Faust - Johann Gothe

Prelude at the theater.

You two, who oft a helping hand, have lent in need and tribulation. Come, let me know your expectation of this our enterprise in german Land. I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated, especially since it lives and lets me live. The posts are set, the booth of boards completed, and each awaits the banquet I shall give. Already there, with curious eyebrows raised, they sit sedate and hope to be amazed. I know how one the people's taste may flatter, Yet here a huge embarrassment. I feel

Speak not to me of yonder motley masses, whom but to see puts out the fire of song. Hide from my view. The surging crowd that passes, and in its whirlpool forces us along. No lead me wear some heavenly silent glasses. The purer joys that round the poet throng, where love and friendship still divinely fashion, the bonds that bless, that wreathe the crown on his passion. Ah every utterance from the depths of feeling, the timid lips have stammeringly expressed,

Posterity? Don't name the word to me if I should choose to preach posterity, where would you get contemporary fun? That men will have it? There's no blinking. A fine young fellow's presence, to my thinking, is something worth to everyone who generily his nature cannot pour takes from the people's moods no irritation. The wider circle he acquires, the more securely works his inspiration. Then pluck apart and give

Chiefly enough of incident. Prepare they come to look, and they prefer to stare. Reel off a host of threads before their faces, so that they gape in stupid wonder. Then by sheer diffuseness you have won their graces and are at once most popular of men. Only by mass you touch the mass, for any will finally himself his bit. Select who offers much brings something unto many, and each goes home content with the effect. If you've a piece, why just in pieces? Give it a hash A stew

You do not feel how such a trade debases, how ill it suits the artist? Proud and true the botching work, each fine pretender traces. Is I perceive a principle with you.

Such a reproof not in the least offends a man who some result intends must use the tools that best are fitting reflect Soft wood is given to you for splitting, and then observe for whom you write. If one comes bored, exhausted, quite another satiate leaves the banquet tapers, and worst of all full, many a white is fresh from reading of

Go find yourself a more obedient slave. What shall the poet, that we, which Nature gave the highest right, supreme humanity, forfeit, so wantonly to swell your treasure? Whence o'er the heart his empire, free the elements of life, how conquers he is not his heart's accord? Urge outward far and dim to wind the world in unison with him. When on the spindle spun to endless distance by Nature's listless hand, the threadest world and the discordant tones of all existence

So these fine forces in conjunction propel the high poetic function. As in a love adventure, they might play. You meet by accident, you feel, you stay, and by degrees your heart is tangled. Bliss grow the paste, and then its course is jangled. Your ragsh white. Then comes a touch of woe, and there's a negromance completed. Ere you know, let us then such a drama give grasps the exhaustless life that all men live, each shares therein though you

Then give me back that time of pleasures while yet en joyous growth, I sang when like a fount the crowding measures uninterrupted, gushed and sprang. Then bright mist veiled the world before me in opening buds and marvel woke as I the thousand blossoms broke, which every valley richly bore me. I nothing had, and yet enough for youth, joy in illusion, ardent thirst for truth, Give unrestrained the old emotion, the bliss that touched the verge of pain,

Youth, good, my friend, you certainly require when foes in combat sorely press you, when bloodly maids in fond desire hang on your bosom and caress you. When from the hard worn gold wreath beckons afar the race awaiting, when after dancing out your breath you pass the night in dissipating, But the familiar heart with soul to play with grace and bold expression, and towards a self erected goal, to

The words you've banded are sufficient, tis deeds that I prefer to see in compliments. You're both proficient, but might the while more useful be what's need? To talk of inspiration tis no companion of delay. If poetry be your vocation, let poetry your will, I'll obey full well. You know what here is wanting. The crowd for strongest drink is panting and such. Forthwith, I'd have you brew what's left undone to day to morrow.

Will not do.

Waste, not a day in vain digression. With resolute, courageous trust, seize every possible impression and make it firmly your possession. You'll then work on, because you must. Upon our German stage. You know it, each tries his hand at what he will. So take of traps and scenes your fill, and all you find, be sure to show it. Use both the great and lesser heavenly light. Squander the stars in any number, beasts, birds, trees, rocks, and all such lumber, fire, water, darkness, day and night.

Prologue in heaven, the three archangels come forward.

The sun orb sings an emulation. Mid Brother spears his ancient frown, his path predestined through creation, He ends with step of thunder sound. The angels from his visids splendid draw power whose measure none can say. The lofty works, uncomprehended are bright as on the earliest day.

And swift and swift beyond conceiving. The splendor of the world goes round Day's eden, brightness still relieving the awful night's intense profound. The ocean tides in form are breaking against the rocks, deep bases hurled, and both the sphere of grace partaking eternal swift or onward world and.

Rival storms abroad are surging from sea to land, from land to sea, a chain of deepest action forging round all in wrathful energy. Their flames are desolation, blazing before the thunder's crashing way. Yet Lord, thy messengers are praising the gentle movement of thy day.

We'll still by their uncomprehended from these angels.

For them, and all thy works silent, splendid are.

As creations are.

Since thou, o Lord, deigns to approach again and ask us how we do in manner kindness, and heretofore to meet myself wet faith among diminians. Now my face thou find pardon this troop I cannot follow after with lovedy speech, though by them scorned and spanned my pathos certainly would move thy laughter. If thou hadst not all merriment, unlearned of suns and worlds, I have nothing to be quilted. How man torment themselves is all I have noted. The little God of the Wall sticks to the same old way,

Hast Thou then nothing more to mention comest. Ever, thus with ill intention finds nothing right on earth eternally.

No, Lord, I find things. They're as still bad as they can be. Man's misery, even to pity moves my nature. I have scarce a heart to plague the wretched creature, nost faust, the doctor faust, my servant, he fasooth he serves you. Of the strange devices, no oddly meet or drink. The fool suffices. His spirit is farm and fires pirate. Half consist of his friendship, crazed unrest, the fairest from heaven.

Still confused his service. Unto me, I soon shall lead him to a clearer morning. Seize not the gardener, even while buds his tree, both flower and fruit. The future years adorning.

What do you you bet there is still a chance to gain him, if unto me full leave you give gently upon my road to train him.

As long as he on earth shall live so long I make no prohibition. While man's desires and aspirations stir, he cannot choose.

But air.

My thanks. I find the dead no acquisition, and never cared to have them in my keeping. I much prefer the chicks where reddy blood is sleeping. And when a corp's approachest close my house, it goes with me as a decaped the mouse.

Enough, what thou hast asked is granted. Turn off this spirit from his fountain head to trap him. Let thy snares be planted, and him with thee be downward lead, then stand abashed. When thou art forced to say, a good man, through obscurest aspiration, has still an instinct of the one true way.

Agreed. But it is a sharp probation about my bet. I feel no trepidation. If I fulfill my expectation, he will let me triumph with a swelling breast. Shall he eat and with a chest as did a certain snake by near relation.

Therein thou art free according to thy merits, the like of thee have never moved My hate. Of all the bold denying spirits, the waggish knave least trouble doth create man's active nature flagging seats too soon the level unqualified repose, he learns to crave whence willingly the comrade him I gave,

Heaven closes the archangels, separate, soulless.

I like at times to hear the ancience word and have a care to be most civil. It is really kind of such a noble lord, so humanly to gossip with the devil.

First part of the tragedy one night, a lofty, arched, narrow Gothic chamber, faust in a chair at his desk, restless.

I've studied now philosophy and jurisprudence, medicine, and even alas theology, from end to end, with labor keen, and here, poor fool, with all my lore, I stand no wiser than I'm magister, yea doctor height and straight or crosswise, wrong or right. These ten years long with many woes. I've led my scholars by the nose, and see that nothing can be known. That knowledge cuts me to the bone. I'm cleverer true than those fops of teachers, doctors and magisters, scribes and preachers.

And what a world?

And do I ask, wherefore my heart falters oppressed with unknown needs? Why some inexplicable smart all movement of my life impedes alas in living nature's stead, where God his human creature set in smoke and mold, the fleshless, dead and bones of beasts around me, Yet fly up and seek the broad free land, And this one book of mystery from Nostradamus's very hand, Is it not sufficient company?

He opens the book and perceives the sign of the macrocosm.

Hah, What a sudden rapture leaps from this? I view through all my senses swiftly flowing. I feel a youthful, holy, vital bliss in every vein and fiber, newly glowing. Was it a God who traced this sign with calm across my tumult, stealing my troubled heart to joy, unsealing with impulse, mystic and divine the powers of nature here around my path revealing? Am I a god? So clear mine eyes? In these pure features? I behold creative nature to my soul. Unfold,

He contemplates the sign.

How each the whole, its substance, gives each in the other works and lives like heavenly forces, rising and descending their golden urns, reciprocally lending with wings that winnow blessing from heaven through Earth. I see them pressing, filling thee all with harmony, unceasing. How grand a show, but ah a show alone thee boundless nature? How make thee my own? Where you, you beast, founce of all being shining, whereon

He turns the leaves impatiently and perceives the sign of the earth spirit.

How otherwise upon me works this sign, Thou Spirit of the Earth art nearer. Even now my powers are loftier, clearer. I glow as drunk with new made wine, new strength and heart to meet the world. Incite me, the woe of earth, the bliss of Earth. Invite me. And though the shock of storms may smite me, no crash of shipwreck shall have power to fright me. Clouds gather over me, the moon conceals her light, the lamps extinguished, misrise, red, angry rays are darting around my head. There falls a

He seizes the book and mysteriously pronounces the sign of the Spirit. A ruddy flame flashes. The Spirit appears in the flame, who calls me with averted head, terrible to see me.

Hast thou long, with might attracted long from my sphere, thy food extracted, and.

Now woe I endure not THEE.

To view me is thine aspiration, my voice to hear my countenance to see thy powerful yearning moveth me? Here am I what mean? Perturbation? THEE superhuman shakes thy soul's high calling. Where where is the breast from which itself a world did bear and shaped and cherished with such joy? Expanded to be our peer with us, the spirits banded.

The form of flame. Shall I then fear, Yes, I am Faust, I am thy peer.

In the tides of life in action storm, a fluctuant wave, a shuttle free birth, and the grave an eternal sea, a weaving, flowing life, all glowing, Thus at times humming loom. Tis my hand prepares the garment of life which the deity wears.

Thou who around the wide world wendest thou busy spirit, How near I feel to thee.

Thou art like the spirit which thou comprehendest.

Not me, disappears overwhelmed lot thee.

Whom I image of the Godhead, not even like thee. A knock oh death, I know it tis my famulus, my fairest luck finds no fruition in all the fullness of my vision. The soulless sneak disturbs me.

Thus enter Wagner in dressing gown, a nightcap a lamp in his hand. Foust turns impatiently.

Art, I heard your declamation tow' sure an old Greek tragedy you read in such an art, I crave some preparation, since now it stands one in good stead. I've often heard it said a preacher might learn with the comedian for teacher.

Yes, when the priest comedian is by nature as happily now, and then the case may be.

Ah when one studies. Thus, a prison creature that scar the world on holidays can see scarce dorough a glass by rare occasion? How shall one lead it? By persuasion?

You'll ne'er attain it, save you know the feeling, save from the soul. It rises clear, serene, in primal strength, compelling the hearts and minds of all who hear. You sit forever, gluing, patching, you cook the scraps from others fair, and from your heap of ashes, hatching a starveling flame, you blow it bare. Take children's monkeys' gaze, admiring if such your taste, and be content. But nearer, from heart to heart you'll speak inspiring. Save your own heart is eloquent.

Yet through delivery or to succeed. I feel that I am far behind.

Indeed, seek thou the honest recompense. Beware a tinkling fool to be with little art, clear w and sense suggests their own delivery. And if thou art moved to speak in earnest, what need that after words? Thou yearnest? Yes, your discourses, with their glittering show where you for men twist shredded thought like paper, are unrefreshing, as the winds that blow the rustling leaves through chill, autumnal vapor.

Oh God, but art is long, and life alas is fleeting and oft with zeal my critic duties meeting in head and breast. There's something wrong? How hard it is to compass the assistance whereby one rises to the source and happily ere one travels half the course must a poor devil quick existence.

His parchment, then the holy font before thee a draft, wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes. No true refreshment can restore thee, save what from thine own soul spawn tanous breaks pardon.

A great delight is granted when in the spirit of the age is planted. We mark, how ere are times a sage has thought, and then how far his work and grandly we have brought.

Oh yes, up to the stars. At last, Listen, my friend, the ages that are past are now a book with seven seals protected. What you, the spirit of the ages call, is nothing but the spirit of you. All wherein the ages are reflected. So oftentimes you miserably marrit at the first glance. Who sees it runs away an awful barrel and a lumber garret, or at the best, a punch and judy play with maxims most pragmatical and hitting, as in the mouths of puppets, are befitting.

But then the world, the human heart and brain of these one covets some slight.

Apprehension, yes, of the kind which men attain. Who dares the child's true name in public mention? The few who thereof something really learned unwisely frank with hearts that spurned concealing, and to the mob laid bare, each thought and feeling have evermore been crucified and burned. I pray you, friend, tis now the dead of night. Our converse here must be suspended.

I would have showed your watches with the light, so that I'll learned talk might be extended tomorrow, though I'll ask in eastern leisure this and the other question at your pleasure. Most zealously I seek for erudition. Much do I know? But to know is all my ambition?

Exit solus, that brain alone not loses hope, whose choice is to stick in shallow trash forevermore, which digs with eager hand for buried ore, and when it finds an angle worm, rejoices. Dare such a human voice disturb the flow around me? Here of spirit present fullest? And yet this once my thanks I owe to thee of all earth sons, the poorest, dullest, for thou hast torn me from that desperate state which threatened soon to overwhelm my senses.

Viices and precious am we weighed him faithful and graciously late.

We would find him Christ.

No more found we Christ woes that molested him.

Trials that tested him gloriously ended.

Why here in dust entice me with your spell, Ye gentle, powerful sounds of heaven peel rather there where tender natures dwell your message as I hear. But faith has not been given The dearest child of faith is miracle. I venture not to soar to yonder regions. Whence the glad tidings hither afloat, And yet from childhood up familiar with the note to life, it now renews my old allegiance. Once heavenly loves sent down a burning kiss upon my brow.

Has he victorially burst from the vaulted rape and holorially now sits exalted?

Is he in low of birth rapture? Created here? Ah to oiler? Still are here we his aspiring followers him?

We miss, weeping desiring master, I bless.

Christ has arisen out of corruptions, womb, burst the prison, break from your gloom, praising.

Him, preaching and speeding of him, blessing succeeding him.

Thus is there? Thus is he here? End of section two. Before the city gate, pedestrians of all kinds come forth?

Why do you go that way?

Wherefore the hunter's lodge today?

Will saunterter to the mill in yonder Hollow.

Go to the river tavern, I should.

Say, But then it's not a pleasant way.

And what will you?

As goes the crowd I follow.

Come up to Burgdorf. There you'll find good cheer, the finest glasses, and the best of beer, and jolly rows and squabbles.

Trust me, you swaggering fellow, is your hide a third time itching to be tried? I won't go there. Your jolly rouse disgust me.

No, No, I'll turn and go to town again we'll surely find him by those poplars.

Yonder, that's no.

Great luck for me. Tis plain, you'll have him when and where. You wonder his pan and the dance you'll be. But what is all your fun to me?

He's surely not alone to day he'll be with curly head.

I heard him say, deuce, how they stepped the box of lunches. Come, brother, we must see them to the benches. A strong old beer, a pipe that stings and bites, a girl in Sunday clothes. These three are my delights.

Just see those handsome fellows there. It's really shameful. I declare to follow servants girls, when they might have the most genteel society to day to.

The first student, not quite so fast. Two others come behind, those dress so prettily and neatly. My neighbor's one of them. I find a girl that takes my heart completely. They go their way with looks demure, But they'll accept us, after all, I'm sure.

No, brother, not for me their former ways. Quick. Lets our game escape us in the press. The hand that wields the broom on Saturdays will best on Sundays, fondle and caress.

He suits me not at all our new made burgher master. Since he's install'd his arrogance grows faster. How has he helped the town? I say things worsen? What improvement? Names he? Obedience? More than ever claims he, And more than ever we must pay.

Beggar sings good gentleman and lovely lady.

So red of chicken, fine of dress. Behold how evil here your aid is, And see enlighten my distress. Let me not vainly sing my deity. He's only glad who gives away a holiday that shows your pity shall be for me a Harve's day.

On Sundays holidays. There's naught I take delight in like gossiping of war and war's array, when down in Turkey, far away, the foreign people are a fighting one at the window sits with glass and friends, and sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding and blesses Then as home he wends at night our times of peace abiding.

Yes, neighbor, that's mine ocean too. Why let them break their head, let loose their passions and mix things madly through and through So here we keep our good, old fashioned old woman.

To the citizen's daughter.

Dear me, how fine, so handsome and so young, who wouldn't lose his heart that met?

You?

Don't be so proud. I'll hold my tongue, and what you'd like I'll undertake to get you come.

Agatha, I shunned the witches sight before folks, lest there be misgiving. Tis true. She showed me on Saint Andrew's night, my future sweetheart, just as he were living.

She showed me mine in crystal clear, with several wild young blades. A soldier lover. I seek him everywhere, I pry and peer, and yet somehow his face I can't discover.

Castles with lofty hearts, and towers, maidens disdainful in beauty array.

Both shall be ours.

Adventure, spendid, the.

Pay, let the trumpest for us, being calling.

To pleasure, calling to room.

Story life is such is its boon, maidens.

And castles soon bowl is the venture, splendid the pay, and the soldiers marching, marching.

Away, released from ice or brook and river by the quickening glance of the gracious spring, the colors of hope to the valley, Cling and weak old winter himself must shiver withdrawn to the mountains, a crownless King, whence ever retreating, he sends again impotent showers of sleet that darkle in belts across the green of the plain. But the sun will permit no white to sparkle everywhere form in development, moveth he will brighten the world with the tints he

To stroll with you. Sir doctor flatters his honor prophet unto me. But I alone would shun these shallow matters, since all that's course, provokes my enmity, this fiddling, shouting, tinpin rolling. I hate these noises of the throng. They rave as satan or their sports controlling and call it murk him call it song.

Peasants under the linden tree, dance and song.

All for the danceler shepherd dressed in rib ands, wreath and gay his best himself with care ray around the linden lesson lead, already footed it like mad Hurrah Hurrah hurrat raa lah.

The fiddle bowl was playing. He broke the ranks, no whit afraid, and with his elbow punch to maid who stood the danceray.

The boxom When she.

Turned and said, are you I call the stupid head? Hurrah Hurrah hurra trama lah be decent while you're saying. Then round the circle went their flight. They danced a left, they danced a right. The kurdles all were playing. They first grew red, and then grew warm and rested panting harmond arm Hurrah, Hurrah, hurrahterralla.

And hips and nolbo stray.

Now don't be so familiar here. How many your one hussle is dear waylaying and betray, And yet he coaxed her soon aside and round the linden sounded wide, Hurrah, Hurrah, hurrah, rala filbos.

Play, Sir dactor, it is good of you that thus you condescend today among this crowd of merry folk, a high learned man to stray. Then also take the finest can we feel with fresh wine for your sake. I offer it an humbly wish that not alone your thirst is slake, that as the drops below its break, so many days of life you drink.

I take the cup you kindly reach, with thanks and health to all and each.

The people gather in a circle about him.

In truth tis well and fitly timed that now our day of joy you share who wheretofore in evil days gave us so much of helping care. Still many a man stands living here, saved by your father's skillful hand that snatched him from the fever's rage and stayed the plague in all the land. Then also you, though but a youth, went into every house of pain. Many the corpses carried forth, but you, in health came out again.

No test or trial. You evaded a helping god. The helper aided how to man.

So skilled and tried, that our help he long may.

Abide to him Above, bow down, my friends, who teaches help, and Sucker sends.

He goes on with Wagner.

With what a feeling Thou great man, must thou receive the people's honest veneration. How lucky he who gives his station with such advantages in dough Thou art shown to all the younger generation. Each ask and presses near to gaze. The fiddle stops, the dance delays. Thou goest may stand and rose to see, And all the caps are lifted high. A little more, and they would bend the knee, as if the Holy Host came back.

A few more steps ascend as far as yonder stone. Here from our wandering we will rest contented here, lost in thought. I've lingered oft alone, when foolish fasts and prayer, as my life tormented here, rich in hope and firm in faith, with tears, wrung hands and sighs, I've striven the end of that far spreading death, entreating from the

Why therefore yield to such depression? A good man does his honor share in exercising with the strictest care the art bequeathed to his possession. Dost thou thy father honor as a youth, Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee ust Thou as man, increase the stores of truth. Then may thine own sun afterwards excel thee.

Oh happy he who still renews the hope from error's deeps to rise forever. That which one does not know one needs to use, and what one knows one uses never. But let us not by such despondents sow the fortune of this hour embitter mark how beneath the evening sunlights glow, the green embosomed houses glitter. The glow retreats. Done is the day of toil. It yonder haste new fields of life, exploring ah, that no wing can lift me from the

I've had myself at times some odd caprices, but never yet such an impulse felt as this is. One soon fatigues on woods and fields to look. Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spars. How otherwise the mental raptures bear us from page to page, from book to book. Then winter nights take loveliness untold as warmer life in every limb had crowned you. And when your hands unrolls some parchment, rare and old, all heaven descends and opens bright around you.

One impulse art thou conscious of? At best? Oh, never seek to know the other? Two souls alas reside within my breast, and each withdraws from and repels its brother. One, with tenacious organs, holds in love and clinging lust the world in its embraces. The other strongly sweeps this dust above into the high ancestral spaces. If there be airy spirits near TwixT heaven and Earth, on potent errands fleeing, let them drop down the golden atmosphere and bear me

Thus the well known throng, which through the firmament diffused, is bearing and danger thousandfold are race to wrong in every quarter is preparing swift from the north, the spirit fangs so sharp, sweep down and with their barb points will to sail you. Then from the east they come to dry and warp your lungs till breath and being you if from the desert, sendeth them the south with fire on fire, your throbbing forehead crowning the west leads on a host to cure the drought. Only one meadow field,

Seest thou the black dog, coursing there through corn and stubble.

Long since yet deemed him not important in the.

Least inspect him close? For what take thou the beast?

Why poor poodle who has lost his master? And since about his track to find?

Seest thou the spiral circles narrowing faster, which he approaching round us, seems to wind a streaming trail of fire. If I see rightly follows his path of mystery.

It may be your eyes deceive you slightly. Not but a plain black poodle, do I see?

It seems to me that with enchanted cunning, he snares our feet some future chain to bind.

I see him timidly in doubt around us, running, since in his master's stead two strangers doth be.

Find the circle narrows.

He is near a dog, thou seest, and not a phantom. Here behold him. Stop upon his belly, crawl, his tail set wagging, canon habits all.

Come follow us. Come here at least.

Tis the absurdest drawlest beast. Stand still and you will see him. Wait, address him, and he gambles straight. If something's lost, he'll quickly bring it you're cane. If in the stream you fling it.

No doubt you're right. No trace of mind I own is in the beast I see, but drill alone.

The dog, when he's well educated, is by the wisest tolerated. Yes, he deserves your favorite thoroughly. The clever scholar of the students.

He they pass in the city gate three, the study faust entering with the.

Poodle behind me, field and meadows sleeping, I leave in deep prophetic night, within whose dread and holy keeping, the better soul awakes to light. The wild desireires no longer win us. The deeds of passion cease to chain. The love of man revives within us, the love of God revives again. Be still, thou poodle, make not such racket and riot. Why at the threshold wilt snuffing be behind the stove. Repose thee in quiet, my softest cushion. I give to thee, as thou up yonder, with running and

He opens a volume and commences tis written.

In the beginning was the word here I am balked? Who now can help afford the word impossible? So high to rate it? And otherwise I must translate it? If by the spirit I am truly taught, then thus in the beginning was the thought this first line. Let me weigh completely, lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly. Is it the thought which works creates? Indeed, in the beginning was the power I read. Yet as I write, a warning is suggested that I the sense may not have

In the corridor.

Someone with him is God s out following. Not like the fair.

Sir, take heed, look about, back and forth, hover under and over, and word whip itself out.

If urin alone, let not failure.

For he without measure has wrought for our leasure.

First to encounter the beast. The words of the four be addressed. Salamander shine, glorious, wave, undine as bidden, Sylph be thou hidden, Gnome be laborious. Who knows not their sense, these elements, their properties and power, not sees no mastery. He inherits over the spirits vanish and flaming ether, Salamander flow foamingly together, undine, shine in meteor, sheen, Sylph, bring help to hearth and shelf Incubus, Incubus step forward and finish.

Mephistopheles, while the vapor is dissipating, steps forth from behind the stove in the costume of a traveling scholar.

Why Suchennai's what are my lord's commands?

This was the poodle's real core a traveling scholar. Then the cassus is diverting.

Delahn, a gentleman, I bow before you have made me rally sweat. That is a tain.

What is thy name?

Quis and small, it seems for one whose mind the world so much despises, whose conning all external climbs, the depths of being only prizes.

With all you, gentlemen, the names attest whereby the nature usually is expressed clearly. The latter it implies in names like beels above, destroyer, father of lies? Who art thou then.

Part of that power not understood, which always wills the bad and always walks the good?

What hidden sense in this enigma lies?

I am the spirit that denies, and justly so, for all things from the void called thought deserve to be destroyed. It are better than when not created, does all which you as seen have rated destruction of which evil blend. That is my proper element.

Thou namest thyself apart, yet ShoWest complete to me.

The modest truth. I speak to thee if man, that microcosmic fool can see himself ahold so frequently part of the part and my once all in primal nine, part of the darkness which brought forth dull light, the hot delight which now disputes the space and claims of modern night, her ancient place. And yet the struggle fails. Since light, however, it weeps still fattered unto bodies sleeves, It flows from bodies,

I see the plan. Thou art pursuing, Thou canst not compass general ruin and hast on smaller scale begun.

And truly it is not much when all is done, that which do not is in resistance. Set the something of this comes you world, as yet with all that I have undertaken, not been by me disturbed or shaken from artquake, tamp based wave, volcanos brand back into quite settle, sea and land and the damn stuff, the bestial human brood? What he use in having death to play with? How many have I made away with? And ever circulates a newer,

So to the actively eternal creative force. In cold disdain, you now oppose the fist infernal, whose wicked clench is all in vain. Some other labors seek thou rather, queer sun of chaos to begin.

Well, will consider thou canst together my views? When next I venture in my tye, perhaps depart at present?

Why thou shouldst ask? I don't perceive, though our acquaintances so recent, for further visits, thou hast leave the windows here, the doors yonder a chimney.

Also you behold, I must conface that thought I may not wend my steps by one slight obstacle controlled the waker's foot dead on your Tracehold, maidies.

The pentagram prohibits thee. Why tell me now, thou, son of Hades, If that prevents, how camest thou end to me? Could such a spirit be so cheated?

Inspect the thing that drying is not completed. The outer angle you may see is up and left. The lines don't hit.

It well, chance this time is fairly hid it. And thus thou art prisoner to me. It seems the business has succeeded.

Da puddle not cha marked as after d he speeded, but other respects now obtain. The devil can't get out again.

Try then the open window pane.

For devils and for spect actors, this is law where they have entered in there also day we draw the first is free to us. We are governed by the second.

In hell itself, then laws are reckoned. That's well, so might a compact be made with you, gentlemen, in binding.

Surely all that is promised shall delight deep purely, no skin flint bargain shalt thou see. But this is not of swift conclusion. We will talk about the matter soon. And now I do entreat this boon. Leave to we draw from my intrusion.

One moment more. I ask THEE to remain some pleasant news, at least to tell me.

Release me now I soon shall come again. Then thou at will may'st question and compel me.

I have not snares around THEE cast thyself has led thyself into the measures who traps the devil, hold him fast? Not soon a second time he'll catch a praise so precious.

And to please THEE. Also, I am content to stay and solve d in a social station. But stipulating that I may, with arts of mine, afford the recreation.

Thereto. I willingly agree, if the diversion pleasant me.

My friend, Thou wilt twin past all pretenses more in this hour to sooth thy senses than in the year's monotony, that which the dainty spirits, seeing the the lovely pictures they shall bring thee are more than magic's empty show. Thy scent will be to bliss invited thy pellette, than it taste delighted dynaws of touch, ecstatic glow, all unprepared the charm, I spin. We are here together, so begin.

Vanishy darking arches above him, the.

Loveliest weather born of blue.

Either break from.

The side, Oh that the dark lou has the potted starlight.

The sparkling, tranquil hearted sounds are high heaven zone children and beauty, bewiloving, waveringly bending past as they hover long mind over, They.

With their glowing garments.

Outlowing cover in going landing and power, where in seclusion lovers are plated.

Lost in illusions, power on power tenandrils unblighted. Low in a shower, grapes cluster gush to must overflow to rivers.

Ming wine that is dashing gems as it found, that is down the high.

Places and riding surround us, crystallized spaces and happy embraces, blossoming orlands, emerald shorelands that.

The winged races drink and fly onward, fly ever sunward between the enticing islands that flatter did rising light on the water are inspiring sound of their quiring see the entrancing world they're dancing.

All in the air are freer and fairer.

Some of them skins, others are sailingsircling be islands, flying life for all, hiding all the.

Distant star of existent trasure and love.

He sleeps, And of your face, your airy number, have sung him truly into slumber. For this performance, I, your debtor, prove not yet I doubt the man to catch the fine and hold him with fairest images of dreams enfold him, plunge him into seas of sweet untruth. Yet for the Threshold's magic which controlled him. The devil needs a rat squeak tooth. I use no length than invocation. Here rustles

Faust awaking, am I again so foully cheated? Remains there not of lofty spirit sway, but that a dream the devil counterfeited, and that a poodle ran away.

End of scene three, Scene four, the study.

A knock. Come in again, my quiet broken it is, I come.

In, tries, must the words be spoken? Come in then, thust thou pleasest me. I hope will sweet each other well for now thy vapors to dispel. I come a squire of high degree, in scarlet coat with golden streaming, a cloak and silken lusser swimming, a tall cocksweeder in my hat, a long sharp sword for show or quarrel. And I advise de briefell flat to don the self same gay apparel that from this den released and free life be at last revealed to d.

This life of earth. Whatever my attire would pain me in its wonted fashion. Too old am I to play with passion, too young to be without desire? What from the world have I to gain? Thou shalt abstain, renounce refrain such as the everlasting song that in the years of all men rings, that unrelieved our whole life long,

And yet ease never tet A holy welcome guest.

Oh fortunate for whom, when victory glances the bloody laurels on the brow, he bindeth, whom, after rapid maddening dances in clasping maiden arms, he findeth, Oh would that I, before that spirit, power, ravished and wrapped from life, had sunken.

And yet by someone in that nightly hour is subt liquid to us, not drunken eavesdropping.

My pleasure seems to be.

Omniscient. Am I? Not yet much is known to me.

Though some familiar tone retrieving my thoughts from torment led me on, and sweet clear echoes came deceiving a faith bequeathed from childhood's dawn. Yet now I curse whate'er entices and snares the soul with vision's vein, with dazzling cheats and dear devices, confines it in this cave of pain. Cursed be at once the high ambition, wherewith the mind itself deludes. Cursed be the glare of apparition that on

Powersting is heard by the blow of a demi god, shattered the scattered bribe, the void will be carrying, deploring the beauty he perished, beyond restoring might dear for.

The children of men, brightly builded again in thine own bosom builded the new. The new career commence with clearer sense, and the new songs of cheer be sung.

There to these are the small dependents who give me attendance. Here them to deeds and passion. Counsel in shrewd, old fashioned into the world of strife. Out of this lowly life, that of senses and sap has betrayed thee day you'd passuade thee this nursing of the pain forg THEE, that like a vulture feeds upon thy breast. The worst society the finds will show THEE thou art a man among the rest. But it is not meant to trust THEE into the mob. Thou hatest I am not one of

And what shall be my counter service? Therefore the time is long?

Thou didst not now insist?

No, No, the devil is an egotist and is not apt without a why or Wherefore, for God's sake, others to assist speak thy conditions plain and clear. With such a servant, danger comes.

I fear here an honorary plain. I wear thy teeter, and to dine every nod obedient bee. When there again we come together, then shalt thou do the same for me?

The there my scruples not increases. When thou hast dashed this world to pieces, the other then its place may fill here on this earth, My pleasures have their sources. Yon Son beholds my sorrows in his courses. And when from these my life itself divorces, Let happen all that can or will I'll hear. No more tis vain to ponder if there we cherish love or hate, or in the spheres we dream of yonder a high or low our souls await.

In this sense of it? Canst thou venture come by thyself by prompting dature, and thou my adds would joy shall see what no man ever saw? I'll give to thee.

Canst thou, poor devil, give me whatsoever? When was a human soul in its supreme endeavor ever understood by such as thou. Yet hast thou food which never satiates now the restless, ruddy old hast thou that runs quicksilver like one's fingers through a game whose winnings no man ever knew. A maid that, even from my breast, beckons my neighbor

Such a demand alarms me. Not such strangers have I and can show them. But still the time may reach as good, my friend, when peace we crave at ball asyrius diet.

When on an idler's bed, I stretch myself in quiet there, let at once my record end. Canst Thou, with lying flattery rule me until self pleased myself I see, canst thou with rich which enjoyment fool me? Let that day be the last for me the bet I offer done and heartily. When thus I hail the moment flying ah still delay Thou art so fair? Then bind me in thy bonds, undying my final ruin. Then declare, Then let the death bell chime the token. Then art thou from

Me, cause it a well my memory good is rated.

Thou hast a perfect right there too my powers I have not rashly estimated a slave. Am I whate'er I do? If thine or whose tis needless to debate it?

Then at the doctor's bank eighth I to day will as a solvent wait behind tea. But one thing more beyond all risk to bind tea give me a line of two.

I pray demandst thou pedant too, a document hast never known a man, nor proved his words intent. Is it not enough that what I speak today shall stand with all my future days? Agreeing in all its tides sweeps not the world away? And shall a promise bind my being? Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear, who would himself therefrom deliver blest he whose bosom truth makes pure

Why it dieslf does instantly with eloquence exhilerated, each leave, for such a pact is good. And to subscribe that name, thou'lt take a drop of blood.

If thou therewith art fully satisfied. So let us, by the farce abide.

Blood is a jeus of rarest quality.

Fear not that I this pact shall seek to sever. The promise that I make to THEE is just the sum of my endeavor. I have myself inflated all too high. My proper place is thy estate. The mighty spirit gains me no reply, and nature shuts on me her gait. The thread of thought at last is broken, and knowledge brings disgust on spoken. Let us the sensual depths explore

For you no bound, No Tami said, whether you everywhere be trying or step sir, rapid bliss, and why mate agree with you what you get? I'll fall to and show no timid balkin.

But thou hast heard tis not of joy we're talking. I take the wildering whirl, enjoyment's keenest pain, enamored hate, exhilarant disdain. My bosom, of its thirst for knowledge sated shall not henceforth from any pang be rested, And all of life, for all mankind created, shall be within mine. Inmost being tested the highest lowest forms, my soul shall borrow,

Believe me, who, for many a thousand year the same tough mit have chewed and tested that from the cradle to the bier. No man, the ancient Levin has digested trust one of us. This whole supernol is made. But for a god's delight. He dwells in splendor, single and athanal, but us he trusts in darkness, out of sight and ill. He dows wit day and.

Nay, but I will.

A good reply one only fear still needs repeating. The art is long, the time is fleeting. Then let thyself be taught. Say aye, girl, linked thyself with a poet, give the rein to his imagination. Then wear the crown and show it of the qualities of his creation. The courage of alliance breed the wild stack speed, the Italian's

What am I? Then? If tis denied my part the crown of all humanity to win me, where two yearns every sense within me?

Why on the whole thou art? What thou art? Set weeks of million cowls upon thy head to raise thee? Where sus am ell in height the truth betrays thee, and thou remain'st what thou art?

I feel indeed that I have made the treasure of human thought and knowledge mine in vain, And if I now sit down in RESTful leisure, no fount of newer strength is in my brain. I am no hair's breadth more in height, nor nearer to the infinite good.

Sir, you see the facts precisely as die seen by each at all. We must arrange them now more wisely, before the joys of life shall peal white. Chance Both hands and feet are truly and head and viral forces die. Yet all that I indulge in nearly is a dense less holy mind. If I have six taliens in my stall, are of their forces? Also lent me I speed along, completest man of all, as though my legs were four

Then how shall we begin?

We will try wider spare What place of matter them is? Here? Is it life? I ask? Is it even prudence to bore thyself and bore the students? Let neighbor punge to that attend? Why plague thyself with thrashing straw? Forever the best thou learnest In the end, thou darest not tell the youngsters. Never I hear one's footsteps, he does cheering.

To see him. Now I have no heart.

So long the poor boy waits a hearing, he must not unconsole the path Thy cap and mantle straight well, and me. I'll play the comedy with r.

He disguises himself.

My wits be certain, will be afraid me. But fifteen minutes time is all I need for our fine trip. Meanwhile, prepare thyself with speed.

Exit fast. Nephistopheles Enfaust's long mantle.

Reason and knowledge only down the spies the high strength in man that lies let but the lying spirit blind Dea with magic walks and shows that blind Dea and I shall have defast and sure.

Fate.

Such a bold and trammeled spirit gave him as forwards honors ever must endear whose overhest impulse drave him past holy joys he might secure. Dragged through the wildest life, will Ian slave him through flat and stale indifference, with struggling, killing, checking, So deprave him that to his heart insasst sense, the dream of drink shall mark, but never leave him refreshment shall his lives in vain implore. Had he not met himself,

A student enters a short time.

Only am I here and come, devoted and sincere to greet and know the man of fame who meant to me with Reverence's name.

Your courtesy doth flatter me. You'll see a man as odds be have you perchance elsewhere began receive me.

Now I pray as one who comes to you with courage, good, somewhat of cash, and healthy blood. My mother was hardly willing to let me, but knowledge worth having I fain would get me.

Then you have reached the right place.

Now I'd like to leave it. I must avow I find these walls, these vaulted spaces, are anything but pleasant places. Tis also cramped and close and mean. One sees no tree, no glimpse of green. And when the lecture halls receive me, seeing, hearing, and thinking, leave me.

All that depends on habit you So from its modest breasts. A child at first reluctant takes its food, but soon to see them is beguiled. Does at the breasts of wisdom clinging thou wilt find each day a greater rapture bringing.

I'll hang thereon with joy and freely drain them. But tell me pray the proper means to gain them.

Explain before your father speak the special faculty you seek.

I crave the highest defradition, and fain would make my acquisition all that there is in earth, heaven, in nature and science too.

Here is the genuine path for you. Yet strict attention must be given.

Bardy and soul thereon all week. Yet truly I've some inclination on summer holidays to seek a little freedom and recreation.

Use well your time. It flies so swiftly from us. But time true order may be one. I promise so friend my views, to briefly sum first the coliseum logicum. There will your mindy be drilled and braced, as if in Spanish boots. It will last, and thus to graver paces brought, it will plod along the path of thought instead of shooting here and there, Hey willow thou spin

I cannot understand you quite.

Your mind will shortly be set aright when you have learned all things, reducing to classify them for your using.

I feel as stupid from all you've said, as if a meal will world in my head.

And after first and foremost duty of metaphysics, Lann the eels and beauty, see that you most profoundly gain what does not suit the human brain. A splendid word to serve you will find for what goes in or what go in your mind. But first, at least is a failure to order rizedly adhere five hours a day. You understand, and when the clock strikes be on hand. Prepare beforehand for your part, which paragraphs all got by heart, so we can better watch and look that not his set,

Need to tell me twice to do it. I think how useful tis to write? For what one has in black and white one carries home and then goes through it.

Yet choose thyself a faculty.

I cannot reconcile myself to jurisprudence.

Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students. I know what science this has come to be. All rights and laws are still transmitted, like an eternal sickness of the race from generation unto generation, fitted and sifted round from place to place. Reason becomes a sham beneficiency. Worry thou art a grandchild. Therefore woo to THEE the right bone with us ours inverity this to consider there is alass no hurry.

My own disgust is strengthened byer speech. Oh lucky ye whom you shall teach. I've almost for theology decided.

I should not wish to see you hear misguided for as regards dessigns, let me hint, it is very hard to shun the false direction. There is so much secret poison lacking in it. So like the medicine, it baffels your detection. Here Therefore, one alone for that is best in suit, and simply take your master's words for truth. Onwards, late your attention center. Then through the safest gate you will enter the temple halls of certainty.

Get in the word, must some idea be.

Of course, but only shan two oversharp a tension for just where fails to comprehension, A word steps promptly in. As deputy with words, it is excellent disputing systems towards it is easy suiting onwards, it is excellent believing no word can ever lose a job from saving pardon.

With many questions, I detain you, Yet must I trouble you again? Of medicine? I still would feign hear one strong word that might explain you three years is and God who can feel embrace? If one some index could be shown for easier groping forward truly aside.

I'm tired of this dry tone. Must have played a devilgon and fully allowed to grasp the spirit of medicine is easy line of the great and little world. Your feel to let it go at last, So please yeah, just as God will in vain that through the reams of science human drift, each one lands only just what Lan he can. Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, he is the proper man, well made you. Why it

B that's better. Now the how and where one sees.

My wordy friend, gray, are all theories and green alone likes golden tree.

I swear to you tis like a dream to me. Might I again presume, with trust unbounded, to hear your wisdom thoroughly.

Expounded, most willingly. To what extent I may.

I cannot really go away? Allow me that my album must first reach you. Grant me this favor.

I beseech you assuredly.

He writes and returns the book reads it is.

A secret this scentus bonnam.

And Madam closes the book with reverence and withdraws.

Follow d ancient text and a snake. Thou wast order to trample with all the likeness to God, Thou wilt it be a sorry example?

First enters.

Now whither shall we go.

As best it pleases thee the little world, and that the great you will see with what delight, what profit winning? Shalt thou sponge to the town beginning.

Yet with the flowing beard I wear, both ease and grace will fail me there. The attempt, indeed were a futile strife. I never could learn the ways of life. I feel so small before others, and then should always find embarrassments.

My friend, Thou soon selt lose all such misgiving be thou but surposest thou hast the art of leaving?

How shall we leave the house and start where hast thou servant coach and horses.

We will spread this cloak with proper art than through the air, direct our courses, but only on so bold a flight. Be sure to have thy luggage light, a little bonning air, which I shall soon prepare us above. The art will nimbly bear us, and if we are light, we will travel swift and clear. I gradualate di on thy new career.

End of scene four, Scene five, our bach seller in lightsing carousal of jolly companions.

Is no one laughing, no one drinking. I'll teach you how to grin. I'm thinking to day you're like wet straw, so tame, and usually you're all aflame.

Now that's your fault from you. We nothing see, no beastliness, no stupidity.

Pourse A glass of wine over Branda's head.

Here's both together.

Twice a swine.

You wanted them, I've given you mine.

Turn out, who quarrels out the door with open throats in chorus, drink and roar hap hola ho woes.

Me the faithful fellow bring cotton quick he split my ears, that fellow.

When the vault echoes to the song, one first perceives the bass is deep and strong, well.

Said, and out with him that takes the least offense.

A tall laada hats a ralla rah.

The throats are tuned. Commence the dear old, holy Roman realm. How does it hold together?

A nasty song, fie, a political song, a most defensive song? Thank God each morning, therefore, that you have not the Roman Rome to care for. At least I hold it so much gained for me that I nor Chancellor nor kaiser b Yet also we must have a ruling head, I hope, and so we'll choose ourselves a pope. You know the quality that can decide the choice and elevate the man.

So up or op them night and gale ten thousand times, My sweetheart, hell.

No, greet my sweetheart, not, I'll tell you. I'll resent it, my sweetheart, greet and kiss. I dare you to prevent it. Draw the latch, the darkness makes, draw the latch. The lover awakes, shut the latch, the morning breaks, yes, sing away, sing on and praise and brag of her. I'll wait, my proper time for laughter. Me by the nose, she led,

A greeting pounding on the table.

Attention hearken Now to me, confess, sirs, I know how to live and am at persons here have we and I as suits their quality must something fresh for their advantage. Give take heed tis of the latest cut my strain, and all strike in at each refrain. There was a rat in the cellaress two fat dunbar the maid smoother he had up beneath his vest, like that of doctor loothor the cook lit poisoned canningly and then a sort of priest was he, as if he had love in his bosom, shouting as if he had.

Love in his bosom.

He ran around, He ran about his thirst in poddles, leaving he gnawed and scratched the house throughout, but nothing cured his raving. He whirled and jumped with torment mad, and soon enough the poor beast had, as if he had love in his boars.

Had loved his bosom.

And driven at lasting open day, ran into the chen, fell on the hearth, and squirmingly in the last convulsion, weching then love the murder resin hrgley. Ha ha, he's at his last guard, said she, as if he had love in his boardsom, as.

If he had loved.

How the dull fools enjoy the matter. To me, it is a proper art poison for such poor rats to scatter.

Perhaps you warmly take their part.

The bull paint pop belly. I have noted misfortune times in by degrees. For in the rap I poison bloated his own most natural form. He sees.

Before all else. I bring the heat where bone companions meet together, to let the see how small life runs away. Here For the folk, it's day, the holiday. With a little wheat and eave to sweet them. They wire in narrow cycling trails like kittens playing with their tails. And if no haadick prosecute them, so long the hosts make credit gee They merrily and careless leave.

The fact is easy to unravel. Their air so odd they've just returned from travel a single hour, they've not been here.

You verily hit the truth. Lipzig to me is dear Paris in miniature, how it refines its people?

Who are the strangers? Should you guess?

Let me alone.

I'll set them first to drinking, and then, as one a child's tooth draws with cleverness, I'll worm their secret out. I'm thinking they're of a noble house. That's very clear, haughty and discontented they appear.

Then upon a revel perhaps.

Look out, I'll smoke them now, not if he had them by the neck. I vow whatever these people sent to the devil.

Fair greeting, gentlemen, our thanks, we.

Give the same murmurs inspecting mephistophiles from the side.

In one foot is the fellow lame?

Is it permitted that we share your laser in place of cheering drink, which one seeks vainly? Here your company shall give us pleasure.

A most fastidious person.

You appear, no doubt twas late when you from Rippeck started and something there with Hans occasioned you are delay.

We passed to daughter, call to day. At our last interview, before we parted, much of his cousins did despict and treating that we should give to each his kindly greeting.

He bows to afrosh aside.

You have it now he understands a nave sharp set.

Just wait a while, I'll have him.

Yet, if I am right. We heard the sound of well trained voices singing, chorus and truly song must hear me bonds superbly from the arches over us.

Are you perhaps a virtue?

So?

Oh? No, My USh is great, My power is only so. So give us a song if you desire a number, so.

That it be a brand news drain.

We have just retraced our way from Spain, the lovely land of wine and song and slumber. There was a king once reigning who had a big black flea.

Hear hear a flea?

Do you rightly take the jest? I call flee a tidy guest.

There was a king once Reiining, who had a big black play and loved him past, explaining as his own son, where he he calls his man of stitches. The tailor comes straight away. Here mejia the lead for breeches and measure his coat, I say.

But mind allow the tailor no caprices enjoined upon him, as his head is dear to most exactly measure so and sheer so that the breeches have no creases.

In silk and velvet gleaming. He now was wholly dressed, had a coat with raven streaming. He crossed upon his breast. He had the first of stations, the minister, star and name, and also all his relations. Great lows that code became, and the lords and ladies of honor were plagued. Awa can in bed the queen she got them upon her. The maids were bitten and bred, and they did not dare to brush them or scratch them day or night. We crack them, and we crush them at once. Oneever, they buy.

Shouting them, and we crush them at once.

Bravo, bravo.

That was fine, every flea ny So we fall.

Point your fingers and nip them all.

Hurrah for freedom, Hurrah for wine.

I fain to drink with you, my class, to freedom, clinking. If it were a better wine that here I see you drinking.

Don't let us hear that speech again.

Do they not fear the landlord might complain. I treat these worthy guests with pleasure to some from out our sailor's treasure.

Just treat and let the landlord near rain.

And if the wine be good, our praises shall be ample. But do not give two very small a sample. For if it's quality, I decide with a goodly mouthful, I must be supplied aside.

They're from the rhine. I guessed as much before.

Bring me a gimlet here.

What shall there with be done? You've not the casks already at the.

Door yonder within the Landlord's box of tools, there's one.

Takes the gimlet to Frosh.

Now give me of your taste, some intimation.

How do you mean? Have you so many kinds?

The choice is free. Make up your minds too.

Frosh uhhh, you lick your chops from sheer anticipation.

Good if I have the choice, So let the wine be Rhinish. Our fatherland can best the sparkling cup.

Replenish boring a hole in the edge of the table at the place where Frosh sits.

Give me a little X to make the stoppers quick.

Ah, I perceive a juggler's trick to.

Braw and you Champagne shall be my wine, and let it sparkle fresh and fine bores.

In the meantime one has made the wax stoppers and plug the holes with them.

What foreign one can't always keep quite clear of? For good things oft are not so near. A German can't endure the French to see or hear of it. Drinks their wines with hearty cheer.

As Methastopheles approaches his seat, for me.

My grant, sour wine is out of place. Fill up my glass with sweetest will you.

Boring two quaise, I'll flow at once to feel you no.

Look me, sirs, straight in the face. I see you have your fun at our expense.

Oh now, with gentlemen of such splittons that would to venture fine, indeed, speak out and make your choice with speed? Which what a vintage can I sell you?

With any? Only satisfy our need.

After the whole have been bored and plugged with singular gestures.

Grapes, the wine stambears haunts that he good wears. The grapes are juicy, The wines are good to you. The table gives wine as good Into the depths of nature. Peer only believe there's a miracle here. Now draw the stoppers and drink your feel as.

They draw out the stoppers, and the wine which has been desired flows into the glass of each.

But have a care that do nothing.

Spiel They drink, repeatedly, sing.

Joy see not the race is happy. It is free to leave them, is my inclination. Take notice first your hostility will make a brilliant demonstration.

Drinks carelessly. The wine spills upon the earth and turns to flame.

Hell fire, hell, hell fire is sent.

Charming away the flame.

Be quiet, friendly element to the revelers. Beat the parquetry to us for this time merely?

What mean you wait? You'll pay for dearly. You'll know what's to your detriment.

Don't try that game a second time upon us.

I think we'd better send him packing quietly.

What sir, you dare to make so free and play your hocus focus on us?

Be steel old dwang taw.

Broomstick you you face it out, impertinent and heavy.

Just wait.

A shower of blows is ready, draws a stopper out of the table, fire flies in his face.

Hi burn I.

Burn 'tis magic? Strike? The knave is out one cut him.

As you like.

They draw their knives and run upon Mephistopheles with solemn gestures.

False world and a palm of air, Jane's blaze and sense and snare be here and there.

They stand amazed and look at each other.

Where am I what a lovely land?

Vines?

Can I trust?

My eyes?

And purple grapes at hand?

Here over this green arbor? Bending see what a vine? What grapes? Depending?

He takes Sebel by the nose. The others do the same reciprocally, and raise their knives.

As above, louse error from their eyes. The band and how the devil jests be now enlighted.

He disappears with faust. The revelers start and separate.

What happened?

How was that your nose I tightened to Sebel?

And yours still I have in hand.

It was a blow that went through every limb. Give me a chair, I sink, my senses swim?

But what has happened?

Tell me now?

Where is he?

If I catch the scoundrel hiding, he's shown a vivil live, I vow.

I saw him with these eyes upon a wine cast, riding out of the cellar door, just now still in my feet, the fright like lead is weighing.

He turns towards the table.

Why if the fountain wine should still be playing?

Was all de seed and lying false design?

And yet it seemed as I were drinking wine, but.

With the grape? How what it prey?

Shall one believe? No miracles, just say?

Scene six Witch's kitchen. Upon a low hearth stands a great cauldron under which a fire is burning. Various figures appear in the vapors which rise from the caldron. An ape sits beside it, skims it and watches lest it boil over the he ape with the one sits near and warms himself. Ceiling and walls are covered with the most fantastic witch implements.

These crazy signs of witches craft repel me. I shall recover? Dost thou tell me through this insane chaotic play from an old hag? Shall I demand assistance? And will her foul mess take away? Full thirty years from my existence? Woes me? Canst thou not better find another? Baffled hope must be lamented? Has nature then, and has a noble mind? Not any potent balsam yet invented.

Once more, my friend, thou talkest sensibly There is to make de young is simpler more than apt. But in another book it is read for thee and is a most eccentric chapter.

Yet will I know it good?

The matter is reveiled without our gold or magic or physician. Betake thyself to yonder field, dear hole, and dick as thy condition. Restrain thyself thy sense and ill within the narrow sphere, to flourish with unmixed food. Thy body in nourish. Leave with the ox as ox, and think it not a theft that thou man nearest echa which thou reapest, that trust to me is the best mode left whereby for eighty years thy eat thou keepest.

I am not used to that. I cannot stoop to try it, to take the spade in hand and ply it. The narrow being suits me not at all.

Ten to thine aid thou, which must call.

Wherefore the hag and her alone canst thou thyself.

Not brew the potion that or a charming sport I own, I'd build a thousand reaches. Meanwhile, I have a notion not art and science serve alone. Patience must in the walk be shown. Long is the com brain active in creation? Time only strengthens the fine fermentation, and all belonging thereunto is rare and strange, however you take it. The devil taught the thing. It is true, and yet the devil cannot.

Make it perceiving the animals.

See what a delicate race they be? That is the mate the man is he?

To the animals?

It seems the mistress has gone away a.

Lousing today, off and about.

By the cheese?

Right?

What time takes sea for dissipating?

Are we to warm?

Our pall are waiting to faust?

How findest doout the tender.

Creatures absurder than I have yet did? See?

Why just such talk as this for me is that which the most attractive features to the animals. But tell me now, ye cast puppets, why dst the ball is so we're cooking?

Water is soof for sailors?

Then a great public you can.

Show comes up and falls on Mephistopheles.

Oh cast thou the dice make me rich in a trice, Let me win in good season? Things are badly controlled. And had I but gold, so had I my reason?

How would the ape be sure his luck enhances? Could he but try the lottery's chances.

In the meantime, the young apes have been playing with a large ball, which they now roll forward.

Hm, the world's the ball doth rise and fall and roll incessant like glass, doth ring a hollow thing? How soon wilt spring and drop? Quiescent?

Here?

Bright it gleams here, brighter seems I live at present, dear son, I say, keep thou away Thy doom spoken tis made of clay and will be broken.

What means the thieve taking it down?

Wert thou the thief? I'd know him and shame him.

He runs to the she ape and lets her look through it.

Look through the sieve. Know'st thou the thief, and darest not name him?

Approaching the fire.

And what is this spot?

The fool knows it not, He knows not. The pot he knows not.

The kettle, impertinent beast, take the brush here at least and sit down on the settle.

He invites Mephistopheles to sit down. Faust, who during all this time has been standing before a mirror, now approaching and now retreating from it?

What do I see? What heavenly form revealed shows through the glass from magic sphare dominions, Oh lend me love the swiftest of thy pinions, and bear me to her beauteous field. Ah, if I leave this spot with fond designing, if I attempt to venture near dim As through gathering mist, her charms appear a woman's form in beauty shining? Can woman then so lovely be? And must I find her body there? Reclining of all the heavens, the bright epitome can earth with such a thing be mated?

Why surely if a god first plagues himself six days, then self conquer that Bravo says, must something clever be created this time? Thine eyes be sa she ate aliat detected thy sweetheart, and then stay a her And blessed is he who has the lucky fate. Some day as bridegroom home to.

Bear her Faust gazes continually in the mirror. Mephistopheles, stretching himself out on the settle and playing with the brush, continues to speak.

So set I, like the king upon his throne, I hold the skeptor here and lack the crown alone.

The animals, who up to this time have been making all kinds of fantastic movements together bring a crown to Mephistopheles with great noise.

Oh be thou so good with sweat and with blood, the crown to be lime.

They handle the crown awkwardly and break it into two pieces, with which they spring around.

Tis dyne, Let it be speak and we see, we heal, and we rhyme before the mirror woes me. I fear to lose my wits.

Pointing to the animals.

My own head now is really nigh to sinking.

Its glovey arts, and everything fits tis thought.

We're thinking as above.

My bosom burns with that sweet vision. Let us with speed away from here.

In the same attitude, one must at least make this admission. They are poets, genuine and sincere.

The caldron, which the she Ape has up to this time neglected to watch, begins to boil over. There ensues a great flame which blazes out the chimney. The witch comes careering down through the flame with terrible cries.

Ow Ow the damned beasts, the cursed sow, who leave the kettle and singe the frow a cursed.

Fear perceiving faust and Mephistopheles, what is that here?

Who are you here? What wants you thus? Who sneaks to us the fire pane, burn bone and brain.

She plunges the skimming ladle into the caldron and scatters flames towards faust Mephistopheles and the animals. The animals whimper Mephistopheles, reversing the brush which he has been holding in his hand, and striding among the jars and glasses in.

Two in two dealized de blue, dear lies de glass. The joke will pass as time paul as to the singing of dye crew.

As the witch starts back full of wrath and horror.

Ha knows to taal me abominition, Dao nostdao. At last, Thy Lord and Master, what hinders me from smitting? Now? Thee and thy monkey's pride which fell disaster hast for the scarlet coat. No reverence does recognize no more the tall cox feeder. Have I conceled discountenance? Must tell my name, old face of leader.

Oh pardon sir, the resolute, Yet I perceive no cloven foot and both your ravens where are they now?

This time I laid the escaped death, for since we two together met, it is verily full many a Dana culture which smoothed the whole world. Legs also onto the devil's sticks. The days of the old northern phantom now are over. Were cant their horns and tay and claws discover and as regards of food which I cannot spare in truth, it would only make the people shun me. Therefore I have won like many spin lead false calves these many years upon me dancing.

Reason and sense forsake my brain. Since I behold squire Sating here.

Again, omen from such a name, refrain, why so what has it done to thee? It has long been written in the book of fable. Yet therefore no whit better man, we see the evil one has left. The evil one's are stable. Sabaron, call me dowt than is the matter good? Akarelia? Am I like others in my berry? Thou hast no doubt about my noble blood. See here's the coat of arms that I am wearing.

He makes an indecent gesture, laughs immoderately.

Ah, that's just your way. I know a rogue you are, and you were always.

So to fast, my friend, take proper heed, I pray to manage witches. This is just a way.

Wherein sirs, Can I be views.

Give us a goblet of the well known juice, But I must beg you of the oldest brewage the year said double strength, produce with all my heart.

Now here's a bottle wherefrom sometimes I wet my throttle, which also not the slightest stinks, and willingly a glass I'll fill him, whispering. Yet this man, without do preparation drinks as well thou knowst within an hour two will kill him.

He is a friend of mine with whom it will agree, and it deserves that kitchen's best partition. Come, draw the circle, speak to dynaseration and feel they gobblet full and free.

The witch, with fantastic gestures, draws a circle and places mysterious articles therein. Meanwhile, the glasses begin to ring, the cauldron to sound and make a musical accompaniment. Finally, she brings a great book and stations in the circle, the apes, who are obliged to serve as reading desk and to hold the torches. She then beckons Faust to approach to Mephistopheles.

Now what shall come of this? The creature's antic, the crazy stuff, the gestures, frantic, all the repulsive chats I view are known to me and hated too.

Oh nonsense, that is a thing for laughter. Don't be so terribly severe, se jegals you has dark to now that after the bewitch me walk the proper cheer.

The witch begins to declaim with much emphasis from the book, see that it's done.

Make ten of one and two. Let v make even three, and rich thou it be cast over the four from five and six the witches tricks make seven, and eight tis finished straight, and nine is one, and ten is none. This is the witches.

Once one's one, she talks like one who raves in fever.

Don't hear much more before we leave her. It is all the same the book I can repeat such time I have squandered over the history. A contradiction does complete is always for otherwise no less than fools a mystery. The art is old and neil for very really, all ages have been taught the matter by three and one and one and three error. Instead of crude to scatter, they pray and titch, and no one interfares. All from

The witch continues the lofty skill of science still from all men deeply hidden. Who takes no thought to him? Tis broad, tis giving unsought.

Unbidden, What nonsense she declaims before us. My head is nigh to split. I fear it seems to me as if I hear one hundred thousand fools in chorus.

All sill excellent enough of adjuration. But he there bring us deportation. And quickly filled the bicker to the brim. This drink will bring my friend no injuries. He is a man of many fold degrees, and many jots are known to him.

The Witch, with many ceremonies, pours the drink into a cup. As Faust sets it to his lips, A light flame arises.

Down with it. Quickly drain it off. It will warm thy heart with new desire. Are to the devil, hand and glove, and wilt thou be afraid of fire?

The Witch breaks the circle. Faust steps forth, and.

Now away thou darst not rest.

And much good? May the liquor do thee to the witch.

Thy wish on. While Pogi's knight expressed, what boon I have shall then be given unto thee.

Here is a song, which if you sometimes sing, you'll fight it. A peculiar operation.

To faust come at once, A rapid occupation must start, the needful perspiration and throuldy frame, the likeer spotan's fling, the noble indolence. I'll teach deed n to treasure, and soon thou wilt be our with kinestreels of pleasure. How keep its tears and lips on light and restless wing.

One rapid glance within the mirror. Give me how beautiful that woman form.

No, no, the paragon of all. Believe me, thou soon shalt.

See alive and war aside.

Thou wilt find this drink thy blood compelling each woman beautiful as Helen.

End of scene six, Scene seven, street Faust. Margaret passing by.

Fair lady, Let it not offend you that arm and escort I would lend you.

I'm neither lady, neither fair and home. I can go without your care.

She releases herself and exit.

By heaven. The girl is wondrous, fair of all I've seen beyond, compare so sweetly, virtuous and pure, and yet a little pert be sure, the lips so red, the cheeks cleared on. I'll not forget while the world rolls on. How she cast down her timid eyes deep in my heart imprinted lies. How short and sharp of speech was she. Why twas a real ecstasy. Mephistopheles enters here of that girl, I'd have possession. Wait them, the one who just went by.

She did. She's coming from confession of every scene absolved. For eye behind her chair was listening nigh so nelsen to see, indeed that to conface she had no need. I have no power over souls so green, And yet.

She is older than fourteen.

How now you are talking like Jack Rake, who every flower for himself would take, and fancies there are no favors more nor honors save for him in store. Yet always doesn't the thing succeed.

Most worthy pedagogue take heed. Let not a word of moral law be spoken. I claim, I tell thee all my right. And if that image of delight rests not within mine arms to night at midnight, our compact is broken.

But think the chances of the case. I need at least a fortnight space to find that opportune ocagen.

Had I but seven hours for all, I should not on the devil call. But win her by my own possession.

You almost like a Frenchman prepped. Yet pray, don't take it as annoyance. Why all at once exhaust the giants. Your bliss is by no means so great as if you would use to get control all sorts of tender barrow and kneed, and shape heart to your tart. As in Italian tails. It is thought.

Without that I have appetite.

But now leave just thing out of sight. I tell you once, for all that speed which this fair girl will not succeed by storms, it cannot captured be. We must make use of strategy.

Get me something the angel keeps. Lead me thither where she sleeps. Get me a kerchief from her breast, a garter that her knee has pressed.

That you may see how much out fame father, and satisfy your pay, we will no longer lose a minute. I'll find her room to day and take you in it.

And shall I see possess her.

No until neighbors. She must go. And meanwhile thou alone mayst glow with every hope of future pleasure, breeding her atmosphere in fullest miser.

Can we go thither?

It is too early yet.

A gift for her. I bid thee get.

Exit presents at once. That's good, he's certain to get at her full many a pleasant place I know, and treacherous, buried long ago, I must pufforce, look up the matter.

Exit scene eight evening, a small, neatly kept chamber, Margaret platting and binding the braids of her hair.

I give something? Could I but say? Who was that gentleman today? Surely a gallant man was he? And of a noble family? And much could I in his face? Behold? And he wouldn't else have been so bold?

Exit?

Come in, but gently follow me, leave me alone.

I beg of thee.

Prying about, mop every girl, givest thing so neat.

Looking around, Oh, welcome twilight, soft and sweet that breathes throughout this hallowed shrine, Sweet pain of love. Bind thou with Fetter's fleet, the heart that, on the due of hope must pine. How all around a sense impresses of quiet, order and content? This poverty, what bounty blesses? What bliss? Within this narrow den pent?

He throws himself into a leathern arm chair near the bed.

Receive me, thou that in thine open arms departed joy and pain were it wont to gather. How oft the children, with their ruddy charms hung here around this throne, where sat the father. Perchance my love amid the childish band, grateful for gifts the Holy Christmas gave her here meekly kissed the grandsire's withered hand. I feel, O, maid, thy very soul of order and content around me, whisper which

And here he lifts one of the bed curtains.

What sweetest thrill is in my blood? Here? Could I spend whole hours delaying? Here, nature shaped as if in sportive playing, the angel blossom from the bud. Here lay the child with life's warm essence, the tender bosom, filled and fair, And here was wrought through holier purer presence, the form diviner beings? Where and I what drew me here with power? How deeply am I moved this hour? What seek I?

Why?

So full my heart and sore, miserable faust I know thee now no more is there a magic vapor here? I came with lust of instant pleasure and lie dissolved in dreams of love's sweet leisure? Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere? And if this moment came, she in to me, how would I for the fault tonement render? How small the giant lout would be? Prone at her feet, relaxed and tender.

Be quick, I see how dear returning go go.

I never will retreat.

Here is a cascade not unmeet which elsewhere I have just been awning. Here, said it in the press with haste, I swear it will turn her head to spite some bubbles I dearine, had placed that you might win another by it? True childish child, and play is play?

I know not should I do it?

Ask you pray yourself, perhaps would keep the bubble. Then I suggest it you fair and jest to spare the lovely day you'll last, and spare to me the further trouble. You are not miserly, I trust, I rub my hands with expectation tender.

He places the casket in the press and locks it again.

Now quick away, the sweet young maiden to betray, so that by wish and will you banned her, and to look as dill to the lecture hall you were forced to go, as if stood before your gray out load physics and not a physics boat.

But away, Exitan Margaret with a lamp.

It is so close, so sultry here she opens the window, and yet tis not so warm outside. I feel I know not why such fear would mother came? Where can she bide? My body's chill and shuddering. I'm but a silly, fearsome thing.

She begins to sing while undressing.

There was a king in Thuley was faithful till her grave, to whom his mistress dying Uh. The golden goblet gave Nort was to him more precious. He trained it at every bout. His eyes with tears ran over as oft as he drank thereout.

When came his time of dying.

The towns in his land he told nort as to his sad denying except the goblet of gold. He sat at the royal banquet with his knights of high degree, in the lofty hole of his father's in the castle by the sea, there stood the old Caro Sir, and drank the last la life glow, and all the hallowed goblet into the tide below. He saw it plunging and feeling and singing, deep and irsy. Then fell his eyelids forever and never more. Dragy.

She opens the press in order to arrange her clothes, and perceives the casket of jewels?

How comes that lovely casket?

Here to me?

I locked the press? Most certainly tis truly wonderful? What can within it be? Perhaps twas brought by someone as a pawn, And Mother gave a loane thereon, and here there hangs a key to fit. I have a mind to open it? What is that God in heaven? Whence came such things never beheld? I ought so fair rich Orderman, such as a noble dame on highest holidays might wear. How would the pearl chain suit my hair?

Ah?

Who may all this splendor own?

She adorns herself with the jewelry, and steps before the mirror.

Were but the ear rings mine alone? One has at once another air? What helps one's beauty? Youthful blood? One may possess them well and good, But none the more do others care. They praise us half in pity. Sure to gold still tends on gold depends all all alas we poor.

Scene nine promenade Faust walking thoughtfully up and down to him Mephistopheles.

By our love, ever rejected by health, higher heart, and not speary. I wish I knew something was that I might use it for swearing?

What ails thee?

What is it?

Grips thee elf? A face like thine? Beheld?

I never i ude myself under the devil deliver. If I am not a devil myself thy head.

Is out of order. Sadly it much becomes thee to be raving madly.

Just think the pocket of a priest should get the trinklets left for Margaret. The mother saw them an instant. A secret tread began to haunt her. Keen sand has sea for tainted air. She snuffs it in her book of prayer and smells each article to see if secret or profane it be. So here as he guessed from every gem that not much blessing came with them, my childish is said, he'll gotten good and sneers. The soul consumes the bird before the murder of God. We will

A general practice is the same which jew and king may also claim.

Then begged the spangles, chains and rings, as if but bootstools were the things, and thanked no less than thanked no more than if a seck of nuts. He bore, promised them fullest, hanly pay and deeply defied with And Margaret sits unrestful steel, and knows not what she should or will thinks on the jewels day and night, but more on him who gave her such delight.

The darling sorrow gives me pain. Get thou a set for her again. The first was not a great display.

Oh yes, the gentleman finds it all child's play.

Fix and arrange it to my will. And on her neighbor, try thy skill. Don't be a devil stiff as paste, but get fresh jewels to her taste.

Yes, gracious sir, in all obedience, Exit fast. Such an animal fool in air would blow sun Moon and all the starriledians to give his sweetheart a diabating show.

Exit seam ten the neighbor's house.

Martha, soulless, God, forgive my husband, Yet he hasn't done his duty by me oft in the world. He went straightway. Let me lie in the straw where I lay, and truly I did not fret him.

God knows I loved and can't forget him. Oh, she weeps, Perhaps he's even dead. Ah, whoa had I you certificate to show?

Margaret comes day, Martha, Margaret, what happened thee.

I scarce can stand. My knees are trembling. I find a box, the first resembling within my press of ebone, and things all splendid to behold and richer father than worthy. Old.

You mustn't tell it to your mother, twould go to the priest as did the.

Other A look and see, just look and see Martha adorning her.

Oh, what a blessed luck for thee.

But ah in the streets I dare not bear them, or in the church be seen to wear them.

Yet thou canst often this way, wonder and secretly the jewels down, walk up and down an hour before the mirror yonder we'll have our private joy therein, and then a chance will come, a holiday when peace by piece can want the things abroad display a chain at first, then other ornament. Thy mother will not see, and stories will invent.

Whoever could have brought me things so precious? That something's wrong? I feel suspicious? A knock good Heaven, my mother?

Can that have been Martha peeping through the blind?

'tis some strange gentleman?

Come in?

Mephistopheles enters, Dad, I so boldly introduce me. I beg you, ladies to excuse me.

Steps back reverently.

On seeing Margaret for Martha sweedleen, I'll inquire.

I'm she? What does the gentleman desire lease assigned to her?

It is enough that you are she? You have a visitor of a high degree. Pardon the freedom I have taken. Well, afternoon, return again, Mather aloud of all.

Things in the world.

Just here.

He takes thee for a lady.

Dear, I am a creature, young and poor. The gentleman's too kind. I'm sure the jewels don't belong to me, Ah, not.

Alone the jewelry to look the man are both to betray, rejoice themire that I may stay.

What is your business? I would feign?

I would I had a more cheerful strain. Take not unkindly to repeating your husband is dead, and sense it greeting is dead.

Alas that heart's so true, my husband dead.

Let me die too, Ah, dearest dame, Let not your courage.

Fail relate the mournful tale.

Therefore I'd never love. Believe me a loss like this to death would grieve me.

Joy follows oooh wooh, of the joy comes flying.

Relate his life, said close to me.

In Padua buried, he is lying beside a good saint, Anthony with in a grave whale consecrated for cool at an unrest created.

He gave you further no commission.

Yes, want of weight with many shyes, three hundred masses by to save the imprompt podition. My hands are empty.

Otherwise what not a pocket piece?

No jewelry. But every journeyman within his wallet spares, and as a token with him bears, and rather starves or begs than loses.

Madam, it is a grief to me. Yet on my word, his cash was put to proper uses. Besides, his penitence was very sore, and lamented his ill fortune all the more a lack.

That men are so unfortunate. Surely, for his soul's sakeful many a prayer, I'll profit.

You will deserve a speedy marriage offer. You are so kind compasonate.

Oh no, as yet it would not do if not a.

Husband, then a bo for you. It is the greatest heavenly blessing to have a dear thing for one's caressing.

The country's custom is not so custom, or.

Not it happens, though, continue pray. I stood beside his bed of dying. It was something better than many or half rotten straw. And yet he died a Christian sure, and found that heavier scores to his account were lying. He cried, I find my conduct wholly hateful. To leave my wife, my tread in manner so ungrateful. Oh, the remembrance may makes me die, would of my wrong to her?

I might be shriven mother weeping the.

Dear good man long stince was he forgiven?

Yet see, God knows was more to blame than I sheed. What on the brink of death he slandered in the last shows his senses wented if by such things but huff can judge? He said, I had no time for playing, for keeping freedom, first children, and then walk for bread to feed them, for bread in the widest sense to judge, and could not even eat my share in peace and quiet?

Had he all love, all faith forgotten in his riot my work, and worried day and night.

Not so the memory of it touched him quiet, said he. When I from Malta went away, my prayers for wife and little ones were jealous, and such luck from heaven befell us. We made a Turkish merchantman our prey that to the Sultan bore a mighty treasure than I received, as was most fit, since bravery was paid in fullest measure my well apportioned share of it.

Say, how say where if buried did he own it?

Who knows now? Whether the four winds have blown it? A fair young damsel took him in her care as he in Naples wandered, rounded, unfriended, and see much love. Much fate to him did bear, so that he felt it till his days were ended.

The villain from his children, thieving. Even all the misery on him cast could not prevent a shameful way of living.

But se he is dead, therefrom at last, where I in your place? Do not doubt me. I would bore him dissently a year, and for another. Keep meanwhile my eyes about.

Me, Oh God, another one so dear as was my first, This world will hardly give me. There never was a sweeter fool than mine. Only he loved to roam and leave me, and foreign wenches and foreign wine, and the damped throw of dice. Indeed, well well.

That might have done. However, if he had only been as clever and treated your slips with as little heat, I swear with this condition too, I wou'd myself Jane's rings with hear.

The gentleman is pleased to jest, I.

Will cut away bit times from here. She would take the devil at his world. I fear to Margaret, how fears the heart within your breast?

What means the gentleman?

Aside, sweet innocent to our art aloud, ladies, farewell, farewell a moment every part.

I'd like to have a legal witness where, how and when he died, to certify his fitness irregular ways I've always hated. I want his death. In the weekly paper stated.

Yes, my good day, A pair of witnesses always the truth establishious. I have a friend of high condition who will also add his deposition. I will bring him here, good sir, pray do, and this young lady will be present too. A callant yield has traveled far. Ladies with him delighted.

Are before him. I should blush, ashamed.

Before no king that could be named Hide the house.

In my garden. Then this evil will expect the.

Gentlemen scene eleven a street faust?

How is it underway and soon complete?

Mephistopheles, Ah, bravo.

Do I find your barning well? Margaret? Smone will steal your yarning at neighbor MARTA's. You will this evening meet a fitter woman. Neighbor was made to pry the pimp and gypsy trade. Tis well, Yet something is required from us.

One service pays the other.

Thus we have but to make a deposition valid that now her husband's limbs outstretched and pallid at padua rest in consecrated soil.

Most wise, and first of course we'll make the journey.

Thither sanct the simplicitius. No need of such a toile. Depose with knowledge or without it either.

If you've no better, then I'll tear your pretty plan.

Now there you are, oh holy man, is it the first time in your life you are driven to bear false witness in a case of God? The world and all that in it has a place of man and all that moves the being of his race. Have you not toms and definitions given with presen forehead, daring breast, And if you will probe the thing profoundly knew you so much, and you will confess it roundly as here of Swardling's death and place of rest.

Thou art and thou remain'st a sophest liar.

Yes, knew I not more deeply thy desire faul will doun not no love or fairer poor Margaret flatter, and as near her and all thy show's devotion, swear how and from my heart it ease very fine dyne endless love, thy fate a siering to run almighty force and theory, will that too prompted disheart of.

Diyme, hold hold it will, if such my flame, and for the sense and power intense I seek and cannot find a name, Then range with all my senses through creation, craving the speech of inspiration, and call this ardor so supernal, endless, eternal and eternal? Is that a devilish lying game?

And yet I am right?

Mark this, I beg of thee, and spare my lungs. Henceforth, whoever intends to have the right, if but his tongue be clever, will have it certainly. But come the further talking brings disgust for thou art right, especially since I must.

Seam twelve Garden, Margaret on Faust's arm, Martyr and Mephistopheles walking up and down.

I feel the gentleman allows for me, demeans himself, and shames me by it. A traveler is so used to be kindly content with any diet. I know too well that my poor gossip can never entertain such an experienced man.

A look from thee, a word more entertains than all the lore of wisest brains.

He kisses her hand, don't incommode yourself. How could you ever kiss it? It is so ugly rough to see what work I do? How hard and steady is it? Mother is much too close with me?

They pass, and you, sir, travel always, do you not.

Alas that trade and duty are so hairy, with what a pang one leaves so many as part, and dear is not even now? And then to tarry in.

Young wild years. It suits your ways this round and round the world, in freedom sweeping. But then come on the evil days, and so as bachelor into his grave a creeping none ever found a thing to praise.

I dread to see how such a fate advances.

Then, worthy, sir, improve betimes your chances.

They pass.

Yes, out of sight is out of mind your courtesy and easy graces. But you have friends in other places, and sensibler than I.

You'll find, trust me, dear heart. What men call sensible is oft mere, vanity and narrowness. How so ah, that simplicity and innocence. Ne'er know themselves their holy value and their spell that meekness, lowliness, the highest graces which nature portions out so lovingly.

So you but think a moment's space on me all times I'll have to think of you all places.

No doubt you are much alone.

Yes, for our household small has grown, yet must be cared for you will own. We have no maid. I do the knitting, sewing, sweeping, the cooking, early work and late in fact, and Mother, in her notions of housekeeping, is so exact. Not that she needs so much to keep expenses down. We more than others might take comfort. Rather, a nice estate was left us by my father, a house, a little garden near the town. But now my days have less of noise and hurry. My brother is a soldier.

So very dear was she an angel if like thee I bought.

It up, and it was fond of me. Father had died before it saw the light. A mother's case seemed hopeless quite so weak and miserable she lay, and she recovered then so slowly day by day. She could not think herself of giving the poor wee thing its natural living. And so I nursed it all alone with milk and water, twas my own lulled in my lap with many a song, it smiled and humbled and grew strong.

The purest bliss was surely then thy dower.

But surely also many a weary hour I kept the baby's cradle near my bed at night, ift even stirred. I'd guess it and waking here, and I must nurse it warm beside me, press it and oft to quiet fit my bed, forsake and dandling back and forth the restless creature take then at the washtub stand morning's break, and then the marketing and kitchen tending day after day, the same thing, never ending one's spirit. Sir, are thous not always good? But then one learns to relish rest and food they pass.

Yes, the poor women are bad off, tis true a stubborn bachelor.

There's no converting heat, but depends upon the like of an yell. And I should turn to better ways than flatting.

Speak plainly, sir, have you no one detected? Has not your heart been anywhere subjected?

The provob says, one's own warm heart and a good wife are gold and Jewel's what I mean?

Have you not felt desire? Though ne're so slightly?

I have everywhere, in fact been entertained politely I meant to.

Say, were you not touched in earnest?

Ever, one should allow oneself to jest with ladies.

Never, Ah, you don't understand.

I am sorry. I'm so blind, but I'm sure that you are very kind.

They pass and.

Me, thou Angel, didst thou recognize as through the garden gate I came?

Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes, and.

Thou forgivest my freedom and the blame to my impertinence be fitting as the cathedral, thou wert quitting.

I was confused the like new happened to me. No one could ever speak to my discredit, Ah, thought I in my conduct? Has he read it something immodest or unseemly free? He seemed to have the sudden feeling that with this wench to a very easy dealing. I will confess I knew not what appeal your behalf here in my bosom grew. But I was angry with myself to feel that I could not be angrier with you, sweet darling. Wait awhile she.

Plucks a starflower and pulled off the leaves one after the.

Other, shall that a nosegay be?

No?

It is just in play. How go you'll laugh at me.

She pulls off the leaves and murmurs, what murmurest thou half aloud? He loves me, He loves me, not thou, sweet angelic soul.

Margaret continues, loves me, not loves me. Not plucking the last leaf, she cries with frank delight.

He loves me, Yes, child, and let this blossom word for thee be speech divine. He loves thee. Ah knowest thou what it means. He loves thee.

He grasps both her hands.

I'm all a.

Tremble, Oh tremble not, but let this look, let this warm clasp of hands declare thee. What is unspeakable? To yield one wholly, and to feel a rapture in yielding that must be eternal, eternal, for the end would be despair. No, no, no ending, no ending.

Martyr coming forward, The night is falling.

Hi, we must away, I'd ask you longer here to terry. But evil tongues in this town have full play. It's as if nobody had nothing to fetch and carry, nor other labor. But spying all the doings of one's neighbor, and one becomes the talk do whatser one may where is our couple?

Now flown up to alley yonder doingful summer buds.

He seems of her still fonder, and.

She of him, so runs to walled away.

End of Scene twelve. Scene thirteen a garden arbor. Margaret comes in, conceals herself behind the door, puts her finger to her lips, and peeps through the crack. He comes, Faust, entering.

Aha, rogue, I tease thou art, I have thee.

He kisses her, Margaret clasping him and returning the kiss.

Dearest man, I love THEE from my heart.

Mephistopheles knocks, Faust, stamping his foot.

Who's there?

A priend a beast? It is time to separate, martyr.

Coming, yes, sir tis late?

May I not then? Upon you wait?

My mother would farewell?

Ah can I not remain? Farewell?

Adieu and soon to meet again?

Exitant Faust and Mephistopheles.

Dear God, however is it such a man can think and know so much? I stand ashamed and in amaze, and answer yes to all, he says, A poor unknowing child, and he I can't think what he finds in me.

Exit Seen fourteen, Forest and Cavern faust, solus.

Spirit sublime. Thou gavest me, gavest me all for which I prayed, not unto me in vain hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire. Thou givest me nature as a kingdom grand with power to feel and to enjoy it. Thou not only cold, amazed acquaintance yieldst, but grantest that in her profoundest breast I gaze as in the bosom of a friend, the ranks of living creatures. Thou dost lead before me, teaching me to know my brothers in

Not led this life quite long enough? How can a father test delight? He? It is very well that once one tries to stuff, but something new must then require to you?

Would there were other work for thee to plague my day? Auspicious?

Thou returnest, well, I'll engage to let D b Thou darest not tell me so, In honest, the loss of d were truly very slight, Comrade, crazy, rude, repelling. One has one's hands full all day and night. If what one does or leaves undone is right from such a face as thine there is no telling.

There is again thy proper tone that thou hast bored me. I must thankful be poor son of Art. How couldst thou doest alone have led thy life bereft of me? I for a time at least have worked thy cure thy fancies ricketts plague d not at all had I not been so, hadst thou sure walked thyself off this artly ball? Why head to Cavin's rocky hollow slinking, since

A blessing drawn from supernatural fountains in night and deal to lie upon the mountains all heaven and Art in rapture, O pinup trading thyself to godhood halftill inflating to grub with ye aning force through Art's dark marrow compress the six days' work within thy bosom, narrow to taste. I know not what in half to power thine own ecstatic life on things, shower thine only self behind decast, and then the lofty instinct that with a gesture at last, I dare not say how to pluck the final flower

Serpent, serpent Mephistopheles. Aside her, Do I trap thee?

Get thee away with thine offenses, reprobate name not that fairest thing, nor the desire for her sweet body. Bring again before my half distracted senses.

What lt thou then see things that thou art flown, and half and half the art I own?

Yet am I near, and love keeps watch and ward. Though I were ne'er so far, it cannot falter. I envy even the body of the Lord, the touching of her lips before the altar.

It is very well my envy oft reposes on your twin pair that feed among their roses.

Away thou pimp your.

Real and it is fun to me to God, who fashioned eat and mate, perceived the noblest paupas off his trade, and also met dear opportunity. Go on. It is a whooper found it tease for your sweets through me are bound, and not for that indeed.

What are within her arms the heavenly blisses. Though I be glowing with her kisses, do I not always share

It seeds again, it glows. Thouful, go in and comfort her. When such a head has dyed, No outlet knows it thinks the end must soon occur. Hail him who keeps his step first mind Dao as dost well the devil natureware not so insipid in the world I find as is a devil in despair.

Scene fifteen, Margaret's Room, Margaret as the spinning wheel alone.

My peace is gone, my heart is sore. I never shall find it ah, never more save I I have him near. The grave is here. The world is gall and bitterness. All My poor weak head is racked and crazed. My thought is lost, my sense is mazed. My peace is gone, My heart is sore. I never shall find

Scene sixteen Martyr's Garden, Margaret.

Promise me, Henry Faust, what I can howest with thy religion. Pray thou art a dear, good hearted man. And yet I think dost not incline that way?

Leave that, my child, Thou knowest my love is tender. For love, my blood and life what I surrender. And as for faith and church I grant to each his own.

That's not enough. We must believe thereon, must we that I had some influence? Then too, thou honorest not the holy sacraments. I honor them, desiring no possession. Tis long since thou hast been to mass or two confession. Believest thou in God?

My darling? Who shall dare I believe in God? To say? Ask priest ors age the answer to declare, and it will seem a mocking play, a sarcasm on the asker. Then thou believest not hear me, not falsely, sweetest countenance, who dare express him and who profess him? Saying I believe in Him? Who feeling, seeing deny his being, saying, I believe him not the all enfolding, the all upholding folds and upholds he not. Thee me himself arches not there.

All that is fine and good to hear it so much the same way the preacher spoke, only with slightly different phrases.

The same thing. In all places. All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day, each in its language, say why then not I in mine as well? To hear it.

Thus it may seem passable, And yet some hitch in there must be for thou hast no Christianity, dear Love, I've long been grieved to see that thou art in such company. How So the man who with thee goes thy mate. Within my deepest, innermost soul, I hate in all my life. There's nothing has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing, as his repulsive face has done.

Nay, fear him, not, my sweetest one.

I feel his presence like something ill I've else for all a kindly will. But much is my heart to see thee yearneth. The secret horror of him returneth, and I think the man a knave as I live. If I do him wrong, may God forgive.

There must be such queer birds, however.

Live with the like of him. May I never. When once inside the door comes he he looks around so sneeringly and half in wrath, one sees that in nothing, no interest he hath tis written on his forehead that love to him is a thing abhorred. I am so happy on thine arm, so free, so yielding, and so warm, and in his presence stifled seems my.

Heart foreboding Angel, that thou art.

It overcomes me in such degree that wheresoever he meets us, even I feel as though I'd lost my love for THEE. When he is by, I could not pray to Heaven that burns within me like a flame. And surely Henry tis with THEE the same.

There now is thine antipathy.

But I must go.

Ah, Shall there never be a quiet hour to see us fondly plighted, with breast to breast and soul to soul united.

Ah, If I only slept alone, I'd draw the bolt to night for thy desire. But my mother's sleep so light has grown, and if we were discovered by her, twould be my death upon the spot?

How angel fear it?

Not?

Here is a vial in her drink, but three drops of it measure, and deep as sleep will on her senses sink?

What would I not to give THEE pleasure? It will not harm her when one tries it?

If it would my love, would I advise it?

Ah, dearest man, If but thy face I see, I know not what compels me to thy will. So much have I already done for THEE, that scarcely more is left me to fulfill.

Enter Mephistopheles, Exit, Margaret, mephistophe.

The monkey is he gone?

Hast played the spy again.

I have had how fully see g D. The doctor has been kept sized. It is plain great good. I hope the thing will do D. The girls have much desire to ascertain if one is prim and good as NSI, and rules compel, if there he is let to think he will follow them as well.

Thou monster, wilt nor see nor own how this pure soul of faith, so lowly, so loving and ineffable, the faith alone, that her salvation is with scruples, holy pines, lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well?

Taou full of sense well super sensual desire. A girl by the nose is leading.

D abortion Thou of filth and fire?

And then how masterly is he reads physio not me? When I'm present, She's impressed, she knows not how she in my mask a hidden sounds oudriy. She feels that surely I'm a genius. Now perhaps the very devil in beed well, well tony, what's that to thee yet my delight? It will also be.

Seen seventeen at the Fountain Margaret and Lizabeth with pictures.

Lizbeth has nothing heard of Barbara.

Margaret No not a word, I go so little out.

It's true, Sybylla said. Today she's played the fool at last, there's not a doubt such taking on of airs. How so it stinks she's feeding too, wheere she eats and drinks, And so at last it serves her rightly. She clung to the fellow so long and tightly. That was a promenading at village and dance, parading as the first they must everywhere shine. And he treated her always to pies and wine. And she made it to do with her face so fine, So mean and shameless was her behavior.

The poor poor thing.

Does pity her that when one of us at spinning sat, and mother knights ne'er let us at the door, she sported with her paramour on the door bench in the passage dark, the length of the time they'd never mark. So now her head no more shall lift, but do church penance and her sinner shift.

He'll surely take her for his wife.

He'd be a fool. A brisk young blade has room elsewhere to ply his trade. He's gone.

That is not fair.

If him she gets, why let her be where the boy shall dash? Are weeth on the floor and will scatter chaft before her door exit.

Margaret returning home, How scornfully I once reviled, when some poor maiden was beguiled more speech than any tongue suffices. I craved to censure other's vices. Black as it seemed, I blackened still and blacker, Yet was in my will, and blessed myself, and boasted high, and now a living CINEMI Yet all that drove my heart there too, God was so good, so dear, so true.

Scene eighteen Don John in a niche of the wall, a shrine with an image of the martyr dolerosa, pots of flowers before it, Margaret putting fresh flowers in the pots.

Incline, O maiden, thou sorrow laden thy gracious countenance upon my pain the sword thy heart in with anguish smarting, Thou lookest up to where thy son is slain. Thou seest the father thy sad size, gather and bear aloft thy sorrow and his pain. Ah past guessing beyond expressing the pangs that wring my flesh and bone. Why this anxious heart so burneth, Why it trembleth, why it yearneth? Knowest thou and thou alone where'er I go?

What sorrow?

What?

Whoa?

What woe?

And sorrow? Within my bosom aches alone? And ah, I'm sleeping. I'm weeping, weeping, weeping. The heart within me breaks the pots before my window alas my tears did wet as in the early morning for thee these flowers I set, But within my lonely chamber, the more sun shone red. I sat in utter sorrow, already on my bed. Help rescue me from death, and stain o maiden ow sorrow laden incline my countenance upon my pain.

Scene nineteen night Street, before Margaret's door, Valentine, a soldier Margaret's brother.

What I have set at some corrous were each to each his brag allows, and many a comrade praise to me the pink of girls right lustily, with brimming glass that spilled the toast and elbows planted as in boast. I sat in unconcerned repose and heard the swagger as it rose and stroking then my beard, I'd say, smiling the bumper in my hand. Each well enough in her own way. But is there one in all the land like sister Margaret good as gold, One that to her

How from the window of the sacristy upward the eternal lamp sends forth a glimmer that lessening side words, fainter grows and dimmer, till darkness closes from the sky. The shadows Thus within my bosom gather.

I'm like a sentimental tom cattratda that round the tall fire ladder sweeps, and still they then along the coping crepes, quite virtuously tall. I come a little thievious and a little frolicsome I feel in every limbed of pressage for running the grain dwal pauses night, day after tomorrow brings its message. And when keep's watch tenert de.

Light, meanwhile, may not the treasure risen be which there behind I, glimmering.

See, shall soon experienced the pleasure to lift Cattley out its treasure. I lately gave dear in a squaint saw splendid lion dollars.

In it, not even a jewel, not a ring to deck therewith my darling girl.

I saw, I'm under rest a thing that seemed to be a chain of burn.

That's well indeed for painful? Is it to bring no gift when her I visit?

Thou should not find it so annoying, would not return to be enjoying. Now while the sky lets forth its starry wrong, thou wilt hear a masterpiece, no war completer. I will sing her first immorl song. But sure afterwards to cheetah.

Sings to the sitter, what dost thou hear in?

They break clear get ray in a dear before thy lovers do beware the blame. Let's see a mate. That's how the maid they But it never more the quexumption of such an one, when one say it is done, good night to dee. What love's time is brief? Until no tea be warm?

Leave?

But to the wading ring.

Valentine comes forward.

Whom wilt thou, lord, God's element rat catching piper, thou perdition to the devil, first the instrument to the devil, then the cursed musician.

The seder is smashed for nothing more. It is fading.

There is yet a skull.

I must be splitting to faust, saw doctor, don't retreat. I pray stand by. I'll lead if you will, But terry out to just be do that delay you have but to lunge, and I will parry.

Then parry that.

Why not it is light?

That's too of course, I think the.

Devil must fight? How is it then? My hands already lame.

To faust trust home jails, Oh God, Now as the but come only it's time for us to fly. Further arises now a maderous cry with zeppulas. It were easy to compound it. But here the pinal cord will sift and sound.

It exit with faust. Martha at the window, Come out, Come out, Margaret at the window.

Quick, bring a light, Martha.

As above they swear and storm, they yell and fight.

Who else there already see Martha coming from.

The house the murderers. Whither have they run?

Margaret coming out?

Who lies here? Tis thy mother's son? Almighty God, what misery I'm dying?

That is quickly said? And quicker yet tis done? Why how are you woman there? Instead? Come here and listen?

Everyone all gather round him?

Why Margaret see still young thou art, but not the least bit shrewd or smart? Thy business thus too slight. So this advice I bid thee heed, Now that thou art a horn deed, why be one?

Then?

All right, my brother God, such words to.

Me in this game.

Let our Lord God be what's done's already done, alas what follows it must come to pass with one begainst thou secretly. Then soon will others come to thee. And when a dozen thee have known, Thou art also free to all the town. When Shame is born and first appears, she is in secret brought to light and then they draw the veil of nido over her head and ears her life. In fact, there loath to spare her, but let her growth and strength display. She walks abroad unveiled

Existence, live, commend your soul to God for pardon.

That's you.

Your heart will slender hearten.

Thou pimp, most infamous, be still, could I thy withered body kill twould bring for all my sinful pleasure forgiveness in the richest.

Measure, my brother.

This is Hell's own pain.

I tell THEE from thy tears refrain, when thou, from honor didst departed stabbed me to the very heart. Now through the slumber of the grave, I goat God as a soldier brave.

Dies.

End of Scene nineteen, Scene twenty cathedral service organ and anthem, Margaret among much people, the evil spirit behind Margaret?

How otherwise was it, Margaret, when thou still innocent? Here to the altar camest and from the worn and fingered book thy prayers, didst prattle half sport of childhood, half God?

Within thee?

Margaret, Where attends thy thought within thy bosom? What hidden crime? Prayest thou for mercy on thy mother's soul that fell asleep to long long torment? And through thee upon thy threshold? Who is the blood? And stirreth not and quicken something beneath thy heart? Thy life disquieting with most foreboding presence?

Whoa, whoa?

Would I were free from the thoughts that crossed me, drawing hither and thither despite.

Me, des hey, yes, zala, So there let's gloom mean bovela.

Sound of the organ.

Wrath takes thee the trumpet peals, the graves tremble, and thy heart from ashy rest of fiery torments, now again requickened throbs to life.

Would I were forth? I feel as if the organ here my breath takes from me, my very heart dissolved by the anthem.

You sircos, it did.

Get too m. I cannot breathe. The massy pillars imprison me. The vaulted arches crush me.

Eh hide thyself, sin and shame, stay never hidden. Air light woe to thee.

Que zum miser tung dik turus klempatronem rogatuus kumbis used to u si secunus.

They turn their faces, the glorified from thee the pure, their hands to offer shuddering refuse thee.

Whoa queen sum miser tun dick.

Tuus, neighbor your cordial She.

Falls in a swoon. Scene twenty one Valpurgis Night. The Hartz Mountains district of Shika and Ailand.

Does not wish brooms to its teeth assistance. The stud is he good. I'll gladly see the way we take Our goal is yet some distance.

So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence. This knotted staff suffices me. What need to shorten? So the way along this labyrinth of vales to wander? Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder, where from the fountain flings eternal spray is such delight my steps would feign delay. The springtime stirs within the fragrant birches, and even the fir tree feels it. Now should then our limbs escape its gentle searches.

I notice no such thing. I bow, it is wing the steeluid in my body upon my path, I wish for frost and snow. How sadly rises in complete and ruddy the moon's lone disk, with its belated glow, and lights so diemly that as one advances, at every step one strikes a rock or three. Let us then uses Jack o'lantun's glances. I see one yonder barning merryly, Oh dear, my friend, I will live vide thine attendance. Why is to so vainly direspendence be kind enough to light us up?

Reverence, I hope will be enabled to curb my temperament unstable For zig zag courses we are wont to keep.

Indeed, he would like mankind to imitate. Now in the devil's name goes straight, or I'll blow out his beings flickering spark.

You are the master of the house I mark, and I shall try to serve you nicely, but then reflect the mountain's magic. Mad today, And if a will o the wisp must guide you on the way, you mustn't take things too precisely.

An alternating song.

We, it seems, have entered newly in the sphere of dreams, enchanted to.

The beaty guide us truly that our feet befo us planted each of us that days of spaces.

See them swiftly changing places, Trees haun trees beside us stooping, and the crags are behove our stooping, and the rocky snouts out growing.

Hear them snoring, hear them blowing over.

The stones, the grasses flowing stream and stream. Let's seek the hollow here I noises songs that follow. Here, I tender love petitions.

Voices of those heavily visions, sounds of love and like, And that goes like traditions of all those complaint and hollow who sho.

Nearer har James screech alver.

Are they all awake and crying? He does. Allamander pushes floata belitut the bushes.

And the roots like serpents twisted through the sand and boulders, toiling cry just weirdest links and coiling to entrap as unresisted.

Living nuts and oralzon canny fill with polloper santeni for the wonder mis off lying thousand colored herd wise hiding through the moss and through the heather.

And the fireflies link and darkle crowded swarms that's sore and sparkle, and in a weldering ass called caa.

Tell me if we still are sanding, or if further we're are sending all turning, whirling, landing trees and rocks with grinning faces, wandering like the spin in mazes.

Still increasing and expanding.

Grasp my scat it hot and daunted. Here a middle peak is planted, whence one sea tweet a maze mammon in the mountain blade.

How strangely glimmers through the hollows, a dreary light like that of dawn. Its exhalation tracks and follows the deepest gorges, faint and wan. Here steam there rolling vapor sweepeth here, burns the glow through film and haze. Now like a tender thread. It creepeth now like a fountain, leaps and plays here winds away, and in a hundred divided veins the valley braids. There in a corner, pressed and sundered it self, detaches, spreads and fades. Here gush the sparkles

Has not some ammon grandly lighted his palace for his festive night. It is lucky thou hast seen the sight. The boisterous guests approach that were invited.

How raves the tempest through the air with what fierce blows upon my neck?

Is beating under the old reabs of the rock, retreating, hold fast lest thou behold down the abyss. There the night the mist is black. Hark how the forests grind and cracked, harken. The pillars are shattered, the evergreen palaces shaking. Boughs are groaning and breaking, the tree trunks terribly thunder. The roots are twisting a sun in frightfully intricate, crashing each on the is dashing and over the extreme gorgeous. The tempest whistles and sides. He has the dow voices

Y the crop the crowd for carnival.

Voice one alone, Old Baboo is coming now.

She rides upon a pharaoh saw.

Which is coarse, And.

Follow everyone, Which way comest thou hither?

Voice two or the ilsen stone.

I peeped at the owl in her nest alone, How she's stared and glad?

We take thee to hell? Why is so fast and so fall?

She has scored and has flayed me? See the wounds she has.

Made me, which is chorus the wizards semi chorus, as does the sill.

We crawl before us go.

The women all went towards the Devil's house.

Dread woman's a.

Thousand steps ahead.

We do not measure with such hair.

Woman is theft, but house aware. She hasten may man in one leap has cleared the way.

Voice one from above.

Come on, come on from rocky Lake.

Voice two from below aloft.

We'd fegne ourselves. But take We've washed and are as bright as.

Ever you will.

Yet we're eternally sterile still.

Both choruses, witches and wizards.

The wind is high, the sky.

Spark on spark, Voice.

Two from below, Halt there, who there?

Voice one from above, who.

Calls from the rocky cleft below there, Voice two from below.

Take me to take me too.

I'm climbing now three hundred years, and yet the summit cannot see among my equals, I would.

Be both choruses, witches and wizards.

Ben himself tonight.

Half witch below.

So long I.

Stumble, ill bestead, and the others are now so far ahead. At home, I've neither rest nor cheer, and yet I cannot gain them.

Here each.

Flies, both choruses, witches and wizards.

The lad which.

They settle down, they crowd and push, They roar and clitter, They wire and whistle, pull and chatter. They shine and spit and stink and barn that reach elementary larnt keep close, or we are parted in our time?

Where are thou in the distance?

Here?

What?

While so far astray? Then house right, I must yield and clear the way, make room square. Volunt comes room, gentle rebel, room here doctor, hold to me in one jump, will resume, and in your space and from the crowd be free. It is too much even for the like of me Yond though its special light. There is something shining clearer within those bushes I have a mind to see. Come on, we'll slip a little.

Nearer, spirit of contradiction. On, I'll follow straight tis planned most wisely, if I judge are right, we climb the Brocken's top in the Volpurgis night that arbitrarily hear ourselves. We isolate.

But see what motly flames among the head There is a lively club together in smaller circles. One is not allow.

Better the summit. I must own there fire and whirling smoke. I see they seek the evil one in wild confusion. Many enigmas there might find solution.

But there enigmas also not at b Leave to the multitude, dear riot, Here will we house ourselves in quir It is an old transmitted trade that in the greater world the little walls are made ice start nudianchis congregate the old ones wailed and hidden shrewdly. On my account, be kind nor treat them rudely. The trouble is small, the fun is great. I hear the noise of instruments at tuning while dean. Yet one must learn to bear the croning. Come, come along, it must be. I declare, I'll go ahead

Wilt thou to introduce us to the revel? Assume the part of wizard or of devil?

I am mostly used. It is true to go incognito. But on a gala day one may his orders show. The garter does not dack my suit, but honored and at home is here at the cloven foot pursives doo yonder snail. It come at, slow and steady, so delicately it's feelers pry that it had centered me already. I cannot hear this guise me if I try, But come, we will go from this fire to anua. I am the go between and Tao daoua to some.

Who are sitting around dying embers.

Oh gentlemen, why at the outskirts, And I'd praise you if I found you snuggling in the center with youth and revel round you like a jew. You each at home mark quite enough alone, General, say.

Who would put his trust in nations? However for them one may have worked and plan for With the people, as with women, youth always has the upper hand.

Minister, They're now too far from what is justin sage. I praise the old ones, not unduly. When we were all in all then truly then was the real Golden age, parvenu.

We also were not stupid either, and what we should not often did. But now all things have from their basis slid, just as we meant to hold them fast together.

Author who now a work of moderate since we'll read such works are held as antiquate and mossy. And as regards the younger folk, indeed they never yet have been supert and.

Saucy Mephistopheles, who all at once appears very old.

I feel that men are ripe forsment playing. Now for the last time, I have Doutchershiel assented. Since to the lease my cask is drained away. There walls as well must soon be added Huxter Witch.

Ye, gentlemen, don't pass me. Thus, let not the chance neglect it be. Behold my wares attentively. The stock is rare and various. And yet there's nothing I've collected. No shop on earth like this you'll find which has not once sore hurt inflicted upon the world and on mankind. No daggers here that set not blood to flowing. No cup that hath not, once within a healthy frame, poured speedy death in poison glowing. No gems that have not

The time is thou badly comprehendest. What is done has happed? What perhaps is done? It are better? If form of wealthy is thou sandest? By such alone? Can we be one?

Let me not lose myself in all this pother This is affair was another.

The wild pull swells a ball tauad shop to die cell amazingly the show. But who is that not her? Especially it is Lilt who Adam's first wife is see beware the lure within her lovely tresses, the splendid soul, adornment of her hair. When she succeed dear with a ute to snare, not soon again she frees him from her chesses.

Those two, the old one with the young ones sitting, they've danced already more than fitting.

No rest tonight for young or old. They start another dance. Come now, let us take hold.

Faust dancing with the young witch.

A lovely dream once came to me. I then beheld an apple tree, and there two fairest apples shone. They lured me, so I climbed thereon huckster witch.

Apples have been desired by you since first in paradise. They grew, and I am moved with joy to know that's such within my garden.

Grow dancing with the old one, it dies.

A little dreams once came to me daring, and I saw a cloven tree which had a yet as it was, I fancied a old witch.

I offer here my best salute unto the night with a cloven foot. Let him prepare if him.

Does not scare procto phantasmist, accursed folk, how dare you venture? Thus had you not long since demonstration that ghosts can't stand on ordinary foundation? And now you even dance.

Like one of us Huxtera witch dancing.

Why does he come then to our ball dancing?

Oh? Everywhere on him you fall when others dance. He weighs the matter. If he can't every step be chatter, then tis the same as where the step made. But if you forwards go, his ire is most displayed, and you would whirl in regular gyration as he.

Does in his dull old mill.

He'd show at any rate good will, especially if you heard and heeded his hortation.

You still are here. Nay tis a thing unheard? Vanish at once we've said the enlightened word. The pack of devils, by no rules is daunted. We are so wise, And yet is tegel haunted to clear the folly out? Now have I swept and stirred, twill ne'er be clean? Why tis a thing unheard?

Then cease to bore us at our ball?

I tell you spirits to your face. I give to spirit despotism no place. My spirit cannot practice.

It at all.

The dance continues, nought will succeed.

I see amid such rebels, Yet something from a tour, I always say, and hope before my last step to the grave, to overcome the poets and the devils.

He now will sit him in the nearest puddle the solstice, whereof he is most a sealed and run upon his rump the lyches hang and fuddle, he will be spirits and of spirit, choed.

To Faust, who has left the dance.

Wherefore forsake is to doubt the lovely maiden that in the dance so sweetly sang ah.

In the midst of it there sprang a red mouse from her mouth.

Sufficient reason that is nothing one must not so squam as be so the mouse was not gray enough? Hoodie, who think of that in love's selected season?

Then saw I what Mephisto seest thou there alone and far a girl, most pale and fair. She falters on her way, scarce, knowing as if with fettered feet that stay her going. I must confess. Its seems to me as if my kindly Margaret were.

She let the thing be all denths heavyvil drawn. It is a magic shape, a lifeless at along such deen counter is not good, dear blank, said Stare denounced a human blood, and to one is almost done to stone. Medusa's tale to thee is known.

Forsooth the eyes They are of one whom dying no hand, with loving pressure closed. That is the breast whereon I once was lying the body sweet beside which I reposed.

It is magic, all thou fool, said Eusta, so zily on each man his loves, he seems to be the.

Woe the rapture so ensnare me that from her gaze I cannot tear me and strange around her fairest throat, a single scarlet band is gleaming, no broader than a knife blade, seeming.

Quite right to Mark. I also noted her head beneath her arms. He will sometimes carry it. Has Perseus lopped it her old adversary tur creffas did the same illusions steel. Come let us mount this little heel. The pratter shows no liveliest tear. And if they have not puched my sense, I verily say a theater, what's going on?

Servibilis?

It will shortly recommence a new performance? Tis the last of seven? To give that number as the custom here twas by a dilettante written and de lttante in the parts appear that now I vanish pardon, I entreat you as de lettante. I the curtain rays.

When I, upon the Blacksburg meet you, I find it good. Aw that is your proper place.

End of Scene twenty one, Scene twenty two. Valpurgis Knight's dream Oberon and Titania's golden wedding into Metso manager.

Sons of Minning rest to day needless your machinery, misty veil and mountain gray. That is all the scenery, herald.

Let the wedding golden be must fifty years be rounded, But the golden give to me when the strifes compounded.

Oberon, spirrits, if you're here, be seen, show yourselves delighted, fairy king and fairy Queen, they are newly plighted.

Puck cometh, puck and lights of limb, whisks and wells and measure come a hundred after him to share with him the pleasure Ariel.

Ariel's song is heavenly pure. His tones are sweet and rare ones. Though ugly faces he allure, yet he allures the fair ones.

Oberon, spouses, who would fain agree, learn how we were mated. If your pairs would love him be first be separated Titania, the Throughim's.

West control and the Mandurator take him to the Northern Pole and heard to the equator.

Orchestra Tucci fortissimousions from amusis solo see.

The bagpipe on our check tis discipline bubble here.

The sneakish, sneakyh schnack through his nostrils, double.

Spirit just growing into form.

Spider's foot and punch of toad and little wings. We know a little creature twill not be, but yet a little poem, a little couplet.

You'll never.

Inquisitive traveler is but masquerading play see I with precision oberon the beauteous fay meets tonight my vision orth the dogs, not.

A claw, no tail I see, and yet beyond a cavil like the gods of Greece. Must he also be a devil?

Northern Artist.

I only cease wiskeitchy air some outlines of the attorney.

Yet I betimes myself prepared for my Italian journey, Purist. My bad luck brings me here. I'll ask how roars the orgy of louder and not the witches in the mass, but only two wear powder, young witch huckster.

Witch powder becomes like petticoat, a gray and wrinkled, naughty. So I sit naked on my goat and show a strapping body.

Matron, We've too much tact and policy to rate with gibes. A scolder yet young and tender, though you be, I hope to see you molder.

Leader of the band, fly snout and mosquito bill don't form, So round the naked frog in grass and cricket trill observe the time, and naked.

Weather cock towards one side.

Society to one's desire. Brides only am the sweetest and bachelor's of youth and fire and prospects.

The completens towards the other side.

And if the earth don't open now to swallow up each ranter, why then will I myself I pow jump into hell and standing zenies.

Us as little insects sea with sharpest snippers flitting that are Papa Satan. We may honor as is fitting hennings.

How in crowds together mast they are jesting, shameless. They will even say at last that their hearts are blameless.

Musajets among this witch's revelry, his way one gladly loses. And truly it would easier be than to command the muses.

Ci devon genius of the age, the proper folks one's talents, lad come on and nun shop pass us. The Blocksburg has a summit broad like Germany's Parnassus.

Inquisitive traveler, say, who's that stiff and pompous man? He walks with haughty paces? He snuffles all he snuffle can he sends the Jesuits traces crane.

Both clear and muddy streams for me are good to fish and sport in. And thus the pious man you see with even the devil's consorting worldling.

Yes, for the pious, I suspect, all instruments are fitting, and on the Blocksburg they are erect full many a place of meeting dancer, A newer.

Chorus now succeeds. I hear the distant drumming. Don't be disturbed. 'tisn't the reeds, the bitterns changeless.

Booming dancing master, how each his legs and nimble trip lifts up and makes a clearance. The crooked jump, the heavy skip, Nor care for the appearance, good.

Fellow, the rebel boy such height are held to mime and slid delardge them as orpheus lawyer. The brooch compelled the beg pop here you not them.

Dogmatist, I'll not be read by any lure of doubts or critic cavils. The devil must be something sure, or how should there be devils?

Idealist This once, the fancy wrought in me is really too despotic forsooth. If I am all I see, I must be idiotic realist.

This racking fuss. On every hand, it gives me great vexation, And for the first time here I stand on insecure foundation.

Supernaturalist with much delight. I see the play and grant to these their merits, Since from the devils I also may infer the better spirits.

Skeptic the flame.

They follow on and on and think they're near the treasure. But devil rhymes with doubt alone. So I am here with pleasure. Leader of the band, frog in green and cricket trill. Such dilatats perdition, Why snow dan mosquito bill each won the five musician the adroit sans souci, you call the clan merry creatures, So then go off with no more if we can, and on our heads we go.

Then the awkward.

Once many a bit we sponged. But now God help us, that is done. With our shoes are all danced out.

We trow.

We've but naked souls to run with willow the wisps.

From the marshes. We appear where we originated. Yet in the ranks at once We're here as glittering gallants, raided shooting.

Star darting hither from the sky in star and firelight, shooting crosswise now in grass eye, lie, who will help me to my footing?

The heavy fellows room and.

Round this room prod the grasses spirits also spirits.

Calm, and they are mashes puck to not so still fed quite like elephant calves about one, and the heaviest waight tonight to be puck himself, the stout one ariel.

If loving nature at your back, or mind the wings uncloses, follow up my airy track to the mount of Roses.

Orchestra pianissimo.

Cloud now eliminated, air and leaves winded, and all is desidated.

Scene twenty three, dreary day, the field in misery, in despair, long wretchedly astray on the face of the earth, and now imprisoned that gracious, ill starred creature, shut in a dungeon as a criminal, and given up to fearful torments to this?

Has it come to this treacherous, contemptible spirit, And thou hast concealed it me? Stand, then stand, roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head. Stand and defy me with thine intolerable presence, imprisoned in irretrievable misery, deliver it up to evil spirits and to condemning unfeeling man. And thou hast lulled me meanwhile with the most insipid dissipations, hast concealed from me her increasing wretchedness, and suffered her to get hopelessly to ruin.

She's not the first dog.

Abominable monster. Transform him, thou infinite Spirit, Transform the reptile again into his dog shape, in which it pleased him often at night to scamper before me, to roll himself at the feet of the unsuspecting wanderer, and hang upon his shoulders when he fell. Transform him again into his favorite likeness, that he may crawl upon his belly in the dust before me, that I may trample him, the

Now we are already again at the end of our weights. Huet understanding of you men runs wild. Why didst thou empting to follow shiputez If thou canst not carry doubt, would fry and art not secure against dizziness? Did me trust ourselves upon thee art? Thou thyself upon.

Us gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me. It fills me with horrible disgust. Mighty glorious Spirit, who hast vouchsafed to me thine apparition, who knowest my heart and my soul? Why fetter me to the felon comrade who feeds on mischief and gluts himself with ruin. Hast thou done rescue her, or woe to thee. The fearfulest curse be upon THEE for thousands of ages.

I cannot loosen the bonds of the avenger gnaw unto his balls, rescue her. Who was it that plunged her in droom?

I art, thou faust looks around wildly.

Wilt thou grasp atandr well that it has not been given to you miserable mortals to crust to pieces the innocent respondent, That is the tyrant fashion of living oneself in embarrassments.

Take me thither, she shall be free, and.

The danger to which thou wilt expose thyself. Now that the guilt of blood from thy hand still lies upon the town, avenging spirits hover over the spot where the victim fell, and lie in wait for the returning burder.

That too from THEE, murder and death of a world upon thee monster. Take me thither, I say, and liberate her.

I will convey THEE dear and hear what I can do. Have I all the power in heaven and on art, I will be cloud the jailer senses. Get possession of the key and lead how hot with human hand, I will keep watch the mesic steets are ready. I will carry you off, so much is in my power.

Up and away.

Scene twenty four, night, open field, Faust and Mephistopheles, speeding onward on black horses.

What weave they there around the raven stone?

I know not what they are brewing and doing, soaring.

Up, sweeping down, bowing and bending. A witch's guild, they scatter to vote and doom on on.

Scene twenty five, dungeon, Faust with a bunch of keys and a lamp before an iron door.

A shudder, long and felt comes o'er me. Mankind's collected woe o'erwhelms me. Here she dwells within the dark, damp walls before me, and all her crime was a delusion. Dear what I delay to free her? I dread once again to see her on my shrinking but lingers death more near.

He grasps the lock. The sound of singing is heard inside, Margaret singing, my.

Mother, the hollowd who put me to dasth my father, the viola who eaten me has little sister so good laid my bones in the wood, in the damp moss and clay. That was I beautiful birder. The wood fly away, fly.

Away, faust unlocking, She does not dream. Her lover listens near that he the rattling chain, the rustling straw can hear.

He enters, hiding herself on the pallet.

Whoa, whoa, they come, Oh, death of bitterness.

Whispering, hush, hush.

The hour is come that frees thee.

Throwing herself before him.

Art thou a man, then pity my distress.

Thy cry as will wake the guards, and they will seize thee.

He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them on her knees.

Who headsman unto thee? Such power over me could give? Thou art come for me at midnight hour, Have mercy on me. Let me is not soon enough. When morning chime has run, she rises. And yet I am so young, so young, and now death comes and ruin. I too was fair, and that was my undoing. My love was near, But now he's far tornalize the wreath scattered, the blossoms are Seize me, not thus so violently, Spare me. What have I done to thee? Let me not vainly entreat thee.

Shall I outlive this misery?

Now am I holy in thy might? But let me suckle first, my baby I blistered all this live long night. They tooke to a way to vex me maybe, And now they say I killed the child outright, and never shall I be glad again. They sing songs about me. Tis bad of the folk to do it. There's an old story has the same refrain. Who bade them so construe it?

Falling upon his knees, here lieth one who loves thee ever the thraldom.

Of thy woe to sever, flinging herself beside him.

Oh, let us kneel and call the saints to hide us under the steps beside us, the threshold under hell heaves in thunder, the evil one, with terrible wrath seeketh a path his prey to discover.

Aloud Margaret, Margaret, attentively listening.

That was the voice of my lover.

She springs to her feet. The fetters fall off.

Where is he?

I heard him call me? I am free? No one shall enthrall me to his neck? Will I fly on his bosom? Lie on the threshold he stood, and Margaret, calling midst of Hell's howling and noises appalling midst of the wrathful, infernal derision. I knew the sweet sound of the voice of the vision.

Tis I tis thou, O say it.

Once again, clasping him, Tis he tis he? Where now is all my pain, the anguish of the dungeon and the chain, tis thou. Thou comest to save me? And I am saved again? The street I see where first I looked on thee and the garden brightly blooming, where I and Martha wait thy.

Coming struggling to leave.

Come, come with me?

Delay now, so fain I stay when thou delayest, caressing him away.

Now, if longer here thou stayest, we shall be made to dearly rue it.

Kiss me?

Canst no longer do it? My friend? So short a time thou art missing, and hast unlearned thy kissing? Why is my heart so anxious on thy breast where once a heaven thy glances did create me a heaven thy loving words expressed, and thou didst kiss as thou wouldst suffocate me, Kiss me, or I'll kiss thee.

She embraces him.

Ah, whoe, thy lips are chill, and still how changed in fashion? Thy passion? Who has done me this ill?

She turns away, from him.

Come follow me, my darling, be more bold. I'll clasp thee soon with warmth a thousandfold. But follow now? Tis all I beg of THEE turning to him?

And is it thou thou? Surely?

Certainly tis I? Come on?

Thou wilt unloose my chain? And in thy lap? Wilt thou take me once again? How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me? Say dost thou know my friend, whom thou mayst free?

Come? Come the knight already vanisheth?

My mother?

Have I put to death? I've drowned the baby born to thee? Was it not given to thee?

And me thee?

Too?

Tis thou it scarcely true? Doth seem give me thy hand? Tis not a dream, thy dear dear hand? But ah tis wet? Why wipe it off? Methinks that yet there's blood thereon?

Ah?

God, what hast thou done?

Nay?

Sheathe thy sword?

At last?

Do not affray me?

Oh, let the past be past. Thy words will slay me?

No, No, thou must outlive us.

Now.

I'll tell thee the graves to give us. Thou must begin to morrow the work of sorrow the best place give my mother. Then close at her side, my brother and me a little away, but not too very far, I pray, And here on my right breast my baby lay. Nobody else will lie beside me, ah within thine arms to hide me. That was a sweet and gracious bliss. But no more, no more can I attain it. I would force myself on thee and constrain it. And it

If thou feel'st it is, I then come with me out yonder to freedom.

If the grave is there, death lying in wait, then come from here to eternal rest. No further step, No, no, thou goest away? Oh, Henry, if I could go.

Thou canst just will it open? Stands the door?

I dare not go. There's no hope anymore. Why should I fly? They'll still my steps way lay. It is so wretched, forced to beg my living, and a bad conscience sharper misery giving. It is so wretched to be strange forsaken, and I'd still be followed and taken.

I'll stay with thee.

Be quick, be quick, save thy perishing child away. Follow the ridge up by the brook, over the bridge, into the wood to the left, where the plank is placed in the pool. Seize it in haste, tis trying to rise, tis struggling still, save it, Save it.

Recall thy wandering will one step, and thou art free at last.

If the mountain we had only passed, there sits my mother upon I feel an icy shiver. There sits my mother upon a stone, and her head is wagging. Ever she beckons, she nods not, her heavy head falls over. She slept so long that she wakes no more. She slept while we were caressing. Ah, those were the days of blessing.

Here words and prayers are nothing worth. I'll venture then to bear thee forth.

No let me go.

I'll suffer no force grasp me not so murderously. I've done else, all things for the love of thee.

The day dawns, dearest dearest.

Day, Yes, the day comes. The last day breaks for me, my wedding day. It was to be tell no one thou hast been with Margaret. Woe for my garland. The chances are over, tis all in vain. We shall meet once again, but not at the dancers. The crowd is thronging. No word is spoken. The square below and the streets overflow. The death bell tolls, The wand is broken. I am seized and bound and delivered, shoved to the block. They

Oh had I ne'er been born?

Appears outside?

Ah are you all lost? Dear morn, useless, talking, delaying and praying. My horses are mahing. The morning twilight is near?

What rises up from the threshold? Here he he suffer him not? What does he want in this holy spot? He seeks me? Thou shalt live judgment of God myself to THEE I give.

To Faust, Come or I'll leave, Hide the large and thee.

Thine am I Father? Rescue me? Ye angels, holy cohorts guard me camp around and from evil ward me Henry. I shudder to think of thee.

She is judged from above, She is saved to Faust.

Hidare to me.

He disappears with Faust from within, dying away.

Henry Henry.

End of scene twenty five. End of Faust, Part one,