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<SPAN name="XXII" id="XXII"></SPAN>XXII</h2> <p>WALPURGIS-NIGHT'S DREAM</p> <p>OBERON AND TITANIA's GOLDEN WEDDING</p> <p>INTERMEZZO</p> <p>MANAGER</p> <p>Sons of Mieding, rest to-day!<br /> Needless your machinery:<br /> Misty vale and mountain gray,<br /> That is all the scenery.</p> <p>HERALD</p> <p>That the wedding golden be.<br /> Must fifty years be rounded:<br /> But <i>the Golden</i> give to me,<br /> When the strife's compounded.</p> <p>OBERON</p> <p>Spirits, if you're here, be seen&mdash;<br /> Show yourselves, delighted!<br /> Fairy king and fairy queen,<br /> They are newly plighted.</p> <p>PUCK</p> <p>Cometh Puck, and, light of limb,<br /> Whisks and whirls in measure:<br /> Come a hundred after him,<br /> To share with him the pleasure.</p> <p>ARIEL</p> <p>Ariel's song is heavenly-pure,<br /> His tones are sweet and rare ones:<br /> Though ugly faces he allure,<br /> Yet he allures the fair ones.</p> <p>OBERON</p> <p>Spouses, who would fain agree,<br /> Learn how we were mated!<br /> If your pairs would loving be,<br /> First be separated!</p> <p>TITANIA</p> <p>If her whims the wife control,<br /> And the man berate her,<br /> Take him to the Northern Pole,<br /> And her to the Equator!</p> <p>ORCHESTRA. TUTTI.</p> <p><i>Fortissimo</i>.</p> <p>Snout of fly, mosquito-bill,<br /> And kin of all conditions,<br /> Frog in grass, and cricket-trill,&mdash;<br /> These are the musicians!</p> <p>SOLO</p> <p>See the bagpipe on our track!<br /> 'Tis the soap-blown bubble:<br /> Hear the <i>schnecke-schnicke-schnack</i><br /> Through his nostrils double!</p> <p>SPIRIT, JUST GROWING INTO FORM</p> <p>Spider's foot and paunch of toad,<br /> And little wings&mdash;we know 'em!<br /> A little creature 'twill not be,<br /> But yet, a little poem.</p> <p>A LITTLE COUPLE</p> <p>Little step and lofty leap<br /> Through honey-dew and fragrance:<br /> You'll never mount the airy steep<br /> With all your tripping vagrance.</p> <p>INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER</p> <p>Is't but masquerading play?<br /> See I with precision?<br /> Oberon, the beauteous fay,<br /> Meets, to-night, my vision!</p> <p>ORTHODOX</p> <p>Not a claw, no tail I see!<br /> And yet, beyond a cavil,<br /> Like "the Gods of Greece," must he<br /> Also be a devil.</p> <p>NORTHERN ARTIST</p> <p>I only seize, with sketchy air,<br /> Some outlines of the tourney;<br /> Yet I betimes myself prepare<br /> For my Italian journey.</p> <p>PURIST</p> <p>My bad luck brings me here, alas!<br /> How roars the orgy louder!<br /> And of the witches in the mass,<br /> But only two wear powder.</p> <p>YOUNG WITCH</p> <p>Powder becomes, like petticoat,<br /> A gray and wrinkled noddy;<br /> So I sit naked on my goat,<br /> And show a strapping body.</p> <p>MATRON</p> <p>We've too much tact and policy<br /> To rate with gibes a scolder;<br /> Yet, young and tender though you be,<br /> I hope to see you moulder.</p> <p>LEADER OF THE BAND</p> <p>Fly-snout and mosquito-bill,<br /> Don't swarm so round the Naked!<br /> Frog in grass and cricket-trill,<br /> Observe the time, and make it!</p> <p>WEATHERCOCK (<i>towards one side</i>)</p> <p>Society to one's desire!<br /> Brides only, and the sweetest!<br /> And bachelors of youth and fire.<br /> And prospects the completest!</p> <p>WEATHERCOCK (<i>towards the other side</i>)</p> <p>And if the Earth don't open now<br /> To swallow up each ranter,<br /> Why, then will I myself, I vow,<br /> Jump into hell instanter!</p> <p>XENIES</p> <p>Us as little insects see!<br /> With sharpest nippers flitting,<br /> That our Papa Satan we<br /> May honor as is fitting.</p> <p>HENNINGS</p> <p>How, in crowds together massed,<br /> They are jesting, shameless!<br /> They will even say, at last,<br /> That their hearts are blameless.</p> <p>MUSAGETES</p> <p>Among this witches' revelry<br /> His way one gladly loses;<br /> And, truly, it would easier be<br /> Than to command the Muses.</p> <p>CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE</p> <p>The proper folks one's talents laud:<br /> Come on, and none shall pass us!<br /> The Blocksberg has a summit broad,<br /> Like Germany's Parnassus.</p> <p>INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER</p> <p>Say, who's the stiff and pompous man?<br /> He walks with haughty paces:<br /> He snuffles all he snuffle can:<br /> "He scents the Jesuits' traces."</p> <p>CRANE</p> <p>Both clear and muddy streams, for me<br /> Are good to fish and sport in:<br /> And thus the pious man you see<br /> With even devils consorting.</p> <p>WORLDLING</p> <p>Yes, for the pious, I suspect,<br /> All instruments are fitting;<br /> And on the Blocksberg they erect<br /> Full many a place of meeting.</p> <p>DANCER</p> <p>A newer chorus now succeeds!<br /> I hear the distant drumming.<br /> "Don't be disturbed! 'tis, in the reeds,<br /> The bittern's changeless booming."</p> <p>DANCING-MASTER</p> <p>How each his legs in nimble trip<br /> Lifts up, and makes a clearance!<br /> The crooked jump, the heavy skip,<br /> Nor care for the appearance.</p> <p>GOOD FELLOW</p> <p>The rabble by such hate are held,<br /> To maim and slay delights them:<br /> As Orpheus' lyre the brutes compelled,<br /> The bagpipe here unites them.</p> <p>DOGMATIST</p> <p>I'll not be led by any lure<br /> Of doubts or critic-cavils:<br /> The Devil must be something, sure,&mdash;<br /> Or how should there be devils?</p> <p>IDEALIST</p> <p>This once, the fancy wrought in me<br /> Is really too despotic:<br /> Forsooth, if I am all I see,<br /> I must be idiotic!</p> <p>REALIST</p> <p>This racking fuss on every hand,<br /> It gives me great vexation;<br /> And, for the first time, here I stand<br /> On insecure foundation.</p> <p>SUPERNATURALIST</p> <p>With much delight I see the play,<br /> And grant to these their merits,<br /> Since from the devils I also may<br /> Infer the better spirits.</p> <p>SCEPTIC</p> <p>The flame they follow, on and on,<br /> And think they're near the treasure:<br /> But <i>Devil</i> rhymes with <i>Doubt</i> alone,<br /> So I am here with pleasure.</p> <p>LEADER OF THE BAND</p> <p>Frog in green, and cricket-trill.<br /> Such dilettants!&mdash;perdition!<br /> Fly-snout and mosquito-bill,&mdash;<br /> Each one's a fine musician!</p> <p>THE ADROIT</p> <p><i>Sans souci</i>, we call the clan<br /> Of merry creatures so, then;<br /> Go a-foot no more we can,<br /> And on our heads we go, then.</p> <p>THE AWKWARD</p> <p>Once many a bit we sponged, but now,<br /> God help us! that is done with:<br /> Our shoes are all danced out, we trow,<br /> We've but naked soles to run with.</p> <p>WILL-O'-THE WISPS</p> <p>From the marshes we appear,<br /> Where we originated;<br /> Yet in the ranks, at once, we're here<br /> As glittering gallants rated.</p> <p>SHOOTING-STAR</p> <p>Darting hither from the sky,<br /> In star and fire light shooting,<br /> Cross-wise now in grass I lie:<br /> Who'll help me to my footing?</p> <p>THE HEAVY FELLOWS</p> <p>Room! and round about us, room!<br /> Trodden are the grasses:<br /> Spirits also, spirits come,<br /> And they are bulky masses.</p> <p>PUCK</p> <p>Enter not so stall-fed quite,<br /> Like elephant-calves about one!<br /> And the heaviest weight to-night<br /> Be Puck, himself, the stout one!</p> <p>ARIEL</p> <p>If loving Nature at your back,<br /> Or Mind, the wings uncloses,<br /> Follow up my airy track<br /> To the mount of roses!</p> <p>ORCHESTRA</p> <p><i>pianissimo</i><br /> Cloud and trailing mist o'erhead<br /> Are now illuminated:<br /> Air in leaves, and wind in reed,<br /> And all is dissipated.</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-230"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-230.jpg" alt="DREARY DAY" title="DREARY DAY" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XXIII" id="XXIII"></SPAN>XXIII</h2> <p>DREARY DAY</p> <p>A FIELD</p> <p>FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>In misery! In despair! Long wretchedly astray on the face<br /> of the earth, and now imprisoned! That gracious, ill-starred<br /> creature shut in a dungeon as a criminal, and given<br /> up to fearful torments! To this has it come! to this!&mdash;Treacherous,<br /> contemptible spirit, and thou hast concealed it from<br /> me!&mdash;Stand, then,&mdash;stand! Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in<br /> thy head! Stand and defy me with thine intolerable presence!<br /> Imprisoned! In irretrievable misery! Delivered up to evil<br /> spirits, and to condemning, unfeeling Man! And thou hast<br /> lulled me, meanwhile, with the most insipid dissipations, hast<br /> concealed from me her increasing wretchedness, and suffered<br /> her to go helplessly to ruin!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-231"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-231.jpg" alt="&lt;i&gt;Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head&lt;/i&gt;" title="&lt;i&gt;Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head&lt;/i&gt;" /> </div> <h4>Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head</h4> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>She is not the first.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Dog! Abominable monster! Transform him, thou Infinite<br /> Spirit! transform the reptile again into his dog-shape? in which<br /> it pleased him often at night to scamper on before me, to roll<br /> himself at the feet of the unsuspecting wanderer, and hang<br /> upon his shoulders when he fell! Transform him again into<br /> his favorite likeness, that he may crawl upon his belly in the<br /> dust before me,&mdash;that I may trample him, the outlawed, under<br /> foot! Not the first! O woe! woe which no human soul can<br /> grasp, that more than one being should sink into the depths<br /> of this misery,&mdash;that the first, in its writhing death-agony<br /> under the eyes of the Eternal Forgiver, did not expiate the<br /> guilt of all others! The misery of this single one pierces to the<br /> very marrow of my life; and thou art calmly grinning at the<br /> fate of thousands!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Now we are already again at the end of our wits, where the<br /> understanding of you men runs wild. Why didst thou enter<br /> into fellowship with us, if thou canst not carry it out? Wilt fly,<br /> and art not secure against dizziness? Did we thrust ourselves<br /> upon thee, or thou thyself upon us?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me? It fills me with<br /> horrible disgust. Mighty, glorious Spirit, who hast vouchsafed<br /> to me Thine apparition, who knowest my heart and my soul,<br /> why fetter me to the felon-comrade, who feeds on mischief and<br /> gluts himself with ruin?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Hast thou done?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Rescue her, or woe to thee! The fearfullest curse be upon<br /> thee for thousands of ages!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger, nor undo his bolts.<br /> Rescue her? Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I, or thou?</p> <p>(FAUST <i>looks around wildly</i>.)</p> <p>Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well that it has not been<br /> given to you, miserable mortals! To crush to pieces the innocent<br /> respondent&mdash;that is the tyrant-fashion of relieving one's<br /> self in embarrassments.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Take me thither! She shall be free!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? Know<br /> that the guilt of blood, from thy hand, still lies upon the town!<br /> Avenging spirits hover over the spot where the victim fell, and<br /> lie in wait for the returning murderer.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>That, too, from thee? Murder and death of a world upon<br /> thee, monster! Take me thither, I say, and liberate her!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I will convey thee there; and hear, what I can do! Have I<br /> all the power in Heaven and on Earth? I will becloud the<br /> jailer's senses: get possession of the key, and lead her forth with<br /> human hand! I will keep watch: the magic steeds are ready,<br /> I will carry you off. So much is in my power.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Up and away!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-235"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-235.jpg" alt="Open Field" title="Open Field" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XXIV" id="XXIV"></SPAN>XXIV</h2> <p>NIGHT</p> <p>OPEN FIELD</p> <p>(FAUST <i>and</i> MEPHISTOPHELES <i>speeding onward on black horses</i>.)</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What weave they there round the raven-stone?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I know not what they are brewing and doing.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Soaring up, sweeping down, bowing and bending!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>A witches'-guild.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>They scatter, devote and doom!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>On! on!</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-236"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-236.jpg" alt="Dungeon" title="Dungeon" /> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="XXV" id="XXV"></SPAN>XXV</h2> <p>DUNGEON</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>(<i>with a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an iron door</i>)</p> <p>A shudder, long unfelt, comes o'er me;<br /> Mankind's collected woe o'erwhelms me, here.<br /> She dwells within the dark, damp walls before me,<br /> And all her crime was a delusion dear!<br /> What! I delay to free her?<br /> I dread, once again to see her?<br /> On! my shrinking but lingers Death more near.</p> <p>(<i>He grasps the lock: the sound of singing is heard inside</i>.)</p> <div class="indented"> <p><i>My mother, the harlot,</i><br /> Who put me to death;<br /> My father, the varlet,<br /> Who eaten me hath!<br /> Little sister, so good,<br /> Laid my bones in the wood,<br /> In the damp moss and clay:<br /> <i>Then was I a beautiful bird o' the wood;</i><br /> Fly away! Fly away!<br /> </p> </div> <p>FAUST <i>(unlocking)</i></p> <p>She does not dream her lover listens near;<br /> That he the rattling chain, the rustling straw, can hear.</p> <p><i>(He enters</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>hiding herself on the pallet</i>)<br /> Woe! woe! They come. O death of bitterness!</p> <p>FAUST (<i>whispering</i>)<br /> Hush! hush! The hour is come that frees thee.</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>throwing herself before him</i>)<br /> Art thou a man, then pity my distress!</p> <p>FAUST<br /> Thy cries will wake the guards, and they will seize thee!<br /> (<i>He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them</i>.)</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>on her knees</i>)</p> <p>Who, headsman! unto thee such power<br /> Over me could give?<br /> Thou'rt come for me at midnight-hour:<br /> Have mercy on me, let me live!<br /> Is't not soon enough when morning chime has run?</p> <p>(<i>She rises</i>.)</p> <p>And I am yet so young, so young!<br /> And now Death comes, and ruin!<br /> I, too, was fair, and that was my undoing.<br /> My love was near, but now he's far;<br /> Torn lies the wreath, scattered the blossoms are.<br /> Seize me not thus so violently!<br /> Spare me! What have I done to thee?<br /> Let me not vainly entreat thee!<br /> I never chanced, in all my days, to meet thee!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Shall I outlive this misery?</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Now am I wholly in thy might.<br /> But let me suckle, first, my baby!<br /> I blissed it all this livelong night;<br /> They took 't away, to vex me, maybe,<br /> And now they say I killed the child outright.<br /> And never shall I be glad again.<br /> They sing songs about me! 'tis bad of the folk to do it!<br /> There's an old story has the same refrain;<br /> Who bade them so construe it?</p> <p>FAUST (<i>falling upon his knees</i>)</p> <p>Here lieth one who loves thee ever,<br /> The thraldom of thy woe to sever.</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>flinging herself beside him</i>)</p> <p>O let us kneel, and call the Saints to hide us!<br /> Under the steps beside us,<br /> The threshold under,<br /> Hell heaves in thunder!<br /> The Evil One<br /> With terrible wrath<br /> Seeketh a path<br /> His prey to discover!</p> <p>FAUST (<i>aloud</i>)</p> <p>Margaret! Margaret!</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>attentively listening</i>)</p> <p>That was the voice of my lover!</p> <p>(<i>She springs to her feet: the fetters fall off</i>.)</p> <p>Where is he? I heard him call me.<br /> I am free! No one shall enthrall me.<br /> To his neck will I fly,<br /> On his bosom lie!<br /> On the threshold he stood, and <i>Margaret</i>! calling,<br /> Midst of Hell's howling and noises appalling,<br /> Midst of the wrathful, infernal derision,<br /> I knew the sweet sound of the voice of the vision!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>'Tis I!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>'Tis thou! O, say it once again!</p> <p>(<i>Clasping him</i>.)</p> <p>'Tis he! 'tis he! Where now is all my pain?<br /> The anguish of the dungeon, and the chain?<br /> 'Tis thou! Thou comest to save me,<br /> And I am saved!&mdash;<br /> Again the street I see<br /> Where first I looked on thee;<br /> And the garden, brightly blooming,<br /> Where I and Martha wait thy coming.</p> <p>FAUST (<i>struggling to leave</i>)</p> <p>Come! Come with me!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Delay, now!<br /> So fain I stay, when thou delayest!</p> <p>(<i>Caressing him</i>.)</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Away, now!<br /> If longer here thou stayest,<br /> We shall be made to dearly rue it.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Kiss me!&mdash;canst no longer do it?<br /> My friend, so short a time thou'rt missing,<br /> And hast unlearned thy kissing?<br /> Why is my heart so anxious, on thy breast?<br /> Where once a heaven thy glances did create me,<br /> A heaven thy loving words expressed,<br /> And thou didst kiss, as thou wouldst suffocate me&mdash;<br /> Kiss me!<br /> Or I'll kiss thee!</p> <p>(<i>She embraces him</i>.)</p> <p>Ah, woe! thy lips are chill,<br /> And still.<br /> How changed in fashion<br /> Thy passion!<br /> Who has done me this ill?</p> <p>(<i>She turns away from him</i>.)</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Come, follow me! My darling, be more bold:<br /> I'll clasp thee, soon, with warmth a thousand-fold;<br /> But follow now! 'Tis all I beg of thee.</p> <p>MARGARET (<i>turning to him</i>)</p> <p>And is it thou? Thou, surely, certainly?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>'Tis I! Come on!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Thou wilt unloose my chain,<br /> </p> </div> And in thy lap wilt take me once again.<br /> How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?&mdash;<br /> Say, dost thou know, my friend, whom thou mak'st free?<br /> <br /> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Come! come! The night already vanisheth.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>My mother have I put to death;<br /> I've drowned the baby born to thee.<br /> Was it not given to thee and me?<br /> Thee, too!&mdash;'Tis thou! It scarcely true doth seem&mdash;<br /> Give me thy hand! 'Tis not a dream!<br /> Thy dear, dear hand!&mdash;But, ah, 'tis wet!<br /> Why, wipe it off! Methinks that yet<br /> There's blood thereon.<br /> Ah, God! what hast thou done?<br /> Nay, sheathe thy sword at last!<br /> Do not affray me!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>O, let the past be past!<br /> Thy words will slay me!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>No, no! Thou must outlive us.<br /> Now I'll tell thee the graves to give us:<br /> Thou must begin to-morrow<br /> The work of sorrow!<br /> The best place give to my mother,<br /> Then close at her side my brother,<br /> And me a little away,<br /> But not too very far, I pray!<br /> And here, on my right breast, my baby lay!<br /> Nobody else will lie beside me!&mdash;<br /> Ah, within thine arms to hide me,<br /> That was a sweet and a gracious bliss,<br /> But no more, no more can I attain it!<br /> I would force myself on thee and constrain it,<br /> And it seems thou repellest my kiss:<br /> And yet 'tis thou, so good, so kind to see!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>If thou feel'st it is I, then come with me!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Out yonder?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>To freedom.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>If the grave is there,<br /> Death lying in wait, then come!<br /> From here to eternal rest:<br /> No further step&mdash;no, no!<br /> Thou goest away! O Henry, if I could go!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>I dare not go: there's no hope any more.<br /> Why should I fly? They'll still my steps waylay!<br /> It is so wretched, forced to beg my living,<br /> And a bad conscience sharper misery giving!<br /> It is so wretched, to be strange, forsaken,<br /> And I'd still be followed and taken!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>I'll stay with thee.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Be quick! Be quick!<br /> Save thy perishing child!<br /> Away! Follow the ridge<br /> Up by the brook,</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-243"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-243.jpg" alt="If the grave is there, Death lying in wait, then come!" title="If the grave is there, Death lying in wait, then come!" /> </div> <h3>If the grave is there, Death lying in wait, then come!</h3> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p>Over the bridge,<br /> Into the wood,<br /> To the left, where the plank is placed<br /> In the pool!<br /> Seize it in haste!<br /> 'Tis trying to rise,<br /> 'Tis struggling still!<br /> Save it! Save it!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Recall thy wandering will!<br /> One step, and thou art free at last!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>If the mountain we had only passed!<br /> There sits my mother upon a stone,&mdash;<br /> I feel an icy shiver!<br /> There sits my mother upon a stone,<br /> And her head is wagging ever.<br /> She beckons, she nods not, her heavy head falls o'er;<br /> She slept so long that she wakes no more.<br /> She slept, while we were caressing:<br /> Ah, those were the days of blessing!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Here words and prayers are nothing worth;<br /> I'll venture, then, to bear thee forth.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>No&mdash;let me go! I'll suffer no force!<br /> Grasp me not so murderously!<br /> I've done, else, all things for the love of thee.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Day? Yes, the day comes,&mdash;the last day breaks for me!<br /> My wedding-day it was to be!<br /> Tell no one thou has been with Margaret!<br /> Woe for my garland! The chances<br /> Are over&mdash;'tis all in vain!<br /> We shall meet once again,<br /> But not at the dances!<br /> The crowd is thronging, no word is spoken:<br /> The square below<br /> And the streets overflow:<br /> The death-bell tolls, the wand is broken.<br /> I am seized, and bound, and delivered&mdash;<br /> Shoved to the block&mdash;they give the sign!<br /> Now over each neck has quivered<br /> The blade that is quivering over mine.<br /> Dumb lies the world like the grave!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>O had I ne'er been born!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>appears outside</i>)</p> <p>Off! or you're lost ere morn.<br /> Useless talking, delaying and praying!<br /> My horses are neighing:<br /> The morning twilight is near.</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>What rises up from the threshold here?<br /> He! he! suffer him not!<br /> What does he want in this holy spot?<br /> He seeks me!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>Thou shalt live.</p> </div> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Judgment of God! myself to thee I give.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>to</i> FAUST)</p> <p>Come! or I'll leave her in the lurch, and thee!</p> <p>MARGARET</p> <p>Thine am I, Father! rescue me!<br /> Ye angels, holy cohorts, guard me,<br /> Camp around, and from evil ward me!<br /> Henry! I shudder to think of thee.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>She is judged!</p> <p>VOICE (<i>from above</i>)</p> <div class="indenteds"> <p>She is saved!</p> </div> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES (<i>to</i> FAUST)</p> <div class="indentedss"> <p>Hither to me!</p> </div> <p>(<i>He disappears with</i> FAUST.)</p> <p>VOICE (<i>from within, dying away</i>)</p> <p>Henry! Henry!</p>
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