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Dear God! However is it, such<br /> A man can think and know so much?<br /> I stand ashamed and in amaze,<br /> And answer "Yes" to all he says,<br /> A poor, unknowing child! and he&mdash;<br /> I can't think what he finds in me! &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[<i>Exit</i>.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-169"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-169.jpg" alt="FOREST AND CAVERN" title="FOREST AND CAVERN" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XIV" id="XIV"></SPAN>XIV</h2> <p>FOREST AND CAVERN</p> <p>FAUST (<i>solus</i>)</p> <p>Spirit sublime, thou gav'st me, gav'st me all<br /> For which I prayed. Not unto me in vain<br /> Hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire.<br /> Thou gav'st me Nature as a kingdom grand,<br /> With power to feel and to enjoy it. Thou<br /> Not only cold, amazed acquaintance yield'st,<br /> But grantest, that in her profoundest breast<br /> I gaze, as in the bosom of a friend.<br /> The ranks of living creatures thou dost lead<br /> Before me, teaching me to know my brothers<br /> In air and water and the silent wood.<br /> And when the storm in forests roars and grinds,<br /> The giant firs, in falling, neighbor boughs<br /> And neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down,<br /> And falling, fill the hills with hollow thunders,&mdash;<br /> Then to the cave secure thou leadest me,<br /> Then show'st me mine own self, and in my breast<br /> The deep, mysterious miracles unfold.<br /> And when the perfect moon before my gaze<br /> Comes up with soothing light, around me float<br /> From every precipice and thicket damp<br /> The silvery phantoms of the ages past,<br /> And temper the austere delight of thought.</p> <p>That nothing can be perfect unto Man<br /> I now am conscious. With this ecstasy,<br /> Which brings me near and nearer to the Gods,<br /> Thou gav'st the comrade, whom I now no more<br /> Can do without, though, cold and scornful, he<br /> Demeans me to myself, and with a breath,<br /> A word, transforms thy gifts to nothingness.<br /> Within my breast he fans a lawless fire,<br /> Unwearied, for that fair and lovely form:<br /> Thus in desire I hasten to enjoyment,<br /> And in enjoyment pine to feel desire.</p> <p>(MEPHISTOPHELES <i>enters</i>.)</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Have you not led this life quite long enough?<br /> How can a further test delight you?<br /> 'Tis very well, that once one tries the stuff,<br /> But something new must then requite you.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Would there were other work for thee!<br /> To plague my day auspicious thou returnest.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Well! I'll engage to let thee be:<br /> Thou darest not tell me so in earnest.<br /> The loss of thee were truly very slight,&mdash;<br /> comrade crazy, rude, repelling:</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-171"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-171.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>One has one's hands full all the day and night;<br /> If what one does, or leaves undone, is right,<br /> From such a face as thine there is no telling.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <br /> <p>There is, again, thy proper tone!&mdash;<br /> That thou hast bored me, I must thankful be!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Poor Son of Earth, how couldst thou thus alone<br /> Have led thy life, bereft of me?<br /> I, for a time, at least, have worked thy cure;<br /> Thy fancy's rickets plague thee not at all:<br /> Had I not been, so hadst thou, sure,<br /> Walked thyself off this earthly ball<br /> Why here to caverns, rocky hollows slinking,<br /> Sit'st thou, as 'twere an owl a-blinking?<br /> Why suck'st, from sodden moss and dripping stone,<br /> Toad-like, thy nourishment alone?<br /> A fine way, this, thy time to fill!<br /> The Doctor's in thy body still.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What fresh and vital forces, canst thou guess,<br /> Spring from my commerce with the wilderness?<br /> But, if thou hadst the power of guessing,<br /> Thou wouldst be devil enough to grudge my soul the blessing.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>A blessing drawn from supernatural fountains!<br /> In night and dew to lie upon the mountains;<br /> All Heaven and Earth in rapture penetrating;<br /> Thyself to Godhood haughtily inflating;<br /> To grub with yearning force through Earth's dark marrow,<br /> Compress the six days' work within thy bosom narrow,&mdash;<br /> To taste, I know not what, in haughty power,<br /> Thine own ecstatic life on all things shower,<br /> Thine earthly self behind thee cast,<br /> And then the lofty instinct, thus&mdash;</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>(<i>With a gesture</i>:)</p> </div> <div class="indentedss"> <p>at last,&mdash;</p> </div> I daren't say how&mdash;to pluck the final flower!<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Shame on thee!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Yes, thou findest that unpleasant!<br /> Thou hast the moral right to cry me "shame!" at present.<br /> One dares not that before chaste ears declare,<br /> Which chaste hearts, notwithstanding, cannot spare;<br /> And, once for all, I grudge thee not the pleasure<br /> Of lying to thyself in moderate measure.<br /> But such a course thou wilt not long endure;<br /> Already art thou o'er-excited,<br /> And, if it last, wilt soon be plighted<br /> To madness and to horror, sure.<br /> Enough of that! Thy love sits lonely yonder,<br /> By all things saddened and oppressed;<br /> Her thoughts and yearnings seek thee, tenderer, fonder,&mdash;<br /> mighty love is in her breast.<br /> First came thy passion's flood and poured around her<br /> As when from melted snow a streamlet overflows;<br /> Thou hast therewith so filled and drowned her,<br /> That now <i>thy</i> stream all shallow shows.<br /> Methinks, instead of in the forests lording,<br /> The noble Sir should find it good,<br /> The love of this young silly blood<br /> At once to set about rewarding.<br /> Her time is miserably long;<br /> She haunts her window, watching clouds that stray<br /> O'er the old city-wall, and far away.<br /> "Were I a little bird!" so runs her song,<br /> Day long, and half night long.<br /> Now she is lively, mostly sad,<br /> Now, wept beyond her tears;<br /> Then again quiet she appears,&mdash;Always<br /> love-mad.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Serpent! Serpent!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES <i>(aside)</i></p> <p>Ha! do I trap thee!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Get thee away with thine offences,<br /> Reprobate! Name not that fairest thing,<br /> Nor the desire for her sweet body bring<br /> Again before my half-distracted senses!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>What wouldst thou, then? She thinks that thou art flown;<br /> And half and half thou art, I own.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Yet am I near, and love keeps watch and ward;<br /> Though I were ne'er so far, it cannot falter:<br /> I envy even the Body of the Lord<br /> The touching of her lips, before the altar.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>'Tis very well! <i>My</i> envy oft reposes<br /> On your twin-pair, that feed among the roses.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Away, thou pimp!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>You rail, and it is fun to me.<br /> The God, who fashioned youth and maid,<br /> Perceived the noblest purpose of His trade,<br /> And also made their opportunity.<br /> Go on! It is a woe profound!<br /> 'Tis for your sweetheart's room you're bound,<br /> And not for death, indeed.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What are, within her arms, the heavenly blisses?<br /> Though I be glowing with her kisses,<br /> Do I not always share her need?<br /> I am the fugitive, all houseless roaming,<br /> The monster without air or rest,<br /> That like a cataract, down rocks and gorges foaming,<br /> Leaps, maddened, into the abyss's breast!<br /> And side-wards she, with young unwakened senses,<br /> Within her cabin on the Alpine field<br /> Her simple, homely life commences,<br /> Her little world therein concealed.<br /> And I, God's hate flung o'er me,<br /> Had not enough, to thrust<br /> The stubborn rocks before me<br /> And strike them into dust!<br /> She and her peace I yet must undermine:<br /> Thou, Hell, hast claimed this sacrifice as thine!<br /> Help, Devil! through the coming pangs to push me;<br /> What must be, let it quickly be!<br /> Let fall on me her fate, and also crush me,&mdash;<br /> One ruin whelm both her and me!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Again it seethes, again it glows!<br /> Thou fool, go in and comfort her!<br /> When such a head as thine no outlet knows,<br /> It thinks the end must soon occur.<br /> Hail him, who keeps a steadfast mind!<br /> Thou, else, dost well the devil-nature wear:<br /> Naught so insipid in the world I find<br /> As is a devil in despair.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-177"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-177.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-178"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-178.jpg" alt="Margaret's Room" title="Margaret's Room" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XV" id="XV"></SPAN>XV</h2> <p>MARGARET'S ROOM</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>(<i>at the spinning-wheel, alone</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">My peace is gone,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My heart is sore:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I never shall find it,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, nevermore!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Save I have him near.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The grave is here;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The world is gall</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And bitterness all.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My poor weak head</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Is racked and crazed;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My thought is lost,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My senses mazed.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My peace is gone,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My heart is sore:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I never shall find it,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, nevermore!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">To see him, him only,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">At the pane I sit;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">To meet him, him only,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The house I quit.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">His lofty gait,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">His noble size,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The smile of his mouth,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The power of his eyes,</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And the magic flow</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Of his talk, the bliss</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">In the clasp of his hand,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And, ah! his kiss!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My peace is gone,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My heart is sore:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I never shall find it,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, nevermore!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">My bosom yearns</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">For him alone;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, dared I clasp him,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And hold, and own!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And kiss his mouth,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">To heart's desire,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And on his kisses</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">At last expire!</span><br /> </p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-180"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-180.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XVI" id="XVI"></SPAN>XVI</h2> <p>MARTHA'S GARDEN</p> <p>MARGARET FAUST</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Promise me, Henry!&mdash;</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>What I can!</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>How is't with thy religion, pray?<br /> Thou art a dear, good-hearted man,<br /> And yet, I think, dost not incline that way.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Leave that, my child! Thou know'st my love is tender;<br /> For love, my blood and life would I surrender,<br /> And as for Faith and Church, I grant to each his own.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>That's not enough: we must believe thereon.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Must we?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indented"> <p>Would that I had some influence!</p> </div> Then, too, thou honorest not the Holy Sacraments.<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>I honor them.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Desiring no possession<br /> </p> </div> 'Tis long since thou hast been to mass or to confession.<br /> Believest thou in God?<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>My darling, who shall dare<br /> </p> </div> "I believe in God!" to say?<br /> Ask priest or sage the answer to declare,<br /> And it will seem a mocking play,<br /> A sarcasm on the asker.<br /> <br /> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Then thou believest not!</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Hear me not falsely, sweetest countenance!<br /> Who dare express Him?<br /> And who profess Him,<br /> Saying: I believe in Him!<br /> Who, feeling, seeing,<br /> Deny His being,<br /> Saying: I believe Him not!<br /> The All-enfolding,<br /> The All-upholding,<br /> Folds and upholds he not<br /> Thee, me, Himself?<br /> Arches not there the sky above us?<br /> Lies not beneath us, firm, the earth?<br /> And rise not, on us shining,<br /> Friendly, the everlasting stars?<br /> Look I not, eye to eye, on thee,<br /> And feel'st not, thronging<br /> To head and heart, the force,<br /> Still weaving its eternal secret,<br /> Invisible, visible, round thy life?<br /> Vast as it is, fill with that force thy heart,<br /> And when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art,<br /> Call it, then, what thou wilt,&mdash;<br /> Call it Bliss! Heart! Love! God!<br /> I have no name to give it!<br /> Feeling is all in all:<br /> The Name is sound and smoke,<br /> Obscuring Heaven's clear glow.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>All that is fine and good, to hear it so:<br /> Much the same way the preacher spoke,<br /> Only with slightly different phrases.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The same thing, in all places,<br /> All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day&mdash;<br /> Each in its language&mdash;say;<br /> Then why not I, in mine, as well?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>To hear it thus, it may seem passable;<br /> And yet, some hitch in't there must be<br /> For thou hast no Christianity.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Dear love!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I've long been grieved to see<br /> That thou art in such company.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>How so?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>The man who with thee goes, thy mate,<br /> </p> </div> Within my deepest, inmost soul I hate.<br /> In all my life there's nothing<br /> Has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing,<br /> As his repulsive face has done.<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Nay, fear him not, my sweetest one!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I feel his presence like something ill.<br /> I've else, for all, a kindly will,<br /> But, much as my heart to see thee yearneth,<br /> The secret horror of him returneth;<br /> And I think the man a knave, as I live!<br /> If I do him wrong, may God forgive!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>There must be such queer birds, however.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Live with the like of him, may I never!<br /> When once inside the door comes he,<br /> He looks around so sneeringly,<br /> And half in wrath:<br /> One sees that in nothing no interest he hath:<br /> 'Tis written on his very forehead<br /> That love, to him, is a thing abhorr&eacute;d.<br /> I am so happy on thine arm,<br /> So free, so yielding, and so warm,<br /> And in his presence stifled seems my heart.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Foreboding angel that thou art!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>It overcomes me in such degree,<br /> That wheresoe'er he meets us, even,<br /> I feel as though I'd lost my love for thee.<br /> When he is by, I could not pray to Heaven.<br /> That burns within me like a flame,<br /> And surely, Henry, 'tis with thee the same.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>There, now, is thine antipathy!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>But I must go.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Ah, shall there never be<br /> </p> </div> A quiet hour, to see us fondly plighted,<br /> With breast to breast, and soul to soul united?<br /> <br /> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Ah, if I only slept alone!<br /> I'd draw the bolts to-night, for thy desire;<br /> But mother's sleep so light has grown,<br /> And if we were discovered by her,<br /> 'Twould be my death upon the spot!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thou angel, fear it not!<br /> Here is a phial: in her drink<br /> But three drops of it measure,<br /> And deepest sleep will on her senses sink.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>What would I not, to give thee pleasure?<br /> It will not harm her, when one tries it?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>If 'twould, my love, would I advise it?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Ah, dearest man, if but thy face I see,<br /> I know not what compels me to thy will:<br /> So much have I already done for thee,<br /> That scarcely more is left me to fulfil.</p> <p>(<i>Enter</i> MEPHISTOPHELES.)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; [<i>Exit</i>.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The monkey! Is she gone?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Hast played the spy again?</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I've heard, most fully, how she drew thee.<br /> The Doctor has been catechised, 'tis plain;<br /> Great good, I hope, the thing will do thee.<br /> The girls have much desire to ascertain<br /> If one is prim and good, as ancient rules compel:<br /> If there he's led, they think, he'll follow them as well.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thou, monster, wilt nor see nor own<br /> How this pure soul, of faith so lowly,<br /> So loving and ineffable,&mdash;<br /> The faith alone<br /> That her salvation is,&mdash;with scruples holy<br /> Pines, lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Thou, full of sensual, super-sensual desire,<br /> A girl by the nose is leading thee.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Abortion, thou, of filth and fire!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And then, how masterly she reads physiognomy!<br /> When I am present she's impressed, she knows not how;<br /> She in my mask a hidden sense would read:<br /> She feels that surely I'm a genius now,&mdash;<br /> Perhaps the very Devil, indeed!<br /> Well, well,&mdash;to-night&mdash;?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>What's that to thee?</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Yet my delight 'twill also be!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-186"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-186.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-187"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-187.jpg" alt="At the Fountain" title="At the Fountain" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XVII" id="XVII"></SPAN>XVII</h2> <p>AT THE FOUNTAIN</p> <p>MARGARET <i>and</i> LISBETH <i>With pitchers</i>.</p> <p>LISBETH</p> <p>Hast nothing heard of Barbara?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>No, not a word. I go so little out.</p> <p>LISBETH</p> <p>It's true, Sibylla said, to-day.<br /> She's played the fool at last, there's not a doubt.<br /> Such taking-on of airs!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>How so?<br /> </p> </div> <br /> <br /> <p>LISBETH</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>It stinks!<br /> </p> </div> She's feeding two, whene'er she eats and drinks.<br /> <br /> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Ah!</p> <p>LISBETH</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And so, at last, it serves her rightly.<br /> She clung to the fellow so long and tightly!<br /> That was a promenading!<br /> At village and dance parading!<br /> As the first they must everywhere shine,<br /> And he treated her always to pies and wine,<br /> And she made a to-do with her face so fine;<br /> So mean and shameless was her behavior,<br /> She took all the presents the fellow gave her.<br /> 'Twas kissing and coddling, on and on!<br /> So now, at the end, the flower is gone.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>The poor, poor thing!</p> <p>LISBETH</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Dost pity her, at that?<br /> </p> </div> When one of us at spinning sat,<br /> And mother, nights, ne'er let us out the door<br /> She sported with her paramour.<br /> On the door-bench, in the passage dark,<br /> The length of the time they'd never mark.<br /> So now her head no more she'll lift,<br /> But do church-penance in her sinner's shift!<br /> <br /> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>He'll surely take her for his wife.</p> <p>LISBETH</p> <p>He'd be a fool! A brisk young blade<br /> Has room, elsewhere, to ply his trade.<br /> Besides, he's gone.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>That is not fair!<br /> </p> </div> <br /> <br /> <p>LISBETH</p> <p>If him she gets, why let her beware!<br /> The boys shall dash her wreath on the floor,<br /> And we'll scatter chaff before her door!<br /> </p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>Exit</i>.</p> </div> <p>MARGARET (<i>returning home</i>)</p> <p>How scornfully I once reviled,<br /> When some poor maiden was beguiled!<br /> More speech than any tongue suffices<br /> I craved, to censure others' vices.<br /> Black as it seemed, I blackened still,<br /> And blacker yet was in my will;<br /> And blessed myself, and boasted high,&mdash;<br /> And now&mdash;a living sin am I!<br /> Yet&mdash;all that drove my heart thereto,<br /> God! was so good, so dear, so true!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-189"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-189.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-190"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-190.jpg" alt="Donjon" title="Donjon" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XVIII" id="XVIII"></SPAN>XVIII</h2> <p>DONJON</p> <p>(<i>In a niche of the wall a shrine, with an image of the Mater<br /> Dolorosa. Pots of flowers before it</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>(<i>putting fresh flowers in the pots</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Incline, O Maiden,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thou sorrow-laden,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thy gracious countenance upon my pain!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The sword Thy heart in,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">With anguish smarting,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thou lookest up to where Thy Son is slain!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thou seest the Father;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thy sad sighs gather,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And bear aloft Thy sorrow and His pain!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ah, past guessing,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Beyond expressing,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The pangs that wring my flesh and bone!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Why this anxious heart so burneth,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Why it trembleth, why it yearneth,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Knowest Thou, and Thou alone!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Where'er I go, what sorrow,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">What woe, what woe and sorrow</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Within my bosom aches!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Alone, and ah! unsleeping,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I'm weeping, weeping, weeping,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The heart within me breaks.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The pots before my window,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Alas! my tears did wet,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">As in the early morning</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">For thee these flowers I set.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Within my lonely chamber</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The morning sun shone red:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">I sat, in utter sorrow,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Already on my bed.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Help! rescue me from death and stain!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">O Maiden!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thou sorrow-laden,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Incline Thy countenance upon my pain!</span><br /> </p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-191"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-191.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-192"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-192.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XIX" id="XIX"></SPAN>XIX</h2> <p>NIGHT</p> <p>STREET BEFORE MARGARET'S DOOR</p> <p>VALENTINE (<i>a soldier</i>, MARGARET'S <i>brother</i>)</p> <p>When I have sat at some carouse.<br /> Where each to each his brag allows,<br /> And many a comrade praised to me<br /> His pink of girls right lustily,<br /> With brimming glass that spilled the toast,<br /> And elbows planted as in boast:<br /> I sat in unconcerned repose,<br /> And heard the swagger as it rose.<br /> And stroking then my beard, I'd say,<br /> Smiling, the bumper in my hand:<br /> "Each well enough in her own way.<br /> But is there one in all the land<br /> Like sister Margaret, good as gold,&mdash;<br /> One that to her can a candle hold?"<br /> Cling! clang! "Here's to her!" went around<br /> The board: "He speaks the truth!" cried some;<br /> "In her the flower o' the sex is found!"<br /> And all the swaggerers were dumb.<br /> And now!&mdash;I could tear my hair with vexation.<br /> And dash out my brains in desperation!<br /> With turned-up nose each scamp may face me,<br /> With sneers and stinging taunts disgrace me,<br /> And, like a bankrupt debtor sitting,<br /> A chance-dropped word may set me sweating!<br /> Yet, though I thresh them all together,<br /> I cannot call them liars, either.</p> <p>But what comes sneaking, there, to view?<br /> If I mistake not, there are two.<br /> If <i>he's</i> one, let me at him drive!<br /> He shall not leave the spot alive.</p> <p>FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>How from the window of the sacristy<br /> Upward th'eternal lamp sends forth a glimmer,<br /> That, lessening side-wards, fainter grows and dimmer,<br /> Till darkness closes from the sky!<br /> The shadows thus within my bosom gather.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I'm like a sentimental tom-cat, rather,<br /> That round the tall fire-ladders sweeps,<br /> And stealthy, then, along the coping creeps:<br /> Quite virtuous, withal, I come,<br /> A little thievish and a little frolicsome.<br /> I feel in every limb the presage<br /> Forerunning the grand Walpurgis-Night:<br /> Day after to-morrow brings its message,<br /> And one keeps watch then with delight.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Meanwhile, may not the treasure risen be,<br /> Which there, behind, I glimmering see?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Shalt soon experience the pleasure,<br /> To lift the kettle with its treasure.<br /> I lately gave therein a squint&mdash;<br /> Saw splendid lion-dollars in 't.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Not even a jewel, not a ring,<br /> To deck therewith my darling girl?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I saw, among the rest, a thing<br /> That seemed to be a chain of pearl.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>That's well, indeed! For painful is it<br /> To bring no gift when her I visit.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Thou shouldst not find it so annoying,<br /> Without return to be enjoying.<br /> Now, while the sky leads forth its starry throng,<br /> Thou'lt hear a masterpiece, no work completer:<br /> I'll sing her, first, a moral song,<br /> The surer, afterwards, to cheat her.</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>(<i>Sings to the cither</i>.)</p> </div> <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">What dost thou here</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">In daybreak clear,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Kathrina dear,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Before thy lover's door?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Beware! the blade</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Lets in a maid.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">That out a maid</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Departeth nevermore!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">The coaxing shun</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Of such an one!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">When once 'tis done</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Good-night to thee, poor thing!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Love's time is brief:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Unto no thief</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Be warm and lief,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">But with the wedding-ring!</span><br /> </p> <p>VALENTINE (<i>comes forward</i>)</p> <p>Whom wilt thou lure? God's-element!<br /> Rat-catching piper, thou!&mdash;perdition!<br /> To the Devil, first, the instrument!<br /> To the Devil, then, the curst musician!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The cither's smashed! For nothing more 'tis fitting.</p> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>There's yet a skull I must be splitting!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>to</i> FAUST)</p> <p>Sir Doctor, don't retreat, I pray!<br /> Stand by: I'll lead, if you'll but tarry:<br /> Out with your spit, without delay!<br /> You've but to lunge, and I will parry.</p> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>Then parry that!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Why not? 'tis light.</p> </div> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>That, too!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Of course.</p> </div> <p>VALENTINE</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>I think the Devil must fight!<br /> </p> </div> How is it, then? my hand's already lame:<br /> <br /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>to</i> FAUST)</p> <p>Thrust home!</p> <p>VALENTINE (<i>jails</i>)</p> <div class="indented"> <p>O God!</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Now is the lubber tame!<br /> </p> </div> But come, away! 'Tis time for us to fly;<br /> For there arises now a murderous cry.<br /> With the police 'twere easy to compound it,<br /> But here the penal court will sift and sound it.<br /> <br /> <div class="indentedss"> <p>[<i>Exit with</i> FAUST.</p> </div> <p>MARTHA (<i>at the window</i>)</p> <p>Come out! Come out!</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>at the window</i>)</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Quick, bring a light!</p> </div> <p>MARTHA (<i>as above</i>)</p> <p>They swear and storm, they yell and fight!</p> <p>PEOPLE</p> <p>Here lies one dead already&mdash;see!</p> <p>MARTHA (<i>coming from the house</i>)</p> <p>The murderers, whither have they run?</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>coming out</i>)</p> <p>Who lies here?</p> <p>PEOPLE</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>'Tis thy mother's son!</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Almighty God! what misery!</p> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>I'm dying! That is quickly said,<br /> And quicker yet 'tis done.<br /> Why howl, you women there? Instead,<br /> Come here and listen, every one!</p> <p>(<i>All gather around him</i>)</p> <p>My Margaret, see! still young thou art,<br /> But not the least bit shrewd or smart,<br /> Thy business thus to slight:<br /> So this advice I bid thee heed&mdash;<br /> Now that thou art a whore indeed,<br /> Why, be one then, outright!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>My brother! God! such words to me?</p> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>In this game let our Lord God be!<br /> What's done's already done, alas!<br /> What follows it, must come to pass.<br /> With one begin'st thou secretly,<br /> Then soon will others come to thee,<br /> And when a dozen thee have known,<br /> Thou'rt also free to all the town.<br /> When Shame is born and first appears,<br /> She is in secret brought to light,<br /> And then they draw the veil of night<br /> Over her head and ears;<br /> Her life, in fact, they're loath to spare her.<br /> But let her growth and strength display,<br /> She walks abroad unveiled by day,<br /> Yet is not grown a whit the fairer.<br /> The uglier she is to sight,<br /> The more she seeks the day's broad light.<br /> The time I verily can discern<br /> When all the honest folk will turn<br /> From thee, thou jade! and seek protection<br /> As from a corpse that breeds infection.<br /> Thy guilty heart shall then dismay thee.<br /> When they but look thee in the face:&mdash;<br /> Shalt not in a golden chain array thee,<br /> Nor at the altar take thy place!<br /> Shalt not, in lace and ribbons flowing,<br /> Make merry when the dance is going!<br /> But in some corner, woe betide thee!<br /> Among the beggars and cripples hide thee;<br /> And so, though even God forgive,<br /> On earth a damned existence live!</p> <p>MARTHA</p> <p>Commend your soul to God for pardon,<br /> That you your heart with slander harden!</p> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>Thou pimp most infamous, be still!<br /> Could I thy withered body kill,<br /> 'Twould bring, for all my sinful pleasure,<br /> Forgiveness in the richest measure.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>My brother! This is Hell's own pain!</p> <p>VALENTINE</p> <p>I tell thee, from thy tears refrain!<br /> When thou from honor didst depart<br /> It stabbed me to the very heart.<br /> Now through the slumber of the grave<br /> I go to God as a soldier brave.</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>(<i>Dies</i>.)</p> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-199"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-199.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-200"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-200.jpg" alt="Cathedral" title="Cathedral" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>
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