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<SPAN name="XX" id="XX"></SPAN>XX</h2> <p>CATHEDRAL</p> <p>SERVICE, ORGAN <i>and</i> ANTHEM.</p> <p>(MARGARET <i>among much people: the</i> EVIL SPIRIT <i>behind</i><br /> MARGARET.)</p> <p>EVIL SPIRIT</p> <p>HOW otherwise was it, Margaret,<br /> When thou, still innocent,<br /> Here to the altar cam'st,<br /> And from the worn and fingered book<br /> Thy prayers didst prattle,<br /> Half sport of childhood,<br /> Half God within thee!<br /> Margaret!<br /> Where tends thy thought?<br /> Within thy bosom<br /> What hidden crime?<br /> Pray'st thou for mercy on thy mother's soul,<br /> That fell asleep to long, long torment, and through thee?<br /> Upon thy threshold whose the blood?<br /> And stirreth not and quickens<br /> Something beneath thy heart,<br /> Thy life disquieting<br /> With most foreboding presence?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Woe! woe!<br /> Would I were free from the thoughts<br /> That cross me, drawing hither and thither<br /> Despite me!</p> <p>CHORUS</p> <div class="indented"> <p><i>Diesira, dies illa,</i><br /> Solvet soeclum in favilla!<br /> <i>(Sound of the organ</i>.)<br /> </p> </div> <p>EVIL SPIRIT</p> <p>Wrath takes thee!<br /> The trumpet peals!<br /> The graves tremble!<br /> And thy heart<br /> From ashy rest<br /> To fiery torments<br /> Now again requickened,<br /> Throbs to life!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Would I were forth!<br /> I feel as if the organ here<br /> My breath takes from me,<br /> My very heart<br /> Dissolved by the anthem!</p> <p>CHORUS</p> <div class="indented"> <i>Judex ergo cum sedebit,</i><br /> Quidquid latet, ad parebit,<br /> Nil inultum remanebit.<br /> <br /> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I cannot breathe!<br /> The massy pillars<br /> Imprison me!<br /> The vaulted arches<br /> Crush me!&mdash;Air!</p> <p>EVIL SPIRIT</p> <p>Hide thyself! Sin and shame<br /> Stay never hidden.<br /> Air? Light?<br /> Woe to thee!</p> <p>CHORUS</p> <div class="indented"> <p><i>Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,</i><br /> Quem patronem rogaturus,<br /> Cum vix Justus sit securus<br /> </p> </div> <p>EVIL SPIRIT</p> <p>They turn their faces,<br /> The glorified, from thee:<br /> The pure, their hands to offer,<br /> Shuddering, refuse thee!<br /> Woe!</p> <p>CHORUS</p> <p><i>Quid sum miser tune dicturus</i>?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Neighbor! your cordial! &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(<i>She falls in a swoon</i>.)</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-202"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-202.jpg" alt="She falls in a swoon" title="She falls in a swoon" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-203"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-203.jpg" alt="Walpurgis-Night" title="Walpurgis-Night" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XXI" id="XXI"></SPAN>XXI</h2> <p>WALPURGIS-NIGHT</p> <p>THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS.</p> <p><i>District of Schierke and Elend</i>.</p> <p>FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>DOST thou not wish a broomstick-steed's assistance?<br /> The sturdiest he-goat I would gladly see:<br /> The way we take, our goal is yet some distance.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence.<br /> This knotted staff suffices me.<br /> What need to shorten so the way?<br /> Along this labyrinth of vales to wander,<br /> Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder,<br /> Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray,<br /> Is such delight, my steps would fain delay.<br /> The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches,<br /> And even the fir-tree feels it now:<br /> Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I notice no such thing, I vow!<br /> 'Tis winter still within my body:<br /> Upon my path I wish for frost and snow.<br /> How sadly rises, incomplete and ruddy,<br /> The moon's lone disk, with its belated glow,<br /> And lights so dimly, that, as one advances,<br /> At every step one strikes a rock or tree!<br /> Let us, then, use a Jack-o'-lantern's glances:<br /> I see one yonder, burning merrily.<br /> Ho, there! my friend! I'll levy thine attendance:<br /> Why waste so vainly thy resplendence?<br /> Be kind enough to light us up the steep!</p> <p>WILL-O'-THE-WISP</p> <p>My reverence, I hope, will me enable<br /> To curb my temperament unstable;<br /> For zigzag courses we are wont to keep.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Indeed? he'd like mankind to imitate!<br /> Now, in the Devil's name, go straight,<br /> Or I'll blow out his being's flickering spark!</p> <p>WILL-O'-THE-WISP</p> <p>You are the master of the house, I mark,<br /> And I shall try to serve you nicely.<br /> But then, reflect: the mountain's magic-mad to-day,<br /> And if a will-o'-the-wisp must guide you on the way,<br /> You mustn't take things too precisely.</p> <p>FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, WILL-O'-THE-WISP</p> <p>(<i>in alternating song</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We, it seems, have entered newly</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In the sphere of dreams enchanted.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Do thy bidding, guide us truly,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That our feet be forwards planted</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In the vast, the desert spaces!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">See them swiftly changing places,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Trees on trees beside us trooping,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the crags above us stooping,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the rocky snouts, outgrowing,&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hear them snoring, hear them blowing!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O'er the stones, the grasses, flowing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Stream and streamlet seek the hollow.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hear I noises? songs that follow?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hear I tender love-petitions?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Voices of those heavenly visions?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Sounds of hope, of love undying!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the echoes, like traditions</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of old days, come faint and hollow.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hoo-hoo! Shoo-hoo! Nearer hover</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Jay and screech-owl, and the plover,&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Are they all awake and crying?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Is't the salamander pushes,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bloated-bellied, through the bushes?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the roots, like serpents twisted,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Through the sand and boulders toiling,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fright us, weirdest links uncoiling</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To entrap us, unresisted:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Living knots and gnarls uncanny</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Feel with polypus-antennae</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For the wanderer. Mice are flying,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thousand-colored, herd-wise hieing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Through the moss and through the heather!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the fire-flies wink and darkle,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Crowded swarms that soar and sparkle,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And in wildering escort gather!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Tell me, if we still are standing,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or if further we're ascending?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">All is turning, whirling, blending,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Trees and rocks with grinning faces,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Wandering lights that spin in mazes,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Still increasing and expanding!</span><br /> </p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Grasp my skirt with heart undaunted!<br /> Here a middle-peak is planted,<br /> Whence one seeth, with amaze,<br /> Mammon in the mountain blaze.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>How strangely glimmers through the hollows<br /> A dreary light, like that of dawn!<br /> Its exhalation tracks and follows<br /> The deepest gorges, faint and wan.<br /> Here steam, there rolling vapor sweepeth;<br /> Here burns the glow through film and haze:<br /> Now like a tender thread it creepeth,<br /> Now like a fountain leaps and plays.<br /> Here winds away, and in a hundred<br /> Divided veins the valley braids:<br /> There, in a corner pressed and sundered,<br /> Itself detaches, spreads and fades.<br /> Here gush the sparkles incandescent<br /> Like scattered showers of golden sand;&mdash;<br /> But, see! in all their height, at present,<br /> The rocky ramparts blazing stand.</p> <br /> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <br /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-207"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-207.jpg" alt="&lt;i&gt;Under the old ribs of the rock retreating&lt;/i&gt;" title="&lt;i&gt;Under the old ribs of the rock retreating&lt;/i&gt;" /> </div> <br /> <br /> <h3><i>Under the old ribs of the rock retreating</i></h3> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Has not Sir Mammon grandly lighted<br /> His palace for this festal night?<br /> 'Tis lucky thou hast seen the sight;<br /> The boisterous guests approach that were invited.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>How raves the tempest through the air!<br /> With what fierce blows upon my neck 'tis beating!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Under the old ribs of the rock retreating,<br /> Hold fast, lest thou be hurled down the abysses there!<br /> The night with the mist is black;<br /> Hark! how the forests grind and crack!<br /> Frightened, the owlets are scattered:<br /> Hearken! the pillars are shattered.<br /> The evergreen palaces shaking!<br /> Boughs are groaning and breaking,<br /> The tree-trunks terribly thunder,<br /> The roots are twisting asunder!<br /> In frightfully intricate crashing<br /> Each on the other is dashing,<br /> And over the wreck-strewn gorges<br /> The tempest whistles and surges!<br /> Hear'st thou voices higher ringing?<br /> Far away, or nearer singing?<br /> Yes, the mountain's side along,<br /> Sweeps an infuriate glamouring song!</p> <p>WITCHES (<i>in chorus</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The witches ride to the Brocken's top,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The stubble is yellow, and green the crop.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">There gathers the crowd for carnival:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Sir Urian sits over all.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And so they go over stone and stock;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The witch she&mdash;&mdash;-s, and&mdash;&mdash;-s the buck.</span><br /> <br /> A VOICE<br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Alone, old Baubo's coming now;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">She rides upon a farrow-sow.</span><br /> <br /> CHORUS<br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then honor to whom the honor is due!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dame Baubo first, to lead the crew!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A tough old sow and the mother thereon,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then follow the witches, every one.</span><br /> </p> <p>A VOICE</p> <p>Which way com'st thou hither?</p> <p>VOICE</p> <p>O'er the Ilsen-stone.<br /> I peeped at the owl in her nest alone:<br /> How she stared and glared!</p> <p>VOICE</p> <p>Betake thee to Hell!<br /> Why so fast and so fell?</p> <p>VOICE</p> <p>She has scored and has flayed me:<br /> See the wounds she has made me!</p> <p>WITCHES (<i>chorus</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The way is wide, the way is long:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">See, what a wild and crazy throng!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The broom it scratches, the fork it thrusts,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The child is stifled, the mother bursts.</span><br /> </p> <p>WIZARDS (<i>semichorus</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As doth the snail in shell, we crawl:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Before us go the women all.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When towards the Devil's House we tread,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Woman's a thousand steps ahead.</span><br /> <br /> OTHER SEMICHORUS<br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We do not measure with such care:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Woman in thousand steps is theft.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But howsoe'er she hasten may,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Man in one leap has cleared the way.</span><br /> </p> <p>VOICE (<i>from above</i>)</p> <p>Come on, come on, from Rocky Lake!</p> <p>VOICE (<i>from below</i>)</p> <p>Aloft we'd fain ourselves betake.<br /> We've washed, and are bright as ever you will,<br /> Yet we're eternally sterile still.</p> <p>BOTH CHORUSES</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The wind is hushed, the star shoots by.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The dreary moon forsakes the sky;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The magic notes, like spark on spark,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Drizzle, whistling through the dark.</span><br /> </p> <p>VOICE (<i>from below</i>)</p> <p>Halt, there! Ho, there!</p> <p>VOICE (<i>from above</i>)</p> <p>Who calls from the rocky cleft below there?</p> <p>VOICE (<i>below</i>)</p> <p>Take me, too! take me, too!<br /> I'm climbing now three hundred years,<br /> And yet the summit cannot see:<br /> Among my equals I would be.</p> <p>BOTH CHORUSES</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bears the broom and bears the stock,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bears the fork and bears the buck:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who cannot raise himself to-night</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Is evermore a ruined wight.</span><br /> </p> <p>HALF-WITCH (<i>below</i>)</p> <p>So long I stumble, ill bestead,<br /> And the others are now so far ahead!<br /> At home I've neither rest nor cheer,<br /> And yet I cannot gain them here.</p> <p>CHORUS OF WITCHES</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To cheer the witch will salve avail;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A rag will answer for a sail;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Each trough a goodly ship supplies;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He ne'er will fly, who now not flies.</span><br /> </p> <p>BOTH CHORUSES</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When round the summit whirls our flight,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then lower, and on the ground alight;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And far and wide the heather press</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With witchhood's swarms of wantonness!</span><br /> </p> <p>(<i>They settle down</i>.)</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>They crowd and push, they roar and clatter!<br /> They whirl and whistle, pull and chatter!<br /> They shine, and spirt, and stink, and burn!<br /> The true witch-element we learn.<br /> Keep close! or we are parted, in our turn,<br /> Where art thou?</p> <p>FAUST (<i>in the distance</i>)</p> <p>Here!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>What! whirled so far astray?<br /> </p> </div> Then house-right I must use, and clear the way.<br /> Make room! Squire Voland comes! Room, gentle rabble,<br /> room!<br /> <br /> <p>Here, Doctor, hold to me: in one jump we'll resume<br /> An easier space, and from the crowd be free:<br /> It's too much, even for the like of me.<br /> Yonder, with special light, there's something shining clearer<br /> Within those bushes; I've a mind to see.<br /> Come on! well slip a little nearer.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Spirit of Contradiction! On! I'll follow straight.<br /> 'Tis planned most wisely, if I judge aright:<br /> We climb the Brocken's top in the Walpurgis-Night,<br /> That arbitrarily, here, ourselves we isolate.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>But see, what motley flames among the heather!<br /> There is a lively club together:<br /> In smaller circles one is not alone.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Better the summit, I must own:<br /> There fire and whirling smoke I see.<br /> They seek the Evil One in wild confusion:<br /> Many enigmas there might find solution.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>But there enigmas also knotted be.<br /> Leave to the multitude their riot!<br /> Here will we house ourselves in quiet.<br /> It is an old, transmitted trade,<br /> That in the greater world the little worlds are made.<br /> I see stark-nude young witches congregate,<br /> And old ones, veiled and hidden shrewdly:<br /> On my account be kind, nor treat them rudely!<br /> The trouble's small, the fun is great.<br /> I hear the noise of instruments attuning,&mdash;<br /> Vile din! yet one must learn to bear the crooning.<br /> Come, come along! It <i>must</i> be, I declare!<br /> I'll go ahead and introduce thee there,<br /> Thine obligation newly earning.<br /> That is no little space: what say'st thou, friend?<br /> Look yonder! thou canst scarcely see the end:<br /> A hundred fires along the ranks are burning.<br /> They dance, they chat, they cook, they drink, they court:<br /> Now where, just tell me, is there better sport?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Wilt thou, to introduce us to the revel,<br /> Assume the part of wizard or of devil?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I'm mostly used, 'tis true, to go incognito,<br /> But on a gala-day one may his orders show.<br /> The Garter does not deck my suit,<br /> But honored and at home is here the cloven foot.<br /> Perceiv'st thou yonder snail? It cometh, slow and steady;<br /> So delicately its feelers pry,<br /> That it hath scented me already:<br /> I cannot here disguise me, if I try.<br /> But come! we'll go from this fire to a newer:<br /> I am the go-between, and thou the wooer.</p> <p>(<i>To some, who are sitting around dying embers</i>:)</p> <p>Old gentlemen, why at the outskirts? Enter!<br /> I'd praise you if I found you snugly in the centre,<br /> With youth and revel round you like a zone:<br /> You each, at home, are quite enough alone.</p> <p>GENERAL</p> <p>Say, who would put his trust in nations,<br /> Howe'er for them one may have worked and planned?<br /> For with the people, as with women,<br /> Youth always has the upper hand.</p> <p>MINISTER</p> <p>They're now too far from what is just and sage.<br /> I praise the old ones, not unduly:<br /> When we were all-in-all, then, truly,<br /> <i>Then</i> was the real golden age.</p> <p>PARVENU</p> <p>We also were not stupid, either,<br /> And what we should not, often did;<br /> But now all things have from their bases slid,<br /> Just as we meant to hold them fast together.</p> <p>AUTHOR</p> <p>Who, now, a work of moderate sense will read?<br /> Such works are held as antiquate and mossy;<br /> And as regards the younger folk, indeed,<br /> They never yet have been so pert and saucy.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>(<i>who all at once appears very old</i>)</p> <p>I feel that men are ripe for Judgment-Day,<br /> Now for the last time I've the witches'-hill ascended:<br /> Since to the lees <i>my</i> cask is drained away,<br /> The world's, as well, must soon be ended.</p> <p>HUCKSTER-WITCH</p> <p>Ye gentlemen, don't pass me thus!<br /> Let not the chance neglected be!<br /> Behold my wares attentively:<br /> The stock is rare and various.<br /> And yet, there's nothing I've collected&mdash;<br /> No shop, on earth, like this you'll find!&mdash;<br /> Which has not, once, sore hurt inflicted<br /> Upon the world, and on mankind.<br /> No dagger's here, that set not blood to flowing;<br /> No cup, that hath not once, within a healthy frame<br /> Poured speedy death, in poison glowing:<br /> No gems, that have not brought a maid to shame;<br /> No sword, but severed ties for the unwary,<br /> Or from behind struck down the adversary.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Gossip! the times thou badly comprehendest:<br /> What's done has happed&mdash;what haps, is done!<br /> 'Twere better if for novelties thou sendest:<br /> By such alone can we be won.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Let me not lose myself in all this pother!<br /> This is a fair, as never was another!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The whirlpool swirls to get above:<br /> Thou'rt shoved thyself, imagining to shove.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>But who is that?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Note her especially,<br /> Tis Lilith.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indented"> <p>Who?</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Adam's first wife is she.<br /> </p> </div> Beware the lure within her lovely tresses,<br /> The splendid sole adornment of her hair!<br /> When she succeeds therewith a youth to snare,<br /> Not soon again she frees him from her jesses.<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Those two, the old one with the young one sitting,<br /> They've danced already more than fitting.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>No rest to-night for young or old!<br /> They start another dance: come now, let us take hold!</p> <p>FAUST (<i>dancing with the young witch</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A lovely dream once came to me;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I then beheld an apple-tree,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And there two fairest apples shone:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They lured me so, I climbed thereon.</span><br /> <br /> THE FAIR ONE<br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Apples have been desired by you,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Since first in Paradise they grew;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And I am moved with joy, to know</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That such within my garden grow.</span><br /> <br /> MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>dancing with the old one</i>)<br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A dissolute dream once came to me:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Therein I saw a cloven tree,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which had a&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet,&mdash;&mdash;as 'twas, I fancied it.</span><br /> </p> <p>THE OLD ONE</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I offer here my best salute</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Unto the knight with cloven foot!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Let him a&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;prepare,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">If him&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;does not scare.</span><br /> </p> <p>PROKTOPHANTASMIST</p> <p>Accurs&eacute;d folk! How dare you venture thus?<br /> Had you not, long since, demonstration<br /> That ghosts can't stand on ordinary foundation?<br /> And now you even dance, like one of us!</p> <p>THE FAIR ONE (<i>dancing</i>)</p> <p>Why does he come, then, to our ball?</p> <p>FAUST (<i>dancing</i>)</p> <p>O, everywhere on him you fall!<br /> When others dance, he weighs the matter:<br /> If he can't every step bechatter,<br /> Then 'tis the same as were the step not made;<br /> But if you forwards go, his ire is most displayed.<br /> If you would whirl in regular gyration<br /> As he does in his dull old mill,<br /> He'd show, at any rate, good-will,&mdash;<br /> Especially if you heard and heeded his hortation.</p> <p>PROKTOPHANTASMIST</p> <p>You still are here? Nay, 'tis a thing unheard!<br /> Vanish, at once! We've said the enlightening word.<br /> The pack of devils by no rules is daunted:<br /> We are so wise, and yet is Tegel haunted.<br /> To clear the folly out, how have I swept and stirred!<br /> Twill ne'er be clean: why, 'tis a thing unheard!</p> <p>THE FAIR ONE</p> <p>Then cease to bore us at our ball!</p> <p>PROKTOPHANTASMIST</p> <p>I tell you, spirits, to your face,<br /> I give to spirit-despotism no place;<br /> My spirit cannot practise it at all.</p> <p>(<i>The dance continues</i>)</p> <p>Naught will succeed, I see, amid such revels;<br /> Yet something from a tour I always save,<br /> And hope, before my last step to the grave,<br /> To overcome the poets and the devils.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>He now will seat him in the nearest puddle;<br /> The solace this, whereof he's most assured:<br /> And when upon his rump the leeches hang and fuddle,<br /> He'll be of spirits and of Spirit cured.</p> <p>(<i>To</i> FAUST, <i>who has left the dance</i>:)</p> <p>Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden,<br /> That in the dance so sweetly sang?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Ah! in the midst of it there sprang<br /> A red mouse from her mouth&mdash;sufficient reason.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>That's nothing! One must not so squeamish be;<br /> So the mouse was not gray, enough for thee.<br /> Who'd think of that in love's selected season?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Then saw I&mdash;.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <div class="indented"> <p>What?</p> </div> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Mephisto, seest thou there,<br /> </p> </div> Alone and far, a girl most pale and fair?<br /> She falters on, her way scarce knowing,<br /> As if with fettered feet that stay her going.<br /> I must confess, it seems to me<br /> As if my kindly Margaret were she.<br /> <br /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Let the thing be! All thence have evil drawn:<br /> It is a magic shape, a lifeless eidolon.<br /> Such to encounter is not good:<br /> Their blank, set stare benumbs the human blood,<br /> And one is almost turned to stone.<br /> Medusa's tale to thee is known.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Forsooth, the eyes they are of one whom, dying,<br /> No hand with loving pressure closed;<br /> That is the breast whereon I once was lying,&mdash;<br /> The body sweet, beside which I reposed!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Tis magic all, thou fool, seduced so easily!<br /> Unto each man his love she seems to be.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The woe, the rapture, so ensnare me,<br /> That from her gaze I cannot tear me!<br /> And, strange! around her fairest throat<br /> A single scarlet band is gleaming,<br /> No broader than a knife-blade seeming!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Quite right! The mark I also note.<br /> Her head beneath her arm she'll sometimes carry;<br /> Twas Perseus lopped it, her old adversary.<br /> Thou crav'st the same illusion still!<br /> Come, let us mount this little hill;<br /> The Prater shows no livelier stir,<br /> And, if they've not bewitched my sense,<br /> I verily see a theatre.<br /> What's going on?</p> <p>SERVIBILIS</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>'Twill shortly recommence:<br /> </p> </div> A new performance&mdash;'tis the last of seven.<br /> To give that number is the custom here:<br /> 'Twas by a Dilettante written,<br /> And Dilettanti in the parts appear.<br /> That now I vanish, pardon, I entreat you!<br /> As Dilettante I the curtain raise.<br /> <br /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>When I upon the Blocksberg meet you,<br /> I find it good: for that's your proper place.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-221"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-221.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-222"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-222.jpg" alt="WALPURGIS-NIGHT'S DREAM" title="WALPURGIS-NIGHT'S DREAM" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>
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