Faust I & II

(1808 & 1831)

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

DEDICATION

Once more you hover close, elusive shapes
my eyes but dimly glimpsed when I was young.
Shall I now try to hold you captive?
Do these illusions still attract my heart?
Nearer yet you crowd! So be it! Do your will     
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as forth from mist and fog you rise about me?
the breath of magic that surrounds your train
stirs in my breast a youthful strength of feeling.

Images of happy days accompany you,
and many dear familiar shades emerge,
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first loves and early friendships too,
like ancient tales whose words are half forgotten;
pain is renewed, lament reiterates
life's perplexing labyrinth
and names kind friends, cheated of joy by fortune,  
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who have disappeared ahead of me.

The souls for whom I sang my early songs
will never hear the songs that follow;
those many friends are all dispersed,
their first response, alas! is long since muted.    
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My tragic song will now be heard by strangers
whose very praise must cause my heart misgivings,
and those to whom my song gave pleasure,
if still they live, roam scattered everywhere.


I feel the spell of long-forgotten yearning     25
for that serene and solemn spirit realm,
and like an aeolian harp my murmuring song
lets its uncertain tones float through the air.
I feel a sense of dread, tear after tear is falling,
my rigid heart is tenderly unmanned?    30
what I possess seems something far away
and what had disappeared proves real.




PRELUDE ON THE STAGE


Enter MANAGER, POET-PLAYWRIGHT, and PLAYER OF COMIC ROLES.


MANAGER. You two who have so often been of help
to me in trial and tribulation,
tell me, now that we're here in Germany,    35
how well you think our enterprise will fare.
I'd greatly like to satisfy the public--
not least because they're easy-going.
The posts are set, the boards are laid,
and everyone expects a splendid show.    40
Already in their places, quiet and expectant,
they're hoping to be pleasantly surprised.
I know what counts for popularity,
and yet I've never been quite so uneasy--
of course they are not used to anything first-rate,   45
but still they've done an awful lot of reading.
How shall we offer only what is fresh and new

yet won't offend because it's just absurd?
As well you know,
I like to see the public
when they are surging towards our tent    50
and, with a litany of groans and grumbling,
squeeze through the narrow gate of grace;
when in broad daylight, not yet four o'clock,
they shove and fight to reach our cash-box
and,
as at the bakery-door for bread in time of famine,  55
they nearly break their necks to get a ticket.
With people of such different kinds, poets alone
perform this miracle--your task, my friend, today!


POET. Spare me your public and its varied kinds--
to glimpse it is enough to put our thoughts to rout!   60
Don't let me see the surging crowd that can,
against our wills, draw us into its whirl.
Take me instead to some celestial refuge
where nothing blights the poet's quiet joy
and where with godlike bounty love and friendship    65
create and nurture the blessings of our hearts.

Alas! what had its source in depths of feeling
and timid lips could only stammer,
defective here, but here perhaps successful,
is brutally engulfed by the tempestuous moment.
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Often it is expressed in perfect form
only after many years of effort.
What glitters, lives but for the moment;
what has real worth, survives for all posterity.


PLAYER. Don't talk about posterity to me!     75
Suppose I chose to preach posterity,
who'd entertain the present generation?

Amusement's what they want, and what they'll get.
A fine young fellow here and now is not,
in my opinion, altogether worthless.          80
If you know how to say your say and be relaxed,
you aren't embittered by the public's whims--
one even wants a good-sized audience,
to be more sure of getting a response.
So don't be shy or hide your excellence:     85
let us hear Phantasy with all her choirs,
hear Reason, Good Sense, Sentiment, and Passion,
and take good care that Folly too is heard.


MANAGER. The main thing, though, is having lots of action!
Spectators come expecting something they can see.
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If you unreel enough before the public's eyes
to make them marvel open-mouthed,
a quantitative triumph is already won,
and you're the man they idolize.
Only by mass can you subdue the masses--    95
there's then enough for all to have their pick.
Offer a lot, and lots get what they want,

and no one leaves the theater uncontented.
Don't wait because your piece is still in pieces!
Whatever you've concocted is sure to be a hit,    100
and simple recipes are simple to serve up.

Nor does it help to offer anything complete--
your audience will only tear it all apart.


POET. You don't appreciate how low such hackwork is,
or how unworthy of a genuine artist.    
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I see that you derive your principles
from the fine efforts of incompetents.

MANAGER. Your accusation doesn't hurt my feelings:
a man who wants to be effective
must know the worth of proper tools.   
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Remember that the wood you have to split is soft,
and don't lose sight of whom you're writing for!
If one is driven here by boredom,
another's come from gorging at the table;

and worst of all, for many we are but   115
a change from reading magazines.
It's curiosity that makes them rush our way,
as mindless as if to a masquerade;

the ladies displaying themselves and their finery
take supporting parts at no expense to us.    120
What do you poets dream of on Parnassus?
Why should a full house make you happy?
Take a close look at the patrons you have,
half are indifferent, the rest are boors!
After the play, he counts on playing cards,   125
and he on a wild night in some girl's arms--
why, in a cause like this, must you poor fools
so sorely try the Muses' kindness?
If you just give them more and more, and then still more,
I guarantee you'll never miss the mark.   130
Just try to keep your audience distracted;
to please them is no easy task. . . .
But what's this paroxysm--ecstasy or pain?

POET. Go find yourself another hireling
if you expect that merely for your sake the poet  135
shall wantonly forfeit the fundamental right
with which he and all men are endowed by Nature!
What is the force that lets him move all hearts
and even make the elements obey him?

The consonance between what surges from his heart  140
and what that heart in turn takes from the world!
When Nature, unconcerned, twirls her endless thread
and fixes it upon the spindle,
when all creation's inharmonious myriads
vex us with a potpourri of sound,               145
who then divides the strand monotonously unreeling
and gives it life and rhythmic motion,
who summons single voices to the general choir
where music swells in glorious accord?
Who endows the storm with raging passions    150
or lets the sunset glow in somber mood?
Who bestrews the paths of those we love
with all the fairest blooms of spring?
Who plaits from humble leaves of green
garlands that honor merit however achieved?   155
Who preserves Olympus and keeps the gods assembled?--
The Poet who incarnates this human power!


PLAYER. In that case, put your fine abilities to use
and
manage your literary business
the way a love affair's conducted.
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Two meet by chance, are smitten, don't go on,
and bit by bit they get involved;
there's growing happiness, with trials to test it;
joy knows no bounds, and then there's misery,
and so before you know it you have got a novel,   165
Let the play we give be just like that!
From the whole store of human life just grab some bit--
we all live life, and yet to most it's something strange,
so that it is of interest, whatever you may pick.

Lively scenes that aren't too lucid--     170
much confusion, a glimmer of truth--
best let you brew the drink that satisfies
and yet refreshes one and all.
that's provided, then your play will draw
the young elite, alert for any revelation,
and from your work more tender souls
will suck the nourishment of melancholy,
and in the various emotions you arouse
all then will recognize what they themselves have felt.

They're still as prone to weeping as to laughter,
still like fine turns of speech, delight in make-believe--

there is no pleasing those who are adult and know it,
but those who're young won't fail to show appreciation.

POET. Then give me, too, those days again
when I was young and life still lay ahead,

when one new song after the other
welled forth in an unceasing stream,
when through a veil of fog I saw the world,
and every bud still promised miracles,
when I gathered the myriad flowers
profusely filling every vale.
I had no worldly goods, yet had enough:
desire for truth and joy in make-believe.
Give me again my untamed passions:
the power to hate, the strength to love--

give me back my youth again!

PLAYER. Perhaps, my friend, you may need youth
when you're beset by enemies in battle,
when all-too-charming girls insist
on throwing their arms about your neck,
when in a race the victor's wreath
beckons afar from the hard-sought goal,
or when the frenzied whirl of dancing
ends in a night of revelry and wassail.
It's up to you old gentlemen, however,
to play with sure and pleasing touch
whatever instrument you've mastered
and to meander gracefully
toward the goals you've set yourselves--
do that, and we won't think the less of you.
The saying,
age makes childish, is not true;
it only finds us really children still.


MANAGER. This altercation's gone on long enough,
it's time I saw some action too!
While you are polishing fine phrases
something useful could be going on.
What's the point of harping on the proper mood?
It never comes to him who shilly-shallies.

Since you pretend to be a poet,
make poetry obey your will.
You know that what we need
is a strong drink to gulp down fast,
so set to work and brew it!

What's left undone today, is still not done tomorrow;
to every day there is a use and purpose;
let Resoluteness promptly seize
the forelock of the Possible,
and then, reluctant to let go again,
she's forced to carry on and be productive.
As well you know, these German theaters
let everyone do exactly as he wants;
since that's the case, this is no time to stint
on scenery or stage effects.

Put both the sun and moon to use,
be lavish with the stars and planets--
nor are we short of fire or water,
of precipices, birds, or beasts.
So now upon our modest stage act out
creation in its every aspect,
and move with all deliberate haste
from heaven, through the world, to hell!




PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN


Heaven opens, revealing the LORD and HEAVENLY HOSTS;
three ARCHANGELS step forward.


RAPHAEL. In ancient rivalry with fellow spheres
the sun still sings its glorious song,
and it completes with tread of thunder

the journey it has been assigned.
Angels gain comfort from the sight,
though none can fully grasp its meaning;

all that was wrought, too great for comprehension,
still has the splendor of its primal day.


GABRIEL. The earth as well revolves in splendor
with speed beyond all comprehending;

brightness like that of paradise
alternates with deep and awesome night;
the sea's vast floods surge up and break
in foam against the rocks' deep base,
and rock and sea are hurled along
in the eternal motion of the spheres--
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MICHAEL. Contending storms sweep onward too
from sea to land, from land to sea,

and in their rage create a causal chain
whose power is far-reaching and profound.
Lo! a flash of devastation
lightens the path of coming thunder.
But still Your messengers, o Lord,
revere the quiet movement of Your light.


THE THREE. Angels gain comfort from the sight,
though none can fully grasp Your Being,
and all the grandeur You have wrought
still has the splendor of its primal day.


Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Since, Lord, You once again are come
to ask us how we're getting on,
and before have often welcomed me,
You see among Your servants me as well.
I'm sorry I can't offer high-flown language,
not even though all here assembled may deride me;

pathos from me, in any case, would make You laugh
if You had not stopped laughing long ago.
I've no remarks to make about the sun or planets,
I merely see how mankind toils and moils.  
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Earth's little gods still do not change a bit,
are just as odd as on their primal day.
Their lives would be a little easier
if You'd not let them glimpse the light of heaven--
they call it Reason and employ it only
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to be more bestial than any beast.
Saving Your Grace's presence, to my mind
they're like those crickets with long legs
who won't stop flying though they only hop, and promptly
sing the same old song down in the grass again.
And if they'd only keep on lying in the grass--
they stick their noses into every dirty mess!


LORD. Do you have nothing else to tell me?
Do you ever come except to criticize?
Is nothing ever right for you on earth?
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MEPHISTOPHELES.
No, Lord! I find things there, as always, downright bad.
I am so sorry for mankind's unending miseries
that even I am loath to plague the wretches.


LORD. Do you know Faust?

MEPHISTOPHELES. The doctor?

LORD. And my servant!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Indeed? He serves You in a curious way.
The fool is not content with earthly food or drink.
Some ferment makes him want what is exotic,
yet he's half conscious of his folly;
from heaven he claims as his the brightest stars,
and from the earth all of its highest joys,
but nothing near and nothing far away
can satisfy a heart so deeply agitated.'


LORD. Though now he only serves me blindly and ineptly,
I soon shall lead him into clarity--
the gardener knows, when the sapling turns green,
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that blossoms and fruit will brighten future years.


MEPHISTOPHELES. What'll You bet? You'll lose him yet
if You grant me permission
to guide him gently along my road.

LORD. So long as he is still alive on earth, 315
nothing shall prohibit your so doing--
men err as long as they keep striving.


MEPHISTOPHELES. You have my thanks--as for the dead,
I never did much care to bother with them.

Full healthy cheeks are what I best prefer. 320
I'm not at home to any corpse,
and like the cat prefer my mouse alive.


LORD. So be it! Do as you are minded!
Divert this spirit from its primal source,
and drag him, if you can keep hold of him,
along your downward path,

and stand abashed when you must needs admit:
a good man, in his groping intuition,
is well aware of what's his proper course.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Agreed! The business won't take long.
As for my bet, I'm not the least bit worried.
When I achieve my purpose,
let me beat my breast triumphantly.
Dust shall he eat, and greedily,
like my celebrated serpent-cousin.


LORD. When that occurs, again come uninvited.
I have no hate for creatures of your kind.
Of all the spirits of negation
rogues like you bother me the least.
Human activity slackens all too easily,
and people soon are prone to rest on any terms;
that's why I like to give them the companion
who functions as a prod and does a job as devil.

But may, true sons of heaven, you delight
in beauty's living richness!
May the power of growth that works and lives forever
encompass you in love's propitious bonds,
and may you give the permanence of thought
to that which hovers in elusive forms.


Heaven closes; exeunt ARCHANGELS, severally.

MEPHISTOPHELES. (SOLUS) I like to see the Old Man now and then,
and take good care to keep on speaking terms.

It is quite decent of a mighty lord to chat
and be so human with the very devil.




PART ONE OF THE TRAGEDY


     NIGHT

A high-vaulted, narrow Gothic room. FAUST, sitting restless at a desk.

FAUST
I've studied now, to my regret,
I'hilosophy, Law, Medicine,
and--what is worst--Theology
Iniin end to end with diligence.
Yet here I am, a wretched fool
uid still no wiser than before.
I've become Master, and Doctor as well,
and for nearly ten years I have led
my young students a merry chase,
up, down, and every which way--
and find we can't have certitude.
This is too much for heart to bear!
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I well may know more than all those dullards,
those doctors, teachers, officials, and priests,
be unbothered by scruples or doubts,
and fear neither hell nor its devils--
but I get no joy from anything, either,
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know nothing that I think worthwhile,
and don't imagine that what I teach
could better mankind or make it godly.
Then, too, I don't have land or money,
or any splendid worldly honors.
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No dog would want to linger on like this!
That is why I've turned to magic,
in hope that with the help of spirit-power
I might solve many mysteries,
so that I need no longer toil and sweat
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to speak of what I do not know,
can learn what, deep within it,
binds the universe together,
may contemplate all seminal forces--
and be done with peddling empty words.
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O radiant moon for whom I have
so often, waking at this desk,
sat at midnight watching until
I saw you, melancholy friend, appear
above my books and papers--would that this
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were the last time you gazed upon my grief!

If only I, in your kind radiance,
could wander in the highest hills
and with spirits haunt some mountain cave,
could rove the meadows in your muted light
and, rid of all learned obfuscation,
regain my health by bathing in your dew!

Alas! I'm still confined to prison.
Accursed, musty hole of stone
to which the sun's fair light itself
dimly penetrates through painted glass.
Restricted by this great mass of books
that worms consume, that dust has covered,
and that up to the ceiling-vault
are interspersed with grimy papers,
confined by glassware and wooden boxes
and crammed full of instruments,
stuffed with the household goods of generations--
such is your world, if world it can be called!

And still you wonder why your heart
is anxious and your breast constricted,
why a pain you cannot account for
inhibits your vitality completely!
You are surrounded, not by the living world
in which God placed mankind,
but, amid smoke and mustiness,
only by bones of beasts and of the dead.


You must escape from this confining world!
And will not this mysterious book
from Nostradamus' very hand
amply provide the guidance you need?
If you can read the courses of the stars
and take from Nature your instruction,
you will understand the psychic power
by which the spirit world communicates.

But arid speculation won't explain
the sacred symbols to you.--

Spirits that hover near to me,
give me an answer if you hear my voice!


(Opening the book and seeing the sign of the Macrocosm.)

Ha! as I gaze what rapture suddenly
begins to flow through all my senses!
I feel youth's sacred-vital happiness
course with new fire through every vein and fiber.
Did some god inscribe these signs
that quell my inner turmoil,
fill my poor heart with joy,
and with mysterious force unveil
the natural powers all about me?
Am I a god? I see clearly now!
In these lines' perfection I behold
creative nature spread out before my soul.
At last I understand the sage who says:
"The spirit world is not sealed off--
your mind is closed, your heart is dead!
Go, neophyte, and boldly bathe
your mortal breast in roseate dawn!"


(Contemplating the sign.)

How all things interweave as one
and work and live each in the other!
Lo! heavenly forces rise, descend,
pass golden urns from hand to hand,
crowd from on high through all the earth
on pinions redolent of blessings,
and fill the universe with harmony!

How grand a show! But, still, alas! mere show.
Infinite Nature, when can I lay hold of you
and of your breasts? You fountains of all life
on which the heavens and earth depend,
towards which my withered heart is straining--
you flow, you nurse, and yet I thirst in vain!


(Turning the pages angrily, he sees the sign of the Earth Spirit.)

How different is this sign's effect on me!
You, Spirit of Earth, are closer--
I feel my faculties becoming more acute,
I know the quickening glow of new-made wine.
I now feel brave enough to venture forth
and bear earth's torments and its joys,
to grapple with the hurricane
and not to quail although the creaking ship break up.
The sky becomes overcast---
the moon hides its light---
my lamp's flame vanishes!
Mists arise!-- Beams of red flash
about my head--- a dread chill
flows down from the ceiling-vault
and has me in its hold!
Spirit to whom I pray, I feel you hover near.
Reveal yourself!
How my heart is torn asunder! Strange feelings
stir my entire being!

My heart is now completely yours!
Obey! Obey, although my life should be the price!


He takes the book and mysteriously utters the sign of the spirit.
In a flash of reddish flame the
EARTH SPIRIT appears.

SPIRIT. Who calls to me?

FAUST (turning away). A fearful apparition!

SPIRIT. You've used great efforts to attract me,
have long exerted suction on my sphere,
and now--

FAUST. Alas, I lack the strength to face you!

SPIRIT. You beg and pant to see me,
to hear my voice, to view my face;
your urgenter has made me well disposed,
so here I am!
What paltry fear
now cows a emigod! Where is the summoning soul,
the breast that in itself conceived a world
it bore and cherished, the breast that swelled
in trembling joy to reach our spirit-plane?
Where are you, Faust, whose ringing voice I heard,
who strove with all his faculties to reach me?
Can he be you who in my aura
tremble in all your depths of being--
a worm that writhes away in fright?


FAUST. I stand my ground before you, shape of flame!
I am that Faust, I am your peer!


SPIRIT. In the tides of life, in action's storm,
I surge and ebb,
move to and fro!
As cradle and grave,
as unending sea,
as constant change,
as life's incandescence,
I work at the whirring loom of time
and fashion the living garment of God.


FAUST. How close I feel to you, industrious spirit,
whose strands encompass all the world!


SPIRIT. Your peer is the spirit you comprehend;
mine you are not!
           (Disappears)

FAUST (collapsing). Not yours?
Whose then?
I, made in God's image,
not even your counterpart!


          (A knocking is heard.)

Damnation! I know the sound of my assistant--
my happiest moment is destroyed.

Why must that humdrum plodder
disturb this plenitude of visions!


Enter WAGNER, in dressing-gown and nightcap, a lamp in his
hand.
FAUST turns, irritated.

WAGNER. Excuse me, but I hear you are declaiming;
no doubt you've been reciting some Greek tragedy?

That's a skill I wish I could improve,
since it's so useful nowadays.
I've often heard it said, with no disparagement,
that actors could give preachers useful lessons.

FAUST. They can, if the preachers are only performers,
which I suppose may sometimes be the case.

WAGNER. Still, confined to one's study so much,
even on holidays hardly seeing people
and getting only distant glimpses with a spyglass,
how can one hope to affect them with rhetoric?

FAUST. That can't be done unless you feel some passion,
unless there's something bursting from within
that by its easy innate force
conquers the hearts of all who hear you.
You may sit and compile forever,
concoct a stew of morsels left by others,
and from your feeble heap of ashes
fan paltry flames,'!

if you've an appetite for adulation
from children and from simpletons;
and yet, unless your heart is where all starts,
your efforts won't affect the hearts of others.


WAGNER. Delivery alone can make a speech a hit--
I'm well aware how much I've still to learn.

FAUST. Just try to make an honest living,
and don't put on a cap and bells!
Intelligence and proper sense
need little art to be expressed;
if you have something that you really want to say,
is there a need to hunt for words?
Let me be blunt:
those sparkling speeches you admire,
those paper baubles for mankind's amusement,
give no more solace than fog-laden winds
that sough through withered autumn leaves!


WAGNER. Alas, that art is long,
and human life so short!

Even when I'm involved in critical endeavors
my heart and mind will often have misgivings.
How hard it is to get the tools
that let one get back to the sources--
and even before one's halfway there
he's very likely to be dead.


FAUST. Is parchment then the sacred fount,
and does one drink from it forever slake our thirst?
There's nothing you can gain refreshment from
except what has its source in your own soul.


WAGNER. Excuse me if I think it a great treat
to put oneself into the spirit of past ages;
we see how wise men thought before our time,
and to what splendid heights we have attained at last.

FAUST. Oh yes, we've reached the very stars!
My friend, for us the ages that are past
must be a book with seven seals.
What's called the spirit of an age
is in the end the spirit of you persons
in whom past ages are reflected.
And then it often is a sorry sight
one look's enough to make you run away!
A trash bin and a lumber-garret;
at most, a grand-historical display
with excellent pragmatic maxims
well suited to the mouths of puppet-actors!


WAGNER. Still, the world, the human heart and mind--
everyone wants some knowledge of these things!

FAUST. Yes, what they choose to call knowledge!
Who dares give the child its proper name?
The foolish few who, with such knowledge, failed
to keep their wealth of intuitions in their hearts,
revealed their feelings and their visions to the rabble,
have in all times been crucified and burned.

Excuse me, friend, the night is far advanced;
we'll have to stop for now.

WAGNER. I would have gladly stayed up longer
discussing such learned matters with you.
But tomorrow's Easter Sunday, when I hope
you'll let me ask a few more questions--
I've been assiduous in my pursuit of learning;
true, I know much, but all is what I'd like to know.

FAUST. How can a person still have any hopes
who is addicted to what's superficial,

who grubs with greedy hand for treasures
then is happy to discover earthworms!


Is it right to let that voice be heard
where inspiration compassed me about?
And yet, this once you have my gratitude,
you sorriest of mortals--
you snatched me from a desperation
that threatened to destroy my mind.

So gigantic was the apparition
that I, alas, could only think myself a dwarf.

I, made in God's image, who fancied
that I was close to truth's eternal mirror,
who, sloughing off mortality,
reveled in clear celestial radiance;
I, more than Cherub, whose presentient powers then
dared flow untrammeled through the veins of Nature
and share the gods' creative life--
how I am punished!
One thundered word has been my death.


It's arrogance to claim I am your peer.
Although I had the power to attract you,
I lacked the strength to hold you fast.
In that blest moment
I felt so small and yet so great;

ruthlessly you thrust me back
into the uncertainties that are man's lot.
Who will now teach me? What am I to shun,
is there an impulse that I must obey?
Alas, the things we do, no less than those we suffer,
impose restraints upon our lives.

More and more that is extraneous
obtrudes upon what's noblest in our minds;
When we attain this world's material goods,
all better things are called a madman's fancies.

Feelings that before were glorious and vital
grow torpid in the mundane hurly-burly.'


Sustained by hope, Imagination once
soared boldly on her boundless flights;

now that our joys are wrecked in time's abyss,
she is content to have a narrow scope.--
Deep in our heart Care quickly makes her nest,
there she engenders secret sorrows
and, in that cradle restless, destroys all quiet joy;

the masks she wears are always new--
she may appear as house and home, as wife and child,
as fire, water, dagger, poison;
we live in dread of things that do not happen
and keep bemoaning losses that never will occur.

No peer of gods! I suffer from that truth-

my counterpart's the worm that grovel's in the dust
and, as in dust it eats and lives,
is crushed and buried by a vagrant foot.

What else but dust is cramped within
these high and multi-alcoved walls of mine--
the heap of countless, useless things
that in this world of moths beset me?

Is this the place to find the help I need?
Should I perhaps peruse a thousand books to learn
that people everywhere have suffered,
that now and then someone was happy?--

You empty skull, why bare your teeth at me
unless to say that once, like mine, your addled brain
sought buoyant light but, in its eagerness for truth,
went wretchedly astray beneath the weight of darkness.

You instruments are only mocking me
with wheel and cogs, with cylinder and bridle--
you were to be my key when I stood at the gate,
but though it's intricate, the key will lift no bolts.

Nature, mysterious in day's clear light,
lets none remove her veil,
and what she won't discover to your understanding
you can't extort from her with levers and with screws.

You ancient implements I've never used are here
only because you served my father's needs.--
You, ancient scroll, have gotten ever grimier
since the dim lamp beside this desk first smouldered.
Far better to have squandered the little I have
than to sweat here beneath that little's burden!
If you would own the things your forebears left you,
you first must earn and merit their possession.
What serves no use becomes a heavy burden;
the moment can use only what it itself creates.

But what is there that holds my gaze--
does that vial act as magnet on the eye?
Why do I sense a sudden gentle brightness,
as when in some dark forest moonlight stirs about us.


Hail, vial of vials! With reverence
I take you down--my homage to
the human wit and skill embodied in you.

You essence of kind soporific forces,
you extract of all subtle poisons;

bestow your favors on your master!
I see you, and my pain is eased,
I hold you, and my striving lessens-

my turbulent spirit slowly ebbs away.
I am transported to the open sea,
its surface sparkles down below,

and a new day beckons to new shores.

On airy wings a chariot of fire
sweeps towards me! I am now ready
for the fresh course that
lets me pierce the sky
and reach new spheres of pure activity.--

Yet, you but now a worm, do you deserve
this grand existence, this celestial joy?
Yes
if you will but turn with firm resolve
your back upon the sun-lit earth!
Be bold and fling the doors asunder
which mortals all prefer to pass in silence!

The time has come to prove by deeds that a brave man
is not intimidated by celestial grandeur;
to, stand and not to quake before the pit
in which imagination damns itself to torment;
to strive on toward that passageway
about whose narrow mouth all hell spouts flame
and, even at the risk of total dissolution,
to take this step with firm serenity.

Now, long-forgotten cup of flawless crystal,
come you down--
forth from your ancient case!
You glistened at ancestral celebrations,

enlivening the solemn guests
who raised you as they pledged each other.
The lavish splendor of the artist's pictures,

the drinker's duty to make verses on their meaning
and in one draught to drain the bowl,
bring many memories of nights when I was young.
I shall not offer you to some companion now,
nor use your art to demonstrate my wit.
Here is a juice that soon intoxicates,
and whose brown stream now rises to your brim.

The last drink that I have prepared and that I take,
let me with all my heart now pledge it,
in solemn salutation, to the Morrow!


As he places the cup to his lips, church bells and a choir are heard.

CHOIR (Angels' chorus). Christ is arisen!
                 Joy to the mortal
                 freed from the baneful,
                 insidious ills
                 that man is heir to.

FAUST. What depth of resonance, what clarity of tone,
can drag the goblet from my lips?
Do you announce so soon, you muffled bells,
the first solemnities of Eastertide?

Do you sing now, you choirs, the hymn of consolation
that
by the darkened tomb, from angels' lips
proclaimed the certainty of a new covenant?


CHOIR (Women's chorus).
                 With balm and spices
                 we ministered to Him,
                 we who were faithful
                 laid down His body,
                 carefully wrapped it
                 in pieces of linen--lo! we discover
                 Christ is not here.


CHOIR (Angels' chorus). Christ is arisen!
Blessed the Loving One, He has sustained
the grievous ordeal that bringeth salvation.

FAUST. Celestial tones, so gently strong,
why do you seek me here amid the dust?
Be heard where tender mortals dwell!
Although I hear your gospel, I lack your faith,
a faith whose dearest child is the miraculous.
I do not dare aspire to the spheres
from which your word of grace peals forth,
and yet these sounds, familiar since my youth,
summon me now again to life.

There was a time when in the sabbath's solemn quiet
the kiss of heaven's love would overcome me,
when there were portents in the choiring chimes,
and when a prayer was fervent pleasure;
some strange sweet longing would compel me
to rove through wood and meadow,
and to a flood of ardent tears
I'd feel a world arise within me.

This hymn announced the lively games of youth,
the happy freedom of spring celebrations;
the memory of childlike feelings now
keeps me from taking the last, solemn step.
O sweet celestial songs, sound on--
my tears well forth, and I am earth's again!


CHOIR (Disciples' chorus).
Sublime in this life, 785
He who was buried
now has ascended
to glory on high,
Joyous to live again
and still to be active. 790
But we, to our sorrow,
remain on earth's breast;
abandoned disciples,
we languish and suffer--
Master, your happiness
makes us shed tears!

Christ is arisen      (Angels' chorus).
from the womb of corruption.
Be of good cheer
and get rid of your bonds!
You whose deeds praise Him,
who demonstrate charity,
nourish your brethren,
wander and teach them,
promise them bliss--

to you is your Master near,
for you He is here! 795


OUTSIDE THE CITY GATE


A variety of people, coming from the city.

SOME APPRENTICES. Why are you going that way?

OTHERS. We're off to Hunter's Lodge.

THE FIRST. And we're heading out toward the Mill. 810

ONE. I'd recommend the River Tavern.

A SECOND. That's not a very pleasant walk.

THE OTHERS. And what will you do?

A THIRD. Go with the others.

A FOURTH. Come on up to Burgdorf--there you can count on
the prettiest girls, the best of beer, 815
and picking a first-class quarrel too.

A FIFTH. You have a strange idea of fun--
do you want to be tanned a third time?
That's not the place for me--it makes me queasy.


SERVANT GIRL. No, no! I'm going back to town.

ANOTHER. We'll surely find him near those poplars.

THE FIRST. As if I cared!
He'll walk with you, and on the green
he'll only dance with you.
Your good time is no help to me!

THE OTHER. I'm sure he won't be by himself today;
he said that Curly would come with him.

STUDENT. See that stride! those girls have some life in them!
Come on, it's up to us to give them company!
I'm all for good strong beer, tobacco with real flavor--
and maids who have put on their Sunday best.


BURGHER'S DAUGHTER. Do you see those fine looking fellows!
It really is a shame--
they could keep perfectly nice company,
and go running after those servant girls!

SECOND STUDENT (to the First).
Take your time! Back there two more are coming;
they are not flashily dressed.
And one is from next door--

she's someone I really like.
They may be walking most sedately,
but in the end they'll let us come along.


THE FIRST. Not me! I'd rather not be on my best behavior.
Hurry now, or we won't catch anything!
The hand that plies the broom on Saturday
you'll find on Sundays has the softest touch.


BURGHER. No, our new burgomaster doesn't suit me!
Now he's in, he gets more high-handed every day.
And what is he doing for the city?
Aren't things getting steadily worse?
More than ever we're told what we must do,
and it all costs more than ever before.

BEGGAR (singing).
Kind gentlemen and ladies fair,
in handsome clothes and rosy-cheeked,
please condescend to look at me
and ease this misery you see!
Don't let me turn my crank in vain!
Who gladly gives, alone is glad.
Today, when everyone is idle,
I hope my work will reap a harvest.


SECOND BURGHER.
Sundays and holidays there's nothing I like more
than to discuss a war and military matters
when armies far away--off there in Turkey--
engage in battle with each other.
You can stand at the window, drinking
and watching all the ships that move downstream,
then go cheerfully home in the evening,
thankful for peace and its advantages.

A THIRD. Neighbor, amen! That goes for me as well--
let them crack each other's skulls
and everything be topsy-turvy,
if only nothing changes here at home.


OLD WOMAN (to the Burghers' Daughters).
Oh, how dressed up you are, you pretty young things!
Who could fail to find you adorable?--
Don't be so haughty--no offense was meant!
You know that I can get you what you want.


BURGHER'S DAUGHTER. Agatha, come! I don't want anyone to see
a witch like that and me together--
though on Saint Andrew's night she let me see
with my own eyes the man I am to marry.

AGATHA. In her crystal she showed me mine,
one in a group of daring soldiers--
I keep on looking for him everywhere,
but he refuses to show up.


SOLDIERS.
Fortresses raising
battlements high,
girls unrelenting
in their proud scorn--
these would I capture!
Boldness of effort
pays splendid rewards!
We let the trumpet
announce our intention,
be it love's pleasure
or be it grand ruin.
To the assault--
that's how to live!
The girls and the castles
will surely surrender.
Boldness of effort
pays splendid rewards!

And then the soldiers
are off and away.

Enter FAUST and WAGNER.

FAUST River and brooks are released from their ice,
are given new life by the soft gleam of Spring,
and verdure in valleys gives hope of bliss;
deprived of his strength, old Winter withdrew
into rugged, unfriendly mountains.
From them, retreating, he only can launch
impotent showers of sleet
over the lands that begin to be green,
but the Sun is hostile to whiteness
and seeks to enliven with color the forms
that everywhere strive to develop;

yet the countryside still has no flowers,
and so he takes smartly dressed people instead.
Turn around, now we're up here,
and look back down at the city!

Out from the depths of its gloomy gate
a teeming mass of color is surging--
everyone's eager to get into the sun.
They celebrate the resurrection of their Lord,
for they themselves are risen;
from wretched houses and dreary rooms,
from the bonds of their crafts and professions,
from the pressing weight of roof and gable,
from the narrow, cramping streets,
from their churches' night-like solemnity--
they all have been brought forth into the light.

Look and see how quickly the crowd
disperses through the gardens and fields,
how the whole expanse of the river
carries colorful vessels along,
and how, so crowded that it almost sinks,
the last small boat is pushing off.
Even on distant hillside paths
clothing affords us flashes of color.--
But now I hear the bustle of the village;
here is the common man's true heaven,
here great and small exult contented--
here I am human and can be myself.


WAGNER. To take a walk with you, Professor,
is a great honor, and edifying too;
but on my own I wouldn't stray this way,
detesting as I do whatever's vulgar.
Fiddling, shouts, the noise of the bowls
are sounds that I do much abhor;
the people carry on as if the fiend possessed them,
then call it entertainment, call it singing.


VILLAGERS (dancing and singing beneath a linden tree).
         When for the dance the shepherd dressed
         in ribbon, wreath, and colored vest
         he was the height of fashion.
         Beneath the tree no room remained,
         and all were dancing madly.

         Hey-day! hey-day!
         and a hey-nonny hey!
         was what the fiddle played.

         He quickly pushed into the whirl,
         but as he did so hit a girl
         ungently with his elbow;
         a sturdy lass, she turned and said,
         "You, must you be so clumsy?"
         Hey-day! hey-day!
         and a hey-nonny hey!
         "Pretend you have some manners!"
         But in the ring their feet were light,
         they danced to left, they danced to right,
         with skirt and coat-tail flying.
         They got all flushed, were over-warm,
         and rested panting arm in arm--"
         Hey-day! hey-day!
         and a hey-nonny hey!--and hips in elbow-hold.

         "And don't you make so free with me--
         how many girls as brides-to-be
         are victims of deceivers!"
         He coaxed her nonetheless aside,

         but from afar they still heard shouts:
         hey-day! hey-day! and a hey-nonny hey!
         and the fiddle under the linden.

OLD PEASANT. Professor, it is good of you
to deign to be with us today
and, learned doctor though you are,
to mingle with us ordinary folk.
And so accept our finest tankard,
which we have filled afresh for you;

I pledge it to you, and I voice the wish
that it not only slake your thirst,
but also that each drop it holds
be one more day that's added to your life.

FAUST. Your tankard I accept and its refreshment
with thanks and wishes of good health to all.

The VILLAGERS form a circle about FAUST and WAGNER.

OLD PEASANT. It is indeed appropriate
that on this festive day you come among us;
as well we know, when times were bad
you always were disposed to help us!
Many a man is here alive
who, at the time your father stopped the plague,
was snatched by him at the last moment
from the burning frenzy of his fever.
You too--you were a young man then--
would enter every stricken house
and yet, although they carried off so many corpses,
you always would come out unharmed,
surviving every trial and test--
by the Helper above our helper was helped.


VILLAGERS. Good health to one who's tried and true,
and may he be our help for many years to come!

FAUST. Offer your homage to the Helper above
Who teaches that we all should help each other.

FAUST and WAGNER resume their walk.

WAGNER. What feelings, sir, you must derive
from the respect of all these people for your greatness!
How happy is the man who is allowed
to turn his talents to such good account!

Some father points you out to his young boy,
and people ask your name, stand still and crowd about you,
the fiddle stops, the dancers pause.
As you move on, they stand in rows
and fling their caps into the air--
a little more, and they would genuflect
as if the blessed sacrament were going by!

FAUST. It's but a few more steps up to that stone;
here we can rest a while from walking.
I've often sat alone here with my thoughts
and agonized in prayer and fasting.
Still full of hope and firm of faith,
I wept and sighed and wrung my hands
believing that such efforts could extort
from God in heaven termination of the plague.
Now, in the people's praise I only hear derision.
If you could read my soul and see
how little either son or father
deserved such approbation!

My father was a worthy commoner
who in good faith, but in his own eccentric way,
labored at fanciful speculations
about the mystic spheres of nature,
and who, together with his adepts,
would shut himself within his blackened kitchen
and mix contrary elements
according to recipes that never seemed to end.
There a mercurial suitor, the Red Lion,
would in a tepid bath be married to the Lily,
then both be driven by tormenting flames
out of one bridal chamber to another;
when in the beaker the Young Queen
at last appeared, a mass of color,
that was our medicine--the patients died,
and no one thought to ask if anyone was healed.
And so, with diabolical electuaries,
1
we ravaged in these hills and valleys
with greater fury than the plague.
I have myself dosed thousands with the poison;
they wasted away--and I must live to hear
the brazen murderers adulated.


WAGNER. How can you be disturbed by that!
Is it not sufficient for an honest man
to practice with punctilious exactness
the skills of the profession he's been taught?
If, in your youth, you venerate your father,
you're pleased to take what he can give you;

if you, as man, augment our knowledge,
your son may reach an even higher mark.

FAUST. Happy the man who still can hope
to swim to safety in this sea of error.
What we don't know is what we really need,
and what we know fulfills no need at all.--
But we must not let such dark thoughts spoil
the wealth of beauty that this hour can afford!

See how, against the green about them,
cottages gleam in the blazing sunset.
The sun moves on, retreats, and, after day is done,
hastens away to nurture life elsewhere--
if only I had wings to raise me from the ground
so that I might pursue it on its course forever!
I'd see the silent world below
in an eternal evening-radiance,
all peaks aflame, all valleys hushed,
the silver brook debouching
2 into golden rivers;
no savage mountain or its many gorges
would then impede my godlike passage--
astonished eyes survey the ocean now
and inlets that the sun has warmed.
At last the sungod seems about to sink from view,
but then my urge to follow is again aroused;
I hasten on, to drink its everlasting light,
the day before me and, behind me, night,
the sky above me and, beneath, the sea.
A glorious dream--meanwhile the sun is gone!
Alas! it is so hard to find corporeal wings
that match those of the human mind.
Yet in us all there is an innate urge
to rise aloft and soar along
when, lost in the blue space above us,
the lark pours forth its vibrant song,
when high above fir-covered crags
the eagle floats on outspread wing,
and when above the plains and lakes
the crane seeks out its native place.


WAGNER. I've often had my momentary fancies,
but that's an urge I never yet have felt.

One quickly gets his fill of seeing woods and fields,
and I shall never envy any bird its wings.
How different is the way the pleasures of the mind
transport us from book to book, from page to page!
Then winter nights are pleasant and congenial,
a vital happiness gives warmth to your whole being,
and if you do unroll some precious manuscript
celestial joy is yours on earth.


FAUST. You only know one driving force,
and may you never seek to know the other!
Two souls, alas! reside within my breast,
and each is eager for a separation:
in throes of coarse desire, one grips
the earth with all its senses;
the other struggles from the dust
to rise to high ancestral spheres.

If there are spirits in the air
who hold domain between this world and heaven--
out of your golden haze descend,
transport me to a new and brighter life!

If I but had a magic cloak
that could bear me away to exotic places,
I'd not exchange it for the choicest garments,
not even for the mantle of a king.

WAGNER. Do not invoke the too familiar host
that floods the murky air,
threatening mankind from every quarter
with danger in a thousand forms.

Out of the North the fanged spirits
come to press upon you with their pointed tongues;
from the East they make their withering advance
to feed upon your lungs;
and if the South should send them from the desert
to heap fire upon fire about your head,
the West will bring a troop that first refreshes,
then drowns you and your fields and meadows.
They are all ears and eager to do harm,
gladly obey because they gladly cheat us,
pretend that they are sent from heaven,
and murmur like angels when telling their lies.

But let us go! Already all is gray,
the air grown cool, the fog descending:
when evening comes, we know a home's full worth.--
Why are you standing still and staring off there?
What can so impress you in this failing light?


FAUST. Do you see the black dog scour the grain that sprouts
                        from the stubble?


WAGNER. I saw it long ago, but thought it unimportant.

FAUST. Observe it well! What do you think the creature is?

WAGNER. A poodle that in the usual way
goes to the trouble of tracking its master!

FAUST. Do you notice how it races around us
in a great spiral, getting closer and closer?
And unless I'm mistaken,
an eddy of fire
follows closely wherever it goes.


WAGNER. A mere black poodle is what I see--
you, I suspect, some optical illusion.

FAUST. It's my impression that, with quiet magic, the dog
is laying about our feet the snares of future bondage.


WAGNER. I see it run around us, timid and unsure
because it sees two strangers, not its master.

FAUST. The circle is narrowing, the dog's close at hand!

WAGNER. You see a dog, there's no spectre there.
It snarls and hesitates, lies down on its belly,
it wags its tail--all just what dogs do.


FAUST. Come and join us! Come here!

WAGNER. It's a silly sort of creature:
if you stand still, it sits attentive;
speak to it, and it's all over you;
even jump in the water for your cane.
let something drop, and it will fetch it--
1170

FAUST. No doubt you're right: I find
no trace of mind--it's only training.

WAGNER. When a dog has been well taught,
even a man of sense can like it. 1175
So apt a pupil of our students
indeed deserves to be in your good graces. [Exeunt through city gate.]


FAUST'S STUDY


Enter FAUST, with the poodle.


FAUST
         I've left behind the fields and meadows
         that night now veils in darkness-

         night, whose presentient holy dread   1180
         awakes in us our better soul.'

         Forces of passion are lulled to sleep
         as restless action ceases;

         love of our fellow man is rousing,
         and with it love of God as well.
    1185
Easy, Poodle! Stop running about!
Why are you sniffing the sill of that door?
Lie down behind the stove--
here's my best cushion!

Your running and jumping along the road  1190
entertained us out on the hillside,
now let me entertain you in my tun-
a welcome guest if you'll stay quiet.
         Ah, when within our narrow chamber
         
the friendly lamp again is lit,   1195
         our inner being too is brightened--

         our heart, that then can know itself.
         The voice of reason is heard again,
         and hope again begins to flower;

         we thirst for life-giving waters,  1200
         we long for life's fountainhead.

Poodle, don't growl! that animal sound
jars with the sacred harmonies
that now encompass my whole being.

We lake it for granted that people jeer
at what they do not understand,
and groan in the presence of goodness and beauty,
which often just makes them embarrassed.
Must a dog, like them, snarl at such things?
Alas! despite the best intentions, I feel
contentment ebbing in my breast already.
Why must its stream run dry so soon
and leave us thirsting once again,
as has been the case with me so often?
Still, this want can be supplied:
we have been taught to find great worth in what's celestial;
we pine and yearn for revelation,
whose fire burns in the New Testament
with dignity and beauty not elsewhere matched.
I feel impelled to open the text on which all rests
and, deeply moved, properly translate the sacred Greek original
into my own dear native tongue.

(Opening a large volume and preparing to write.)

It is written, "In the beginning was the Word."
How soon I'm stopped! Who'll help me to go on?
I cannot concede that words have such high worth
and must, if properly inspired,
translate the term some other way.
It is written:
"In the beginning was the Mind."
Reflect with care upon this first line,
and do not let your pen be hasty!
Can it be mind that makes all operate?
I'd better write:
"In the beginning was the Power!"
Yet, even as I write this down,
something warns me not to keep it.
My spirit prompts me, now I see a solution
and boldly write:
"In the beginning was the Act."
If I'm to share the room with you,
Poodle, stop your baying,
stop that barking!
In these close quarters I can't bear
to keep so bothersome a companion.
One of us--either you or I--
will have to leave the room:
I'm sorry to be no longer hospitable,
the door is open, you're free to go.
But what do I see!
Is that a natural occurrence,
illusion or reality?
How long and broad my poodle's becoming!
It's rising prodigiously--
that is not a canine form!

What a ghastly thing I've brought into the house!
Hippopotamus-like it looks,
with fire-red eyes and frightful jaws:

But I will master you!--
for such a hybrid spawned in Hell
Solomon's Key will do quite well.


SPIRITS (in the passage). One of us inside is caught--
         stay outside and join him not!
         Like the fox in an iron snare,
         a sly old devil's quivering there.

         Now take good heed:
         hover high, hover low,
         to and fro,
         and from durance he'll get free!
         You can assist him,
         don't leave him victim--
         long we owe him, every one,
         many favors he has done.

FAUST. Merely to challenge the creature
I must employ the Spell of Four:

         Glow, Salamander!
         Undine,
3 meander!
         Sylph, disappear!
         Gnome, toil away here!

None who lacks knowledge--
of the Elements,
of their powers
and attributes--
ever should claim
to be master of Spirits.

         O vanish in fire's gleam, Salamander!
         Merge with a murmuring stream, O Undine!
         In meteoric beauty shine,
         O Sylph!
         Help about the house as friend,
         Incubus, Incubus!--
         Spirit, emerge, that I may end.


None of the four
hides in the creature
It lies all still and sneers disdain--

till now I've failed to cause it pain. 1295
But you shall hear me
cast a stronger spell:
Fellow, if you be
a fugitive from Hell,
behold the Sign    
1300
before which incline
the legions of darkness!

It starts to swell--its hair's on end.
Being damned and reprobate,

can you read this token?-- 1305
Him that never was create,

Him whose name must not be spoken,
Who pervades the universe,
though transpierced by lance accursed.
Driven back of the stove by the spell,
1310
it is dilating to elephant size;
filling every bit of space,
it's now about to melt away as mist.

Stop ascending to the ceiling!
Lie down at your master's feet!   
1315
Now you know I make no empty threats.
I can scorch you with sacred fire!
Do not wait until you see
the glowing light of the Trinity,
do not wait until you see    
1320
the mightiest of all my arts!


Enter MEPHISTOPHELES from behind the stove as the mist subsides;
he is dressed as a goliard.


MEPHISTOPHELES. What's all the noise? Sir, how can I be of service?

FAUST. So that is what was hidden in the poodle:
a wandering scholar! The casus
4 is amusing.

MEPHISTOPHELES. My compliments to your learning, sir! 1325
you made me sweat profusely.

FAUST. What is your name?

MEPHISTOPHELES. That seems a petty question
from one who is so scornful of the Word
and who, aloof from mere appearance,
only aspires to plumb the depths of essence.
1330

FAUST. The essence of such as you, good sir,
can usually be inferred from names
that, like Lord of Flies, Destroyer, Liar,
reveal it all too plainly.

But still I ask, who are you?

MEPHISTOPHELES. A part of that force
which, always willing evil, always produces good.

FAUST. That is a riddle. What does it mean?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I am the Spirit of Eternal Negation,
and rightly so, since all that gains existence
is only fit to be destroyed; that's why
it would be best if nothing ever got created.

Accordingly, my essence is
what you call sin, destruction,
or--to speak plainly--Evil.


FAUST. You call yourself a part, yet stand before me whole?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I only speak the sober truth.
You mortals, microcosmic fools,
may like to think of yourselves as complete,
but
I'm a part of the Part that first was all,
part of the Darkness that gave birth to Light--
proud Light, that now contests the senior rank
of Mother Night, disputes her rights to space;
yet it does not succeed, however much it strives,
because it can't escape material fetters.
Light emanates from matter, lends it beauty,
but matter checks the course of light,

and so I hope it won't be long
before they both have been annihilated.


FAUST. Now I see your meritorious function!
You can't achieve wholesale destruction
and so you've started out at retail.


MEPHISTOPHELES. And to be candid, the business doesn't thrive.
This awkward world, this Something
which confronts as foe my Nothing--
despite all efforts up to now,
I've failed to get the better of it:
in spite of tempest, earthquake, wave, and fire,
ocean and land are unperturbed!
And as for that stupid stuff, the spawn of beast and man,
there's no way to make inroads on it.

To think how many I've already buried,
yet fresh young blood still keeps on circulating.
On and on--it could make anyone see red! From air,
from water, and from earth
a myriad of germs crawl forth
in dryness, moisture, heat, or cold!--

If I had not kept fire for myself
there would be nothing I could call my own.


FAUST. And so you raise your frigid fist,
clenched in futile diabolic malice,
against the power of ever-stirring,
beneficent creativity!

You would do well, strange Son of Chaos,
to try some other enterprise.

MEPHISTOPHELES. We'll really have to give some thought to this; 1345
let's talk about it more at our next meetings.
May I assume that I am now excused?

FAUST. I don't see why you ask permission.
Now that I've made your acquaintance,
you may pay me a visit whenever you wish. 1390
The window's here, and here the door;

a flue would suit you quite as well

MEPHISTOPHELES. There's a confession I must make.
A little obstacle prevents my walking out:

the incubus-foot on the sill of your door! 1395

FAUST. You are distressed by the pentagram?
Well, tell me then, you Son of Hell,
how you got in while subject to its spell,
and how a spirit such as you was tricked.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Look carefully and you will find it's badly drawn:
one point (the one that faces outward)
is, as you see, not quite completely closed.


FAUST. That is indeed a lucky chance,
and so--you claim--you are my prisoner?
This is a triumph that was not intended!

MEPHISTOPHELES. The poodle noticed nothing when it bounded in,
but now the situation's changed:
the demon's caught inside your house.

FAUST. Why don't you go through the window, then?

MEPHISTOPHELES. For demons and for spectres there's a rule:
where they've got in is where they must go out.

The former's up to us, the latter's not in our control.

FAUST. So even Hell is bound by laws?
I like your implication that one could
safely make contracts with you gentlemen!

MEPHISTOPHELES. You can be sure of getting all we promise,
without a single niggardly deduction.

But it takes time to work out such arrangements,
so let's discuss the matter fairly soon.
Right now, however, I urgently request
that this one time you give me leave to leave.

FAUST. Do stay another moment and, before you go,
let me hear more of your fine stories.

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's time you let me go! I'll call again soon,
and then you can ask any question you wish.

FAUST. I didn't lay a snare for you!
You put yourself into the trap.
A devil in hand is well worth keeping:
it takes a good while to catch one again.


MEPHISTOPHELES. If it's your wish, of course I'm glad to stay
and keep you company--but only if
you'll let me use the arts in which I'm skilled
to entertain you in a proper way.

FAUST. I've no objection, and leave the choice to you.
Just see to it your arts are entertaining!

MEPHISTOPHELES. My friend, from this conjuncture you'll obtain
more pleasure of a sensuous kind
than from a whole monotonous year.
What you hear these gentle spirits sing,
the lovely pictures that they bring,
are more than empty magic-show.
Your sense of smell will be delighted,
your palate, too, will be excited,
and then your sense of touch ecstatic glow.

For preparation there's no need;
you have me here, so just proceed!


SPIRITS.    Vanish, dark arches,
         high but confining!
         Let azure blueness,
         brighter, more friendly,
         show from on high!

         Would that the dark clouds
         quickly departed!

         Little stars twinkle;
         planets among them
         gleam in the sky.

         Beauty ethereal-
         youths truly heavenly,
         gracefully bending--
         floats lightly past.
         Fond yearnings follow
         them on their paths:
         fluttering bits
         of garments abandoned
         brighten the landscape,

         brighten the bower
         where lost in illusion
         lover unites
         with lover for ever.


         Bowers are vineyards!
         Tendrils luxuriate!
         Grapes hanging heavy
         hasten to fill
         the vats that will press them;
         wines, effervescent,
         hasten as brooks
         through crystalline rocks
         that never are sullied,
         soon leave behind
         the arbors above,
         becoming broad lakes
         that mirror and nurture
         hills and their verdure.

         Birds of the air,
         imbibing delight,
         fly on toward the sun,
         fly off to far islands,
         brilliant and bright,
         deceptively rocking
         on cradling waters--

         islands with meadows
         where we see dancers
         gathered in groups
         and finding amusement
         out in the country.
         Lo! some are climbing
         over the highlands,
         others are swimming
         in quiet lakes
         or float through the air--
         all seeking life's fullness,
         hoping to find
         the far-distant star
         of rapture and bliss.


MEPHISTOPHELES. The rest, my insubstantial lads, can keep;
you've done your duty, he's lulled to sleep,
and for your concert I am much obliged.--
But you're not yet the man to hold a demon captive!--

Encompass him with lovely apparitions,
plunge him into a sea of mad illusion!
But to undo this doorsill-magic,
tooth of rat is what I need.

I will not have to conjure long;
the one I hear scurrying will quickly hear me.


The Lord of Rats and Lord of Mice,
Lord of the Flies, Frogs, Bugs, and Lice,
summons you to venture forth
and, at the spot he dabs with oil,
to nibble away the wood of the sill.

So soon you come bounding into view!
To work, at once! The point that cast the spell
to keep me here is on the very outer edge.
Just one more bite and you'll be done.--

Now, Faustus, till we meet again, dream on!

FAUST (awakening). Have I been duped once more?
Are life-giving forces so quickly spent--
did a lying dream invent my devil,
and did a poodle simply run away?




FAUST'S STUDY


FAUST and, heard offstage, MEPHISTOPHELES.

FAUST. A knock? Come in! Who bothers me this time?

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's me.

FAUST. Come in!

MEPHISTOPHELES. That must be said three times.

FAUST. Come in, then!

MEPHISTO (entering). Now you've done it right!
I hope we may get on well together;
to cure you of your anxious fancies,
I've come as a young nobleman
in scarlet suit with golden trim;
my cloak is heavy corded silk,
there's a cock's-feather on my hat
and, at my side, a long, sharp sword.
Take my advice and get yourself
an outfit similar to mine,
so that, released from bondage, you can learn
what life and freedom really are.


FAUST. No matter what I wear, I hardly can escape
the torment of a life confined to earth.
I am too old to live for pleasure only,
too young to he without desire.

What can I hope for from this world?
You must abstain, refrain, renounce--
this is the everlasting song in every ear,
one that, our whole life long,
we hear each hour hoarsely singing.
When morning comes, I always wake in terror
and feel like shedding bitter tears
because the day I see will not fulfill
a single wish of mine before it's over,
will dampen any faintest hope of pleasure
by its capricious strictures,
and with a thousand petty matters
will stifle the creative urge that stirs my heart.
At nightfall, too, I'm filled with apprehension
when it is time to go to bed,
for there as well I'll fail to gain repose
and will be frightened by wild dreams.

The god that dwells within my breast
can deeply stir my inmost being;
the one that governs all my faculties
cannot realize its purposes;

and so for me existence is a burden,
death to be welcomed, and this life detested.


MEPHISTOPHELES. And yet Death never is a wholly welcome guest.

FAUST. Happy the victor on whose brow
Death binds the blood-flecked wreath of laurel!
And happy he who, after the mad dance,
is found by Death in love's embrace!

What ecstasy to feel that lofty spirit's might--
if only, then, my soul had left this body!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Still, someone, on that Easter night,
failed to imbibe a certain brownish fluid.


FAUST. You seem to like to play the spy.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I may not be omniscient, but I do know quite a lot.

FAUST. Though, then, sweet music long familiar
rescued me from a host of terrors,
and echoes of an earlier, happier time
confused what still remained of childhood feelings,
now I can only curse all the enticements
that delude my soul with cheating visions,
all powers of persuasion and deception
that hold it here within its dreary cave!
Cursed be, to start, the high opinion
that the mind has of itself!
Cursed be what as appearance
intrudes on and deludes our senses!
and cursed be the falseness of our dreams,
their empty promise of a lasting name!
Cursed be what flatters us as things we own,
as wife and child, as fields our workmen plow!

Cursed be Mammon too, both when he, with his treasures,
incites us to bold enterprise
and when, to provide us idle pleasure,
he cushions us a bed of ease!
A curse upon the nectar of the vine!
A curse upon love's highest favors!
A curse on hope! a curse on faith!
but cursed be patience most of all!


CHORUS OF SPIRITS (invisible).
         Grief and woe!
         A beautiful world
         that, by your violence,
         has been destroyed,
         collapses and shatters,
         crushed by a demigod!
         Into the Void
         we bear off the fragments,
         singing a dirge
         for beauty now lost.
         Build it again,
         O great child of Earth,
         within your own bosom

         build it anew
         in still greater splendor!
         Take a fresh course
         and, no longer despairing,
         start a new life;
         and may other songs
         welcome it in!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Those little creatures
         are my young dependents, wise for their years;

         fun and action--that's their counsel!
         They'd like to get you out into the world,
         away from a solitude
         that stifles all life.--
Be done with toying with your sorrows
that, vulture-like, consume your being;
the worst society there is could show you
that you are just another human being.

Not that I mean you should be thrust
among the rabble!
I'm not one of the great myself;
but should you wish
to make your way through life with me,
I'll gladly place myself at your disposal

here and now.
will be your companion
and, if I suit you,
become your servant and your slave!


FAUST. And in return for this, what am I to do?

MEPHISTO. You've lots of time until that needs to be considered.

FAUST. Oh no! The devil is an egoist
and is not apt, for love of God,
to offer anyone assistance.
State in clear terms what you expect?
there's trouble in the household otherwise.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I'll bind myself to serve you here,
be at your beck and call without respite;
and if or when we meet again beyond,
then you will do the same for me.

FAUST. With the Beyond I cannot be much bothered;
once you annihilate this world,
the other can have its turn at existing.
This earth's the source of all my joys,
and this sun shines upon my sorrows;

if ever I can be divorced from them,
it cannot matter what then happens.
I do not want to hear still more discussion
of whether there'll be future loves and hates,

and whether also, in those spheres,
there's an Above or a Below.

MEPHISTOPHELES. You can, on these conditions, take the risk.
Commit yourself, and you'll soon have the pleasure
of seeing here what my skills are;
I'll give you things no mortal's ever seen.

FAUST. And what have you to give, poor devil!
Has any human spirit and its aspirations
ever been understood by such as you?

Of course you've food that cannot satisfy,
gold that, when held, will liquify
quicksilverlike as it turns red,
games at which none can ever win,
a girl who, even in my arms, will with her eyes
pledge her affections to another,
the godlike satisfaction of great honor
that like a meteor is gone at once.
Show me the fruit that, still unplucked, will rot
and trees that leaf each day anew!


MEPHISTOPHELES. These commissions don't dismay me,
I can oblige you with such marvels.
But, friend, there also comes a time when we prefer
to savor something good in peace and quiet.


FAUST. If on a bed of sloth I ever lie contented,
may I be done for then and there!
If ever you, with lies and flattery,
can lull me into self-complacency
or dupe me with a life of pleasure,
may that day be the last for me!
This is my wager!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Here's my hand!

FAUST.          And mine again!
If I should ever say to any moment:
Tarry, remain!--you are so fair!
then you may lay your fetters on me,
then I will gladly be destroyed!
Then they can toll the passing bell,
your obligations then be ended--

the clock may stop, its hand may fall,
and time at last for me be over!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Consider well your words--we'll not forget them.

FAUST. Nor should you!
What I've said is not presumptuous blasphemy.
If I stagnate, I am a slave--
why should I care if yours or someone else's?


MEPHISTOPHELES. This very day at the doctoral banquet,
I'll do my duty as your servant.
One other matter!--as insurance
I must request a line or two in writing.

FAUST. So you want something written, too, you pedant?
Have you not ever known a man whose word was good?

Is it not enough that my spoken word
grants perpetual title to my days?

Do not the tides of life race on unceasing--
how could a promise obligate me!
But still our hearts have their illusions,
and who would care to live without them?
Happy the man whose heart is loyal to his pledges--
he'll not be grieved by any sacrifice they ask. 1725
And yet, a parchment document that bears a seal--
that is a spectre that all people shun.

The word begins to die before it's left the pen,
and wax and goatskin take control.
What do you, evil spirit, want from me--
marble or brass, foolscap or parchment?
Am I to write with chisel, stylus, pen? '

You are at liberty to choose.

MEPHISTOPHELES. How can you work yourself up so quickly
to this heat of rhetorical exaggeration?

Any small scrap of paper is all right.
A tiny drop of blood will do to sign your name.


FAUST. If this is all that you require,
we may as well go through with the tomfoolery.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Blood is a very special juice.

FAUST. You need not fear that I will break this contract!
It is to strive with all my might
that I am promising to do.
My self-esteem was overly inflated--
my proper place is on your level.
The Great Spirit rejected me with scorn,
and
Nature's doors are closed against me.
The-thread of thought is torn asunder,
and I am surfeited with knowledge still.
Let us sate the fervors of passion
in depths of sensuality!
May your magic be ready at any time
to show me miracles whose veil cannot be lifted!
Let's plunge into the torrents of time,
into the whirl of eventful existence!

There, as chance wills,
let pain and pleasure,
success and frustration, alternate;
unceasing activity alone reveals our worth.


MEPHISTOPHELES. You are not limited in any way.
You can sample whatever you like
and snatch what suits your passing fancy--
nothing you like will give you indigestion.
I urge you: help yourself and don't be bashful!


FAUST. You heard me say that pleasure doesn't matter.
Excitement, poignant happiness, love-hate,
quickening frustration--to these I'm consecrated!

Henceforth my heart, cured of its thirst for knowledge,
will welcome pain and suffering

and I'm resolved my inmost being
shall share in what's the lot of all mankind,
that I shall understand their heights and depths,
shall fill my heart with all their joys and griefs,
and so expand my self to theirs
and, like them, suffer shipwreck too.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Take someone's word who has been chewing
on this tough morsel many thousand years:
no one, from cradle to the bier,
is able to digest that stale and sour dough!
This universe--believe a devil--
was made for no one but a god!
God lives surrounded by eternal glory,
He cast us into utter darkness,
and you must be content with day-and-night.


FAUST. I've told you what I want!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Then well and good!
Yet, there's one point that troubles me:
that human life's so short, and art is long.
I think that you could use a bit of guidance.
Go get yourself a poet-partner
and let his fancy have free rein
to heap upon your honored head
all virtues and distinctions:
a lion's heart,
the quickness of the stag,

hot Italian blood,
the North's reliability.
Let him provide you with the secret arts
of wedding magnanimity to malice,

of scheming how to fall in love
with the impulsive ardor of the young.
I wouldn't mind meeting such a fellow myself
and would grant him the title of Sir Microcosm
.

FAUST. What am I, then, if there is no attaining
those-crowning heights of humanness
toward which my every fiber's straining?


MEPHISTOPHELES. The upshot is: you are just what you are.
Pile wigs with countless curls upon your head,
wear shoes that lift you up an ell,
and still you will remain just what you are.

FAUST. How futile it has been to have amassed
a treasury of human thought and knowledge!

Even when I finally stop and rest,
I feel no source of renewed strength within me;
I have not grown one whit in stature,
I am no nearer to the Infinite.


MEPHISTOPHELES. You're looking at these matters, my dear sir,
the way that ordinary people do;
we've got to be a bit more clever,
to get some joy from life before it's fled.
Good heavens! It is obvious your hands and feet,
your head--and other parts--belong to you;
but all the things I have free use of,
don't they belong to me as fully?
If I can pay for six strong horses,
do I not own their power?--
as if my legs were twenty-four
I run about and am important.
So don't be glum! Stop all this brooding,
be off with me at once into the world!
Take my word for it, anyone who thinks too much
is like an animal that in a barren heath
some evil spirit drives around in circles
while all about lie fine green pastures:


FAUST. How do we start?

MEPHISTOPHELES. We simply leave.
What sort of torture chamber have we here?

What kind of life do you call this,
boring yourself and your beardless youths?
Leave that to your colleague Paunch!

Why knock yourself out making bricks of straw?
If any case, you cannot risk
telling the boys the best of what you know.--
I hear one now out in the hall.

FAUST. I cannot bring myself to face him.

MEPHISTOPHELES. The poor fellow has had a long wait,
he mustn't leave without some consolation.
Just let me have your cap and gown--
(Changing clothes.) this costume's certain to become me--
and rely on my common sense!
A quarter of an hour's all I need;
meanwhile, get ready for our glorious expedition!

Fate has endowed him with a spirit
that cannot curb its onward rush
and that, precipitately striving,
overleaps the joys that this world affords it.
I'll drag him through a life of riot,
through meaningless inanities;
he'll writhe, be paralyzed, and when he's stuck,
before his avid, starving lips
I'll dangle food and drink;
he'll plead in vain for nourishment,

and even if he had no contract with the devil,
he'd end up ruined anyhow!


Enter a STUDENT.

STUDENT. I've only been here a short time,
and come to pay you my respects,
and to consult a man whose name is mentioned
in tones of reverence by all.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Your courtesy is much appreciated!
As you can see, I'm just a man like all the rest.
Have you paid any other calls as yet?

STUDENT. I hope you'll please be my advisor.
I'm here with all the best intentions,
am energetic and in no great need of money;
my mother hesitated to send me away;
now I'm out here, I really want to learn.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Then you have come to the right place.

STUDENT. To tell the truth, I'd like to go on somewhere else:
I really don't feel comfortable
inside these walls, within these halls.
It's awfully cramped, and one can't see
a bit of green, a single tree,

and in those classrooms with their benches
I can no longer hear or see or think.

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's simply a matter of what you're used to.
Just as an infant is at first
reluctant to take its mother's breast,
at which it soon feeds eagerly,
so will you, with each successive day,
be happier at Wisdom's breasts.


STUDENT. I'm eager to be at her bosom;
but tell me, please, how can I get there?


MEPHISTOPHELES. Before you go on, would you first say
in what faculty you intend to study?

STUDENT. I'd like to be a proper scholar
and have a comprehensive knowledge
of what there is on earth and in the sky,
of nature and all the branches of learning.


MEPHISTOPHELES. You certainly are on the right track;
but you must be sure that nothing distracts you.

STUDENT.Body and soul I'm bent upon it;
and yet, I must admit, I wouldn't mind
some free time and recreation
when there's a pleasant summer holiday.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Don't waste your time, it's gone so fast,
but arranging it right will save you plenty of it.
Accordingly, dear friend, my first advice
is that you hear the Collegium Logicum.

The course will discipline your mind
and lace it tight in iron-boots
so that it will no longer rush
headlong along the paths of thought
or, like a will-o'-the-wisp perhaps,
wander at random everywhere.

Days on end will be used to teach you
that what you once did as a single act,
as easily as you eat or drink,
must really be done as one-two-three.

Although in fact the fabric of thought
is like a masterpiece of weaving,
for which one treadle moves a thousand threads
as back and forth the shuttles fly
and threads move quicker than the eye
and a single stroke makes a thousand ties,

nonetheless the philosopher comes
and proves to you it had to be thus:
the first was so, the second so,
and hence the third and fourth are so;
but if there were no first and second
the third and fourth could never exist.
Students applaud this everywhere,
but fail to master the weaver's art.

To understand some living thing and to describe it,
the student starts by ridding it of its spirit;
he then holds all its parts within his hand
except, alas! for the spirit that bound them together-

which chemists, unaware they're being ridiculous,
denominate encheiresin naturae.


STUDENT. I don't quite follow what you're saying.

MEPHISTOPHELES. It will be much easier very soon,
when you have learned the use of syllogisms

and how to put all things in their right classes.

STUDENT. I am as stupefied by this
as if there were a mill-wheel turning in my head.


MEPHISTOPHELES. After this, and before anything else,
you've got to tackle metaphysics!
Make sure you grasp in all its profundity
what never was meant for the human brain;

but whether it was or whether it wasn't,
there's always some high-sounding word available.
But in your first semester, most of all,
you must be faithfully methodical!
You'll have five classes every day;
when the bell rings be in your seat!
Be well prepared before you go
and memorize each section you're assigned
so that, once you are there, you can make sure
nothing is said but what is in the book;
but by all means keep diligently writing
as if you heard the Holy Ghost dictating!


STUDENT. That's nothing you need tell me twice!
I see how useful it will be--
what you've got down in black and white
you can take home and then be sure of it.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Now tell me what's the faculty you've chosen!

STUDENT. I can't quite bring myself to take up law.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Nor can I blame you very much for that,
knowing as I do the state it's in today.

Statutes and laws, like inherited sickness,
are languidly transmitted
from one generation to the next
and slowly shift from one place to another.
Sense becomes nonsense, or a benefit a nuisance

it's just too bad you're a descendant!
As for the right that's ours by birth,
alas! that never is at issue.


STUDENT. You make my own aversion greater.
Happy he, who has you as teacher!
Now I'm almost willing to study theology.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I wouldn't want you to be led astray.
To tell the truth about this branch of learning,
it's hard to keep from taking the wrong course,
and
there's a lot of latent poison in it
that hardly differs from the medicines it offers.
Here, too, it's best to listen to a single teacher
and swear by every word he utters.
Make it a principle to give words your allegiance!
You then will enter by the one safe gate
into the temple of certitude.

STUDENT. But there must be ideas behind the words.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
That's true, but do not fret too much about it,
since it's precisely when ideas are lacking
that some word will appear to save the situation.

Words are perfect for waging controversies,
with words you can construct entire systems,
in words you can place perfect faith,
and from a word no jot or tittle may be taken.


STUDENT. Pardon my detaining you with so many questions,
but I must trouble you still further.
Would you be willing to provide me, too,
with a few helpful words on medicine?
Three years are a short time, alas!
and yet the subject is so vast.
If one could only get a pointer,
he wouldn't have to grope so in the dark.


MEPHISTOPHELES (aside).
I've had enough of a sober tone,
it's time to play the real devil again.
(Aloud.) The essence of medicine's easily grasped:
you study nature, you study man,
but in the end you let things take
the course God wills.

It's pointless to waste time by being scientific--
you learn only as much as you possibly can;
but if you profit from your opportunities
you're a made man.
You have a rather pleasing figure, too,
and no doubt the assurance to go with it,
so if you only have self-confidence,
others will place their confidence in you.

Above all, learn to handle women;
their myriads of aches and pains,
that never never cease,
can all be cured if you know the right spot--
and if your behavior is halfway discreet
they all will be at your beck and call.
A title's needed first, to reassure them
that you have greater skill than other men,
and right away you're welcome to investigate
what someone else needs years to reconnoiter;
you will know how to take a dainty pulse
and, with a cautious ardent glance,
to put your arms about her slender hips
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and see how tightly she is laced.


STUDENT. Now that's more like it and it's practical!

MEPHISTOPHELES. All theories, dear friend, are gray;
the golden tree of life is green.

STUDENT. I'd swear I'm in some sort of daze.
Perhaps you'll let me bother you again,
to hear the rest of all your wisdom?


MEPHISTOPHELES. I'm always glad to be of service.

STUDENT. I cannot bear to take my leave
until you've written in my album. 2045
Grant me, I beg, that token of your favor!

MEPHISTOPHELES. With pleasure.

He writes, and returns the album.

STUDENT (reading).
Eritis sicut Deus, scientes bonum et malum.

Closing the album reverently, the STUDENT bows and withdraws.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Follow the ancient saw, and my cousin the serpent,
and I warrant your likeness to God will some day perplex you.
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Enter FAUST.

FAUST. And now, where are we going?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Where you please.
Let's first see ordinary life, the grand monde later;
you'll find this course--don't pay the registrar a fee--
both practical and entertaining!

FAUST. Yet as you see from my long beard 2055
I lack all nonchalance of manner.
I know that this experiment won't work;
I never could adapt to people.
When I'm with them I feel so insignificant;
I'll never be at ease at all.
2060

MEPHISTOPHELES. Everything will work out fine, my friend;
once you gain confidence, your manners will be easy.

FAUST. But how are we to start our travels?
Where have you horses or a coach and groom?

MEPHISTOPHELES. We'll simply lay my cloak out flat;
it will carry us through the air.
But just be sure, since there's a certain risk,
that you don't carry too much luggage.

Some heated air that I'll concoct
will lift us off the ground with ease,
2070
and if we're light enough, we'll quickly be high up.
Congratulations on your new career!
          [Exeunt.



AUERBACH'S WINE-CELLAR IN LEIPZIG


A lively drinking-party.


FROSCH. Why aren't you drinking? Why is nobody laughing?
I'll teach you not to make long faces!
Today you're like wet straw,
although you normally are scintillating.


BRANDER. It's all your fault; you haven't contributed
anything silly or piggishly bawdy.

FROSCH (emptying a glass of wine on BRANDER'S head).
There's both for you!

BRANDER. You pig twice over!

FROSCH. That's what you wanted, isn't it!

SIEBEL. Kick anyone out who starts to quarrel!
Now drink, let's fill our lungs and sing a good loud round!
Wake up! Hey there! Halloo!


ALTMAYER. Ouch! he's done me in!
Some cotton, quick! The fellow's splitting my ears.


SIEBEL. It's only when the ceiling echoes
that you feel the full power of the bass.


FROSCH. That's right, kick anyone out who doesn't approve!
Trala, trala, trala!

ALTMAYER. Trala, trala, trala!

FROSCH. Our throats are now on pitch.
(Singing.) Our Holy Roman Empire, lads,
what holds it still together?


BRANDER. A nasty song! For shame--political,
disgusting! Thank the Lora each time you wake
that the Empire is none of your affair.

I, at least, think myself better off
not being emperor or chancellor.
But we must have our leader too,
so let's elect ourselves a pope--

you know capacity is the main factor
for deciding who'll be elevated.

FROSCH (singing).
         O nightingale, soar on above,
         and bring ten thousand greetings to my love:"


SIEBEL. No greetings to that love! I'll have none of that!

FROSCH. Greetings, and kisses too! You're not the one to stop me!
(Singing.)   Draw the bolt, the night is clear.
         Draw the bolt, your lover's here.
         Shut the bolt, now dawn draws near
.

SIEBEL. Go on and sing, and praise her all you want.
The time will come when I will have the laugh on you.
She made a fool of me, and you'll get the same treatment.

She ought to have a goblin for her lover!
He could have fun with her at any crossroads,
and some old goat, back from the witches' sabbath,
should bleat good night to her as he goes galloping by!
A decent fellow of real flesh and blood
is far too good for such a slut...:

O Greetings! the only kind I'd bring her
are those that break her window-panes!


BRANDER (pounding on the table). Order, order! I demand order, sirs!
You will admit I know what's proper;
we have some lovers sitting with us,
and I must offer them a serenade
befitting their condition.
The song's brand-new, so pay attention,
and join me loudly for the refrain!

(Singing.)   A rat in a cellar had built him a nest
         and daily grew fatter and smoother;
         he lined his paunch with butter and lard,
         was as portly as Doctor Luther.

         The cook, she set some poison out;
         and then he felt as helpless as if--
         as if he'd fallen in love.


CHORUS (with gusto). As if he'd fallen in love!

BRANDER.   He ran around, and in and out,
         and drank at every puddle,
         he gnawed and scratched, tore up the house,
         but still was in a fuddle;

         he leaped and leaped in frantic pain,
         but soon he knew it was in vain--
         as if he'd fallen in love.


CHORUS. As if he'd fallen in love!

BRANDER. In terror then and broad daylight
he ran into the kitchen,
flopped on the hearth and, sad to say,
lay gasping, moaning, twitching.
The poisoner now only laughed:
that sounds to me like a last gasp--

as if he'd fallen in love.

CHORUS. As if he'd fallen in love!

SIEBEL. The stupid fools find that amusing!
I do not think it's very nice
to go and poison some poor rat.


BRANDER. Are rats some special favorites of yours?

ALTMAYER. He's getting fat and growing bald!
His own misfortunes have made him soft-hearted,
and what he sees in a bloated rat
is a spitting image of himself.


Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I must, to get us started right,
now introduce you to conviviality
and let you see how merry life can be. 216(
Here, for these people, every day's a holiday.
Without much wit, but with great satisfaction,
they whirl in narrow, separate rounds
like kittens chasing their own tails.
And if they can't complain of headache
216:
and still have credit with the landlord,
they're pleased with life and free of cares.


BRANDER. Those two are travelers who've just arrived,
as you can see from their peculiar manner;
they haven't been in town an hour. 2171

FROSCH. That's it, of course! That's why I'm all for Leipzig!
It is a smaller Paris and refines one's manners.

SIEBEL. What do you think these strangers are?

FROSCH. Leave it to me! Before they've drunk a glass of wine
I'll worm their secrets out of them 217
as easily as you pull out a baby-tooth.
I think that they're aristocrats,
since they look haughty and dissatisfied.


BRANDER. I'd wager that they're mountebanks.

ALTMAYER. Perhaps!

FROSCH. Just watch how I bamboozle them! 218

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST).
Simple folk never sense the devil's presence,
not even when his hands are on their throats.


FAUST. Our greetings, gentlemen!

SIEBEL. And ours to you, with thanks!

(In a low voice, looking at MEPHISTOPHELES sidewise.)

Why does the fellow limp with that one foot?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Do we have your permission to sit down with you?
Instead of a good drink, since that's not to be had,
we'll have the pleasure of your company.


ALTMAYER. You seem a very fastidious man.

FROSCH. No doubt you got away from Rippach rather late?
Did you have supper first with Mr. Jack?

MEPHISTOPHELES. We didn't stop and call today;
on our last trip we had a word with him.
He had a lot to say about his cousins
and sends his best regards to every one of them.


He bows to FROSCH.

ALTMAYER (sotto voce). He got you there! He knows the game!

SIEBEL. The rascal's sly! 2195

FROSCH. Just wait and see, I'll catch him yet!

MEPHISTOPHELES. If I am not mistaken, we could hear
some well-trained voices doing choral songs?
I'm sure that with this vaulted ceiling
all singing has a fine, full resonance.
2200

FROSCH. Are you by any chance a virtuoso?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Oh no! I lack the strength, although I love to sing.

ALTMAYER. Give us a song!

MEPHISTOPHELES. As many as you may request!

SIEBEL. No old stuff, though! Some piece that's new.

MEPHISTOPHELES. We've only just come back from Spain, 2205
that lovely land of wine and song.
(Singing.) A king there was they tell of
who had a great big flea--

FROSCH. Hear that! A flea! Did you catch what he said?
A flea's nice company, I'm sure!
2210

MEPH.     A king there was they tell of
         who had a great big flea
         and loved him no less dearly
         than if a son were he.
         And so he calls his tailor,
2215
         and in the tailor goes:
         Measure my squire for breeches
         and for a suit of clothes!


BRANDER. Don't you forget to have the tailor clearly told
to take his measurements precisely
2220
and, if he values his own neck,
to leave no wrinkles in the breeches!


MEPHISTOPHELES. In cloth of silk and velvet
         the squire now was dressed,
         had ribbons on his jacket,
2225
         a cross upon his breast,
         was minister directly
         and wore a splendid star.
         At court all his relations
         were soon advanced quite far.
2230
         Court life was then a torment
         for ladies and their knights,
         both queen and waiting-woman
         had many stings and bites,
         but no one dared to crack them
2235
         or scratch the place that itched.
         We're free to crack and crush them
         whenever there's a twitch.


CHORUS (con gusto). We're free to crack and crush them
whenever there's a twitch.
2240

FROSCH. Bravo! Bravo! That was fine!

SIEBEL. Down with all fleas, now and forever!

BRANDER. Use your nails well, don't let any escape!

ALTMAYER. Hurrah for liberty! Hurrah for wine!

MEPHISTOPHELES. I'd gladly drink a glass to liberty 2245
if only your wines were a trifle better.


SIEBEL. We don't want to hear that complaint again!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Did I not fear the landlord might object,
I would offer these worthy guests
some samples from our private cellar. 2250

SIEBEL. Just bring them on! I'll be responsible.

FROSCH. If you have something good, we'll sing your praises.
But don't pour just a little in the glass;
if I'm to be a proper judge
my mouth must be well filled.
2255

ALTMAYER (sotto voce). I see they're from the Rhineland.

MEPHISTOPHELES. An auger, please!

BRANDER. And what's it for?
You can't have left your casks outside?

ALTMAYER. Back there's a basket with the landlord's tools.

MEPHISTOPHELES (taking the auger).
(To FROSCH.) Tell me what wine you'd like to taste. 2260

FROSCH. How do you mean your question? Is there so great a choice?

MEPHISTOPHELES. You each can have whatever you prefer.

ALTMAYER (to FROSCH).
Ah, you're licking your lips already, I see.

FROSCH. Well, then! if I can choose, I'll have a good Rhine wine.
One's native products are the best. 2265

MEPHISTOPHELES (boring a hole next to FROSCH in the edge of the table).

Get me some wax, so I'll have stoppers ready.

ALTMAYER. Oh! it is only a magician's trick.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to BRANDER). How about you?

BRANDER. I'll have champagne,
and of the kind that's really bubbly!

While MEPHISTOPHELES bores, one of the students makes
wax stoppers and plugs the holes.


BRANDER. Imported goods can't always be avoided--
what's best is often not home-grown.
Your proper German can't abide those Frenchmen,
but he's quite glad to drink their wines.


SIEBEL (as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches his place).
To tell the truth, I don't like wine too dry--
give me a glass of something good and sweet
!

MEPHISTOPHELES (boring). This tap will soon give you Tokay.4

ALTMAYER. Come, sirs, admit what you are doing!
It's plain to me you're making fools of us.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Hardly that! With such worthy company
to do so would be just a bit too risky.
Speak up! Don't beat about the bush!
What kind of wine do you prefer?


ALTMAYER. Any will do! Don't waste time asking!
The boring and plugging of the holes is now finished.


MEPHISTOPHELES (with fantastic gestures).
On the vine grapes grow,
on the he-goat, horns;
wine is juice, vine is wood,
wooden tables give wine as good.
Nature's secret is now revealed!
Faith provides a miracle!

Now draw the plugs and drink your fill!

ALL (as they draw the stoppers and the several wines flow into their
glasses
). O lovely fountain, all for us!

MEPHISTOPHELES. But I must warn you--do not spill one drop!

They drink glass after glass.

ALL (singing). We are as happy as cannibals,
five hundred swine can't beat us!


MEPHISTOPHELES. There's freedom for you--see a happy people!

FAUST. I wish we could go on our way.

MEPHISTOPHELES First wait and see a demonstration
of marvelous animal spirits.


SIEBEL (drinking carelessly and spilling wine which turns to flame
as it hits the floor
). Help! fire! help! The flames of hell!


MEPHISTOPHELES (conjuring the flame).
Peace, friendly element, be still!
(To SIEBEL.) That time it wasn't much--a spark from purgatory.

SIEBEL. What do you mean? You wait! You'll pay for this!
Do you know whom you're dealing with?


FROSCH. Don't try that trick a second time with us!

ALTMAYER. I think we might tell him to make himself scarce.

SIEBEL. I say, sir, you are impudent
to practice your hocus-pocus here!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Be still, old wine-tun!

SIEBEL. Broomstick, you!
To injury you want to add your insults!

BRANDER. You wait! You're asking for a beating! 2310

ALTMAYER (pulling a stopper, so that fire shoots out from the table at 2275
him
). I'm burning! I'm on fire!

SIEBEL. It's black magic!
Stab him! The fellow is outside the law!


They rush at MEPHISTOPHELES with drawn knives.

MEPHISTOPHELES (with gravity of tone and gesture).
Eye, see what's not!
Charm, change the scene!
Stay here, but be there!
2315
Standing still, they look in amazement at each other.

ALTMAYER. Where am I? What a pretty country!

FROSCH. Do I see vineyards!

SIEBEL. And grapes everywhere!

BRANDER. Look underneath the leaves of this green arbor!
See the fine vine! See all the grapes!


He grabs SIEBEL'S nose; the others do the same with each other,
raising their knives.


MEPHISTOPHELES (as before).
Remove your blindfold from them, Error! 2320
And you! remember well the devil's joke.

MEPHISTOPHELES disappears with FAUST; the revelers separate.

SIEBEL. What's going on!

ALTMAYER. What's this?

FROSCH. Was that your nose?

BRANDER (to SIEBEL). And here I'm holding yours right now!
2295

ALTMAYER. I felt a shock that went all through me.
I can't stand up, get me a chair!
2325

FROSCH. Just what did happen? Can you tell me?

SIEBEL. Where is that fellow? If I find him,
he won't get out of here alive!

ALTMAYER. With my own eyes I saw him--riding on a keg
out through the tavern door.--
2330
Somehow my feet are as heavy as lead.

(Turning toward the table.)
I say, could there still be some wine?

SIEBEL. It was all make-believe--deception and illusion.

FROSCH. I really thought that I was drinking wine.

BRANDER. But did we ever see those grapes? 2335

ALTMAYER. And yet some people claim there are no miracles!


WITCH'S KITCHEN


A low hearth with a caldron on the fire; various figures appear
in the vapor rising from it.
A SHE-APE sits beside the caldron,
skimming it and watching lest it boil over.
The Buck (and YOUNG
APES are sitting beside her and warming themselves. Ceiling and
walls are decorated with the most grotesque utensils of sorcery.

-- Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

FAUST. I do not like this sorcery at all!
How can you promise I'll be cured of anything

in such a mad hodgepodge of lunacy?
Am I to seek assistance from some crone?
2340
Can the foul mess that she concocts
take thirty years from my existence?

Poor me, if you don't know a better way!
Now any hope I had is gone.
Is there no natural specific
2345
discovered by a less ignoble mind?


MEPHISTOPHELES. My friend, you're talking sense again.
Nature does have a way to make you young;
but it's recorded in another book,
and in a rather curious chapter.
2350

FAUST. I demand you tell me.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Very well! A recipe
that takes no money, magic, or physician:
Go out at once into the country
and set to hoeing and to digging;
confine yourself--and your thoughts too--
2355
within the narrowest spheres;
subsist on food that's plain and simple,
live with your cattle as their peer, and don't disdain
to fertilize in person fields that you will reap.
Take my word for it, there's no better way
to remain young until you're eighty.


FAUST. That's work I am not used to, nor can I bear the thought
of having to do labor with a shovel.
A life so much constricted would never do for me.


MEPHISTO. Since that's the case, your crone will have to help us. 2365

FAUST. Why does it have to be a witch?
Can't you yourself concoct the potion?


MEPHISTOPHELES. A fine way, that, for me to spend my time!
I could construct a thousand bridges quicker.
Knowledge and skill are not enough;
a job like this requires patience.

A calm, still spirit must toil for many years,
only time gives the subtle ferment potency.

And the ingredients are very special! 2375
Of course the devil taught her how to do it,
but he can't do the work himself.

(Seeing the APES.) Look, aren't these people elegant--
that is the maid, and he is the flunkey!
(to the APES . ) Your mistress, I infer, is not at home?


THE APES. Dining out!
Off she went
by the chimney vent!


MEPHISTOPHELES. How long do her sprees normally last?

THE APES. As long as we rest and warm our paws.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST).
What do you think of these mannerly beasts?

FAUST. I've never seen any less attractive.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I can't agree--their conversation
is just the kind that I like best.

(To the APES.) But tell me, my little jackanapes!
why are you stirring that sickening mush?


THE APES. We are cooking a watery soup for the needy.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Make it truly insipid, and many others will want it.

BUCK APE (sidling up to MEPHISTOPHELES).
Come, sir, play dice!
To be rich is so nice--
2395
just let me win!

Brains I'm not strong in,
but if I had pence
they'd say I had sense
.

MEPHISTOPHELES. This ape would think it was a privilege 24a
to be allowed to play the lottery!


The YOUNG APES, who have been playing with a large sphere,
now roll it forward.


BUCK APE. This is your world:
rising and falling,
constantly whirling;
it tinkles like glass,
240
which breaks so fast,
and it's hollow, alas!

Here's a bright spot,
and here one still brighter--
here I'm alive!
241
Son, if you love me,
have nothing to do with it
or it will kill you--
the clay that it's made of
turns into sharp splinters.


MEPHISTOPHELES. What is the sieve for?

Bucx APE (taking it down).

If you're a thief
I'd know it at once.


(Running to the SHE-APE and having her look through it.)

Look through the sieve!
You know the thief well, 2420
but his name you won't tell!

MEPHISTOPHELES (approaching the hearth). And what is this pot?

BUCK AND SHE-APE. Poor idiot he!
He's not heard of the pot,
not heard of the caldron!
2425

MEPHISTOPHELES. Beasts with no manners!

BUCK APE. Hold on to this hearth-brush
and sit down in a chair!

The APE forces MEPHISTOPHELES into an armchair.

FAUST (who meanwhile has been standing before a mirror,
sometimes approaching and sometimes moving away from it
).
What am I seeing in this magic mirror?
A form whose beauty is divine! 2430
0 lend me, Love, your fleetest wings
and lead me to Elysium!
Alas, that when I leave this point
and venture any closer to her,

I see her only in a sort of haze!-- 2435
A picture of a woman of surpassing beauty!
Can any woman be so lovely?
Am I allowed to see, in this recumbent form,
the essence of all paradises?
Does earth contain its counterpart?
2440

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's obvious that if a god works six hard days
and, when he's done, himself cries bravo,
something is bound to turn out right.

While you are at it, look your fill!
I can easily find you a girl just like that, 2445
and the man will be happy whom fate allows
to take her as his lawful wife!

While FAUST continues to look into the mirror,
MEPHISTOPHELES lounges in the armchair, toying with the hearth-brush.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Here I sit like a king on his throne,
holding a scepter, lacking only my crown.


THE APES, who have been jostling each other and making various strange
movements, now shout loudly and bring
MEPHISTOPHELES a crown.

THE APES. Be ever so kind 2450
and patch up this crown ,
with sweat and with blood!


(They handle the crown clumsily, breaking it into two pieces, with which
they dance about
.)

Now we have done it!--
We've speech and we've sight,
we listen and write
--- 2455

FAUST (looking into the mirror). Can this be driving me to madness!

MEPHISTOPHELES (pointing to the APES).
Even my head begins to reel and pound.

THE APES. And if it's our luck
to make some bit of sense,
our writing's profound!
2460

FAUST (as before). A fire has been kindled in my heart!
Let's get away from here, and quickly!


MEPHISTOPHELES (still pointing).
Well, there's one thing you must admit: these poets are completely honest.

The caldron, which the SHE-APE has meanwhile neglected, begins to boil
over; there is great flame, which flares up the chimney
.

THE WITCH (descending through the flame and screaming horribly).
Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Ow! 2465
You stupid beast! You filthy sow,
forgetting the kettle and scorching your mistress! Confounded beast!


She sees FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

WITCH. What's going on here?
Why are you two here?
2470
What do you want here?
How did you get here? Here is some fire
to torment your bones!


She plunges the skimming ladle into the caldron and splashes flames
towards
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, and the APES; the latter whimper.
MEPHISTOPHELES (reversing the brush he has been holding, and smashing
glassware and pottery
).

To pieces! to pieces! 2475
See the brew run,
see the glass break! It's jolly good fun
to be beating the time
to the song of a slut.
2480

The WITCH recoils in rage and horror.

MEPHISTOPHELES. You horrid bag of bones! Do you know who I am?
Do you not recognize your lord and master?
I see no reason not to punish you,
to dash you and your spirit-apes to pieces.
Have you lost all respect for my red doublet?

Is this cock's-feather now unknown to you?
Have I concealed my countenance?
Am I supposed to introduce myself?

WITCH. Pardon, my lord, the rude reception--
it's all because I miss your cloven hoof!
And where on earth are your two ravens?


MEPHISTOPHELES. This one time your excuse will do;
it has indeed been quite a while
since we two saw each other last.

Refinement's making everybody slick,
and so the devil too has been affected;
the Northern phantom's gone and vanished,
you see I have no horns or tail or claws;
as for the foot I cannot do without,
it would impair my social chances,
and so, like many a young man,
I wear false calves, and long have done so.


WITCH (dancing). It's more than my poor mind can grasp,
seeing here Squire Satan again!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Woman, I will not tolerate that title!

WITCH. Why not? What harm is there in it?

MEPHISTOPHELES. It is now only mythological;
yet mankind is no better off: the Evil One
they may be rid of, evil ones have still not vanished.
If you just call me Baron, that is fine;
like other gentry, I'm a cavalier.
You cannot doubt my noble blood--

look at the coat of arms I wear!

He makes an indecent gesture.


WITCH (laughing immoderately). Ha, ha! I recognize your style!
You always were a rogue, you rascal


MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST).
Observe, my friend, and learn a lesson
on how you have to deal with witches.


WITCH. Now tell me, gentlemen, what is your pleasure?

MEPHISTO. We'll have one good-sized glass of your well-known elixir,
but only of the oldest brewage, please,
2520
since every year the potency is doubled
!

WITCH. I am most happy to oblige! Here is a bottle
from which I sometimes take a nip myself
and which, besides, no longer stinks at all;

I hope you'll let me offer you a serving. 2525
(Sotto voce.) Of course you know that if he drinks it
without due preparation, he won't live an hour.


MEPHISTOPHELES. He's a good friend--we can't have any bad effects;
we'll let him have all benefits your kitchen offers.
So draw your circle, speak your spells, 253(
and then give him the well-filled cup!

The WITCH, making fantastic gestures, draws a circle and places curiou3
objects in it; simultaneously, glasses begin to ring and caldrons to vibrate,
providing a musical accompaniment. Next, she fetches a great book an
stations the
APES in a circle, where they are made to serve her as
reading-deslk and torch-holders, and then beckons to
FAUST to join her.

FAUST (to MEPHISTOPHELES).
Don't tell me anything will come of this!
The silly apparatus, the demented gestures--
I've seen enough of such jejune deceptions

to know that I cannot abide them. 253!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Of course it's nonsense! You're supposed to laugh;
don't be a sober-sided prig!
This hocus-pocus is her privilege as doctor,
a guarantee the drink will take effect.


MEPHISTOPHELES shoves FAUST into the circle.

WITCH (declaiming bombastically from the book).
See how it's done! 2541
Make ten of one,
and let two be,
make even three,
then you'll be rich.
Cast out the four! 254'
Now heed the witch:
from five and six
make seven and eight,
and now you're done:
Then nine is one, 2551
and ten is none.?
That is the witches' one-times-one.


FAUST. I think she sounds delirious.

MEPHISTOPHELES. She's far from being finished yet.
The book is all like that, as I well know; 255
it made me waste a lot of time:
self-contradiction, when complete, is to the wise
as much a mystery as to the fool.
Her art is ancient, friend, as well as modern.
In every age it's been the fashion, 256
with three-and-one and one-and-three
instead of truth, to propagate confusion.
That's how they get away with teaching silliness--
who cares to waste his time on idiots!

When people hear some words, they normally believe 2
that there's some thought behind them.

WITCH (continuing). And so our lore
has wondrous power,
although completely hidden!
Who takes no thought,
2570
will have no cares
because it's at his bidding.


FAUST. What is this nonsense she's reciting?
If this goes on my head will split.

I seem to hear the voices of 2575
a hundred thousand fools in chorus.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Enough, enough, o excellent sibyl!
Now let us have your beverage!
Be quick and fill the goblet to the brim--
the draught will do my friend no harm, 2580
for he is certainly no novice
and has drunk plenty in his day.


The WITCH, with much ceremonial, pours the drink into a cup; as FAUST
sets it to his lips, there rises from it a slight flame.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Down with it quickly! Don't stop now!
It is a cordial that works promptly.
As thick as you are with the devil, 2585
can you be frightened by a flame?


The WITCH breaks the circle, and FAUST steps forth.

MEPHISTOPHELES. And now, away! You must keep moving!

WITCH. I hope the dose will do you good!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to the WITCH).
And if there's any favor I can do for you,
be sure to tell me on Walpurgis Night.
2590

WITCH. Here, take this song, and sing it now and then;
you'll find it adds a lot to the effect.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST).
Come quickly now, and follow my instructions!
It is essential that your body sweat
if it's to benefit inside as well as out.
2595
I'll teach you later to enjoy your well-earned leisure,
and soon you'll feel, to your profound delight,
young Cupid stir and then race to and fro.


FAUST. Please let me take a last quick look into the mirror--
that woman was so beautiful! 2600

MEPHISTOPHELES. No, no! It won't be long before you see
the paragon of womankind in person.

(Sotto voce.). With this drink in you, you'll soon see
in every woman a Helen of Troy.
[Exeunt.



A STREET


Enter FAUST and MARGARETE, who walks past him.


FAUST. My lovely young lady, may I perhaps venture
to give you my arm and be your escort?

MARGARETE. I'm not a young lady, or lovely either,
and need no escort to get home.
Freeing her arm, she leaves.

FAUST. By God, that girl is a real beauty!
I've never seen one quite like her.
She is all modesty and virtue,
yet there's a bit of pertness too.
As long as I live I won't forget
those glowing cheeks and ruby lips!
Even the way she lowered her eyes
is stamped forever on my heart;
as for the brusqueness of her manner,
that was especially delightful!


Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

FAUST. You must get me that girl, I tell you.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Which one?

FAUST. The one that just went by.

MEPHISTOPHELES. What, her? She is returning from confession;
the priest absolved her of all sin--
I crept up close to the confessional.
She is an innocent, and so much so
that she had nothing to confess;
over that girl I have no power.


FAUST. She's over fourteen, isn't she!

MEPHISTOPHELES. You're talking like Jack Reprobate;
he covets every pretty flower,
and fancies there's no honest favor
which can't be plucked if he but tries;
that isn't always so, however.


FAUST. My dear Professor Dogmatist,
you may spare me your moral lessons!
And let me tell you very bluntly,
unless that sweet young thing is lying
within my arms this very night,
at stroke of twelve we part forever.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Consider practicalities!
I'll need at least a good two weeks
to ferret out an opportune occasion.

FAUST. If I could have a simple girl like that
alone for seven hours, to seduce her
I would not need the devil's help.

MEPHISTOPHELES. You're almost talking like a Frenchman now,
but please don't think of this as mere frustration!
What good is pleasure when it's rushed?
It's much less satisfactory
than when in various ways before,
and with all sorts of fuss and bother,
2650
you've shaped her up a bit and got her ready--
this can be learned from many foreign novels.

FAUST. I don't need that to whet my appetite.

MEPHISTOPHELES. No more of this tomfoolery!
I'm telling you once and for all 2655
that with this pretty child it is no use to hurry.
You won't take anything by storm;
we must resort to strategy.

FAUST. Get me some souvenir of her!
Bring me to where my angel sleeps! 2660
Get me a kerchief from her breast,
a garter to excite my passion!


MEPHISTOPHELES. To prove to you that I am eager
to be of service when you suffer,
let us not waste another moment--
2665
I'll take you to her room this very day.


FAUST. And shall I see her, have her?

MEPHISTOPHELES. No!
She will be at a neighbor's house.
You can, while she's away, be there alone
and, in the aura that her presence sheds,
2670
anticipate the taste of future joy.

FAUST. Can we go now?

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's still too soon.

FAUST. Then get a present for me to take her! [Exit.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Presents right off? Good work! He'll have success!
I know some excellent locations 2675
with lots of ancient buried treasure.
I'd better do a little looking. [Exit.


EVENING


A small, neatly kept room.


MARGARETE (braiding and tying up her hair).
I'd give a lot if I could know
vho was that gentleman today.
le really was quite debonair,
2680
ind is no doubt of noble birth;
That I could tell from his eyes and forehead--
Ind he wouldn't have been so forward otherwise.
[Exit.

Enter MEPHISTOPHELES and FAUST.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Come in, but don't make noise--don't hesitate!

FAUST (after a silence). I beg you, leave me here alone! 2685

MEPHISTOPHELES (snooping about).
Not all young women are this neat. [Exit.

FAUST (looking around carefully).
How welcome is the gentle twilight glow
that permeates this sanctuary!
Possess my heart, sweet pain of love
that lives and languishes on dews of hope!
2690
How all here breathes a sense of calm,
of order, of contentedness!
What abundance in this poverty,
what blessedness within this prison!

(He throws himself into a leather armchair beside the bed.).

Grant me a welcome, you whose open arms
2695
have held in joy or pain past generations!
To think how many times some group of children
clung to the sides of this ancestral throne!
Perhaps when still a plump-cheeked child, my love,
thanking her grandfather for his Christmas gift,
2700
here kissed his withered hand with dutiful respect.

I feel, dear girl, stirring about me
the spirit of that rich contentment
which daily teaches you maternal virtues,
bidding you place the table-cover neatly,
2705
and even strew the sand upon the floor in patterns.
Your precious hand is godlike in its power
to make this cottage paradise!

And here!
           (He lifts one of the bed-curtains.)
       What awesome ecstasy enthralls me!
I wish that I had hours to spend here.
2710
Here Nature brought, in happy dreams,
the innate angel to harmonious perfection!
Here the child lay, her tender breast
overflowing with the warmth of life,
and here upon the sacred loom of purity
was wrought the image of a goddess!

And you! What drew you here?
How deeply stirred I feel!
What are you seeking here?
Why is your heart so heavy?
Unhappy Faust, so changed I do not know you!

Is there some magic fragrance here?
My impulse was to gain immediate enjoyment;
a dream of love suffuses all my being.
Are we the sport of every change of air?

And if she suddenly should enter now, how
you would suffer for this profanation!
The gentleman, become a beggar,
would lie and languish at her feet.


Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Be quick! Down there I see her coming.

FAUST. Yes, go! I'm never coming back!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Here is a little casket, rather heavy,
that I picked up somewhere or other.
Just place it in this chest of drawers,
and, on my word, she won't believe her eyes;
you'll find that in it I have put
knickknacks enough to win two girls.
Still, children will be children, and a toy's a toy.


FAUST. I wonder, should I?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Is there any question?
You surely don't intend to hoard my treasure-trove?
If that's the case, then I'd advise Your Lustfulness
to put my time to better use
and spare me further wasted trouble.
I do hope you're not miserly!
I've scratched my head and wrung my hands--


(He puts the casket in a chest of drawers and relocks it.)

Hurry, we must be gone!--
in my concern
to make a sweet young girl
complaisant to your heart's desires,
and yet you look as glum
as if you had to go to class
and see before you, gray as life,
Physics and Metaphysics both!

Away! [Exeunt.

Enter MARGARETE, carrying a lamp.

MARGARETE. It is so sultry here, so close,

(She opens a window.)

and yet it's not so warm outside.
I have a feeling I can't describe-- 275
if only Mother would come home!
Something is making my whole body tremble--
I really am a silly, timid thing!
(She begins to sing as she changes her clothes.)
There was a king in Thule
faithful until the grave; 2764
his dying mistress gave him
a goblet made of gold.
He had no greater treasure,
used it at solemn feasts;

whenever he drank from it, 270
his eyes would fill with tears.

And when he saw death coming,
he counted all his towns,
and left his heirs his kingdom,
but not the cup of gold. 277(
He held a royal banquet
in a castle by the sea,
and with his knights was seated
in the ancestral hall.

Drinking, the old man stood there, 277!
and drank his life's last glow,
then flung the precious goblet
into the flood below.
He watched it fall, and drinking
sink deep into the sea; 278(
his eyes grew heavy, closing,
he never drank again.


(Opening the chest to put away her clothes, she sees the jewel box.)

What a fine casket! How did it get here?
I'm almost certain that I locked the chest.
This certainly is strange! I wonder what is in it?
278!
Perhaps it is someone's security,
brought for a loan my mother's made.
Here on this ribbon there's a little key,
I've a good mind to open it.
What is all this? Good heavens! Look!
279(
I've never seen the like in all my days!
A set of jewels that any lady
might wear on highest holidays!
How would this necklace look on me?
To whom can all these gorgeous things belong?
2795

(She puts on various pieces of jewelry, then stands before her mirror.)

If only I could have these earrings--
I look so very different right away!
What use are looks to us young girls?
That is all very well and good,
but it's just that, and nothing more;
2800
the praise you get is half in pity.
Wealth is what's wanted,
only gold counts.
And if we're poor--too bad!




PROMENADE



FAUST, preoccupied, is walking back and forth; he is joined by
MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. By all love ever scorned! By all the fires of hell! 2805
I wish I knew things even worse by which to swear!


FAUST. What ails you now? What's given you the gripes?
I've never seen a face like yours in all my life.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I'd have the devil take me here and now
if only I were not myself a devil!
2810

FAUST. Is something out of place there in your head?
You make a splendid raving maniac!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Imagine this! The jewels we got for Gretchen--
a priest has gone and grabbed the lot!--

No sooner does the mother see the stuff 2815
than she begins to have her private horrors.
That woman has the keenest sense of smell;
her snout is always in a book of prayers;
she sniffs all objects to discover
whether they're sacred or profane;
2820
and with those jewels her nose knew right away
that they were hardly any godsend.
Treasures of wickedness, she cried, ensnare the soul,
my child, and then consume our blood.
We'll consecrate them to the Holy Mother,
2825
and she'll delight our hearts with heaven's manna!

Our Maggie made a sour face
and thought, it is a gift-horse, after all,
and surely he can't be a godless man
who was so gallant as to bring it. 2830
The mother then sent for a priest;
as soon as he had heard the curious story,
he looked quite pleased with what he saw.
I le spoke: Those are the proper sentiments,
Ior he that overcometh shall inherit!
2835
The Church is blessed with a good stomach,
has gobbled down whole countries even,
yet never suffered from repletion;
only the Church is able to digest
treasures of wickedness, dear ladies.
2840

FAUST. That isn't any special talent--
kings and usurers practice it too.

MEPHISTOPHELES. And then he swept brooch, necklace, and the rings
into his pocket like so many trifles,
and thanked them neither more nor less
2845
than if he'd gotten a basket of nuts,
promising them all sorts of heavenly rewards--
which left them highly edified.


FAUST. And Gretchen?

MEPHISTOPHELES. She is restless, and just sits,
uncertain what she wants or ought to do, 2850
thinks day and night about the jewels,
and even more about who may have brought them for her.


FAUST. I hate to hear my love is grieving.
Get her another set at once!
The first one didn't look like much to me. 2855

MEPHISTOPHELES. I know you gentlemen think such things bagatelles!

FAUST. Don't waste your time, just follow my instructions--
and cultivate the woman who's her neighbor!
Don't dawdle and delay, you devil,
but go and get me the new set!
2860

MEPHISTOPHELES. As you command, my lord, and gladly. [Exit FAUST.
To entertain their ladies, love-sick fools like this
would take the sun and moon, the planets and the stars--
and blow them up as fireworks.
[Exit.



THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE


DAME MARTHA, alone.

MARTHA. My dear husband--may God forgive him!-- 2861
hasn't done very well by me.
Without a warning he goes away
and leaves me to grass-widowhood.
And yet, God knows, I never caused him grief,
and always loved him tenderly.
2870
(Weeping). Perhaps he's even dead!-- 0 misery...
If I but had a death certificate
!

Enter MARGARETE.

MARGARETE. Dame Martha!

MARTHA. Gretchen, what is it?

MARGARETE. My knees are weak, I can barely stand!
Now I have found another casket,
2875
this time of ebony, inside the chest,
with lots of really gorgeous things;
it's far more splendid than the first.


MARTHA. You mustn't tell your mother this;
right off she'd take it to confession too.

MARGARETE. Just take a look! Do look and see!

MARTHA (putting jewelry on MARGARETE).
You are indeed a lucky one!

MARGARETE. I can't appear in the streets, alas,
or in church either, with them on.

MARTHA. Come over here whenever you can
and dress up in them privately.
Then you can walk a while before the looking-glass,
that will afford us both great pleasure;
and soon there'll be occasions or some holidays
when you'll display one piece and then another.
A necklace first, then a pearl earring next--

your mother may well not notice, but we'll have some story for her.

MARGARETE. Who on earth could have brought those caskets?
There's something not quite right about it! (A knock.)
Good heavens! Can that be my mother?

MARTHA (peeping through the curtain). It's a strange gentleman.-- Come in!

Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I know I'm intruding, unannounced,
and hope you ladies will pardon me.

(He steps back respectfully from MARGARETE.)

I was looking for Dame Martha Schwerdtlein.

MARTHA. That's me. What is your message, sir?

MEPHISTOPHELES (to MARTHA, in a low voice).
It's enough now that I know who you are;
I see you have a genteel visitor.
Excuse the liberty I took,
I'll return in the afternoon.

MARTHA (aloud). For heaven's sake! Imagine, child,
the gentleman believes you are a lady!


MARGARETE. I'm nothing but a poor young girl;
dear me! the gentleman is much too kind;
the set of jewelry isn't mine.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Oh, it is not the jewels alone:
you have an air, such piercing eyes.
I'm much obliged that I may stay.


MARI itA. What is your news, I'm very eager...

MEPHISTOPHELES. I wish that it were happier,
and hope you won't hold it against me:
your husband's dead and sends regards.

MARTHA. Is dead? That faithful soul! Oh no!
My husband dead! My end has come!


MARGARETE. Oh don't, dear woman, don't despair!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Let me tell you the mournful story.

MARGARETE. I couldn't bear to be in love, not ever,
I'd die of grief from such a loss.


PHISTOPHELES. There is no joy but has its sorrow.

MARTHA. Tell me about the way he died!

MEPHISTOPHELES. He lies interred in Padua,
beside the church of San Antonio;
in duly consecrated ground
he has his cool and everlasting rest.


MARTHA. And do you bring me nothing else?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Yes, one request of grave importance:
be sure to have three hundred masses sung for him!
My pockets otherwise are empty.


MARTHA. What, not one lucky coin? No single piece of jewelry?--
what any journeyman has deep down in his bag
and that to keep as souvenir
he'd rather starve or be a beggar!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Madam, you have my sympathy;
still, he didn't throw money away, I assure you.
Besides, he much repented all his faults
and even more, in fact, bemoaned his wretched luck!


MARGARETE. It's sad that people have so much misfortune!
Many's the requiem I'll pray for him, that's sure.

MEPHISTOPHELES. A kind, sweet girl like you deserves
to get a husband right away.

MARGARETE. That isn't possible as yet.

MEPHISTOPHELES. If not a husband, meanwhile then a lover.
It's one of heaven's greatest blessings
to have a nice girl to embrace.

MARGARETE. That's not the custom in these parts.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Custom or not, it's still a practice.

MARTHA. Please tell me more!

MEPHISTOPHELES. I was beside him when he died.
His deathbed was some straw, half-rotten,
though better than a dunghill;
yet he died a Christian,
discovering some largish debts to his account.
How I'm compelled to loathe myself, he cried,
2955
forsaking as I did my trade, my wife!
Alack, to think of that is torment.
If only she'd forgive me while I'm still alive...


MARTHA (weeping). The dear, good man! I have long since forgiven him.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Yet she, God knows! was more to blame than I. 2960

MARTHA. He lies! And at death's door, at that!

MEPHISTOPHELES. In the last throes he was no doubt delirious,
if I am even half an expert in these matters.
I never was allowed, he said, to rest and contemplate,
but had first to get children, then the bread they needed--
2965
bread in its most extended meaning--
and couldn't even eat my share in peace and quiet.


MARTHA. Did he forget, then, all my love, all my devotion,
and how I was his drudge both day and night!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Oh, no! That never left his heart or mind. 2970
He said, the time that I left Malta
I prayed with fervor for my wife and children,
and Heaven duly granted us its favor,
and let us take a Turkish barque
that bore a treasure of the Sultan's.
2975
Then valor got its just reward,
and I received, as was my right,
my proper share of booty too.


MARTHA. How then! Can he have buried it somewhere?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Who knows which of the winds now have it! 2980
A stranger, he was wandering about in Naples
when a young, pretty lady there befriended him;
she gave him lots of loving-kindness,
he felt its consequences till his dying day.


MARTHA. The thief! A villain who steals from his own children! 2985
Not even all that misery, all that distress,
deterred him from his life of shame!


MEPHISTOPHELES. How true! But, then, that's why he now is dead.
If I were in your place, however,
I'd mourn him chastely for a year, 2990
and meanwhile set my sights on a new lover.

MARTHA. Ah, God! This side of heaven I won't find
another like my first so easily!
There hardly could have been a man more lovable.

Only he liked to travel much too much, 2995
was fond of foreign wines and women,
and had a wicked passion for a game of dice.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Well, then, things would have been all right
if, on his part, he'd been
about as tolerant of you as you of him. 3000
Upon my honor, given some such terms,
I would myself exchange engagement rings with you!

MARTHA. The gentleman is pleased to jest.

MEPHISTOPHELES (aside).
It's now high time for me to leave--
she'd hold the very devil to his word!
3005

(To GRETCHEN.) And what's the state of your own heart?

MARGARETE. Sir, how's your question meant?

MEPHISTOPHELES (aside). You innocent!
(Aloud.) Ladies, farewell!

MARGARETE. Farewell!

MARTHA. A quick word first!
I'd like to have some proof to show
where, how, and when my dear departed died, was buried.
3010
I've always done things in the proper way,
and would like, too, to see his death in the newspaper.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Of course, dear lady. As you know, it always takes
two witnesses' word to establish a truth;
I have a friend, an excellent fellow,
3015
with whom I'll go before the judge.
I'll bring him here.


MARTHA. By all means, do!

MEPHISTOPHELES. And the young lady, will she too be here?
A fine young man! He is well-traveled,
and treats young ladies with impeccable politeness.
3020

MARGARETE. Before the gentleman I'd be all blushes.

MEPHISTOPHELES. You wouldn't need to blush before a king.

MARTHA. There in the garden, behind my house,
we will expect you gentlemen this evening. [Exeunt.


A STREET


Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.


FAUST. How do things stand? Have you progressed? Will it be long? 3025

MEPHISTOPHELES. Bravo! I see you're now all fire!
It won't be long before you have your Gretchen.
At neighbor Martha's you'll see her this evening--
now there's a woman made to order
for gypsy work and for procuring!
3030

FAUST. So far, so good!

MEPHISTOPHELES. But we are asked to do a favor.

FAUST. Well, one good turn deserves another.

MEPHISTOPHELES. We simply have to make a proper deposition
to the effect her husband's limbs have been laid out
in consecrated ground at Padua.
3035

FAUST. How clever! Now we have to make the trip there first!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Sancta simplicitas! There is no need of that;
just testify without specific knowledge!

FAUST. I must reject the scheme, if that's your best suggestion.

MEPHISTOPHELES. You saint! If this is not just like you!
Is this the first time in your life
that you've committed perjury?

Have you not, with bold impudence, defined,
and in the most forceful language too,
God, and the world, and all that moves therein,
and what goes on in human minds and hearts?

Yet if you really searched your soul, you would confess
you knew as much about these matters
as now you do about one Schwerdtlein's death!


FAUST. You'll always be a liar and a sophist. 3050

MEPHISTOPHELES. But not the only one, if you'll just think some more.
Tomorrow will you not, with much protested honor,
attempt to turn poor Gretchen's head
and swear upon your soul you love her?


FAUST. Yes--and sincerely!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Well and good! 3055
And then your talk about devotion evermore,
about love's one all-overpowering urge--
will that as well be so sincere?


FAUST. Stop there! It will! When I am deeply moved
and for the turbulence I feel
3060
vainly endeavor to find a name,
yet range the world with all my senses
and search for words sublime enough
and call this ardor that consumes me
infinite, endless, and eternal,
3065
is that some diabolical delusion?


MEPHISTOPHELES. And yet I'm right!

FAUST. Now listen, and remember this,
and please don't let me waste my breath:
if someone claims he's right, and simply has a tongue,
he's certain to be right.
3070
Now come, I'm sick of all this verbiage;
and you are right--I have no other choice. [Exeunt.


A GARDEN


Enter MARGARETE, on FAUST'S arm, and MARTHA walking back and forth
with
MEPHISTOPHELES.


MARGARETE. I'm well aware the gentleman's just being kind
and condescending so that I won't feel embarrassed.
You travelers are so accustomed 3075
to taking anything you get politely.
I know only too well that my poor conversation
can't entertain someone with your experience.


FAUST. One look or word from you is far more entertaining
than all the wisdom of this world.
3080

He kisses her hand.

MARG. Oh, don't! You really shouldn't! How can you bear to kiss it?
My hand's so ugly, it's so rough.
It's all the work I've had to do--

my mother's so particular.

MARGARETE and FAUST walk on.

MARTHA. And must you, sir, be always traveling like this? 3085

MEPHISTOPHELES. Alas that business obligations force us to!
With what regret one leaves so many places,
and yet one simply can't stay on!

MARTHA. It's fine, I'm sure, when one's still energetic,
to wander anywhere one wants;
3090
but the hard years will come along,
and dragging on alone, a bachelor, to the grave
was never good for anyone.


MEPHISTOPHELES. That prospect fills me with dismay.

MARTHA. That's why, dear sir, you must plan well ahead. 3095

MARTHA and MEPHISTOPHELES walk on.

MARGARETE. Yes, out of sight and out of mind!
It's easy for you to be so polite;
but you must have a lot of friends,
and much more sensible than I.

FAUST. Dear girl, believe me! What people call good sense 3100
is often vain stupidity.

MARGARETE. How can that be?

FAUST. Alas that artless innocence
cannot appreciate itself or its own worth!
that modesty, humility, the highest gifts

which Nature lovingly bestows-- 3105

MARGARETE. Though you but think of me for one short moment,
I shall have ample time to think of you.

FAUST. You and your mother see few visitors?

MARGARETE. Oh, yes, our household is a modest one,
but still it has to be attended to.
We have no maid; it's up to me to cook and sweep,
to knit and sew, and to be always on my feet;
and Mother is so fussy!
It's not that she needs to be so economical;
more than a lot of people, we could be living well--
my father left a nice estate,
a small house, and, outside the town, a garden-plot.

But now my days are mostly quiet;
my brother is a soldier,
my little sister's dead.
She was a lot of trouble, to be sure,
but I'd be glad to have it all again,
I loved the child so much.

FAUST. An angel, if like you!

MARGARETE. I had the care of her, she loved me very much.
When she was born, my father had already died.
We gave my mother up for lost,
she lay there in such misery,
and she got better very slowly, bit by bit.
That's why it was impossible
for her to nurse the little mite herself,
and so, all by myself, I raised her
on milk and water; she became my child that way.
Held in my arms, and lying on my lap,
she smiled and kicked, began to grow.


FAUST. You've truly known the purest form of happiness.

MARGARETE. But many a hard hour, truly, too.
At night the baby's cradle stood
beside my bed; no sooner would she stir
than I'd wake up; sometimes I'd have to feed her,
sometimes I had to lay her down beside me
or, if she was not quiet, get up out of bed
and pace the room to dandle her,
and be up early in the morning at the washtub;
then do the marketing and watch the stove,
and on and on like that day in, day out.
At times, good sir, you feel discouraged;
but then you do enjoy your meals, and sleep well too.


MARGARETE and FAUST walk on.

MARTHA. It's hard on women, though, you must admit:
your long-time bachelor can hardly be reformed.

MEPHISTOPHELES. All it would take would be someone like you
to teach me something better.

MARTHA. Speak plainly, sir! Haven't you yet found anything?
Is there no romantic attachment anywhere?


MEPHISTOPHELES. The proverb says: a home of one's own, 3155
a virtuous woman, are as precious as gold and pearls.


MARTHA. My question's whether you have ever wanted one.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I've found great kindness everywhere.

MARTHA. I meant your feelings--were they ever serious?

MEPHISTOPHELES. To trifle with a woman's heart is most improper. 3160

MARTHA. You simply will not understand!

MEPHISTOPHELES. I'm very sorry!
But I do understand-- that you are very kind
.

MARTHA and MEPHISTOPHELES walk on.

FAUST. My little angel recognized me right away
when I was entering the garden?

MARGARETE. Didn't you see how I lowered my eyes? 3165

FAUST. And you forgive my liberty the other day--
it really was presumptuous impudence--
when you were coming out of the cathedral?


MARGARETE. I was dismayed, I'd never had that happen;
till then, nobody could speak ill of me. 317(
Dear me, I thought, can he have seen in your behavior
something immodest or improper?
It was as if he felt he had the right
to treat me as an ordinary girl.

Yet to be honest, right away inside me 317:
something began to intercede for you;
but just the same I was quite angry with myself
because I couldn't be still angrier with you.


FAUST. Sweet love!

MARGARETE. Let me do this!

Picking a daisy, MARGARETE plucks its petals one by one.

FAUST. Is it for a bouquet?

MARGARETE. No, just a game.

FAUST. How's that?

MARGARETE. Stay there! You'd only laugh.
She pulls off petals, murmuring.


FAUST. What are you murmuring?

MARGARETE (half aloud). He loves me-- loves me not.

FAUST. That lovely, that angelic face!

MARGARETE (continuing).
Loves me-- not-- loves me-- not--

(Elated, she plucks the last petal.)

He loves me!

FAUST. Yes, my child! Let what this flower says 311
serve you as oracle. He loves you!
Do you know what that means? He loves you!


MARGARETE. I'm trembling!

FAUST. Don't be afraid! Look in my eyes,
let them and let these hands that now clasp yours
express what tongue can never say:
319(1
complete devotion and a sense of bliss
that must endure eternally!

Eternally!--- Its end would be despair.
There must not be an end! Not ever!


MARGARETE presses his hands, frees herself, and runs off. FAUST stands
pensive for a moment, then follows her.


MARTHA (entering). It's starting to get dark.

MEPHISTOPHELES. And we must go. 3195

MARTHA. I'd ask you to remain here longer,
but this is such an evil-minded town.
It's just as if nobody had a thing to do
or keep him busy
except to stare at what his neighbor's up to,
3200
and you get talked about no matter how you act.
Where's our young couple?


MEPHISTOPHELES. They've flown down the garden path.
The wanton butterflies!


MARTHA. I'd say he's taken with her.

MEPHISTOPHELES. And she with him as well. So runs the world its
course
. [Exeunt.



A SUMMERHOUSE


Enter MARGARETE, hurriedly; she hides behind the door with her finger to
her lips, and peeks through the crack.


MARGARETE. He's coming!

Enter FAUST.

FAUST. Little minx, you're teasing me! 3205
I've caught you!

He gives her a kiss.

MARGARETE (embracing him, and returning the kiss).
Dear heart, I love you so!

Enter MEPHISTOPHELES, knocking on the door.

FAUST (stamping his foot). Who's there?

MEPHISTOPHELES. A friend!

FAUST. A beast!

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's almost time to leave.

Enter DAME MARTHA.

MARTHA. Yes, it is late, good sir.

FAUST. May I see you both home?

MARGARETE. My mother would . . . . Farewell!

FAUST. Then I must go?
Farewell!

MARTHA. Adieu!

MARGARETE. Until we shall soon meet again! 3210

[Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

MARGARETE. It is astonishing the many,
many ideas a man like that can have!
I simply stay embarrassed when I'm with him
and answer all he says with yes.
I'm such a silly poor young thing,
3215
I can't think what he sees in me.
[Exit.



FOREST AND CAVE


Enter FAUST, alone.


FAUST. Spirit sublime, all that for which I prayed,
all that you now have granted me. In fire
you showed your face to me, but not in vain.
You gave me for my realm all Nature's splendor,
3220
with power to feel and to enjoy it. You grant
not only awed, aloof acquaintanceship,
you let me look deep down into her heart
as if it were the bosom of a friend.
You lead the ranks of living beings past me,
3225
and teach me thus to know my fellow creatures
in air and water and in silent wood.
And when the storm-swept forest creaks and groans,
when, as it falls, the giant fir strips down
and crushes neighboring boughs and trunks, and when
3230
the hill echoes its fall as muffled thunder,
you guide me to the safety of a cave,
reveal my self to me, and then my heart's
profound and secret wonders are unveiled.
And when I see the calming moon ascend
3235
and pass unblemished, into view there float
from walls of rock and out of dripping glade
the argent
4 shapes of ancient times that serve
to temper contemplation's stern delight.
That nothing perfect ever can be man's,
3240
I feel that here. Together with this bliss
which brings me ever nearer to the gods,
you have me the companion 1 can now
not do without, though, cold and insolent,
he makes me scorn myself and turns your gifts
to nothing with a single whispered word.
Untiringly he fans within my breast
a burning passion for her loveliness.
I reel between desire and enjoyment,
and in enjoyment languish for desire.


Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Will it be long before you've had enough of this?
How can this life continue to amuse you?
No doubt it's good to try it once;
but then go on again to something else!


FAUST. I wish you'd other things to do
than plague me when I am content without you.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Come, now! I'm glad to have you resting--
you cannot honestly complain.
Your company is truly no great boon,
you're so abrupt, ungracious, and erratic.
One has his hands full all day long!

You never can tell from the master's expression
what he might like, or what you shouldn't do.

FAUST. That is exactly the right tone--
the servant who's a nuisance then wants gratitude!

MEPHISTOPHELES. You miserable mortal, how on earth
would you have carried on without me?

My treatment's given you some longish intermissions
from the delirium of your delusions;
and if it weren't for me, you'd have long since
sauntered away from this terrestrial sphere.
Why must you waste time here and, owl-like,
perch in these caves and crevices?
What pleasure do you get imbibing, toad-like,
your nourishment from sodden moss and dripping rocks?

A pretty way to pass the time--
there's a professor in you still!


FAUST. Can you not understand what new vitality
I gain from this sojourn in desolate solitude?
Still, if you had some inkling, you would be
devil enough to envy me my happiness.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Superterrestrial delights--
to lie on mountain tops in dew and darkness,
embracing earth and sky ecstatically,
to be puffed up as though you welt. a rod, 328:,
to probe the earth with urgent intuitions,
to feel your heart at one with all six days' creation,
enjoying who knows what ill your great arrogance
and, now no more an earthbound mortal,
blissfully merging with the All--
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and then to let your lofty intuitions

(He makes an expressive gesture.)

end in a way that I can't mention.

FAUST. For shame!

MEPHISTOPHELES. You find that, then, unpleasant?
You're a fine one to cry for shame genteelly.
Before chaste ears one must not name
3295
what chaste hearts cannot do without.

But to be brief, I'm glad if you enjoy
telling youself a lie once in a while,
even if it won't sustain you long.
You are already wearing out again;
3300
if this goes on, your madness or your fears
will leave you broken down completely.
Enough of this! Your love is there in town,
beginning to feel confined in gloom.
You're never absent from her mind,
3305
her love for you is overpowering.

It's not long since the spate of your mad passion
came like a brook that floods when snows are melting;
you let it pour into her heart,
and now your freshet is a shallow brook again.
3310
It might be well, I think, if our grand gentleman,
instead of sitting in his forest kingdom,
left his throne and remunerated
that poor young thing for her devotion.
It is a pity how time seems to drag for her;
3315
she stands at the window and watches the clouds
moving away above the old town-wall.
If I had the wings of a bird--that's her song

day in and day out, and half of every night.
Sometimes she's cheerful, though mostly sad,
3320
while sometimes she has no tears left,
then she'll seem calm again--
and always she's in love.


FAUST. Serpent! serpent!

MEPHISTOPHELES (aside). I'm sure I've got you now! 332

FAUST. Damnable villain, get you hence!
And make no mention of that lovely girl!

Do not evoke again before these half-crazed senses
desire for the sweetness of her body!


MEPHISTOPHELES. What do you want! She thinks you've run away, 3330
and that is more or less the case.

FAUST. I always will be near her, even far away,
and never can forget or bear to lose her;
I envy, if her lips should touch it in my absence,
the very Body of her Lord.
3335

MEPHISTOPHELES. That's good, my friend! I've often envied you
the twins that feed among the lilies.


FAUST. Flee, you pimp!

MEPHISTOPHELES. How splendidly you rant, while I can only laugh.
The god who fashioned boys and girls, at once
gave recognition to the noblest of professions
3340
when he himself created opportunity.

Don't dawdle anymore! Why so much misery!
It's not as if you were about to go face death;
you're only summoned to your sweetheart's room.

FAUST! What bliss can being in her arms afford? 3345
Although upon her breast I do find warmth,
shall I still not be feeling her distress
or cease to be unconstant, homeless,
a restive brutal creature with no purpose
that like a cataract has stormed in greedy fury
3350
from rock to rock toward the abyss below?
Close by, a child not yet awakened,
she has her cottage on an alpine meadow,
and that small world encompasses
her whole home-bound existence.
3355
And I, accursed of God,
I have not been content
to seize the rocks
and shatter them,
but have had to destroy her and her peace!
3360
This victim you demanded, Hell!
Help me, devil, shorten the dread of waiting,
and let what must be, be quickly done!
May I be crushed by what will be her doom,
and let her share my ruin with me!
3365

MEPHISTOPHELES. So much seething and ardor again!
Go back and comfort her, you fool.
When certain dainty fellows meet an impasse,
they right away imagine it's the end.
Long life to him who keeps his courage!
In other ways you're fairly far in devilry.
I know of nothing so insipid anywhere
as is a devil driven to despair.
[Exeunt.



GRETCHEN'S ROOM



MARGARETE is alone, sitting at her spinning-wheel.

GRETCHEN. My heart is heavy,
all peace is gone,
I'll never find it,
never, again.


Where he is not,
is like the grave,
and all my world
is turned to gall.'


My poor, poor head
is all upset,
my wretched mind
is torn apart.


My heart is heavy,
all peace is gone,
I'll never find it,
never, again.

I look from my window
only for him
and only to seek him
do I leave the house.

His splendid poise,
his noble figure,
the smile of his, mouth,
the spell of his eyes,

the fascinating
words he utters,
his hand on mine,
and, oh! his kiss!


My heart is heavy,
all peace is gone,
I'll never find it,
never, again.

My breast is yearning
to be with him;

could I but clasp
and hold him tight,
and kiss him
as my heart desires,
under his kisses
I'd swoon and die!




MARTHA'S GARDEN


Enter MARGARETE and FAUST.

MARGARETE. Heinrich, tell me the truth...

FAUST. As best I can!

MARGARETE. Then say what your religion is.
You are a sweet good man, and yet
I think religion doesn't matter much to you.


FAUST. Hush, child! Your feelings tell you
that I love you;
I'd give my life for those who're dear to me,
I would deprive no one of either faith or church.


MARGARETE. That's wrong! We must believe these things!

FAUST. Must?

MARGARETE. If I only could persuade you
to! But you don't even venerate the holy sacraments.


FAUST. I pay them due respect.

MARGARETE. But you don't want them.
It's long since you have been to mass or to confession.
Do you believe in God?


FAUST. My darling, who can say,
I believe in God?
To priests or sages you may put your question,
and what they answer will but seem
to mock the asker.


MARGARETE. Then you have no faith?

FAUST. Listen more carefully, my angel!
Who can name Him
and dare profess,
I believe He is!
Who can feel deeply
and then presume
to say, I don't believe!
Encompassing all,
sustaining all,
does He not hold, sustain
you, and me, and Himself?
Is not the vault of heaven there above?
Here below is earth not firm?
And do not everlasting stars
emerge and gently gleam on high?
And when I look into your eyes
does not all being press
upon your heart and mind,
an unseen presence stir,
visibly, beside you?
Imbue your heart with this immensity,
and when you wholly feel beatitude,
then call it what you will--
Happiness! Heart! Love! God!
I have no name to give it!
Feeling is everything,
name is but sound and smoke
that damp celestial ardor.


MARGARETE. That is all very well and good;
it's much the same as what our priest has said,
although in slightly different words.


FAUST. It's what all hearts beneath the light of heaven
are saying everywhere,
and each in its own language;
why not I, too, in mine?


MARGARETE. Hearing it put that way, it seems to sound all right,
but still there is a hitch in it,
since you don't hold to Christianity.


FAUST. Dear child!

MARGARETE. I've long been much distressed
to see the company you keep.

FAUST. What do you mean?

MARGARETE. The person with you all the time
is someone I detest with all my soul;

never in my whole life has anything
so cut me to the heart
as has that man's repellent face.


FAUST. Dear poppet, have no fear of him!

MARGARETE. His presence makes my blood run cold.
There's no one otherwise whom I dislike.
but much as I may long to see you
I dread that man in some mysterious way,
think him a rogue and villain too.
May God forgive me if I do him wrong!


FAUST. It takes all sorts to make a world.

MARGARETE. I wouldn't want to live with anyone like him!
As soon as he steps in the door
his expression's half one of mockery, and half of anger;
it's obvious that nothing really interests him;
you see it written in his face
that he's incapable of loving anyone.
I'm so contented when I'm in your arms,
so unconstrained, so warm and yielding,
and then his presence chokes me up inside.


FAUST. You angel, with your intuitions!

MARGARETE. This is so overwhelming that,
no matter when or where he joins us,
I even think that I no longer love you.
Then too,
if he's around, I couldn't say a prayer,
you, Heinrich, surely feel this too.
and that is eating out my heart;


FAUST. It's just a personal antipathy.

MARGARETE. I must go now.

FAUST. Oh, can I never stay
and rest a single hour upon your heart,
pressing my breast to yours and letting our souls join?


MARGARETE. Alas! if I but slept alone, 3505
I'd gladly leave the bolt undrawn tonight;
but Mother does not sleep too soundly,
and if she caught us in the act
I know I'd die right then and there!


FAUST. You angel, that presents no problem. 3510
Here is a vial. Three drops in anything she drinks
will be enough to put her
pleasantly into a deep sleep.


MARGARETE. What is there I won't do for you!
I trust it will not do her any harm?
3515

FAUST. Would I suggest it otherwise, my love!

MARGARETE. Dearest, I only have to look at you,
and something makes me do whatever you desire;
I've done so much for you already
that there is almost nothing else to do
. [Exit.

Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTO. The pert young miss has left?

FAUST. You've played the spy again?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I listened to the whole proceedings,
heard the professor catechized,
and hope that it will do you good.
The girls are really keen on knowing
3525
if one accepts the good old simple, pious ways.
They think conformists easiest to rule.


FAUST. You monster, you cannot conceive
how such a loyal and loving soul,
imbued completely with a faith
that is for her
the one path to salvation, suffers agonies
to think she must regard her lover a lost soul.


MEPHISTOPHELES. You supersensual sensualist,
a little girl can lead you by the nose.


FAUST. Monstrosity of filth and fire!

MEPHISTOPHELES. And what a physiognomist she is!
My presence fills her with the strangest feelings;
she reads deep meanings in my ugly face
and senses that I am some sort of radical,
perhaps, in fact, the very devil.
Tonight, then...?

FAUST. What is that to you?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Oh, it is something I can relish! [Exeunt.



AT THE WELL


Enter GRETCHEN and LIESCHEN, with pitchers.


LIESCHEN. You haven't heard about poor Barbara?

GRETCHEN. No, not a word. I get about so little.

LIESCHEN. It's true, and Sibyl told me so today.
She too has let herself be taken in, and how!
So much for her fine airs!


GRETCHEN. But how?

LIESCHEN. It stinks to heaven!
She's feeding two now when she eats and drinks.


GRETCHEN. Oh no!

LIESCHEN. She got what she deserved, all right!
She kept the fellow to herself for all that time.
Those walks together,
those village dances,
her always having to be first,
his always treating her to wine and pastry--
she was stuck-up about her looks,
but wasn't proud enough to be ashamed
to take the presents that he gave her.

With all that cooing, all that kissing,
the upshot is, the flower's plucked!


GRETCHEN. Poor thing!

LIESCHEN. How can you pity her!
When the likes of us were busy spinning,
and when at night our mothers kept us all upstairs,
she'd be with her darling lover,
and on the hallway bench, there in the dark,
they never thought about the time.
Well, she can learn now to conform
and do church penance in her sinner's smock.


GRETCHEN. But surely he will marry her.

LIESCHEN. He'd be a fool! A lively fellow
has lots of places where he's welcome.
Besides, he's gone.

GRETCHEN. That isn't fair!

LIESCHEN. Even if she should catch him, she'll get what's coming to her!
The boys will grab her bridal wreath,
and we'll strew chaff before her door.
[Exit.

GRETCHEN (walking home).
How readily I once declaimed
when some poor girl did the wrong thing!

Worked up about the sins of others,
I never had words sharp enough.
What seemed so black, I blackened even more,
and yet that wasn't black enough for me;
I'd cross myself, act high and mighty--
and now I'm prey to sin myself!
And yet, o God, what brought me to it,
was all so good, and oh so sweet!
[Exit.



BY THE RAMPARTS


In a niche of the wall, a shrine with an image of the Mater Dolorosa before
which stand jars of flowers.--Enter
GRETCHEN, who places fresh flowers in
the jars.



GRETCHEN. Deign, o deign,
you who are sorrow-laden,
to look down with mercy on my distress!

With sword-pierced heart
3590
and racked by pain,
you raise your eyes to your son's death.

You look up to his Father
and to Him on high
send sighs for His and your distress.
3595

Who but you
can feel the pain
that courses through my frame?
How afraid my poor heart is,
how it trembles, how it's yearning,
3600
only you can know, and you alone!

No matter where I go,
what sorrow, oh what sorrow
there is within my breast!
No sooner am I left alone
3605
than I must weep and weep and weep--
inside my heart is breaking.

I watered with bitter tears
the window flower-pots
when in the early morning
3610
I plucked for you these flowers.

When the bright sun was rising
and shone into my room,
in all my misery
I was sitting awake in bed.
3615

Help, and save me from shame and death!
0 deign,
you who are sorrow laden,
to look down with mercy on my distress!




NIGHT


Street, before the door of Gretchen's house. Enter her brother VALENTINE,
a soldier.


VALENTINE. It used to be when we all drank together 3620
and many of my comrades, as they do,
would start to boast
and loudly praise the fairest of the fair
and drain their glasses to wash down the toasts,
I'd plant my elbow on the table
3625
and sit relaxed and, unconcerned,
listen to all their bragging talk,
and stroke my beard and smile,
then reach for my full glass and say,
to each according to his taste!
3630
but is there anyone in all the land
who can come up to my dear Gretel,
who's fit to hold a candle to my sister?

Hear, hear! and clink of glasses went around the table
as there were shouts of "He is right"
and "She's the flower of her sex!"
Then, all those braggarts sat there silent.
And now--it is enough to make me tear my hair
and drive me up a wall!--
I'm going to have to let myself be mocked
by any scoundrel's taunts and sneers,
and sit like a dishonest debtor
and sweat at any chance remark!
And even though I could give them a beating,
I still could not give them the lie.
But who's that coming--and so furtively?
There's two of them, I'm almost certain;
if he is one, I'll have his hide,
he won't get out of here alive!


Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

FAUST. See there how from the window of the sacristy
the everlasting lamp sends up a flickering light
that fades away to dusk off toward the sides
as darkness presses in about it!
In my heart, too, all now is night.


MEPHISTOPHELES. And I too languish, like the cat you see
there, stealing past the fire ladders,
and creeping now beside those walls;
at the same time I feel quite energetic,
and eager for a bit of theft or lechery--
I feel already in my bones
the glories of Walpurgis Night,

which will be here again two nights from now,
and that's a time when there's good reason not to sleep.


FAUST. Perhaps by then that treasure will have risen
whose aura I see gleaming, off back there?


MEPHISTOPHELES. It won't be long before you have the pleasure
of raising that small pot from out the ground.
I happened to peep into it the other day
and saw some fine Bohemian dollars.


FAUST. No piece of jewelry, no ring,
with which to prettify my mistress?


MEPHISTOPHELES. I think I did see something in it
that rather looked like strings of pearls.


FAUST. Then all is well! I'm always sorry
if I arrive withqut a present.


MEPHiSTOPHELES. It really shouldn't bother you,
enjoying something free sometimes.
Now that the sky shines full of stars,
it's time you heard a bit of virtuosity.
I have a moral song to sing her--
3680
it's sure to make her even more infatuated.


(He sings, accompanying himself on a guitar.)

Tell me, Kate dear,
why are you here
at lover's door
so early in the morning?
3685
No more of this!
You are a Miss
when you're let in,
but are no Miss at parting.

Now all take heed! 3690
Once done, the deed
is done for good-
alas for you, poor things!
So when you love
be sure you aren't 3695
too kind to rogues--
without your wedding rings!


VALENTINE (advancing).
Hell and damnation! You accursed Pied Piper,
for whom are your enticements meant!
The devil take your instrument, 3700
then take the singer to go with it!


MEPHISTOPHELES. He's broken my guitar, it's useless now!

VALENTINE. And now it's time to break some heads!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST).
Professor, don't retreat! Be bold!
Get close to me, do as I tell you! 3705
Out with your iron! Do not wait,
thrust home! I'll do the parrying.

VALENTINE. Then parry this!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Why not?

VALENTINE. And this!

MEPHISTOPHELES. With ease!

VALENTINE. It is like fighting with the devil!
And what is this? My hand's becoming numb. 3710

MEPHISTO (to FAUST). Now strike!

VALENTINE (falling). What pain!

MEPHISTOPHELES. There, we have tamed that lout
But now away! We must at once make ourselves scarce—
there are already cries of blood and murder.
I'm an old hand with ordinary magistrates,
but manage far less well in courts with oaths and bans.

MARTHA (at a window). Into the street!

GRETCHEN (at a window). And bring the light!

MARTHA (as before). It is a brawl--a fight, a duel.

Enter TOWNSPEOPLE.

PEOPLE. Here's one already lying dead!

MARTHA (coming from her house).
The murderers--have they already fled?

GRETCHEN (coming from her house).
Who is that there?

PEOPLE. Your mother's son.

GRETCHEN. Almighty God! What misery!

VALENTINE. I'm dying--that is quickly said
and still more quickly done.
Why must you women stand there wailing?
Come close, hear what I say!

(All gather around him.)

Gretchen, my dear, you really are still immature
and are not clever enough yet,
and only botch your business.
I tell you this, and just in confidence:
since you have now become a whore,
make that your occupation!

GRETCHEN. How can you, brother, in God's name! say that to me?

VALENTINE. You leave our Lord God out of this!
What's done is done, alas! already,
and what will be, will be as best it can.
You started with a single secret lover,
but soon there will be several more,
and once a dozen men have had you,
then the whole town will have you too.

No sooner is Dishonor born
than where she is is kept a secret,
and then they draw the veil of night
about her brow and ears
and would in fact be glad to kill her.
But when she grows, gets to be big,
she even goes unveiled by day,
yet isn't any prettier.
The uglier her face becomes,
the more she seeks the light of day.
I swear that I foresee the time
when all the decent folk in town
will shrink away, you slut, from you
as from a corpse that breeds infection!
And if they look you in the face
you'll feel despair within your heart!
3755
No more allowed to wear gold chains,
or stand in church next to the altar,
or dress yourself in fine lace collars
and have good times at public dances,
you'll hide with beggars and the lame
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in some dark nook of misery
and, even if God should forgive you later,
be damned as long as you're on earth!

MARTHA. Commend your soul to the mercy of God!
Will you add slander to your debts?
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VALENTINE. If only I could reach your scrawny body
and lay my hands on you, vile bawd,
I'd hope to get abundant pardon
for all the sins that I've committed!


GRETCHEN. My brother! This is martyrdom! 3770

VALENTINE. Come, now! don't bother to shed tears!
When you renounced your sense of pride
you gave my heart the fatal blow.
Now in the sleep of death I'll go
to God, a soldier, and an honest soul.
(Dies.) 3775



CATHEDRAL


Mass, with organ and CHOIR. GRETCHEN, surrounded by people; her Evil,
SPIRIT behind her.


SPIRIT. How different were your feelings
when, still innocent,
you could approach that altar
and from your little tattered book
would lisp your prayers--
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half childhood games,
and half devotions!
Gretchen!
What are your thoughts?
What crime is buried 3785
deep within your heart?

Are you now praying for your mother's soul,
that by your fault is gone to long, long agonies?
Whose is the blood before your door?
-- And now beneath your heart
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does life not stir and quicken,
alarming you and itself too
with its foreboding presence?


GRETCHEN. Alas!
Could I but escape these thoughts
that come at me from every side,
do what I will!


CHOIR. Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla.
Organ music is heard.


SPIRIT. Feel God's wrath!
Hear the trumpet sound!
The graves now tremble!
And from its rest as ashes
your heart,
brought back again
to burn in torment,
awakes and trembles!


GRETCHEN. 0 to be away from here!
The organ seems
to take my breath away,
the singing to undo
my inmost heart.


CHOIR. Judex ergo cum sedebit,
quidquid latet adparebit,
nil inultum remanebit.


GRETCHEN. I feel so stifled!
The pillars and the walls
confine me,
the vaulting
presses down.---Air!


SPIRIT. Go hide!
There is no hiding
sin and dishonor!
Air? Light?
Woe to you!


CHOIR. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
quem patronum rogaturus,
cum vix justus sit securus?


SPIRIT. All souls now blessed
avert their faces from you.
Those who are pure refuse in horror
to reach out to you.
Woe!

CHOIR. Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?

GRETCHEN. Good neighbor, please! your salts!

(She swoons.)



WALPURGIS NIGHT


In the Harz Mountains, near Schierke and Elend. Enter FAUST and
MEPHISTOPHELES.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Do you not wish you had a broomstick?
I wouldn't mind a sturdy goat myself.
This way, it's long until we reach our destination
.

FAUST. While I feel fresh still, and my legs aren't tired,
this walking-stick is all I need.
And what's the point of shortening our path?---

To wander in a labyrinth of valleys
and then to climb these rocks from which,
forever bubbling, water wells and plunges,
is a delight that lends such walks as this their zest!
Spring is now stirring in the birches,
and even firs already feel its presence--
why should it not affect our limbs as well?


MEPHISTOPHELES. To tell the truth, I've noticed nothing of the kind!
It feels like winter here inside of me,
and I'd prefer a road with snow and frost.
How drearily with its belated glow
the red moon's crescent now is rising
and gives us such poor light that every step you take
you run into a tree or rock!
Allow me to summon a will-o'-the-wisp!
I see one there who's burning merrily.

Hey there, my friend! May I ask you to join us?
Why blaze away to no good purpose?
Be kind enough to light us up that slope!


WILL-O'-THE-WISP. I hope that my respect for you
will let me curb my buoyancy--
our custom is to go by zigzags only.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Well, well! your aim's to imitate mankind.
Now, by the devil, just go straight
or I'll blow out your flicker of life!


WISP. You're lord and master here, that's plain to see,
and I'll accommodate myself to you with pleasure.
Remember, though, the mountain's magic-mad tonight,
and if a will-o'-the-wisp's to be your guide,
you must not be particular.


FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, WISP (singing by turns).
It would seem we've been admitted
to the sphere of dreams and magic.
Guide us well, do yourself credit,
speed us on our travels onward
in these vast, deserted spaces!
I see trees, and lives behind them,
moving past us in a hurry,
and see cliffs that make obeisance,
and those rocks with their long noses
snoring loudly--hear them blowing!

Through the stones and turf are flowing
rill and streams that hasten downward.
Are those murmurs, is that singing?
Do I hear love's sweet lamenting,
voices from my days of heaven--
days of love and all we hope for!
Echo, like an ancient legend,
makes reply off in the distance.

Hoo, hoo-hoo!--the sound comes closer;
have the owl and jay and plover
all remained awake at nighttime?

Are those long legs and fat bellies
in the bushes salamanders?
Roots as well, just like the reptiles,
send strange coils from sand and crevice
to alarm and to entrap us,
or from the gnarled and living timber
reach out with their polyp-tendrils
towards the passer-by. By legions
mice in myriads of colors
scamper through the moss and heather,
and entire swarms of fireflies,
darting past in dense processions,
form an escort that bewilders.

Tell me whether we have halted
or continue to go forward?
It would seem that all's revolving--
rocks and trees which make grimaces,
and the errant jack-a-lanterns
which are swelling, multiplying.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Get a good hold of my coattails!
Here's a sort of half-way peak
that affords a marvelous sight:
mammon glowing in the rocks.


FAUST. How strangely there glimmers through the dells
a murky gleam like dawn's first red
which even casts its flashing light
into the deepest gorge of the abyss!
There steam is rising, vapors there are drifting,
a glow of fire shines here in a veil of mist,
now creeping like a slender filament,
now gushing like a fountain-head;
here for a while it forms a hundred veins
that wend their way along the valley,
then at that narrow bend it suddenly
becomes a single strand.
Nearby a burst of sparks
is strewn about like golden sand.
But see how the whole wall of rock
is now aflame from top to bottom!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Lord Mammon has, you must admit, illuminated
his palace lavishly for this occasion!
You're lucky to have seen the spectacle--
I scent the arrival of boisterous guests.

FAUST. What a tremendous storm is raging--
it's raining blows upon my back!


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Unless you grab that rock's old ribs,
it's sure to hurl you to the bottom of these gorges.
A mist now makes the darkness denser.
Hear all the tumult in the forest--
the owls are startled into flight!
Hear how, in palaces of evergreen,

the pillars split asunder.
Branches are grating and breaking,
trunks thunder and rumble,
and roots are creaking and cracking!
In dread confusion they fall and crash
and lie each one atop the other,
and through the chasms filled with wreckage
the winds are hissing and howling.--

Do you hear, above us, voices
in the distance, coming closer?
All along the mountain now
torrents of frenzied spells are heard!


Enter WITCHES, singing in chorus.

WITCHES. Witches bound for the Brocken are we,
the stubble is yellow, the new grain is green.
All our number will gather there,
and You-Know-Who will take the chair.
So we race on over hedges and ditches,
the he-goats stink and so do the witches.


A VOICE. There's ancient Baubo coming alone,
she's riding on a mother sow.


WITCHES. All honor, then, where honor's due!
Dame Baubo, come and lead our crew!

A good fat sow with dame on her back,
and witches will follow all in a pack.


A VOICE. Which way did you come?

A VOICE. Past the Ilsenstein.
I peeped into an owl's nest there--
she opened both eyes wide!

A VoICE. 0 go to the devil!
And why are you racing?

A VOICE. She's flayed me alive--
just look at my sores!

WITCHES. The path is broad, the path is long,
and yet we are a frantic throng!

The pitchfork pricks, the broomstick pokes,
the mother bursts, the infant chokes.


Enter WARLOCKS.

WARLOCKS (first semichorus).
Like shell-bound snails we drag along,
the women are all in the van--
when folk set out for Satan's house
woman's a thousand steps ahead.


WARLOCKS (second semichorus).
We don't take that too much to heart:
no matter how much haste they make,
they need a thousand steps to do
what men can do in just one leap.


A VOICE (above). Come join us, you down by the tarn!

VOICES (from below). We'd like to go on up with you,
but since we've washed till spick and span,
sterility remains our fate.


WITCHES AND WARLOCKS.
The wind is hushed, the stars take flight,
the clouded moon withdraws from sight,
but as we roar along, our rout
sprays myriad magic-sparks about.


A VOICE (from below). Stop! Wait for me!

A VOICE (above). Who's calling from the crevice there?

A VOICE (below). Take me along! Take me too!
I slipped three hundred years ago
and ever since have tried in vain
to reach my friends at the top again.


WITCHES AND WARLOCKS.
A stick or broom will carry you,
so will a goat or pitchfork too;
and if tonight you cannot soar,
you are disgraced forevermore.


HALF-WITCH (below).
I've lagged behind a long time now,
the others are so far ahead;
at home I have no peace and quiet,
but, then, I don't find any here.

WITCHES. To give us courage, salves avail,
a rag can serve us as a sail,
and any trough as a ship that's tight;
you'll never fly, if you don't tonight.


WITCHES AND WARLOCKS.
And when the summit has been reached,
scurry along upon the ground
and with your witchdom's multitudes
cover, then, all the heath around!


They settle on the ground.

MEPHISTOPHELES. What crowding, pushing, what noisy clatter!
What hissing, swirling, what lively babble!
Those sparks and flashes, that stench and fire,
are truly witchdom's element!

Hang on to me, or we will soon be parted!
Now where are you!


FAUST (in the distance). I'm here.

MEPHISTOPHELES. What! dragged so far already?
I'll have to show who's master here.
Make way, your Squire's here! Make way, sweet mob, make way!
Professor, take my hand! Now, in one jump,
we can escape this press of people--
this madness is too much for even me!
A most peculiar light is shining over there,
I'm curious about what's in those bushes.
Come, let's slip in and have a look!


FAUST. Spirit of contradictions, have your way! Lead on!
But, I must say, what we have done is clever--
we climb the Brocken on Walpurgis Night
to isolate ourselves now that we're here.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Just take a look! See those bright fires!
Some lively club's assembled for a meeting.
You do not need a crowd to have companionship.

FAUST. But I would rather be up there,
where I glimpse flames and whirling smoke!
Those crowds are surging on toward Satan;
the answer to many riddles is surely there.


MEPHISTOPHELES. But many riddles, too, are set.
Great folk may like the noisy life,
we'll be quite cozy in this quiet spot.

Besides, it is an ancient practice
to make your own small worlds inside the great one.
I see some nice young witches over there,
stark naked next to elders wisely veiled.

Be pleasant to them, simply for my sake;
a little effort gets you much amusement.
But hark! there is the twang of instruments,
a curse one simply has to learn to bear.
Come! come along and face the music;

I'll make the overtures and introduce you,
and you'll be much obliged to me again.
You must admit, my friend, that "small" does not describe
a space--just look!--which hardly seems to end.
All in a row a hundred fires blaze;
folk dance, converse, concoct, imbibe, make love;
just tell me where there's anything to beat this!


FAUST. Do you intend, when introducing us,
to play the devil's role, or that of sorcerer?


MEPHISTOPHELES. Although I'm very used to going incognito,
on gala days one wears one's decorations.
I do not have the honor of the Garter,
but here my cloven hoof is much respected.
Do you see there the snail that's crawling toward us?
With eyes that only feel and grope
it has already caught a whiff of me--
here, there's no denying my identity.
Now come, let's walk about from fire to fire;
I'll be the spokesman, you the tongue-tied suitor.


(He addresses a group seated around dying embers.)

Old gentlemen, why must you stay down here?
I'd like it better if you were right in the middle,
surrounded by the revelry of youth;

to be alone, one doesn't need leave home.

A GENERAL. You cannot trust the Government,
no matter what great service you have done it;

the People are no different from women
and grant all favors to the young.

A STATESMAN. They're much too far off course these days,
give me the old reliables;
when we were all-important, though,
that really was a golden age.


A PARVENU.4 We weren't exactly stupid either,
and got ahead by dubious means;
but nowadays there's nothing stable--
just when we'd like the status quo.

A WRITER. In times like these who cares to read
a work that has a modicum of sense!
As for the younger generation,
it is more impudent than ever.


MEPHISTOPHELES (suddenly looking very old).
Folk are, I feel, now ripe for Judgment Day,
since this ascent of Witches' Mountain is my last;
and since my keg is running turbid,
I'm sure the world is giving out as well.


HUCKSTRESS-WITCH.
Good sirs, don't just walk past like that!
Don't miss this opportunity!
Take a good look at what I offer,
I have a great variety.
And yet there's nothing in my stall,
the like which you won't find anywhere,
that hasn't at some time or other done
great harm to persons and society.

There is no dagger here that has not dripped with blood,
no cup that has not poured its hot consuming poison
into some hale and hearty body,
no ornament but has seduced some good sweet woman,
no sword but served that cause of treason
or stabbed an adversary from behind!


MEPHISTOPHELES. You are, good woman, quite behind the times.
What's done, is past! What's past, is done with!
You should go in for novelties,
that's all that customers now want.

FAUST. I hope my mind remains intact!
I've never seen a carnival so lively!

MEPHISTOPHELES. That milling crowd all wants to be up higher;
you think you're pushing, but it's you who's pushed.

FAUST. Now who is that?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Take a good look!
That's Lilith.

FAUST. Who?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Adam's first wife.
Be on your guard against her lovely tresses,
the only ornament she wears!
When she has caught a young man with them,
it's quite a while until she lets him go.


FAUST. Those witches sitting there, one young, the other old,
have clearly done a fair amount of dancing!


MEPHISTOPHELES. There is no rest for anyone tonight.
Here's a new dance! Come on, we have our pick!

FAUST (dancing with the pretty Young Witch).
One day I had a lovely dream,
in which I saw an apple tree
and on it saw two apples gleam;
they tempted me to climb the tree.


YOUNG WITCH. You men have always craved that fruit
since it first grew in Paradise.
I quiver with delight to know
that in my orchard apples grow.


MEPHISTOPHELES (with the OLD WITCH).
One day I had the wildest dream;
in it I saw a cloven tree,
and in the tree a gaping hole;
big though this was, it suited me.


OLD WITCH. With reverence I here salute
the knight who has the cloven foot!

Be ready with the right-sized stopper
unless big holes intimidate you.


PROCTOVISIONARY.
Confounded creatures, what new impudence is this?
Have you not had it proved to you long since
that proper spirits never stand on their own feet?
And here you're even dancing like us ordinary mortals!


YOUNG WITCH (dancing). What is that fellow doing at our ball?

FAUST (dancing). Oh, he's someone who turns up everywhere.
His job's to criticize how others dance.
Unless he can discuss a pas at length,
it might as well not have been danced.
Steps forward are what most annoy him.
If you just want to go around in circles,
the way he does in his old factory,
he'll condescend to rate that passable--

especially if you have been polite to him.

PROCTOVISIONARY. You are still there? Now that's impossible!
Please disappear!
We have achieved enlightenment.
Infernal rabble that ignores all rules of logic!
We're highly rational, despite all ghosts in Tegel.
5
How long I've tried to sweep away delusions,
and yet there's always dirt.
Things are impossible!

YOUNG WITCH. Then stop! You do not need to bore us here.

PROCTOVISIONARY. I tell you spirits to your faces:
my spirit won't put up with despotism--
it is itself far too despotic.


(The dancing starts again.)

I see I'm having no success today;
still, I've material for another travel book
and hope, before my final journey,
to exorcise all devils and all poets.


MEPHISTOPHELES. He's going off to sit down in a puddle,
which is the way he gets relief from pain;
when leeches feast upon his rump,
he's cured of spirits and of spirit.


(To FAUST, who has left the dance.).

Why have you deserted the pretty young girl
who sang so nicely when you danced?


FAUST. Why, right while she was singing
a small red mouse leaped from her mouth.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Nothing but that? You shouldn't be so fussy.
At least it wasn't just a gray one.
Such things don't bother ardent swains.


FAUST. And then I saw...

MEPHISTOPHELES. Saw what?

FAUST. Mephisto, do you see
off there, alone, dead-pale, a lovely girl?
Now she is slowly moving away,
dragging her feet as if they were in fetters.

I have to say I can't help thinking
that she looks like my own dear Gretchen.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Leave that alone--it only can do harm!
It is a magic image, a phantom without life.
It's dangerous to meet up with;
its stare congeals a person's blood
and almost turns him into stone--

you've surely heard about Medusa!

FAUST. I know those are the eyes of someone dead,
eyes that no loving hand has closed.
That is the breast which Gretchen let me press,
that the sweet body which gave me joy.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Don't be so gullible, you fool! It's sorcery:
to every man she looks like her he loves.


FAUST. What ecstasy, and yet what pain!
I cannot bear to let this vision go.
How strange that on that lovely neck
there is as ornament a single scarlet thread
no thicker than a knife!


MEPHISTOPHELES. You're right, I see it too.
She also can transport her head beneath her arm,
thanks to the fact that Perseus lopped it off.
I see you never lose your craving for illusions!

Now come along uphill a little more!
Here it's as gay as in the Prater;
unless I've been bewitched myself,
it is a theater that I see.

What's on up there?

OFFICIOUS SPIRIT. They're just about to start again.
The play is new, the last of seven such;
it is our custom here to have so many.
The author is a dilettant,
and dilettants will be the actors.
Excuse my disappearing, gentlemen,
but I'm the curtain-raising dilettant.


MEPHISTOPHELES. It's good to find you on the Blocksberg,
for that's where all your ilk belong.



WALPURGIS NIGHT'S DREAM

OR, OBERON'S AND TITANIA'S GOLDEN WEDDING


Intermezzo


STAGE MANAGER. All of us can rest today,
sturdy sons of Mieding!
Ancient mountain, misty vale,
that is all our scenery.


HERALD. If you want a golden wedding,
fifty years are needed;
"golden" fits a marriage better
when all quarrels are ended.

OBERON. Spirits, if you're here with us,
now reveal your presence;
fairy king and fairy queen
are again united.


PUCK. If Puck comes and pirouettes
and trips the light fantastic,
after him a hundred more
will come to share the frolic.


ARIEL. Ariel begins to sing
in clear, celestial tones;
though his voice can sum.won monsters,
it also summons beauties.


OBERON. Spouses, if you're seeking concord,
learn the art from us!

To make couples love each other
you only need to part them.


TITANIA. When husbands sulk and wives have whims,
grab hold of them at once,
and lead her off to southern climes,
and him to the North Pole.


ORCHESTRA (tutti, fortissimo).
Snout the Fly, Mosquito Bill,
together with their kindred,
Grassy Cricket, Leaf-Green Frog,
make up the musicians.


(Solo .)

There you see the bagpipe come,
Soap-Bubble is his name;
what you hear is an endless drone
coming from his pug nose.

MATERIALIZING SPIRIT.
Give the little wight some winglets,
a toad's belly, spiders' feet--
the result is nothing living,
but it makes poetic verse.


A TINY COUPLE. Mincing steps and great high leaps
through honey-dew and fragrance--

though your tempo's right for me,
we never will be fliers.

INQUISITIVE TRAVELER [PROCTOVISIONARY].
What's this silly masquerade!
Can my eyes be trusted?
Oberon's here too, tonight,
godlike in his beauty!


ORTHODOX. He has neither claws nor tail,
but there's no doubt of this:
like the ancient gods of Greece
he also is a devil.


NORTHERN ARTIST.
What I'm undertaking now
are really only sketches--

but I'm making preparations
for an Italian journey.

PURIST. What misfortune brings me here,
where everything's improper!
Besides, I see but two wigs worn
in all this host of spirits.


YOUNG WITCH.
Your powdered wigs and petticoats
are meant for old, gray women;
that's why I'm naked on my goat
and show my healthy body.

We're too well-bred and too genteel
to squabble here with you;
still, let me hope you all may rot
while you are sweet young things.


CONDUCTOR. Snout the Fly, Mosquito Bill,
don't buzz that naked beauty!
Grassy Cricket, Leaf-Green Frog,
do try to keep time also!


WEATHERVANE (toward one side).
What a delightful gathering!
The girls all lovely brides-to-be,
the bachelors without exception
young men of greatest promise!

(Toward the other side.)

And if the ground beneath them fails
to open up and swallow them,
then I will take a running leap
and go on down to hell myself.


SATIRIC VERSES. We appear as insects here,
with tongues that cut like scissors,
and come to offer our respects
to Satan, who's our father.

HENNINGS. See how they come, the merry crowd,
and have no inhibitions!
Before they're done they'll even claim
they really are kind-hearted.

THE SAME, as WOULD-BE APOLLO.
It might be well for me to join
this company of spirits;
I certainly could lead them better
than I do the Muses.

THE SAME, as QUONDAM SPIRIT OF THE AGE.
To get ahead, join the right crowd--
come, latch on to my coattails!
If there's a lot of room atop the Brocken,
that's also true of Germany's Parnassus.

INQUISITIVE TRAVELER.
"Tell me who's the stiff-necked man
that I see strutting there
and sticking his nose into everything?"

"He's scenting Jesuits."

CRANE. I like to fish where water's clear,
but also where it's troubled,
and so this pious clergyman
is seen among the devils


WORLDLING
Take this on faith from me: for pious folk
all things are vehicles,
and so they form conventicles
8
here on the Brocken
9 too.

DOGMATIST. "There surely is a new group coming--
I hear a distant drumming."
"You needn't stop! It is the monotone
of bitterns
10 booming."

BALLET MASTER. It's shocking how they move their legs
and just get through the figures!
The crooked leap, the awkward hop,
and have no sense of beauty.


MAN OF TOLERANCE.
Although the rabble dearly hate and want to kill each other,
they're brought together by the bagpipe
like beasts by Orpheus' lyre.


DOGMATIST. I'll not be led astray by cries
of sceptics or of critics.
The Devil really must exist,
since I am seeing devils.


SUBJECTIVE IDEALIST.
Tonight the things my mind imagines
completely overwhelm me.
Indeed, if they are all my ego,
then I am idiotic.


REALIST. These goings on are most distressing
and irritate me greatly;
this once I find I cannot firmly
stand on my own two feet.


SUPERNATURALIST. I am delighted to be here
and share these devils' pleasures;
if they exist, I can infer
there are good spirits


SCEPTIC. They're all pursuing jack-a-lanterns
and think the trove is near.
Since Doubt's the Devil's boon companion,
I'm right where I belong.

CONDUCTOR. Snout the Fly, Mosquito Bill,
confound you dilettantes!
Grassy Cricket, Leaf-Green Frog,
do try to be musicians!


THE ADROIT. Sans-souci's11 the name to give
our large and merry company;

since we've lost our former footing,
we are walking on our heads.


THE AWKWARD. We used to sponge a lot of meals
in days now gone forever;
since we have danced right through our shoes,
we're walking here on bare feet.


WILL-O'-THE-WISPS.
We have arrived from the morass 4375
where we just now originated,

yet here we're dancing at your ball
as beaus who are the height of fashion.


SHOOTING STAR. In a glow of stars and fire
I shot down from the sky; 4380
now I'm frustrated in the grass--
who'll help me to my feet?


THE MASSIVE. Room there! Make more room around us!
the grass is to be walked on.
We are spirits, too, but are 4385
somewhat ungainly creatures.


PUCK. Don't behave like fattened swine
and stump like elephants!

Let no one be more rough today
than merry Puck himself!
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ARIEL. If your wings are Nature's gift,
or those bred by Fancy,
follow me on airy path
to the Hill of Roses!


ORCHESTRA (pianissimo).
Drifting cloud and veil of mist 4395
above are growing brighter.
Winds are stirring leaf and sedge,
and all things here have vanished.




AN EXPANSE OF OPEN COUNTRY


The sky is overcast. Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.


FAUST. In misery and despair! So long a wretched vagrant, and now a
prisoner! That dear, unhappy girl confined to prison as a criminal and prey
to fearful torments! Has it come to this, to this!-- Perfidious, contemptible
spirit, to keep this concealed from me!-- Yes, stand there! Stand and roll
your diabolic eyes in silent fury! Stand there and spite me with your
intolerable presence! A prison! In misery that is irreparable! Delivered
up to evil spirits and to the callousness of human judgment! And all this
while you lull me with inane diversions, conceal from me her deepening
misery, and abandon her to ruin!


MEPHISTOPHELES. She is not the first.

FAUST. You dog, you monster!--- Transform him, Spirit Infinite, transform
the serpent back into the canine form in which he often liked at night to
trot before me and, rolling at the unsuspecting walker's feet, would trip
him up and leap upon his shoulders as he fell. Transform him again into
his favorite shape, so that as he crawls before me in the sand upon his
belly I may kick the profligate dog!
--- Not the first!--- Misery! Misery
too great for human soul to grasp, that more than one poor girl has sunk
into these depths of wretchedness, that in her writhing agony before the
eyes of the Eternal Forgiver, the first could not atone the guilt of all
the others!
The wretched lot of this one creature gnaws at my very being's
core--and you keep on calmly grinning at the fate of thousands!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Here we are again at our wits' end, the point where, with
you humans, minds give way. Why have you entered into partnership with us
if you cannot keep its terms? Do you want to fly, and know heights make
you dizzy? Did we thrust ourselves upon you, or you on us?


FAUST. Don't bare your teeth at me like that! I loathe your ravenous grinning!
--August Spirit who deigned to appear to me, you who know my heart and soul,
why fetter me to this vile companion who feeds on mischief and rejoices in
destruction?


MEPHISTOPHELES. Have you about finished?

FAUST. Save her, or suffer and be cursed for ages!

MEPHISTOPHELES. I cannot loose bonds laid by the avenger of blood, cannot
undo his bars.--- Save her!--- Who plunged her into ruin! I, or you?

(FAUST looks about in a frenzy.) Are you searching for a thunderbolt? How
fortunate you miserable mortals did not receive that weapon! To crush and
slay the man who dares reply to him is how a tyrant finds relief when he's
embarrassed.


FAUST. Take me to her! She shall be free!

MEPHISTOPHELES. And what about the risk you run? Guilt of blood spilled by
your hand, still lies upon the town! Avenging spirits hover where the slain
man fell and lie in wait for the returning murderer.


FAUST. This accusation, too--from you! All death and murder be upon your
head, you monster!
Take me to her, I say, and set her free!

MEPHISTOPHELES. I will take you there. And what I can do, hear! Is all the
power in heaven and on earth mine?
When I've befogged the jailer's senses,
you take possession of his keys and lead her out with your own human hand!

I shall stand guard; my magic horses will be waiting, I'll get you both away--
this much I can.


FAUST. Come! Away!



NIGHT: OPEN FIELDS


Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES, dashing along on black horses.


FAUST. What are they doing by that stone block?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I've no idea what they're brewing or making. 4400

FAUST. They soar up, and then down; they are bending and bowing.

MEPHISTOPHELES. A witches' coven.

FAUST. They strew and consecrate.

MEPHISTOPHELES. On! Hurry on! [Exeunt.



PRISON


Enter FAUST, with a bunch of keys and a lamp; he stands before a small
iron door
.


FAUST. A long-forgotten sense of horror makes me tremble, 4405
all mankind's miseries have hold of me.
She is lodged here, behind the dankness of this wall,
and faith in human goodness was her crime!

You hesitate to enter where she is,
you are afraid to see her once again!
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Go now! Your hesitation but lets death come ever nearer.


As FAUST takes hold of the lock, singing is heard from behind the door.

MARGARETE (within).
It was mother, the whore!
who put me to death,
and father, poor knave!
the one who did eat me.
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The bones that remained,
little sister then laid
in a cool, quiet place;

I'm changed into a little bird
and fly away in the forest!
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FAUST (unlocking the door).
She's unaware her lover's listening,
can hear the clanking chains, the rustling straw.

He enters the cell.

MARGARETE (cowering on her pallet).
0 woe! They've come! Death is so bitter!

FAUST (softly). Be quiet! Hush! I've come to set you free.

MARGARETE (rolling over toward him).
If you are human, pity me in my distress! 4425

FAUST. Your cries will wake the sleeping guards!

He takes hold of her fetters to unlock them.

MARGARETE (on her knees).
Headsman, who's given you the right
to treat me thus?
It's only midnight, and you've come to take me.
Have mercy on me, let me live!
Is not tomorrow morning soon enough?


(She rises.)

I'm still so young, so young,
and yet I am to die already!
I once was pretty, that was my undoing.
I had a lover, now he's far away,
they've torn my bridal wreath, its flowers all lie scattered.

Do not take hold of me so brutally!
Spare me! What harm have I done you?
Don't let me plead in vain,
you know I've never seen you in my life!

FAUST. Can I get through this misery?

MARGARETE. I am completely at your mercy now.
First let me just nurse my child again.
All night I have been holding it close to my heart;
to hurt my feelings, they took it from me,
and now they're saying that I killed it.
And I can't ever be happy again.

People are making me their song! It's mean of them!
There's an old story that ends like that,
who gave them the right to say it's mine?


FAUST (falling at her feet).
Here at your feet is someone who loves you,
who's come to deliver you from your misery.

MARGARETE (throwing herself down beside him).
O let us kneel and ask the saints to aid us!
Look, beneath these stones,
under this sill,
hellfire is seething.
In terrible anger

hear Satan himself
raising an uproar!


FAUST (loudly). Gretchen! Gretchen!

MARGARETE (becoming attentive).
That was my lover's voice.

(She springs to her feet; the fetters drop to the floor.)

Where is he? I heard him calling.
I am free! No one can stop me.
I want to rush and throw my arms about his neck,
I want to lie upon his breast!
There at the door he called out: Gretchen!
In the howling and clatter of hell,
and the angry jeering of devils,
I could tell the sound of that dear, sweet voice.


FAUST. I'm here!

MARGARETE. It's you! 0 say so once again!

(She embraces FAUST.)

It's he, it's he! Where are my torments now--
the fearful prison and the dreadful chains?
It's you! You've come to rescue me,
and I am saved!--
There is the street again
where I first saw you,
the happy garden where,
with Martha, I'm awaiting you.


FAUST (urging her toward the door).
Come! Come along!

MARGARETE. Don't hurry! Stay!
I so much like to be where you are staying.

She caresses FAUST.

FAUST. Make haste!
Unless you hurry,
there'll be a dreadful price to pay.


MARGARETE. Are you no longer able to return a kiss?
So short a time away from me, my love,
and you've forgotten how to kiss?

Why do I feel so frightened in your arms,
when once your words, your eyes,
brought all of heaven down about me,
and you seemed to want to stifle me with kisses.

Give me a kiss,
or I'll kiss you!


(She embraces FAUST.)

Your lips are terribly cold,
they do not speak.

What has become
of the love you had?
Who's stolen it from me!


She turns away from FAUST.

FAUST. Come, follow me! Dear love, have courage!
If you but follow me,
I'll hold you to my heart
with all the warmth it has!
I beg you only, come!

MARGARETE (turning toward FAUST).
And is it you? And is it really you?

FAUST. Yes! Come with me!

MARGARETE. You have undone my chains,
are taking me again into your arms.
But why do you not shrink from me in fear?
Do you, my love, know whom you're setting free?


FAUST. Come, hurry! Darkness is already waning.

MARGARETE. I am the one who killed my mother,
I am the one who drowned my child.
Wasn't the baby given to us both,
to you as well?-- I hardly can believe it's you!
Give me your hand. Yes, this is not a dream!

Your dear, dear hand! But oh, it's wet.
Wipe it off! I can't help thinking
there's blood on it.

Oh God, what have you done!
Put up your sword,
I beg you.


FAUST. Let what is past, be past,
or you will be the death of me.

MARGARETE. No, you must go on living!
I want to tell how the graves should be;

you must see to them tomorrow
the very first thing:
the best place for mother;
my brother close beside;
with me a bit off to the side,
yet not too far away;
and the little one at my right breast.
No one else is to be beside me!--
How lovely it was and what sweet happiness
to nestle up against you!
But I can't do so any more--
it is as if I had to force myself upon you

and you were pushing me away.
And still it's you, looking so kind, so good.

FAUST. Come, if you feel sure of who I am!

MARGARETE. Out through there?

FAUST. To freedom.

MARGARETE. If the grave's out there
and death lying in wait, yes!
From here to my bed of eternal rest,
and not one step beyond--

Are you now leaving? Heinrich, would that I could too!

FAUST. You can if you but wish! The door is open.

MARGARETE. I cannot leave; for me there is no hope.
Why run away when they are watching for me?
It's terrible to he reduced to begging,

and then with a hid conscience too!
It's terrible to go not knowing where--
and they will catch me anyhow.

FAUST. I'll be with you.

MARGARETE. Hurry! Hurry,
save your poor child!
Quick! Keep to the path
that goes up along the brook,
then over the bridge
and into the woods
to the left, by the fence--
in the pond!
Grab hold, don't wait!
See the effort to rise,
the stirring of life--
save it, save it!


FAUST. Be sensible, I beg you!
One step, just one! and you'll be free.


MARGARETE. If only we were past the hill!
On a rock there, my mother is sitting--
I feel a cold hand grab my hair!
There on a rock my mother is sitting
and feebly shaking her head;
she doesn't wave or nod, her head's too heavy;
she slept too long to waken ever again.
She slept to let us have our happiness.

And those were happy times!

FAUST. If pleas and reasons are of no avail,
I'll carry you away against your will.


MARGARETE. Let go of me! I won't be forced.
Take your wicked hands off me!
You know that up to now I've done what you have wanted.


FAUST. The day dawns gray!--- 0 dearest one!

MARGARETE. Day! Yes, the day begins--the day of judgment
that should have been my wedding-day!
Let no one know you've been in Gretchen's room.
Alas, no wreath--
what's done can't be undone!
We'll meet again,
but not at a wedding dance.

The crowd is gathering in silence;
the square and streets
won't hold them all.
Hear the knell calling, see the white rod break!
How roughly they tie and handle me,
how quickly they carry me to the block!
The edge that rushes down at me
is darting now toward every neck.
All is silence--the silence of the grave!


FAUST. 0, that I never had been born!

MEPHISTOPHELES appears before MARGARETE'S cell.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Come! Away, or both of you are lost!
Futile faintheartedness! Delaying and prattling! 4555
My horses are trembling--
there's a first glimmer of dawn.


MARGARETE. What's that, rising up from below?
That man! Send him away!
Why is he here, in this holy place?
He's come for me!


FAUST. You shall not die!

MARGARETE. Divine justice, in you I placed my trust!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST).
Come, or I'll abandon both of you.

VOICE (from above). She is saved!

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST). Away, with me!

He disappears with FAUST.

VOICE (from within, growing faint). Heinrich! Heinrich!



     PART TWO OF THE TRAGEDY
             in Five Acts


ACT I


A PLEASANT LANDSCAPE


FAUST is couched on grass and flowers, fatigued, restless, and endeavoring
to sleep as twilight is about to become darkness; hovering
SPIRITS- graceful
diminutive figures--circle about him.


ARIEL (singing to the sound of aeolian harps).
As the falling springtime blossoms
float above them everywhere
and all mortals see great promise
4615
in the greenness of the fields;
small in size, but large in spirit,
elves are quick to be of help,
pitying the man of sorrow,
whether he be saint or sinner.
4620
You who are circling in the air above this head,
now demonstrate your elfin worth--

compose the angry strife within his heart,
remove the burning barbs of his remorse,
and purge him of all sense of horror!
4625
The watches of the night are four;
start now to make each one agreeable
.
First rest his head on cushioning coolness,
then bathe him in the dew of Lethe's waters;
his body will recover quickly from its numbness
4630
if sleep gives him the strength to face the coming day;
perform your noblest elfin duty
and grant him restoration to its sacred light!


SPIRITS (in chorus; singly, by twos and more, alternately and collectively).

When about the green-girt meadow
breezes stir with gentle torpor,
4635
twilight falls with fragrant sweetness,
closes in with veils of mist.
Murmur dulcetly of calmness,
cradle this heart in childhood's peace,
and upon his tired eyes
4640
shut the portals of day's light.
Night has now already fallen,
sacred ranks of stars are forming;
dazzling lights and lesser sparklings
glitter near or gleam afar,
glitter here in the lake's mirror,
gleam above in night's translucence;
the regnant
6 moon in all its glory
seals and confirms the bliss of sleep.
Hours are obliterated,
pain and joy have vanished now;
be assured, you will recover--
take hope from this day's first gleaming!
Greening valleys and emerging hills
offer bush-filled shadow and repose,
and in pliant, argent
4 waves
new grain billows harvestward.
To obtain desires' fulfillment,
look and see the radiance there!
You are under no deep spell,
cast away sleep's veil-thin husk!

Do not hesitate, be daring
while the aimless crowd delays:
all is achieved by noble minds
that understand and quickly act!


A great clangor heralds the approach of the sun.

ARIEL. Hearken! Hear the onrush of the Horae!7
In these sounds we spirits hear
the new day already born.
Cavern portals grate and rattle,
rolling wheels of Phoebus clatter,
light arrives with deafening din!
Brasses blare, the trumpets peal,
eyes are blinking, ears astounded--
things unheard you must not hear:
hide away in flowers' petals
or, to dwell in deeper stillness,
in the rocks below their leafage;
you'll be deaf if such sounds reach you.


FAUST. Life's pulses beat with fresh vitality
and gently greet the sky's first glimmering;
you also, Earth, have lasted out this night
and breathe new-quickened there below,
compassing me already with inchoate joy.
You rouse and stir a vigorous resolve
to strive henceforth towards being's highest form.---
But now the light of dawn unveils the world:
the woods resound with myriads of living voices;
everywhere valleys are filled with streaks of fog,
but still the heavens' brightness penetrates their depths,
and from the misty chasm where they slept
fresh-quickened boughs and branches have burst forth;
muted no more, color on color emerges in the dell
where trembling pearls drench every leaf and flower--
all that surrounds me forms a paradise!

Look now, above! The mountains' mighty peaks
herald the hour of full solemnity,
by right partaking of the everlasting light
before it veers towards us below;
new radiant clarity extends its boon
to alpine meadows sloping green beneath them
and stage by stage completes its downward journey;
now it appears!--and, to my sorrow blinded,
I turn my gaze away suffused with pain.

The same thing happens when our eager hope
believes its highest goal has been obtained
and finds the portals of fulfillment open wide:
then there bursts forth from those eternal depths
excess of flame, and so we halt confounded;
our wish had been to light the torch of life--
instead, a very sea of fire engulfs us.
Do love and hate envelop us in flame,
savagely alternating pain and joy,
so that we look once more towards earth and seek
concealment in its first new lacery?

I am content to have the sun behind me.
The cataract there storming through the cliff--
the more I watch it, the more is my delight.
From fall to fall it swirls, gushing forth
in streams that soon are many, many more,
into the air all loudly tossing spray and foam.
But see how, rising from this turbulence,
the rainbow forms its changing-unchanged arch,
now clearly drawn, now evanescent,
and casts cool, fragrant showers all about it.
Of human striving it's a perfect symbol--
ponder this well to understand more clearly
that what we have as life is many-hued reflection.




AN IMPERIAL PALACE

THE THRONE ROOM


STATE COUNCIL, awaiting the Emperor. Trumpets. Enter COURTIERS and
RETAINERS, splendidly attired; the EMPEROR ascends his throne, and the
ASTROLOGER stands at his right.


EMPEROR. I greet you, dear and loyal subjects,
assembled here from near and far . . .---
I see my Sage is at my side,
4730
but what has happned to my Fool?


A SQUIRE. As you were coming up the stairs
he suddenly collapsed behind your trailing robe;
the hulk of fat was lugged away,
but whether dead or drunk we do not know.
4735

SECOND SQUIRE. At once, and with amazing quickness,
another fool pushed into his place.
He is most splendidly accoutered,
but so grotesque that everyone is leery;

the guards there at the doorway hold 4740
their halberds crossed in front of him--
why here he is, foolhardy fellow!


MEPHISTOPHELES (kneeling at the throne).
What is accursed, yet always welcome,
what ardently desired, and yet chased away,
what constantly receives our favor,
4745
yet is denounced and much reviled?
Whom can you never summon to you,
whose name do all delight to hear?
What seeks a place before your throne
although it chose self-banishment?
4750

EMPEROR. Spare us your words on this occasion!
Your riddles here are out of place,
these gentlemen, have brought their own.
I should be glad if you'd just fill this gap.
My former fool, I fear, has gone far, far away.
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Be his relief, come stand beside me.

MEPHISTOPHELES ascends the steps and places himself at the
EMPEROR'S left.

VOICES (murmuring).
Another fool.--- And other troubles.---
Where is he from?--- How did he get in here?---

The old one fell.--- His time was up!---
He was a barrel.--- Now we have a stave!


EMPEROR. And so, my dear and loyal subjects,
I welcome you from far and near!
You gather under a propitious star,
that we shall thrive stands written in the sky.
But tell me why at such a time,
when we would like to banish cares,
put on the masks of carnival,
and only cultivate what's pleasant,
we should torment ourselves by holding council?

But since you think there's no alternative,
we now are met, and so, to the agenda!

CHANCELLOR [-ARCHBISHOP].
The highest virtue, halo-like,
encircles the Imperial head; the Emperor
alone can exercise it validly:
its name is Justice!--- Loved by all mankind,
demanded, wished for, hard to live without,
it is what he must grant his people.

Alas! Can reason help the human mind,
goodness our hearts, or willingness our hands,
while fever rages rampant in the state
and brooding evil breeds prolific evils?
If from this lofty vantage point one views below
your far-flung realm, it seems an ugly dream
in which Deformity holds sway among deformities
and Lawlessness prevails by legal means
as Error spreads and fills the world with error.

One man makes off with flocks, another with a woman,
or with the altar's chalice, cross, and candlesticks,
and then for years they boast unscathed of what they've done
with no attainder of their persons.
Plaintiffs now crowd the halls of justice

where judges sit in cushioned ease,
and all the while in angry flood
sedition's growing turmoil surges higher.

With the support of partners no less guilty
men dare to brag of infamy and heinous crime,
but you will only hear the verdict "Guilty!"
when innocence defends itself.

Society thus strives for its own fragmentation
and to destroy whatever things are seemly--
with this the case, how can the sense develop
that will alone guide us to what is right?
Ultimately the man of good intentions
must bow to sycophants and to suborners,
while judges impotent to mete out punishment
become at last associates of criminals.

I've painted a black picture, even though
I should prefer it veiled in greater darkness still.


(He pauses.)

There can be no avoiding of decisions;
when all commit and suffer wrongs,
then Majesty itself becomes a victim.

GRAND-MASTER OF THE ARMIES.
What tumult marks these violent times!
Men kill, and then are killed in turn,
and turn deaf ears to any orders.
The citizen behind his walls,
the knight up in his rock-built aerie,
have vowed they will outlast our sieges
and are maintaining all their forces.
Our mercenaries grow impatient
and angrily demand their pay;
and if we didn't owe them money still,
they would by now have all deserted.
If one denies them what all claim is theirs,
he has stirred up a hornets' nest;

the realm they were to have protected
lies plundered now and devastated.
By letting their mad fury work its havoc
we've lost half of our world already;

there still are kings beyond our borders,
but none believes this might somehow affect him.


INTENDANT OF THE TREASURY.
Who'd dare to claim that we have allies--
like water in defective pipes,
their promised subsidies do not arrive!

Moreover, Sire, who now holds property
in every part of all your wide domains?
No matter where you go, some upstart's settled in
and wants to live in independence;
one must watch passively as he goes his own way;
we've given up so many rights
that we no longer have a right to anything.

Then too, as for the parties, as they're called,
there's no relying on them nowadays;
it does not matter if they blame or praise,
since love and hate have ceased to be of consequence.
Both Ghibellines and Guelfs are now in hiding
in order to enjoy some rest;
who cares to help his neighbor now,
when all must care for their own selves!

The portals of access to gold are barricaded;
everyone's scraping, digging, and amassing, 4850
and still our coffers are unfilled.'


LORD STEWARD. What disasters I must suffer too!
Every day we try to save,
but every day our needs increase
and day by day my troubles grow.
4855
The cooks are suffering no shortage;
wild boars, and stags and does, and hares,
chickens and turkeys, geese and ducks--
payments in kind--are income we are sure of
and by and large arrive on time.
4860
But wine's beginning to run out.

Although there was a time our cellars were heaped high
with cask on cask of the best years and vintages,
your nobles' never ending drinking bouts
are slushing down the final drops. 4865
Even the city councils have to tap their stocks
as festive wine is drunk from tankards or from bowls
and goes to waste beneath the table.
I'm now supposed to pay the bills and wages,
but can expect no mercy from the money lenders,
4870
who execute agreements that eat up
what future years must yet produce.
Our hogs are not allowed to fatten,
the bolster on our bed's hypothecated,
the bread we're served already's been consumed.
4875

EMPEROR (after some reflection, to MEPHISTOPHELES).
Speak, Fool. Do you not know some further cause for woe?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I know of none, and only see the splendor
surrounding you and all your court!--- Could confidence
be wanting where the sovereign's word is absolute
and troops stand by to rout all opposition,
4880
where, strengthened by intelligence, good will
and energy of many kinds await your use?

What forces could combine to cause disaster
and to eclipse a world where stars like these are shining?


VOICES (murmuring).
The fellow's a rogue.--- And clever too.--- 4885
Lies gain him favor . . .--- at least for a while.---
I see already . . .--- what's behind this.---
And then what next?--- Some grand-scale scheme!


MEPHISTOPHELES. Where in the world is something not in short supply?
Someone lacks this, another that, but here the lack is money. 4890
Of course you can't just pick it off the floor,
but' Wisdom's skill is getting what's most deeply hidden.
In Mountain veins and in foundation walls
you'll find both coined and uncoined gold,
and if you ask who will extract it, I reply:
4895
a man that nature has endowed with mighty intellect.


CHANCELLOR. Nature and intellect are not words said to Christians.
Because such language is so dangerous
the atheist is executed at the stake.

Nature is sin, and Intellect the devil; 4900
hermaphroditic Doubt their child
which they together foster.


Such words to us!-- Time has brought forth but two estates
within the lands that are the emperor's ancient holdings;
they are the clergy and the knights,
4905
the proper pillars of his throne,
who are our shield against tempestuous violence
and as reward are granted Church and State.


Sedition starts with intellects
bemuddled by plebeian sentiments:
4910
they are the heretics and sorcerers,
corrupting countryside and town!
Now, with your brazen jests, you try
to smuggle them into these highest circles;
you and your kind thrive on corrupted hearts 4915
whose folly makes them closely kin to you.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Your words reveal to me what makes a man of learning!
What you can't touch, for you is leagues away,
what you can't grasp does not exist at all,
what you can't count, you don't believe is true,
4920
what you can't weigh is of no weight to you,
and what you do not coin, you think of no account...


EMPEROR. All this does not supply a thing we lack--
why offer us a Lenten sermon now?
I've had my fill of these eternal ifs and buts;
4925
money is short; well, go and get it then!


MEPHISTOPHELES. I'll get you what you want, and more besides;
it's easy, to be sure, but easy tasks take effort;
The gold's already there, but getting at it
Is the great trick, and who knows how to do so?
4930
Still, bear in mind how often in those days of terror,
when human tides submerged entire nations,

people, despite all fear and trembling,
would hide what they most prized somewhere or other.
The custom, old when Rome was the great power,
4935
has since prevailed till yesterday--yes, till today.

These buried things all rest in peace within the earth,
the subsoil is the Emperor's, they're his to have.


TREASURER. He doesn't speak so badly, for a fool:
that is indeed an old imperial right.


CHANCELLOR. Satan is laying golden snares for you:
there's something here that's neither right nor pious.

LORD STEWARD. If he'd but get our court the payments due it,
I would not mind if something weren't exactly right.

GRAND-MASTER. The Fool's no fool, he promises what's needed;
a soldier least of all will ask about its source.


MEPHISTOPHELES. And if perhaps you think that I'm deceiving you,
here's the Astrologer for you to question,
who knows in every sphere the mansions and the hours.
Well, tell us, sir, what aspects now prevail!

VOICES (murmuring).
They both are rogues . . .-- and hand in glove.--
The visionary and the fool . . .-- so near the throne!
An old, old song . . .-- heard much too often.--
Folly is prompting . . .-- as the sage speaks.


ASTROLOGER (with MEPHISTOPHELES prompting).
The Sun himself is gold without alloy,
his herald, Mercury, will serve if kindly paid;
Dame Venus has already cast her spell upon you,
who see her lovely face at dawn and dusk;
chaste Luna, who's erratic, does have whims;

Mars' power threatens you, although he does not smite.
And Jupiter is still the brightest star,
while giant Saturn seems remote and small.

The latter is, as metal, not much venerated
and has, despite its density, but little value.
What's certain is that skies will shine
when Sol and Luna, gold and silver, are conjoined;
all other things are then obtainable,
palace and park and rosy cheek and pretty breast,
and they will be provided by the erudition
of one with power none of us possesses.


EMPEROR. I hear each word he utters twice
but don't find what he says convincing.


VOICES (murmuring).
What is the sense of this?-- The joke's jejune.--
Astrology . . .-- or alchemy!--

I've heard it all before . . .-- and had false hopes.--
And even if this great man comes . . .-- he'll be a quack.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I see both general amazement
and lack of confidence in this great plan,
hear silly talk of mandrake roots
and of black dogs deaf to their cries.

It does not matter that the sceptics sneer
or that the credulous cry sorcery,
for in the end their soles will itch
and in full stride their feet will stumble.
You can all sense the hidden operations
of Nature's never-ceasing power,
and from her ultrasubterranean regions
there slowly now emerge its vital signs.

As soon as all your limbs start twitching
or if some spot gives you uncanny feelings,
be not afraid, but start at once to scrape and dig,
for where you stumble, is where treasure lies!


VOICES (murmuring).
My foot feels like a lump of lead.--
My arm has cramps.-- You have the gout.--
There is an itch on my big toe.--
My spine is one great mass of aches.

If all these symptoms meant a thing,
this hall would be a treasure island.


EMPEROR. Now hurry up--you shall not slip away--
and demonstrate your blather's truth
by showing us at once these precious vaults.
I'll put aside my sword and scepter,
and will, if you're not lying, execute

the project with my own imperial hands--
or send you, if you lie, to hell.

MEPHISTOPHELES (aside).
That's one place I know how to find!
(Aloud.) I feel, however, that I must say more
about the unowned wealth that's waiting everywhere.

The peasant, as he plows his furrow,
will turn up with the soil a pot of gold;
he hopes to scrape saltpeter from its clay
and finds, to his amazement and delight,
in his impoverished hand a roll of yellow gold.
What vaults will have to be blown up,
and through what crevices and shafts,
that border on the underworld,
the knowing treasure hunter needs must press!
In spacious cellars, long intact.
he'll see row after row
of golden tankards, bowls, and plates;
there will be goblets made of rubies,
and if he wants to drink from them,
he'll find nearby an ancient vintage.
But--take the expert's word for this--
the staves decayed completely long ago,
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and tartar formed a cask to hold the wine.
These essences of precious wines,
not merely jewels and gold,
lie veiled in horrid darkness.
The sage is eager to explore this world;
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a child can recognize what's seen in day's clear light,
the home of mysteries is darkness.


EMPEROR. Those I shall leave to you! What good can come of gloom?
Whatever is of value must stand the light of day.

You cannot tell the thief when it's so dark 5035
that every cow is black and all the cats are gray.
Those pots down there, so heavy with their gold--
go draw your plow, bring them to light.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Take hoe and spade, and dig yourself,
this peasant labor will augment your greatness,
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and from the soil you'll liberate
a herd of golden calves. And then you can
with no delay, and to your great delight,
adorn yourself, and then your mistress;
a lustrous, iridescent jewel
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enhances majesty and beauty.


EMPEROR. Quick, let us start at once! How long must this drag out!

ASTROLOGER (as before).
Sire, moderate this eagerness
until the merriment of carnival is past;
Nell not achieve our end if we're distracted.
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We first must, with composure, win our peace of soul
and earn what is below with help from what's above.
Who wants what's good must first be good;
who wishes happiness must calm his blood;
he who desires wine must press ripe grapes;
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who hopes for miracles must fortify his faith.


EMPERIOR. Then let us pass the time in gaiety
until Ash Wednesday comes, most opportunely!
Meanwhile we'll celebrate--of this I'm sure--
all the more merrily the madness of our carnival. 5060

Trumpets. Exeunt all except MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTOPHELES. That merit and good fortune are connected
is something that these idiots will never see;
the philosopher's stone could be in their possession,
but there'd be no philosopher to use it.
[Exit.



A GREAT HALL


The hall and rooms into which it opens are decorated as described
in the Masquerade.



HERALD. Imagine that you're not in Germany 5065
instead of Dance of Death or dancing fools and demons
expect a cheerful entertainment.
When in your interest and his own
our Emperor traversed the lofty Alps
and traveled down to Rome,
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he found a cheerful land and took possession of it.
He first obtained, prostrate at holy feet,
the confirmation of his sovereign powers,
but if he went to get himself his crown,
he brought us back the domino as well. 5075
Thus we are all regenerated now,
and men of great urbanity are nothing loath
to draw its hood about their head and ears;
they may then look like idiots
but underneath are still as wise as ever
.-- 5080
I now see the people start to gather,
the hesitant desert, the confident pair off,
and groups crowd into place for the procession.
Don't wait to make your entrances and exits--
mankind, with all its myriad antics 5085
has always been and always will remain
the single great embodiment of Folly!


FLOWER GIRLS (singing to the accompaniment of mandolins).
So that we may win your favor,
we've adorned ourselves tonight
as young girls who've come from Florence 5090
to this splendid German court;
in brown hair you see us wearing
a profusion of gay flowers
in which silken threads and pieces
play no unimportant role.
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And we think it meritorious,
even highly laudatory,
that our artificial flowers
bloom resplendent all year long.
Bits of cloth dyed many colors
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are arranged in symmetry;
you may ridicule components,
but will find the whole attractive.
We are pretty things to look at,
flower girls with easy manners,
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since what's natural for women
is so similar to art.


HERALD. Show the treasures of the baskets
which you bear upon your heads
and which fill your arms with color,
so that all may take their choice.
Hurry, now, so that these arbors
can appear to be a garden!
What is sold and those who sell it
well are worth your crowding closer.


FLOWER GIRLS.
Hawk your wares where we are welcome--
but allow no haggling here!--
and announce what you can offer
in a few well-chosen words.

AN OLIVE BRANCH, BEARING FRUIT.
There's no flower that I envy,
I avoid all forms of conflict,
staying true to my own nature;
many nations' major resource,
I am also everywhere
sign and surety of peace.
May it be my luck today
to adorn a pretty head!


A WREATH OF GOLDEN GRAIN.
Ceres' gifts, as finery,
will supplement your loveliness;
may what men most prize as useful
serve as ornament of beauty.


A WREATH OF FANCIFUL FLOWERS.
Mallow-like, and many-colored,
flower-marvels rise from moss;
we are not a mode of Nature,
but what Fashion can produce.


A BOUQUET OF FANCIFUL FLOWERS.
Theophrastus7 couldn't tell you
any name that might describe us;
nonetheless I hope we'll please,
if not all, at least some ladies,
whom I think we would suit nicely
if they'd braid us in their hair
or decided they might grant us
resting places on their bosoms.


CHALLENGE [OF ROSEBUDS].
Let these motley fancies blossom
for he sake of passing fashion
and
assume strange, curious shapes
unlike any Nature shows!
Golden cups on stems of green,
peep forth from luxuriant tresses!
--
We prefer to stay in hiding, 5150
happy to be found while fresh.


Who, when summer is proclaimed
and the rosebud glows with flame,
would forgo that happiness?
Everywhere in Flora's realm
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promise and fulfillment hold
sight, mind, heart beneath one spell.


The FLOWER GIRLS arrange their wares neatly under arcades of greenery.

GARDENERS (singing to the accompaniment of archlutes).
By all means watch flowers grow,
see them grace your charming heads,

but though fruits are less seductive 5160
they can please your sense of taste.


If bronzed faces offer you
cherries, peaches, or greengages,
buy them, but not for their looks:
the best judge is tongue and palate
. 5165

Come and eat fruit fully ripened--
you'll enjoy its scent and flavor!
You may write an ode on roses,
apples must be bitten into.


You who have abundant youth, 5170
let us join you and form couples;
as your neighbors we'll heap high
and display ripe wares we offer
.

Then, beneath these gay festoons,
in the alcoves of these arbors,
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you will find at the same time
bud, and leaf, and flower, and fruit.


Singing separately and together to the accompaniment of the guitars and lutes,
the
GARDENERS and FLOWER GIRLS continue to set up the displays of their
wares in gradually rising tiers and to offer them for sale.--


Enter a MOTHER and DAUGHTER.

MOTHER. When you were my baby girl,
dressed in pretty bonnets,
what a lovely face you had,
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what a dainty figure!
Right away I could imagine
you betrothed to someone rich,
then a bride, a matron.


Now so many fleeting years
have, alas! been wasted,
a variety of beaus
gone their way so quickly,
though you promptly danced with some
or your elbow sometimes gave
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gentle hints to others.
Every party that we planned
proved to be a failure;
games of forfeit, odd-man-out,
were a waste of effort.
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Fools are on the loose today:
if you spread your lap, my dear,
surely you can catch one.


They are joined by FRIENDS and ACQUAINTANCES, all young and pretty girls;
sounds of intimate conversation are heard.--- Enter
FISHERMEN and
BIRDCATCHERS, with nets, rods, limed sticks, and other gear, who mingle with
the girls. A general snatching, grabbing, twisting away, ad being caught
affords occasion for an exchange of pleasantries.


WOODCUTTERS (entering with boorish boisterousness).
Make room, a clearing!
We need great spaces
5200
to fell our timber,
which lands with thunder
and which, when carried,
can knock you over.
But to our credit
5205
do not forget this:

Unless coarse fellows
did heavy labor,
how would fine folk,
smart though they be,
5210
ever exist?
Learn well this lesson,
for you'd be frozen
if we'd not sweated!


PULCINELLI (awkward, almost dunce-like).
You are born foolish 5215
who stoop and carry.
We who are clever
were never burdened;
our dunce's caps
and our flimsy jackets
5220
are not great burdens,
and we enjoy
being always idle
and free to saunter
in slippered feet
through the crowded market,
to stop and gape
and crow at our friends,
then, at their crowing,
to glide like eels
through the crowds of people
and dance together in wild disorder.

You may commend,
or you may condemn,--
but you can't upset us.


PARASITES (greedily fawning).
You worthy porters
and your relations,
the charcoal burners,
serve us as models
.
What, by themselves, would be the use
of scraping and bowing,
affirmative noddings,
tortuous phrases,
and blowing so that what we say
is hot or cold
according to who hears it?
What use would be the mightiest fire
sent men from heaven,
if we lacked wood
and charcoal, brought
so that their hearths
may glow with flame?
There's where pots boil and bubble,
where roasts and stews are made.
The true gourmets--
the parasites who lick each plate--
inspired by a roast's aroma

or intuition that there's fish,
perform great deeds
at patrons' tables.


A DRUNKARD (in a stupor).
Nothing can go wrong today!
I have never felt so fine!
I've produced my own high spirits
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and the jolly songs I sing.
So I'm drinking! Have a drink!
Let's clink glasses! Hear them clink!

You back there, come over here!
After clinking, you'll be finished. 5270

How the little woman screeched,
ridiculed my nice bright costume,
and although I swaggered bravely
called me just a mannequin.

I can drink though! Have a drink! 5275
Clink your glasses! Hear them clink!
Mannequins, let's clink our glasses--
that's the sound that says we've finished.


Don't you tell me that I'm lost,
I am where I like to be
. 5280
If the landlord won't give credit,
then his wife will or their maid.
I'll keep drinking!
Have a drink!
On your feet! Let's hear that clink!
Let's keep drinking to each other, 5285
though I think we're nearly finished.

I don't care where I am happy
just as long as it is somewhere;
let me lie here where I'm lying,
I don't feel like standing up.
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CHORUS. Brothers, let us all have drinks!
Raise a lively toast and clink!
Don't fall off your bench or keg--
he who's on the floor is finished.

The HERALD announces various POETS: Nature Poets, Court Singers,
Chivalric Minstrels, Sweet Singers, and Rhapsodists; in the press of rivals
competing for attention, none will allow another to declaim, although
one manages to say a few words as he passes.


SATIRIC POET. Perhaps you'd like to know 5295
what most would please this poet?
To be allowed to say
what no one wants to hear.


Poets of Night Thoughts and Graveyard Poets beg to be excused, since they
have just become involved in a most interesting discussion with a Vampire
visibly fresh from his grave
, which might possibly permit the development of
a new poetic genre.
The
HERALD cannot gainsay them, and so he summons
figures from Greek mythology, which loses neither its charm nor its character
when its figures appear in costumes adapted to later tastes.


Enter the GRACES.

AGLAIA.
We bring grace into your lives;
when you give, be gracious too.


HEGEMONE. When receiving, show good grace:
to fulfill a wish is kindness
.

EUPHROSYNE. And when quiet years are reached,
learn to thank with gracefulness.


Enter the FATES.

ATROPOS.
I, who am the oldest sister,
have been asked to spin today;

care and thought are greatly needed
when the thread of life is fragile.
To make sure it's soft and supple,
I have sleyed the finest flax;
to make sure it's smooth and even,
I shall dress it with deft hands:

If you're prone to be too carefree
in a time of revelry,
don't forget this thread has limits,
and beware lest it should break!


CLOTHO. I must explain that recently
these shears were given to my care
because there was dissatisfaction
with how our oldest sister acted.

She draws forth and keeps extending
threads that have no worth whatever;
cutting those of greatest promise,
off she lugs them to the grave.-

Still, when I was young and active
I made hundreds of mistakes;
so, as curb upon myself,
now the shears are in their case.

And I welcome this constraint,
liking as I do this place;
as for you, enjoy yourselves
while you have immunity.

LACHESIS.
I, alone endowed with judgment,
keep my task of sorting threads;
though my reel is always moving,
it has never turned too fast.

Strands arrive and then are twisted,
each one guided by my hand;
none may overlap another,

each must stay where it belongs
Should I ever be forgetful,
I'd despair for humankind;

years and hours both are measured,
and the Weaver holds the skein.


HERALD.
You will not recognize the figures coming now,
however many classic books you've read;
judging these trouble-makers by their looks,
you'd be inclined to call them welcome guests.
They are the Furies--this you won't believe--
endowed with beauty, grace, with friendliness and youth!
Yet once involved with them,
you soon find out
how doves like these can wound with serpents' tongues.

Although they are malicious, on this day
when every boasting fool admits his faults
they too won't pose as angels--they'll confess
that in both town and country they're a plague.


Enter the FURIES.

ALECTO.
Forewarned is not forearmed! You will believe us
because we're young and pretty
and if there's one among you with a sweetheart,

we'll tickle his ears with blandishments
until the time has come to tell him privately
that she is also ogling him and him,
that she's dull-witted and misshapen, limps,

and, though his financee, a worthless minx.
We know the way to make her wretched too:
"It was your friend himself who, a few weeks ago,

said slighting things about you to Miss So and So!"
They may make up, but doubts will still remain.

MEGAERA.
Those are but petty matters! When they're wed
it is my turn, and then I never fail
to spoil connubial bliss with galling quirks.
Mortals are not consistent--every hour differs-
and no one has in his embrace his heart's desire
who is not fool enough to hope he'll get
from Fortune something more desirable--
he flees his sun and tries to melt new ice.
I am an expert at this sort of thing
and bring along my faithful Asmodeus
to sow, when it's the season, seeds of discord--

I thus corrupt mankind two units at a time.

TISIPHONE.
Instead of using slander, I mix poison,
Late or soon, if you love others,
you'll suffer in a vital organ.
sharpen steel, for faithless lovers!
Love will prove to be a bubble,
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ecstasy will turn to gall!

Compromise is not allowed,
circumstances won't excuse him.

Sing no song to me of pardon!
Rocks hear the charges I recite,
5390
and echo--hark!--replies "Requite!"
Death to all inconstant lovers!


HERALD.
Please be so good as to withdraw to either side,
for what is coming now is strange and different.
You see a mountain pushing toward us 5395
whose flanks are proudly hung with brilliant tapestries,
and from whose head long tusks and snakelike trunk extend;
this seems a mystery, yet I'll give you its key.
The woman seated on its neck is delicate,
but with that slender wand she makes it do her will;
5400
while she who stands in majesty beside her
is bathed in dazzling radiance
;
beside it, wearing chains, there walk two noble ladies,
one with a worried air, the other looking cheerful:

the former pines for freedom, the latter thinks she's free. 5405
Let each now tell us who she is.

FEAR. Reeking torches, lamps, and candles
dimly light this festive turmoil;
here amid deceitful faces
I, alas! am bound in chains.
5410
Don't come near me, foolish scoffers,
smiles like yours cannot be trusted;
all my enemies are crowding
in about me here tonight.
Here's a friend who's now a foe,
5415
but I see through the disguise;
there's someone who meant to kill me
but sneaks off when recognized.
Oh, how I would like to flee
to any place far, far away,
5420
but the threat of death out there
confines me to this dark, dread place.


HOPE. Ladies, I greet you as sisters!
Even though, these past two days,
you've enjoyed these masks and costumes,
5425
I'm aware that you intend
to unmask yourselves tomorrow.
And although we feel uneasy
here amid these flickering torches,
sunlit days, we know, are coming
when we shall, as suits our fancy,
walk with friends or by ourselves
through the lovely countryside,
free to rest or to be active,
and enjoy a carefree life,
never lacking what we want.
Confident we're always welcome,
we are pleased to join you here:
the best things in life, I'm certain,
can be found wherever one is.


PRUDENCE. Two of mankind's greatest scourges,
Fear and Hope, stand here in fetters,
kept away from you by me;
you're all safe, but please stand back!

I am guiding, as you see,
this live, turreted colossus
which, despite its heavy burden,
steepest passes would not daunt.
There, upon its tower's top,
is a goddess with swift pinions,
poised for flight to any point
where advantage may await her,
enveloped in a cloud of light
whose brilliance reaches far and wide;
her name is Victory,
the goddess of all undertakings.


ZOILO-THERSITES.
This is too much! I see I'm just in time
to tell you what a tawdry lot you are!
My special butt, however, is
Dame Victory up there.

With those white wings she doubtless thinks
that she's an eagle
and that wherever she may choose to look
all peoples and all lands belong to her;
I, on the other hand, am quick to wrath
when I see any deed of glory done.
When I exalt what's base, degrade what's grand
put crooked straight, what's straight askew,

then, and then only, do I feel elated,
for that is how I want things here on earth.


HERALD.
In that case, cur, feel how my sacred staff
can deal a might blow!
Now you will writhe and twist!---

How quickly does the double dwarf
become a loathesome, shapeless mass!--
But what strange thing is this?
The mass becomes an egg that swells and bursts,
and from it twins emerge,
an adder and a bat;
one crawls off through the dust,
the other, black, flies upward to the roof.

They're hurrying outside for a reunion
in which I would prefer to have no part.


VOICES (murmuring).
Come! back there they are already dancing.--
Well! this place is not for me.--

Do you feel those ghastly things
pressing in about us?--
Something hissed right past my hair.--
I glimpsed something at my feet.--

No one's suffered any harm--
but we all have had a scare.--
What was fun is spoiled completely--
that's what the nasty creatures wanted.


HERALD. Ever since I undertook
to be herald at your pageants,
I have solemnly stood guard,
never yielding, always firm,
to insure that nothing harmful
should get in and spoil your revels.

But I fear that air-born spirits
are now coming through the windows,
and I'm helpless to protect you
from such ghostly sorcery.
If that dwarf was somewhat doubtful,
look back there, see what's now coming!
I would like to do my duty
and expound these figures' meaning,
but what can't be comprehended,
I am helpless to explain
and must ask for your assistance.--
See what's swerving through the crowd!
A magnificent quadriga
9
borne along past one and all,
opening no lane or passage,
causing none to push aside!
From afar its colors shimmer,
all about it stars are flashing
such as magic lanterns cast,

as it storms and snorts along.
Clear the way! I find this awesome!

YOUNG CHARIOTEER.
Horses, halt! No longer use your wings,
heed the customary bridle,
curb yourselves if I now curb you,
when I urge you, speed away--
for we must respect these halls!
See the circles growing larger
as admirers gather round us.

Herald, come! continue custom
and, before we rush away,
draw our picture, tell our names--
after all, we're allegories,
and you therefore ought to know us.


HERALD. I can't guess what your name is,
though I might be able to describe you.

CHARIOTEER. Try to do so then.

HERALD. To start,
I'll concede you're young and handsome.
You are an adolescent still; a woman, though,
would rather have you fully grown.
I see in you a future ladies' man,
and of the kind that breaks a lot of hearts.


CHARIOTEER. All well and good! Go on like that,
and formulate some more of this amusing riddle.

HERALD.
I see black lightning in your eyes, and night-dark hair
enlivened by a ribbon set with jewels.
And what a graceful robe cascades
with purple hem and glittering baubles

down from your shoulders to your slippers!
You might be called effeminate,
but if, for better or for worse,
you tried your luck with girls right now,
they'd help you learn the A B C.


CHARIOTEER. And what about this splendid figure
so proudly seated on my chariot's throne?

HERALD. He seems to be a rich and kindly king
whose favor would ensure prosperity.

He looks not for new realms to conquer,
but to discover where there's want,
and the pure joy he takes in giving
outweighs all the delights of ownership.


CHARIOTEER.
It will not do to stop with these remarks,
you must describe him properly.

HERALD. There's no describing innate worth.
But I'll go on: a face that glows with health,
an ample mouth, well-rounded cheeks,
show proudly forth beneath a jeweled turban;
his pleated gown is rich, not gaudy,

worn with decorum that I hardly need describe.
I recognize in him one born to rule.

CHARIOTEER.
His name is Plutus! He, the god of wealth,
i
s here arrived in regal state,
a guest your noble Emperor has wanted.


HERALD.
But tell us, also, what you are and do!

CHARIOTEER. I am that spendthrift, poetry;
as poet, I augment my worth
by squandering my very substance.
I, too, am rich beyond all measures
and count myself the peer of Plutus,
add life and beauty to his revels,
and give you what he can't bestow.


HERALD. You brag quite gracefully,
but we would like a demonstration of your skill.


CHARIOTEER
Watch! I but snap my fingers, and at once
bright, glittering lights surround our chariot.
Now see a string of pearls appear!


(He continues to snap his fingers in various directions.)

Accept these golden clasps for neck and ear,
these flawless combs and coronets,
these rings set with the rarest jewels;

I also, now and then, distribute tiny flames
in hope that some of them may start a blaze, a fire.


HERALD.
How these good people reach and grab--
the giver's almost helpless in this crowd!
He flips gems with fantastic skill,
and the whole crowd is grabbing for them.
But now I see there are new tricks:
no matter what a person clutches,
it proves to be a sorry prize--
his gift takes wing and flies away;
the string of pearls breaks in his hand
and he's left holding wriggling beetles,
and when, poor dupe, he shakes them off,
they start to buzz about his head;
others, instead of things with worth,
catch only wanton butterflies.
For all his promises, the rogue
bestows as gold what merely glitters.


CHARIOTEER.
I see that you describe all costumes well,
but it is not a herald's courtly duty
to fathom what may lie beneath their surface--
for that a keener eye is needed.
But I have no desire for disputes,

and will address, my lord, to you my questions.

(He turns to PLUTUS.)

Did you not put into my charge
this wind-swift team of four?
Do I not guide them as you wish?
Am I not always where you want me?
Have I not boldly soared aloft
to win you palms of victory?
Whenever I have fought on your behalf,
success has always crowned my striving,
and
if your brows are graced with laurels,
were they not woven by my thoughtful hand?


PLUTUS.
If you need a good character from me,
I gladly say, you are the essence of my spirit.
You always act the way I'd wish to act,
your treasury contains more gold than mine.
Of all the crowns I can bestow,

I value most the laurels that your service merits.
To all I testify as gospel truth:
with you, dear son, I am well pleased.

CHARIOTEER (addressing the assemblage).
See how I've scattered all about
the greatest gifts I can bestow.

Above the heads of some among you
there glows a spark that I ignited;
it skips along from head to head,
pausing on some, but not at all on others,
and only now and then, as short-lived flame,
rapidly bursting into incandescence;
but even before most people know of its existence,
the feeble spark, alas, has been extinguished.


WOMEN (chattering).
That fellow on the chariot
is certainly some charlatan,
for,
perched behind there sits the Fool,
who's even more emaciated
than he has ever looked before--
so fleshless he'd not feel a pinch, I think.


THE STARVELING
Don't lay your hands on me, disgusting females!
I know you never like to see me.--
When women managed their own homes,
my name was still Dame Avarice;
our households throve while the rule held:
acquire much, let nothing be discarded!
I strove to keep our chests and cupboards filled,
a virtue some then called a vice.
But now that women, some years since,
became unused to penny-pinching
and, like delinquent debtors anywhere,
have far more wants than they have money,
their husbands have a lot to suffer
and see debts everywhere they look.
Whatever they can earn by spinning
goes on their backs or to their lovers,
and with their armies of admirers
they eat and drink more lavishly as well.
This makes me fonder still of gold,
so now I am Sir Greed, and masculine.


LEADER OF THE WOMEN.
Let's leave this stingy devil to the stingy!
In any case, he's nothing but a liar

who wants to get our husbands all worked up,
although they're troublesome enough already.

THE WOMEN (all together).
The scarecrow! Slap his mouth! How can a servant,
and just a drudge at that, dare threaten us?
As if his ugly face could scare us!
Those dragon-steeds are only wood and paper;

come on, let's up and at him!

HERALD. Now, by my staff, be quiet!--
But there is hardly any need of my assistance:
see how
those fearful monsters come to life
and, spreading double pairs of wings,
quickly force people to draw back.
Enraged, the dragons shake their scaly jaws
and spew forth fire;
the crowd now flies,
there is an open space.


(PLUTUS alights from the chariot.)

Now he steps down with regal ease.
He gives a sign; the dragons get to work,
lift from their chariot the chest of gold,
bear it with Greed still crouching on it,
and set it down there at his feet--
a miracle has been performed!


PLUTUS (to his CHARIOTEER).
Now that you're rid of what encumbered you,
are wholly free, be off to your own realm!
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It is not here, amid this wild confusion
of motley and grotesque inventions.
Away to clarity perceived with clarity,
to where you owe allegiance to yourself,
where beauty and goodness alone afford delight--
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to solitude! Create your own world there.


CHARIOTEER.
I shall regard myself as your proud emissary,
still love you as my next of kin.
Where you abide, there is abundance,
and where I am, all men feel rich,
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although, perplexed by life, they often wonder
if they should consecrate themselves to you, or me.
Your votaries may live in idleness,
but those who follow me can never rest.
My deeds are not performed in secrecy--
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if I but breathe a thought, I am betrayed.

And so, farewell! I know you wish me happiness,
yet I'll return at once if you but whisper for me.

[Exit, with chariot.

PLUTUS.
It's time to free our treasures from their fetters!
I take the Herald's staff and smite the locks.
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The chest flies open. Look! See how, blood-red,
in brazen pots, gold surges up,
beside it choicest chains and rings and crowns,
and threatens to engulf and melt them.


THE CROWD (exclaiming in turn).
Look and see how it's running over, 5715
filling the chest up to the rim.

Vessels of gold are being melted,
golden rouleaus are tossed about.--
As if just minted, ducats dance
and make my heart begin to leap
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to see all I have ever wanted
rolling now along the floor!--
They are a gift, accept it promptly,
by stooping down you'll soon be rich.
Let us be nimble and make off,
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lightning-quick, with the chest itself!


HERALD. What is the meaning of this madness?
These things are only make-believe.
No more such greediness tonight!
Do you believe it's gold you're getting?
For you, and at a masquerade,

tin counters would be far too good.
You louts who right off want a pretty show
to be the truth of coarse reality!
What's truth to you who try to grab
hollow illusions randomly?

Masked Plutus, hero of this masque,
I beg you, put this mob to rout!


PLUTUS.
Your staff, I think, can serve as weapon;
lend it to me for a short time.--

I quickly dip it in the seething flames.
Now, masqueraders, on your guard!
See it flash, explode, and sparkle--
the staff is now a thing of fire!

If anyone should crowd too close
he'll suffer cruel burns at once.--
I'll start my circuit now.


THE CROWD (pushing and exclaiming).
What pain! We're done for now.
–Escape if you are able to!--
Move back, move back, you in the rear!--

Hot sparks are spurting in my face.
I'm crushed beneath the burning staff-

we're lost and done for, one and all.--
Don't crowd us so, you masqueraders,
move back, move back, you senseless mob!--
If I had wings, I'd leave by air.--


PLUTUS.
The circle now has been pushed back,
with no one scorched, I do believe.
The crowd retreats,
fear did the job.--

To guarantee this order is maintained,
I'll draw a ring that none can see.

HERALD.
What you have done is marvelous--
I'm much obliged to your sagacity!

PLUTUS.
More patience will be needed, noble friend,
for more disorder's still to come.

SIR GREED.
At last one can, if he so wishes,
survey with pleasure this assemblage,
since women always are out front
when there is something good to see or eat.
I'm not so far gone yet as not to find
a pretty woman beautiful,
and since the entertainment's free today,
there's nothing to prevent my picking up a girl.
Still, in a place so overcrowded,
my words cannot be heard by all,
I'll take a prudent course, and hope I can succeed
in being pantomimically explicit.
My purpose can't be served by gesture, hand, or foot,
so I shall have to try a prank.
Gold can be converted into anything,
and so I'll use this metal just like clay.


HERALD.
What is our thin fool up to now!
Can he be both a hunger artist and a comic?
He's kneading all the gold into a dough
that in his hands becomes quite slack
and stays a shapeless mass
no matter how he molds or pummels it
.
He's turning toward those women there,
who scream and try to get away
and act as if they all were much disgusted;
our clown turns out to be a mischief-maker,
and one of those, I fear, who think it fun
to cause offense to decency.

I cannot countenance such conduct--
give me my staff, and I'll expel him

PLUTUS. You need not interrupt his nonsense!
He's unaware there is a menace in the offing
that won't leave space for his buffoonery--
compulsion has more force than preachment
.

VOICES (noisily singing).
What now arrives is the Wild Hunt,
advancing irresistibly
from mountain height and wooded vale:
all celebrate their great god Pan.
In on a secret none here shares,
they'll throng into this empty ring.


PLUTUS. I know you well, and Great Pan too--
together you are undertaking something daring!
Knowing the secret only some few share,
with due respect I open this closed circle.

[Aside. ] May a propitious fate attend them!
What is to come could well seem strange;
they do not know for what they're headed,
they've not thought to prepare for what might happen.

WILD MEN (singing).
O you bedizened tinsel crowd,
see coarse and savage people come
who leaping high and running fast
now enter with a vigorous stride.


FAUNS. We are the fauns
of carefree dance
and oakleaf wreaths
in tousled hair!
Delicate ears with pointed tips
protrude from every curly head;
though nose be flat and face be broad,
the ladies won't take that amiss:
when dancing fauns put out their paws,
even the fairest won't say no.


SATYR. A satyr dances in behind
with foot of goat and fleshless leg
that must be thin and sinewy

perched chamois-like on mountain peaks,
he's entertained by looking round about.
Invigorated in the air of freedom,
he jeers at woman, child, and man
who down below in smoggy valleys
fondly believe they too exist,
and knows that he alone possesses
the world so calm and pure up there.


GNOMES. These little people take short steps
and do not like to march by pairs;

in moss-green smock, with lighted lamp,
each busy with his own concerns,
they hurry helter-skelter past
like teeming swarms of fireflies
and scurry back and forth like ants

who're busy everywhere at once.
Near relatives of the kind brownies,

we're barber-surgeons to the rocks;
we bleed high mountains,
tap their full veins,
and, confident our luck will hold,
accumulate a store of metals.

We do this with the best intentions--
we like to help men of good will.
Although the gold we bring to light
is used for pandering and theft
and to provide the steel the arrogant require
who have invented universal killing,
and though whoever breaks these three Commandments

will pay no heed to all the rest,
we aren't responsible for that;
therefore remain, like us, forebearing.

MEN OF GREAT STATURE.
Wild Men is what they call these figures
who, in the Harz, have local fame;
naked and strong, as nature made them,
they come, gigantic one and all,
with a pine club in their right hand
and wear as padded belt about their loins
an apron coarsely made of leafy boughs--
guardsmen quite different from the Pope's!


NYMPHS (in chorus, encircling PAN).
Now he arrives,
the great god Pan
who represents
the cosmic All!
Let all who dance about him here

be light of foot and blithe of heart;
although he's dour, he's also kind,
and so he wants us to be merry.
Outdoors beneath a vault of blue
he also tries to be alert,
but when he hears the murmuring brooks
he's lulled to sleep by gentle breezes.
And when his sleep comes at high noon,
no leaf will stir on any branch;
the silent air, now motionless,
grows heavy with the scent of herbs;
and nymphs no longer may be lively,
but fall asleep right where they've stood.
Yet when with violent suddenness
Pan's voice is heard, a cry as loud
as thunder-roll and ocean roar,
uncertainty reigns everywhere:
brave battle lines become a rout
amid which even heroes tremble.

All honor, then, where honor's due,
and hail to him who's brought us here!


DEPUTATION OF GNOMES (addressing PAN).
While metallic strands of wealth
glitter in their rocky fissures
and divining rods alone
trace their labyrinthine courses,
we, as troglodytes, shall build

vaulted homes in somber caverns,
and, where bright pure breezes blow,
you'll bestow largesse of treasure.

Now, however, here beside us
we have found a wondrous fountain
which should provide with little effort

wealth hardly to be had before.
Its perfecting needs your help;
Sire, be its guardian:
any treasure you control
serves the welfare of mankind.


PLUTUS (to the HERALD).
We must maintain complete composure
and, come what may, not intervene.
I know you've always shown the greatest courage,
but what's about to happen will seem utter horror;
since chroniclers will stubbornly deny its truth,
record it faithfully in your report.


HERALD (laying hold of his staff, which PLUTUS does not relinquish).
Slowly, the gnomes conduct Great Pan
towards the fountainhead of fire;
it surges up from its abyss,
then sinks again down to the bottom,
and only gaping darkness shows;
again it wells up, glowing, seething,
Great Pan stands dauntless and enjoys
the strange and wondrous sight,
and iridescent bubbles spray about.
How can he trust such goings-on--
he's bending low to look inside!--
Why, now his beard is falling off!--
To whom can the smooth-shaven chin belong
that's hidden by his hand?
A great disaster now ensues:
his beard bursts into flame and, flying back,
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sets fire to his crown, his hair, his torso,
and merriment turns into agony.--
The members of his crew rush to his aid,
but none of them escapes the flames,
and efforts to beat down the fire
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only ignite still further flames;
trapped in this sea of fire,
all of this group of masqueraders burn to death.


But what is this I hear reported
and spread by mouth from ear to ear
0 evermore ill-fated night,
what hurt and grief you've caused us!
Tomorrow will proclaim abroad
tidings no one will want to hear;
but what I hear cried everywhere,
is that the Emperor's a victim too.
If only something else were true!
The Emperor and all with him on fire!
A curse on them who led him so astray,
who strapped themselves in boughs of resin
to bellow songs and in their frenzy
produce this universal ruin!
O youth, when will you ever learn
to moderate exuberance?
O princes, will you never be
as sensible as you are sovereign?


Our forest has caught fire now,
and tongues of pointed flame
strive toward the rafters of the coffered ceiling
and threaten us with conflagration.
Our cup of misery is overflowing,

I can't imagine who might save us.
Tomorrow this imperial magnificence
will be the ash-heap of one night.


PLUTUS. There has been sufficient panic;
let relief now be provided!--
Sacred staff, smite with such might
that this floor will shake and echo!

Airy spaces of this room,
quickly fill with fragrant coolness!
Wisps of fog, rain-bearing mists,
come and hover all about,
hide this fiery confusion!
Cloudlets, trickle, murmur, whirl,
billow softly, gently dampen,
fight the flames, put out all fires,
and as soothing rain and moisture
change the futile glow of fire
into harmless summer lightning!--

When demonic forces threaten,
magic must come to our aid.




A GARDEN


Morning sunlight. The EMPEROR, with COURTIERS; before him kneel
FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES, both soberly dressed in proper court
costumes.


FAUST. Do you forgive our fiery illusion, Sire?

EMPEROR (gesturing to him and MEPHISTOPHELES to rise).

I'll welcome many more such entertainments.--
There I was suddenly inside a realm of fire--
almost like Pluto, was what came to mind--
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and saw a floor of coal-black rock
that glowed with tiny flares. From various abysses
myriads of savage flames swirled up
and merged as one to form a vault of fire
whose lofty cupola, the tongues of all these flames,
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was always taking shapes that never stayed the same.
In this vast space I saw my peoplesi in long lines,
move past its twisted fiery pillars;

from every compass point they crowded toward me
to do me homage in their usual ways.
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I recognized some members of my court among them,
and
fancied I was lord of countless salamanders.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
You are that, Sire, for every element
acknowledges imperial supremacy.

You now have proof that fire is your servant; 6005
but should you plunge into the wildest sea,
the moment that you tread its pearl-strewn floor
its billows will enclose you in a splendid sphere,
and you'll see waves, light green and purple-edged,
unite to build a glorious mansion
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whose center you will be. Move where you will,
these halls will follow step by step.
Their very walls will teem with life
that darts about and surges to and fro.
Sea monsters will crowd toward the new, soft light,
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lunge at your sphere, but never enter it.
Gold-scaled and colorful, sea dragons frolic here,
and though the shark may gape, its jaws will make you laugh.

However proud your present court may be,
you've never seen such crowds as these.
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Nor will you lack what's always loveliest:
their curiosity will bring the Nereids--
the youngest shy yet, eager to be baited,
their elders shrewd--to see the sumptuous dwelling here
in this eternal freshness.
Thetis hears the news 6025
and grants her person to a second Peleus.--
If, next, you choose to sit on Mount Olympus
.

EMPEROR. You need not bother with ethereal regions--
the throne up there is all too soon ascended.


MEPHISTO. As for this earth, you are its sovereign now! 6030

EMPEROR.
What happy chance has brought you straight to us
from the Arabian Nights?
If you can match Scheherazade's fertile mind,
I promise you the highest favors I can grant.
Always be ready when, as often happens,
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I find this routine world unbearable.


Enter LORD STEWARD, hastily.

STEWARD.
Your Highness, never in my life
did I expect I would announce
this splendid news, which fills me with such great delight
that, in your presence,
I am still in transports: 6040
all our accounts are settled,
the claws of usury have been appeased,

I'm rid of those infernal torments;
in paradise things can't be looking brighter.


GRAND-MASTER (following quickly).
We've started to pay off what's owed the mercenaries, 6045
our troops have all signed up again,
the lansquenets12 feel like new men,
and wench and landlord prosper.

EMPEROR. How easily you breathe today!
How cheerful have become your furrowed faces!
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How briskly you approach the throne!


INTENDANT (entering as the EMPEROR speaks, and indicating FAUST and
MEPHISTOPHELES).
Ask these, who did it, how this came about.

FAUST.
Rightly, the Chancellor should give the explanation.

CHANCELLOR (arriving slowly).
Who, in old age, can be carefree at last.--
Now hear, and see, the fateful document 6055
that has transformed all grief into contentment.

(Reading.) "To whom it may concern, be by these presents known,
this note is legal tender for one thousand crowns
and is secured by the immense reserves of wealth
safely stored underground in our Imperial States.
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It is provided that, as soon as it be raised,
said treasure shall redeem this note."

EMPEROR.
There's been some great and criminal fraud, I fear.
Who forged the Emperor's signature to this?
Does this crime still remain unpunished? 6065

INTENDANT. Don't you recall, only last night
you signed your name yourself? You were Great Pan;
the Chancellor up with us to you and said:
"Allow yourself the culminating festive pleasure--
salvation for your peoples--with a few strokes of the pen."
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You signed, and then before the night was over
quick conjurors made copies by the thousands.
To guarantee that all may share this blessing,
at the same time we placed your name on a whole series;
thus tens and thirties, fifties, hundreds too are ready.
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You can't imagine how this pleased your subjects.

See how the town, so long half-dead and mildewed,
is full of life and teems with pleasure seekers!

Although your name has long been much beloved,
never before has it been viewed with such affection.
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The alphabet is really now superfluous,
for in this sign all men can find salvation.


EMPEROR.
And people value this the same as honest gold?
The court and army take it as full pay?
Much as I find it strange, I see I must accept it. 6085

LORD STEWARD.
There is no way these bills can be recaptured;
they fled with lightning speed and are dispersed.
The money changers' shops are all wide open;
there every note is honored and exchanged--

at discount, to be sure--for gold and silver coin 6090

which soon gets to the butcher's, baker's, and the dramshop;
half the world seems obsessed with eating well,
the other half with showing off new clothes.
The drapers cut their cloth, the tailors sew.
Wine flows in taverns where your Majesty is toasted
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as food is boiled and fried, and dishes make a clatter.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
If you should walk about these grounds all by yourself,
you'd soon espy a lovely lady, dressed to kill
and peeking from behind a splendid peacock fan;
she'll smile at you and look to see if you've these notes,
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which will procure love's richest favors
far quicker than can wit or eloquence.

You do not need to fuss with pouch or purse;
a note tucked in your bosom is no burden
and fits together nicely with a billet doux.
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The pious priest can put one in his breviary
,
and so that they can move more swiftly,
soldiers will hasten to reduce the weight around their waists.
I hope your Majesty will pardon if I seem
to minimize the value of this vast achievement. 6110

FAUST. The overplus of wealth that lies, lethargic,
deep in the soil beneath your territories,
still waits to be exploited. But no mind
is vast enough to grasp these treasures' full extent;
imagination in its loftiest flight may strain,
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but cannot ever do them feeble justice.
Yet minds that can look deep will have
the vast assurance that vast undertakings need.


MEPHISTOPHELES
These notes, when used in lieu of gold and pearls,
are handy, too;-you know right off how much you own
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and can, without first bargaining or haggling,
enjoy the full delights of love and wine.
If metal's wanted, there are money-changers,
and if they're short, you go and dig a while;
the golden cups and chains can then be sold at auction,
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and prompt redemption of these shares
confounds all sceptics who might mock us.
Once used to this, no one will want another system,
and from now on all your imperial states
will thus be well supplied with jewels, gold, and paper. 6130

EMPEROR [addressing FAUST and the INTENDANT OF THE TREASURY].
Our nation owes its great prosperity to you;
your services deserve commensurate reward.
To you we now entrust the subsoil of our empire,
who most deserve to be its treasurers' guardians.
You know their full extent and where they're safely kept,
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and any digging shall be done as you direct.

Collaborate, you masters of our treasury,
enjoy the honors of your office,
that joins together in one happy union
the upper and the nether worlds. 6140

INTENDANT.
Between us there shall never be the slightest discord;
I welcome the magician as my colleague.
[Exit, with FAUST.

EMPEROR.
I'll now distribute gifts to all my suite,
but each must say what use you'll put it to.

FIRST PAGE (eagerly).
High spirits and a merry life for me! 6145

SECOND PAGE (likewise).
I'll buy my girl a necklace and some rings.

FIRST CHAMBERLAIN (politely).
The wines I drink will now be twice as good

SECOND CHAMBERLAIN (likewise).
The dice have started dancing in my purse.

FIRST BANNERET (thoughtfully).
My lands and castle shall be freed of debt.

SECOND BANNERET (likewise).
It's wealth to place with other things of value. 6150

EMPEROR. I hoped you'd be inspired to new ventures,
but you are no surprise to one who knows you.
This marvelous prosperity, I see,
leaves you exactly what you were before.


COURT FOOL (entering).
Since you're dispensing presents, don't exclude me!

EMPEROR. If you've come back to life, they'll only go for drink.

FOOL. I don't quite understand these printed charms.

EMPEROR. I don't doubt that! You'll never grasp their proper use.

FOOL. Some dropped; should I do anything about them?

EMPEROR. They fell your way, so you may take them.

FOOL. Five thousand crowns! Is that what I am holding?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Wineskin on legs, have you been resurrected?

FOOL. Many a time, but never with such profit.

MEPHISTOPHELES. You're sweating with excited happiness!

FOOL. Is what I'm showing you the same as money?

MEPHISTOPHELES. It will supply your gut's and gullet's wants.

FOOL. And can I buy some land, a house, and cattle?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Of course! Offer enough and they'll be yours.

FOOL. A castle, too, with woods, a chase, and fishing?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I'd give a lot to see you as a country squire!

FOOL. Tonight I'll dream of my estates.

MEPHISTOPHELES (solus). Who still can doubt our FOOL has wit!



A DARK GALLERY


Enter FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Why have you dragged me to this dreary hallway?
Isn't it lively enough for you in there?
Doesn't the brilliant, crowded court provide
plenty of scope for entertaining tricks of magic?


FAUST.
Spare me such talk! In the old days
you used to wear your shoes out in my service,
but now you only rush about
in order to evade my orders.
But I'm now under pressure to perform,
urged by the Steward and the Chamberlain.
The Emperor wants to see, and will brook no delay,
Helen of Troy and Paris here before him,
and gaze upon clear counterfeits
of those two paragons of male and female beauty.

Quick, get to work! I must not break my word.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
You were a FOOL to make a thoughtless promise.

FAUST.
You are the one, my friend who didn't think
to what your cleverness would bring us;
now that we've made him rich
we are expected to amuse him.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
You think such things can be arranged offhand;
we're here confronted with a steeper flight of stairs,
and you are meddling in an alien sphere;
you'll end up with worse debts than ever,

if you believe that Helen can be conjured up
as easily as phantom money.---
At any time I can supply an ugly witch,
a spectral ghost, a changeling dwarf,
but devils' goodwives, though they have their merits,
can't be palmed off as heroines.


FAUST. Now you are grinding out that same old tune!
With you one always finds that nothing's certain.
You are the father of all stumbling blocks
and want a new reward for any means you offer.
Some murmured words, I know, will do the trick,

and you'll have brought them here before I've turned to look.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Pagans are none of my affair--
they live in their own special hell.

Yet there's a means...

FAUST. Then tell me, and be quick!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
You force me to reveal a higher mystery.
Majestic goddesses enthroned in solitude
apart from space, outside of time--
to speak of them I find embarrassing--
these are the Mothers!


FAUST (startled). Mothers!

MEPHISTOPHELES. What? Afraid?

FAUST. The Mothers! "Mothers" sounds so strange!

MEPHISTO.
And strange they are. No mortal knows these goddesses,
whom even we are loath to name.

You'll have to plumb the lowest depths to find their home,
but it's your fault we need their help.

FAUST. And what way must I go?

MEPHISTOPHELES. No way at all!
To where no one has trod, where none may ever tread,
and where no prayer is heard or answered. Are you willing?--
Although you won't have locks or bolts to open,
you'll have to bear the buffetings of solitude.
Is dreary solitude a thought that you can grasp?


FAUST. You might, I think, be less verbose!
All this recalls the Witch's kitchen
and smacks of times now long since past.---
Was I not forced to live among mankind,
to study empty nothings and to teach them too?
If I spoke sense and what seemed sense to me,
the voice of contradiction shouted twice as loud;
indeed, it was to get away from my opponents' blows
that I withdrew to dreary solitude
and, not to live neglected and alone,
then put myself into the devil's hands.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Although you swam across the ocean
and there beheld what's limitless,
you still would see wave follow wave
even as death inspired you with terror;
you'd still see something--dolphins darting
in the green spaces of the quiet deep,
or scudding clouds, or sun and moon and stars.
In ever empty distance you'll see nothing,
you will not hear the sound of your own step,
will find no solid spot on which to rest.


FAUST.
You are the father of all mystagogues
who ever cheated docile neophytes,
but you reverse their method--send me to a void
for higher wisdom and for greater powers.

You're making me the cat whose task it is
to pull your chestnuts from the fire.

But do not stop! Let's probe the matter fully,
since in your Nothingness I hope to find my All.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Before we part, I'll say this to your credit:
you know your devil very well.
Here, take this key!


FAUST. That tiny thing!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Just grasp it, and remember what it's worth!

FAUST. It's growing in my hand--it shines and flashes!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
You're quick to see that it has special properties!
It has an instinct for the place one wants to be;

follow its lead down to the Mothers.

FAUST (shuddering).
The Mothers! It's a shock each time I hear their name!
What is this word I so dislike to hear?


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Have you some prejudice against new words?
Must you hear only what you've heard before?
Nothing you are about to hear should cause dismay
to one so long inured to all that's strange.


FAUST. I do not seek salvation in mere apathy--
awe is the greatest boon we humans are allotted,
and though our world would have us stifle feeling,
if we are stirred profoundly, we sense the Infinite.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Well then, descend! Or, if you wish, ascend--
it makes no difference which I say!
From finitude
escape to realms where forms exist detached,
where what has ceased to be can still afford delight.
There shapes will crowd and swirl like clouds--
brandish your key and keep them at a distance!


FAUST (with enthusiasm).
I hold it tight and feel new strength, new courage.
Let the great enterprise begin!


MEPHISTOPHELES.
A glowing tripod, finally, will let you know
that you have reached the deepest depth of all,
and in the light it sheds you'll see the Mothers.
Some will be seated, same will stand or walk--
there is no rule--
for all is form in transformation,
Eternal Mind's eternal entertainment.
About them hover images of all that's been created,
but you they will not see, for they see only phantoms.

Now summon up your courage--there's great danger--
and go directly to the tripod,
and touch it with your key!


(FAUST, with the key, strikes an imperious pose as MEPHISTOPHELES
watches.)

Yes, that's the way!---It then will be your faithful follower;
sustained by your success, you can ascend at leisure,
be back before they know it's gone.
As soon as you have brought it here, call forth
your hero and your heroine from darkness--
a feat no man has ever dared attempt
has been performed, and you're the one who's done it.

Henceforth, if you so will, by magic art
this cloud of incense can be changed to gods.


FAUST. What happens now?

MEPHISTOPHELES. Direct your strivings downward;
to sink you stamp your foot, to rise you stamp again.


(FAUST stamps his foot and sinks out of sight.)

The key, I hope, will serve him well--



BRIGHTLY LIT ROOMS



EMPEROR and PRINCES, with COURTIERS; there is much coming
and going.


A CHAMBERLAIN (to MEPHISTOPHELES).
We still are waiting for the phantom scene you owe us;
our master is impatient, so get started!


LORD STEWARD.
His Highness asked just now about it;
do not embarrass him by more delays. 6310

MEPHISTOPHELES. That's why my friend has disappeared,
he is the expert in these matters;
in undisturbed seclusion, he is working hard
at what demands his total concentration;
the man who would reveal the treasure Beauty
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must use that highest art, the magic of the sages.


STEWARD. What arts are used is immaterial--
the Emperor wants you to be ready now.

A BLONDE (to MEPHISTOPHELES).
A word, kind sir! You see my clear complexion,
but summertime does nasty things to it;
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that's when a hundred red-brown blemishes appear
and cover this white skin and vex me.

I'd like a remedy!

MEPHISTOPHELES. It's sad that beauty so translucent
should, when May comes, be spotted like a panther cub!
Take spawn of frogs and tongues of toads, mix well,
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distill this carefully in full-moon light;
apply, where needed only, as the moon is waning,

and when spring comes your spots will all be gone.

A BRUNETTE.
The crowd that seeks your favors is increasing.
I beg you for a cure. A chilblained foot
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impairs my walking and my dancing;
it even makes it hard for me to curtsy.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
You'll have to let me press your foot with mine.

BRUNETTE. Why, that's the sort of thing that lovers do!

MEPHISTO.
A kick from me, my child, means something more important.
Similia similibus applies to all disorders;
as foot cures foot, so does each other member.
Come close! And mind you don't reciprocate!


BRUNETTE (screaming).
That hurts! My foot's on fire! It was as if
a horse's hoof had kicked me hard.


MEPHISTOPHELES. But you are cured. 6340
Now you can have your fill of dancing
and press your lover's foot beneath the banquet table.


A LADY (pushing forward). Let me get through! I cannot bear
the burning pains that rack my being; till yesterday
he searched my eyes in quest of happiness,
but now he's turned his back and only talks to her.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Your case is serious, but follow this advice:
you must steal softly up to him
and, with this charcoal, draw a line somewhere
on his sleeve, cloak, or shoulder;
his heart will suffer pricks of sweet remorse.
You must, however, promptly swallow the charcoal,
letting no wine or water touch your lips,
and he'll be sighing at your door this very night.


LADY. This isn't harmful?

MEPHISTOPHELES (indignantly).
Please! You owe me more respect!
To find its like you'd have to go some distance;
it comes from where we once, when zeal was greater,
eagerly fanned the flames around the stake.

A PAGE. Though I'm in love, they tell me I am too young.

MEPHISTOPHELES (aside).
I hardly know to whom to listen next.
(To the Page.). Don't set your heart on someone very young;
elderly women will appreciate you best.


(More people crowd in about him.)

More yet! This gets to be a struggle.
I may end up by having recourse to the truth;
my plight's so bad, I'll take the worst expedient.--
0 Mothers, Mothers, free Faust from your spell!

(Looking about.) In the great hall the candles are now dimmer,
and suddenly the whole Court starts to move.
I see the decorous procession go
through corridors and distant galleries.

Good! They're assembling in the old Knights' Hall
that, though it's large, can hardly hold them.
Its spacious walls are richly hung with tapestries,
its nooks and corners filled with armor.
In such a place, I think, spells are not needed;
ghosts will come here without an invitation.




KNIGHTS' HALL


Dim lighting. The EMPEROR and COURT have already entered.

HERALD.
Mysterious forces of the spirit world prevent
my usual announcing of the play;
there's no point trying to explain
all the confusion in some rational way.
The chairs have been arranged already;
the Emperor is placed so that he'll face the wall,
so close that he can contemplate in perfect comfort
tapestried battles fought in days of glory.
He now is seated, with his court around him
and crowded benches in the background;
but even at this time of somber apparitions
love provides room for lovers side by side.
And now that all have found their proper places,
our work is finished. Let the ghosts appear!
(Trumpets.)

ASTROLOGER.
By royal command the play shall start at once.
Become an opening, what now is wall!
When magic operates, all things are easy;
like jetsam swept by tides, the arras vanishes;
the wall divides and is reversed,
creating the effect of a deep stage
as we seem bathed in some mysterious glow;
I'll now climb up to its proscenium.


MEPHISTOPHELES (popping up in the prompter's box).
I trust my being here will be approved by all:
the devil's eloquence is always sotto voce.

(To the ASTROLOGER.)

As one who knows the tempi of the stars,
you'll understand my prompting perfectly.

ASTROLOGER.
By dint of magic there is here revealed
the massive structure of an ancient temple.
Like Atlas, formerly the skies' support,
its serried rows of columns stand, no doubt sufficient
to hold the weight of stone they stand beneath,
since two could well support a mighty edifice.


AN ARCHITECT.
They call this Classical! I can't see much to praise;
awkward and cumbersome would be more apt.
What's crude is labeled noble, and what's clumsy, grand.

Give me slim pillars striving toward infinity,
ogival zeniths that exalt the spirit;

these make our edifices uniquely edifying.

ASTROLOGER.
Welcome with awe this well-starred hour;
let Reason be the thrall of Magic,
and let bold Phantasy appear

in all her freedom, all her glory.
See now before your eyes what you have dared to ask for:

what is impossible, and hence is surely truth!

(FAUST climbs on to the proscenium at the opposite side.)

Behold the thaumaturge,11 in priestly robe and wreath,
who'll now complete his daring enterprise.
A tripod rises with him from a cavernous hole;
I think I now smell incense from its bowl.
He is prepared to consecrate his mighty feat;
only good fortune can attend him now.


FAUST (grandiosely).
In your name, Mothers, who in boundless space
dwell enthroned in eternal solitude,
yet sociably.
About your heads there hover,
moving but lifeless, images of living things.
Resplendent glories, now no more,
are stirring still, for they would be eternal.
And you, in your omnipotence, assign them
to light's pavillion or the vault of darkness.

Some are caught up in life's propitious course;
others, the dauntless sorcerer seeks out,
who generously displays for all to see
the marvels that their hearts desire.


ASTROLOGER.
His glowing key's no sooner touched the bowl
than smokelike haze obscures the stage,
first creeping in, then billowing like clouds
that swell, condense, entwine, divide, and join.
Heed how the master now controls the spirit-world--
as the shapes move, the air is filled with music.
Aerial tones produce a strange effect
and, as they flow, all is melodious.
Each column with its triglyphs resonates,
and the whole temple seems to me to sing.
The mist subsides; from the thin haze,
in time with the music, a comely youth steps forth.
Here I may pause, for there's no need to name him--
who would not know that this was lovely Paris!


A LADY. He glows with adolescent vigor!

SECOND LADY. As fresh and juicy as a peach!

A THIRD. What finely chiseled, sweetly swollen lips!

A FOURTH. That is a cup you'd surely like to sip from.

A FIFTH. He's quite good-looking, but a bit coarse too.

A SIXTH. He might be just a bit less stiff.

A KNIGHT I think that I detect the shepherd in him;
nothing suggests a prince or courtier.

SECOND KNIGHT. Half-naked he's no doubt a handsome boy,
but we would need to see him wearing armor!


LADY. He's sitting down with almost feminine langour.

KNIGHT. Perhaps you'd feel at home there on his knees?

SECOND LADY. How gracefully he rests his arm upon his head!

CHAMBERLAIN. I think such boorishness cannot be pardoned.

LADY. You gentlemen are always finding fault.

CHAMBERLAIN. To think of lolling in the Emperor's presence!

LADY. He's only acting as if he were all alone.

CHAMBERLAIN. Here, even in a play, we want decorum. 6470

LADY. Now the dear boy is sleeping gently.

CHAMBERLAIN. You'll have full truth to nature when he starts to snore!

YOUNG LADY (ecstatically).
What perfume's mingling with the incense
and bringing cool refreshment to my heart?


AN OLDER LADY.
There really emanates from him a gentle breath 6475
that deeply stirs my soul!


THE OLDEST LADY.
It's youth's ambrosial bloom
that in the adolescent is distilled
and permeates the air about us
.

Enter HELEN.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
So that is she! She won't make me lose sleep;
no doubt she's pretty, but she's not my style
. 6480

ASTROLOGER. I see that at this point I am superfluous,
and as a man of honor say so frankly.

Had I but tongues of fire to sing this beauty,
whose loveliness has long been praised!
To see her is to lose all sense of self, 6485
to have possessed her, undeserved good fortune.


FAUST.
Does some more inward sense than sight perceive
the overflowing fountainhead of beauty?

My dread ordeal is gloriously rewarded.
How circumscribed and empty was my world before! 6490
Now, with this priesthood, it at last becomes
desirable and has a lasting basis.

May I no longer have the power to breathe--
if I should ever want to live without you!--
The lovely form that in the magic mirror 6495
once ravished me with such delight
was but this beauty's feeble counterfeit.--
To you I offer as my homage
all my vitality, and passion's essence:
devotion, love, idolization, madness:--
  6500

MEPHISTOPHELES (from the prompter' box).
Control yourself, and don't forget your part!

AN OLDER LADY.
The head's too small for her good height and figure.

A YOUNGER LADY. Those feet! They hardly could be more ungainly.

A DIPLOMAT. She has a quality I've seen in princesses;
I find her beautiful from head to toe.
6505

A COURTIER. She's stealing closer to the sleeping figure.

LADY. Beside unsullied youth how odious she looks!

POET. Her beauty casts a radiance upon him.

LADY. A picture of Diana and Endymion!

POET. That's it! The goddess seems about to kneel,
but then bends forward to drink in his brepth;  
6510
enviable fate--a kiss!-- His cup is full!


A GOVERNESS.
In front of people! Really, that's too much!

FAUST. How awful she should favor such a boy!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Be quiet!
Don't interfere in what the phantom's doing.
 6515.

COURTIER. She now tiptoes away as he wakes up.

LADY. Just as I thought she would, she's looking back!

COURTIER. He is surprised by the miraculous!

LADY. She's not, the least surprised by his reaction.

COURTIER. She turns back toward him with great dignity. 6520

LADY. I see that she intends to be his tutor;
all men are stupid in such situations,
and he no doubt thinks too that he's the first.


KNIGHT. Don't carp at elegance and queenly bearing!

LADY. The wanton thing! I call such conduct vulgar. 6525

A PAGE. I wouldn't mind if I could take his place!

COURTIER. Who would object to being in her toils?

LADY. That piece of jewelry's more than second-hand
and quite a lot of gilt has been worn off it.


SECOND LADY.
Since she was ten she's been a good-for-nothing. 6530

KNIGHT. Sometimes you take the best that is available;
I'd not refuse what's left of such great beauty.

A PEDANT. Although I see her clearly, I'll point out
that there may be some doubt if she's authentic.
We're apt to be misled by what's before us,
6535
and I prefer to trust what's written down.

There I have read as fact that she found special favor
with all the elders of the Trojans;
that fits the case here perfectly, I think;
I find her pleasing, though I am a graybeard. 6540

ASTROLOGER. No longer boy, a man and hero now,
he boldly seizes her, scarce able to resist.
On strengthened arm he lifts her high above him--
is he perhaps abducting her?


FAUST. Rash fool!
How can you dare! Do you not hear? Desist! Enough!
6545

MEPHISTOPHELES. But you're the author of this spectral masque!

ASTROLOGER.
One last word! Now that the piece has been performed,
I can entitle it: The Rape of Helen.


FAUST. A rape indeed! Am I of no importance here?
Does not my hand still hold this key 6550
that brought me back to this firm shore
through dismal solitudes of rock and sea?
I won't give way! This is reality, and here
the human spirit can contend with spirit beings
to win itself a double kingdom.
6555
She was so far away, but now could not be nearer.
Once I have rescued her, she will be doubly mine.
I'll venture all!-- This, Mothers, you must grant me!
He who discerns her worth can never live without her.


ASTROLOGER. What are you doing, Faust?-- With violent hands 6560
he seizes her; her figure is already less distinct.
His key is pointed toward the young man now,
it touches him!-- Woe to us all! In just a moment...!

Explosion. FAUST is seen lying on the floor; the phantom figures
dissolve as vapors.


MEPHISTOPHELES (hoisting FAUST on his shoulder).
That's life for you! To be encumbered with a fool
can't even help the devil in the end.
6565

Darkness and noisy confusion as the curtain falls.



ACT II


A HIGH-VAULTED, NARROW GOTHIC ROOM


Faust's former study is unchanged.-- Enter MEPHISTOPHELES from behind a
curtain; as he holds it up and looks back,
FAUST is seen lying on an old-
fashioned bed.


MEPHISTOPHELES. Lie there, unhappy victim of a love
whose bonds it will be hard to break!
One who is paralyzed by Helen
won't easily regain his senses.


(He looks about.)

Nothing, no matter where I look, 6570
has changed or suffered harm; perhaps

the colored window-panes are more opaque,
the cobwebs certainly have multiplied;
the ink has thickened and the paper yellowed,

but everything is where it was before; 6575
even the pen's still lying here
with which Faust signed his contract with the devil.

In fact, down here inside the quill there's stuck
a drop of blood like that I wheedled out of him;
I would congratulate the connoisseur
6580
who laid his hands on such a piece as this
.
The fur-trimmed gown still hangs on its same hook,
reminding me of all the nonsense
I told the student I once counseled;
a young man now, he may still find it food for thought;
6585
I really have an urge, old friend,
to wrap myself again in your moth-eaten warmth

and strut about as a professor
completely confident he's right--
a habit scholars easily acquire,
6590
but one the devil's long since lost,


Taking down Faust's gown, he shakes it; moths, balm crickets,
and beetles fly out of its fur.


INSECTS (in chorus).
We welcome and greet you,
old master of ours.
We buzz and we hover,
we know who you are. 659:
You planted us singly,
in silence, long since;
as thousands of dancers now,
father, we're here.
The rogue in one's bosom
remains out of sight-- 6600
the lice in a furpiece
come sooner to light.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
What a pleasant surprise these children are!
You only have to sow, and some day you will reap. 6605
I'll give the old coat another shake;
here and there a few more fluttering things emerge.--
Up and about, you darling creatures! Hurry,
conceal yourselves in all these countless corners--
in those old boxes standing there, 6610
here in this browning manuscript,
in dusty shards of ancient vessels,
and in those deathheads' empty eyes.
Such musty chaos always will be rife
with real and imaginary maggots.
6615

(He puts on the gown.)

Come, cloak my shoulders one more time!
Today I'll be the Principal again.

But what's the use of such a title
when no one's here to pay me due respect?

He pulls a bell cord; there is a shrill, penetrating sound that causes the
halls to tremble and the door to fly open.-- Enter
FAMULUS, staggering
out of a long, dark corridor.


FAMULUS. What an awesome sound this is! 6620
Stairways sway, the walls are shaking;
through the trembling colored panes
I see flashing streaks of lightning.
Floors have cracks, and from above
dislocated plaster trickles.
6625
And this door, securely locked,
by some magic is unbolted.--
There--o horror!--stands a giant
wearing Faust's old woolen gown!
He now sees and beckons me,
6630
and my knees seem to give way.

Should I flee? Should I remain?
Oh, what will become of me!

MEPHISTOPHELES (beckoning).
Approach, my friend!-- Your name is Nicodemus?

FAMULUS. That is my name, your Reverence--Oremus. 6635

MEPHISTOPHELES. We'll skip the prayer!

FAMULUS. I'm pleased you recognize me.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
I know the type--the student who keeps on
until he's middle-aged! But even learned men
continue studying because of some compulsion.
That's how a shabby house of cards is often started
which even the best mind cannot complete.

Your master, though, knows all the tricks;
who has not heard the fame of Doctor Wagner,
the world of learning's leading luminary now!
He, all alone, keeps it in proper order,
and constantly extends the realm of wisdom.
Eager for universal knowledge, crowds
of students and disciples gather round him.
He is by far the lectern's brightest star
and, like St. Peter, holds the keys
that open earth's and heaven's locks.
His ardor and brilliance have long since obscured
all others' fame and reputation;
even Faust's name has been eclipsed,
and Wagner is your sole inventor.

FAMULUS.
Your Reverence will, I hope, forgive me
if I now dare to contradict you:
that's not the way things are at all.
He is a very modest person,
and never has been reconciled
to that great man's unfathomed disappearance,
for whose return he prays in hope of solace.
This room, exactly as it was when Doctor Faust was here,
and never changed while he has been away,
awaits its former master;
I hardly dare to venture in.
What stars must now prevail in heaven,
when walls, I think, do quake with fear?
Yet doorposts did tremble and locks were sprung,
or you would not be here yourself.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Where has your master sought seclusion?
Lead me to him!--bring him to me!

FAMULUS.
Oh, sir! his prohibition is so strict;
I do not know if I should take the risk.
For many months, to further his great project,

he's worked in deepest secrecy.
This frailest of all men of learning
looks like a charcoal burner;
with blackened cheeks,
eyes red from blowing up the fire,
he's always breathless with anticipation;

the clattering tongs seem music to his ears.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
I doubt that he'll refuse to see me;
I am the man to hasten his success. [Exit FAMULUS]

MEPHISTOPHELES seats himself in a dignified pose.

BACCALAUREATE. To be polite in German is to lie.

MEPHISTOPHELES (continually rolling his chair closer to
the proscenium and addressing the audience
).
Up here I'm not allowed to see or breathe--
have you perks a place for me down there?


BACCALAUREATE.
I think it arrogance, when time gets short
and you no longer count, to claim that you exist.
6775
Our lives lie in our blood, and where is circulation
better than in the blood of those still young?
Their blood's alive, is fresh and vigorous,
and from its life creates life that is new.
Then things begin to move, then things get done;
6780
weakness succumbs, and fitness takes its place.
While we have conquered half the universe,
what have you done but nod and ponder,
dream and deliberate? Plans, always plans!
Age is indeed an ague much augmented
6785
by the capricious frost of impotence.

One who has passed the thirtieth year
already is as good as dead--
it would be best to kill you off by then.


MEPHISTOPHELES. To this, the devil can but say amen! 6790

BACCALAUREATE. Unless I will it, devils don't exist.

MEPHISTOPHELES (aside).
It won't be long before some devil trips you up.

BACCALAUREATE.
The noblest mission is reserved for youth!
There was no world before I bade it be;
out of the sea I summoned forth the sun;
6795
with me the moon's inconstant course began;
then, as I passed, the day put on its finery
and earth saluted me with greenery and flowers.
At my command, in primal night the stars
and planets shone in all their splendor.
6800
Who, if not I, delivered you
from the confinement of Philistine thought?
But I am free! And as the spirit moves me,
I happily pursue the inward light
and, in an ecstasy of joy, speed on,
6805
brightness before me, darkness at my back.
[Exit.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Farewell, you pompous ass!--How greatly would
you be offended if you heard me ask:
can anyone have wise or stupid thoughts
that ages past have not already thought?--
6810
In any case, we're in no danger here,
and in a few more years all will have changed;

the juice may foam absurdly in the barrel;
but in the end it yields some kind of wine.


(To the younger members of the audience, who fail to applaud.)

My dear young friends, I do not take it ill
that you're left cold by what I say;
but please remember that the devil's old--
you must grow old, and then you'll understand him!




LABORATORY


A medieval alchemist's chamber filled with cumbersome
apparatus designe. for various fantastic purposes
.

WAGNER (at the hearth).
The terrifying bell reverberates
and sends a tremor through these soot-black walls.
6820
The end has come of the uncertainties
attendant on my solemn hopes.

The shadows have begun to be less dark,
and in the inmost vial
something is glowing like a living ember
6825
and, like a glorious carbuncle,
irradiates the darkness with red lightning flashes
.
A clear, white light can now be seen!
If only, this time, I don't lose it!--
Oh Lord! what is that clatter at the door?
6830

Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

MEPHISTO.
Say "Welcome!" since I've come to be of help.

WAGNER (apprehensively).
By the prevailing star, be welcome!
(In a low voice.) Don't breathe, don't say a word!
Something tremendous is just about completed.

MEPHISTOPHELES (in an even lower voice).
What's going on?

WAGNER (in a still lower voice). A human being's being made. 683

MEPHISTOPHELES.
A human being? And what amorous pair
have you imprisoned in your flue?


WAGNER. None, God forbid! Old-fashioned procreation
is something we reject as folly.
The feeble force that was life's starting point,
6840
like the compelling strength that from it sprang
and took and gave, ordained to shape its own design,
assimilating first like elements, and then unlike,
that force is now divested of all rights and privileges;
the beasts may still enjoy that sort of thing,
but human beings, with their splendid talents,
must henceforth have a higher, nobler source.


(He turns to the hearth.)

Look there, a flash!-- We now can really hope:
if we compound the human substance
by mixing many hundred substances--
the mixture is what matters--carefully
and seal it tight with clay in a retort,
then re-distill it properly,
our secret labors will be finished.

(As before.)

It works! The moving mass grows clearer,
and my conviction the more certain:
what's been extolled as Nature's mystery
can be investigated, if but Reason dare,
and what she used to let be just organic
we can produce by crystallizing.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
One who lives long will have seen much,
and nothing here on earth is ever new for him
When I was still a journeyman
I met some mortals who seemed crystallized.


WAGNER (who has continued to watch the vial attentively).
It's rising, flashing, piling up--
another moment and it's done!

A grand design may seem insane at first;
but in the future chance will seem absurd,
and such a brain as this, intended for great thoughts,
will in its turn create a thinker too.


(He contemplates the vial delightedly.)

I hear a strong but pleasing sound; the glass vibrates,
clouds up, then clears--success is certain!
I see a pretty mannikin
who's making dainty gestures.

What more can we or can the world demand
now that the mystery has been revealed?
Listen! The sound we hear is changing--
that is a voice, now I hear speech.


HOMUNCULUS (in the vial, to WAGNER).
Is daddikins all right? A serious business, that!
Come and give me a nice affectionate hug,
but gently, so the glass won't break!
It is a curious property of things
that what is natural takes almost endless space,
while what is not, requires a container.


(To MEPHISTOPHELES)

Cousin, are you here too, you rogue? 6885
You chose the proper moment, and I owe you thanks.
It is a lucky chance that you should join us-
Since I am now alive, I also must be active.
I'd like to gird myself right now for work;
and I can count on you to know the best procedures.
6890

WAGNER.
Please, one more word! I've been harassed by young and old
with problems that, till now, have put me in a quandary.
For instance,
no one's ever understood
how soul and body fit so well together,
clinging to one another as if they'd never part,
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and yet torment each other all the livelong day.

Nor how...

MEPHISTOPHELES. Stop there! I'd rather learn
why man and wife must get along so badly.
These matters, friend, you never will clear up.
This little chap wants action, we have work to do
. 6900

HOMUNCULUS. What needs be done?

MEPHISTOPHELES (pointing to a door at the side).
There! Demonstrate your talent!

WAGNER (still gazing into the vial).
You really are the loveliest of boys!

The side door opens and FAUST is seen lying on a couch.

HOMUNCULUS (in an astonished voice).
An omen!--

(The vial slips out of WAGNER'S hands, hovers over FAUST, and
casts its light upon him
.)

Beauty everywhere! In a dense grove
clear streams! And, taking off their clothes,
the loveliest of women!-- The picture is improving.--
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Yet one, issued from hero-kings or even gods,
is
more resplendent than the others.
She sets her foot into the bright transparence;
the flawless body's precious living flame
finds coolness in the water's pliant crystal!--
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But what's this sound of whirring wings,
this noisy splashing that disturbs the polished mirror?

Her maidens flee, alarmed, while only she,
the queen, remains composed and watches;
with proud and womanly delight she sees
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the leader of swans, importunate yet gentle,
press against her knees. He seems to grow familiar.--

A mist, however, suddenly arises
and with its closely woven veil conceals
the scene that's loveliest of all.


MEPHISTOPHELES. That's quite a story you have told us--
you may be small, but you've a great imagination!
I don't see anything...


HOMUNCULUS. And I can well believe it!
Born in a later, fog-bound age,
in a chaotic world of monkery and knighthood,
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how can your northern eyes be anything but blinkered--
you only feel at home where gloom prevails:


(He surveys the surroundings.)

Stonework with pointed arches, florid carvings,
all mouldy, ugly, drab, and vulgar!
If he wakes up, there'll be new trouble:
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in such a place he would be dead at once.
He has been dreaming hopefully
of sylvan springs, of swans and naked beauties

so how could he put up with this?
I'm most adaptable, yet I can hardly stand it.
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Let's get him out of here.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I'm all for that!

HOMUNCULUS. Order a hero into battle
or ask a girl to join the dance,
and there will be no long objections.
Right now, as I've remembered quickly,
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is Classical Walpurgisnight,
which is, for him, most opportune.
Transport him to his proper element!

MEPHISTOPHELES. I've never heard of anything like that.

HOMUNCULUS.
And how could it have come to your attention? 6945
Romantic spectres are the only ones you know,
but any proper ghost has to be classical.


MEPHISTOPHELES. But what's the destination of our journey?
I know I'll find my ancient colleagues odious.


HOMUNCULUS.
Your favorite quarter, Satan, lies northwest of here, 6950
but we must sail southeast on this occasion.--
Through thickets, groves, and quiet humid reaches
the free Peneus flows across a mighty plain
extending to the mountains' gorges,
and up above lies Old and New Pharsalus.
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MEPHISTOPHELES.
Horrors! No more! And spare me your account
of all those fights of slaves with despotism!
They bore me, for no sooner are they over
than the combatants start again
and fail to see that they're egged on
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by Asmodeus, who's behind it all.
They claim it is a fight for independence,
but all it really is, is slaves against each other.


HOMUNCULUS. Let mankind have its measure of contention!
From childhood on, as best it can, the self must fight
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to stay intact, and so adulthood is at last attained.--

The only issue here is, how he can get well.
If you have a specific, here's the place to test it;
but if you're helpless, leave the job to me!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
There's many a Brocken cure that I could try, 6970
but pagan bars confront me here.

Those Greeks were really never good for much,
although they charm your senses with external show
and lure the human heart to sinful pleasures;
with us, however, sin will always be thought gloomy.
-- 6975
Now what is on your mind?

HOMUNCULUS. You never have been bashful,
and so I think it quite sufficient
if I just say: Thessalian witches.


MEPHISTO (lecherously).
Thessalian witches! Good! They're persons
I long have had an interest in
. 6980
To be with them night after night
might not be restful, I suspect;
but a trial visit...

HOMUNCULUS. Take your cloak
and in it wrap our sleeping cavalier!
That bit of cloth will, as before,
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carry the two of you together;
I'll go ahead and light the way.


WAGNER (apprehensively). And I?

HOMUNCULUS.
Why, you'll stay home and do what's most important.
Peruse your ancient manuscripts,
collect life's elements as they direct;
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then put the parts together--cautiously-
and think about the What and, even more, the How!
--
Meanwhile I shall explore the world a bit
and so perhaps discover how to dot the i's.
Then your great purpose will have been achieved,
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and the rewards your striving merits:
gold, honor, fame, a long and healthy life,
and maybe knowledge too and virtue.

Farewell!

WAGNER (sadly). Farewell!-- The word weighs on my heart.
I fear, already, that I'll not see you again.
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MEPHISTOPHELES. Let's down at once to the Peneus!
My cousin isn't one to be ignored.
(Ad spectatores.) The fact is, we remain dependent on
the creatures we ourselves have made.



CLASSICAL WALPURGISNIGHT


The Pharsalian Fields. Darkness.


ERICHTHO. How often to this night's dread celebration
have I thus come, Erichtho I, all somberness,
yet not so frightful--they exaggerate and set
no limits to theiripsaise or blame--as hateful poets
slanderously say!
I see the outstretched plain
now wanly lightened by the gray of surging tents,
the after-image of that anxious, fearful night.

How often it has been repeated! And it must
recur eternally. Each wants to rule alone
and, holding power gained through power, neither yields
it to the other.--Those not competent to rule
their own unruly selves, with eager arrogance
seek to impose their will upon their neighbor's will.--
Here a battle was fought that grandly illustrates
how power always meets some power greater still,

how fragile is the many-flowered wreath of freedom,
- how the stiff laurel, on the tyrant's head, is pliant.

Great Pompey, here, had dreams of burgeoning hopes fulfilled,
there wakeful Caesar watched each movement of fate's scales!
They are well matched--who wins, the world already knows.

Watch fires glow and lavish redness all about,
the ground exudes a semblance of shed blood,
and lured by the night's strange and magic radiance
the legions of Greek legend gather.
Around the fires are fabled shapes of olden times--
some hover timidly, some sit at ease.
Although not full, the rising moon is bright and clear,
and as it spreads its mellow brightness everywhere
the ghost tents vanish and the fires' glow turns blue.--

Up there! What is that unexpected meteor?
Its shining light reveals a solid sphere in which,
so instinct tells me, something lives.
Destructive as I am
to life, I would be ill-advised to get too close--
my good name would be harmed and I would gain no profit.
It now descends, and with due prudence I withdraw.

Enter, above, the AERONAUTS.

HOMUNCULUS.
Since the valley down below us
looks so very weird and spectral,
I am flying one more circle
over all these horrid fires.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Since these ghosts are just as horrid
as those seen through ancient casements
in the wild and dismal North,
I'm as much at home as ever
.

HOMUNCULUS.
Look! In front! A thin tall woman
walks away with lengthy stride.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Probably she has been frightened
by our passage through the sky.


HOMUNCULUS.
Let her go!-- Your cavalier,
once you set him on the ground,
will come promptly back to life,
since he seeks his Life in lands of myth.

FAUST (as he touches the earth). And where is She?

HOMUNCULUS.
That's something we don't know,
but, like as not, can here be learned by asking.

If you hurry while it still is dark
you can pursue the trail from flame to flame--
the man who dared approach the Mothers
will find no obstacles before him
.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
I have my interests here as well;
perhaps it would be best if we,
each singly, went from fire to fire
seeking adventures of our own.
And when it's time to reunite, our little friend
must let his lamp shine bright and resonate.


HOMUNCULUS.
This is the way it will flash and ring.

(The vial resounds and emits a strong light.)

Now off without delay to find new marvels!

FAUST (solus).
Where is she? That no longer needs be asked!
Although this may not be her native soil,
nor these the waves that touched her feet,
this is the air that spoke her tongue.

Here, by a miracle, in Greece!
I knew at once the land on which I stood;
as, when I slept, I gained new inspiration,
so now, when I stand here, Antaeus' strength is mine
.
However strange the things I may encounter,
I'll zealously explore this labyrinth of flame.


FAUST moves away from center stage.

MEPHISTOPHELES (investigating).
Wandering through these rather modest fires
I really feel I'm in a foreign land--
nakedness everywhere, with now and then a shift:
the Sphinxes shameless, Griffins unembarrassed,
all sorts of hairy or befeathered creatures
offering us both rear and frontal views.
At heart, of course, we also are indecent,
but classical antiquity, I find, is too realistic;
this kind of thing is handled best in modern fashion
by pasting leaves and such on various places.
A hideous lot!
Newcomer that I am, however,
I must be willing to address them nicely.--
My compliments, fair ladies! Sage graybeards, greetings!


GRIFFIN (with guttural r's).
Not graybeards! Griffins!-- no one likes to hear
himself called gray.
The sound of words reflects
the origins from which their sense derives;
gray, grieving, grumpy, gruesome, graves, and groaning,

that have one etymology,
all put us out of sorts.


MEPHISTOPHELES. More to the point is this:
in Griffin, gri is nicely honorific.

GRIFFIN (as before, and so henceforth).
Of course! There is one tried and true connection
that's often faulted, yet more often praised:
get a good grip on gold, a girl, a government,
and Lady Fortune seldom frowns.

GIANT ANTS.
You mention gold--we had amassed a great amount
and crammed it into secret crevises;
those Arimasps located it, and now they laugh,
knowing how far from here it's been transported.


GRIFFINS. Count on our getting an avowal from them.

ARIMASPS.12 But not tonight--this is a general holiday!
(Aside.) We'll get it all away before tomorrow,
and so this time our venture should succeed.

MEPHISTOPHELES (who has seated himself between the Sphinxes).
It's easy here to feel at home--
I understand these fellows, one and all, so well!


A SPHINX. We spirits whisper what we have to say,
and then you turn it into your own substance.

Your name will do until we know you better.

MEPHISTOPHELES. There's a belief that I have many names.
Are any British here? They're usually great travelers,
looking for battlefields and waterfalls,
dilapidated walls and dreary ancient sites;
this is an ideal place for them to visit.
My name's attested in their ancient drama,
where I appeared as Old Iniquity.


A SPHINX. And why that name?

MEPHISTOPHELES. I cannot even guess.

A SPHINX. Perhaps!-- Have you some knowledge of the stars?
What aspects would you say prevail right now?


MEPHISTOPHELES. (looking up).
Stars scoot across the sky, the waning moon is bright,
and, keeping warm beside your lion skin,
I feel quite snug and cozy here.
It doesn't pay to go beyond one's depth;
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so let's have riddles, or at least charades!

A SPHINX. Say what you are, and that will be a riddle.
Now try to solve your true identity:
"The pious and the wicked man each need you--
a breastplate for the first's ascetic fencing,
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a partner for the second's foolish actions,
and, as both, a source of Zeus' amusement."


FIRST GRIFFIN (gruffly). I can't abide him!

SECOND GRIFFIN (more gruffly). What can he want of us?

BOTH GRIFFINS. No one so nasty should be here!

MEPHISTOPHELES (brutally).
Perhaps you think your guest lacks nails 7140
that scratch as well as your sharp claws?
Try me and see!


A SPHINX (gently). No one will make you go away;
you'll be impelled, yourself, to leave us;
at home you feel yourself important,
but here, unless, I'm wrong, you're ill at ease. 7145

MEPHISTOPHELES. Above, you look quite appetizing;
the beast stretched out below is horrifying.


A SPHINX. You double-dealer, you will rue that bitterly--
our claws are in the best condition;?
you, with your shriveled horse's hoof,
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cannot get pleasure from our company.

SIRENS, above, play introductory notes on their harps.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
What are those birds, swaying back and forth,
on poplar boughs beside the river?


A SPHINX. Be on your guard! The best of men
have been the victims of their singing
. 7155

SIRENS. Why must you debase your taste
with what's ugly and fantastic!
Listen to us come as choirs
singing in well-tempered voices

music that is right for Sirens. 7160

SPHINXES (to the same tune, mocking them).
Force them to come down from there!
They are hiding in those branches
their repulsive, hawk-like claws

that are waiting to destroy you
if you heed their siren song.


SIRENS. Hence, all hate! All envy, hence!
Let us gather the pure essence
of joys everywhere abounding
and, on water or on land,

greet each welcome passer-by 7170
with inviting cheer and grace!


MEPHISTOPHELES. It is, I see, the latest fashion
that
throat and strings should be obliged
to interweave the sounds they make.
This trilling's wasted in my case;
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although it titillates my ears,
it does not penetrate my heart.


A SPHINX. Don't brag about your heart to us--
a shrunken leather pouch
would better match your face!
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FAUST (returning to center stage).
How strange that contemplation satisfies me thus--
even in ugliness there's strength and grandeur!
Transported by this solemn spectacle,
I sense already that the future is auspicious.


(He now refers successively to the SPHINXES, SIRENS, GIANT
ANTS, and GRIFFINS.)

Long ago Oedipus stood facing one of these; 7185
these saw Ulysses writhe in hempen cords;

these gathered stores of treasure never equalled,
of which these were the faithful guardians.
I feel sustained by new vitality--
the forms are grand, and grand what they recall.
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MEPHISTOPHELES.
Time was you'd have abominated shapes like these,
yet now you seem to thrive on them;
if one is looking for his lady-love,
even monsters, I see, are welcome.


FAUST (addressing the Sphinxes).
As females you can surely answer this: 7195
Has any one of you seen Helen?


A SPHINX. Our line died out before her time--
the last of us were slain by Hercules.
Chiron could give you information;
on this occasion he'll be galloping about,
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and if he'll stop and answer you, that's a good start.


SIRENS. You'll succeed somehow or other!...
When Ulysses graciously
stayed a while as guest with us,
he proved quite a story-teller;
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we will tell you all he told us
if you'll visit our domain
by the green Aegean's shores.

THE SPHINX. Don't be duped by them, your worship!
Ulysses had himself restrained by ropes--
let our good counsel serve you as restraint instead;
if you can find the noble Chiron,
you'll have the answer that I promised
.

FAUST withdraws from center stage.

MEPHISTOPHELES (ill-temperedly).
Now what is croaking past with beating wings,
this endless file that moves so fast
that it remains invisible?
They'd soon wear any hunter out!


THE SPHINX.
These creatures storming like swift winter winds,
that with his arrows Hercules himself
could barely hit, are the Stymphalian birds,
with feet of geese and beaks of vultures,
whose croaks are meant as friendly greeting.

They like to point out that they are our kin
whenever they are in our neighborhood.


MEPHISTOPHELES (as if intimidated).
But there's another hissing sound, as well.

THE SPHINX. It's nothing you need be afraid of!
Those are the heads of the Lernaean Hydra;
though severed from its trunk, they think they're still important.
But tell us, what's the matter now?
What is the meaning of these signs of restlessness?
Where are you heading? Well, go on your way!
It's the group over there that has, I see,
made you a wryneck. Do not be inhibited!

Go, compliment them on their pretty faces!
They are the Lamiae, refined cocottes
with smiling mouths and brazen eyes,
who are the satyrs' favorites;
your cloven hoof insures you'll have full freedom there.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
You'll still be here, I hope, should I return?

SPHINXES. Oh, yes. Go join your flighty rabble.
We, being of Egyptian origin,
do not mind sitting for millennia enthroned

and will, so long as we are not disturbed,
govern the lunar and the solar day.
Placed before the Pyramids,
as the nations' highest court,
we see flood, and war, and peace,
never changing our expressions.
[Exit MEPHISTOPHELES



The River God PENEUS, surrounded by TRIBUTARY STREAMS and NYMPHS.


PENEUS Stir and whisper, sedgy rushes,
ease my interrupted dreams!
7205
Sister-reeds, breathe gently, softly!
slender willow-bushes, murmur!
trembling poplar branches, rustle!--
An uncanny sound of thunder,
some mysterious general tremor,
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wakes me from my watery rest.


FAUST (advancing to the river's edge)
If my ears do not deceive me,
I can hear behind this screen
of interwoven boughs and bushes
sounds resembling human voices.
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It's as if the waters prattled
or the breezes played and jested.


NYMPHS (to FAUST).
You would do well
to lie down and rest;
here in our coolness
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fatigue does not last,
and you would enjoy
the peace that eludes you.
We lull and we murmur,
we whisper to you.
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FAUST.
This is not sleep! 0 may they never vanish,
these forms beyond compare
that I envision in a miracle
of all-pervasive feeling!
Can they be dreams? Or are they memories?--
I have already, once before, been so enchanted.

The quiet waters glide through cool
and gently stirring thickets,
and scarcely make the slightest murmur;
a hundred rills from every side
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converge in clear bright shallows
that form a perfect place for bathing.

Young women of unblemished beauty--
forms that, to delight the eye,
the mirroring wave reduplicates!
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Soon all are playing in the pool,
the timid wade, the bolder swim;
and then, to shouts, join water-battle.


These forms afford the eye such pleasure
that I should be content with them,
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but my senses still desire more.
And so I turn my probing gaze
towards the rich veil of leafy green
by which the noble queen is hidden
.

But how strange! Now swans come swimming,
all pure majesty of motion,
out of inlets and draw near.
They float gently side by side,
yet are proud and self-complacent
as they move their heads and bills.

One, however, bolder than the others
ahead of whom he quickly sails,
seems to swell his breast in pride;
with his plumes and feathers raised,
himself a wave on waving waters,
he pushes toward the sanctuary...


With shining plumage undisturbed,
the rest swim back and forth; they soon
engage in lively show of battle
and so divert the timid girls

that these think only of their safety
and forget their proper duties.

NYMPHS. Sisters, come and put an ear
to the river's green embankment--
I believe that what I hear
is the sound of horse's hoofs.

Who, I wonder, can have brought
urgent messages this night!

FAUST. It's as if the earth vibrated
with the sound of a horse in a hurry.
Look there!
Is some special good fortune
to be mine so soon?
This marvel is unique!
Upon a horse of dazzling whiteness
a rider is approaching at a trot;
he seems endowed with a courageous spirit.

There is no doubt! I know him now--
the famous son of Philyra!--
Halt, Chiron!
Stay! I need to talk to you...

CHIRON. What's this about?

FAUST. Slow down a bit!

CHIRON. I never pause.

FAUST. Then take me with you, please!

CHIRON. Mount! Once you're on my back there's time to ask
what way you want to go. You're standing on the shore;
I'm willing to transport you through the water.


FAUST (mounting).
Go anywhere you wish. I'll be forever grateful
to the great man and noble teacher
who, to his glory, reared a race of heroes:
the Argonauts, that splendid company,
and all the rest who helped create the poet's world.


CHIRON. Let's not pursue that further!
Pallas herself, as Mentor, doesn't do so well;
and, in the end, as if they'd not been taught,
men keep on doing what they please.

FAUST. I here and now embrace, in body and in spirit,
the doctor to whom every plant is known,
who understands the virtues of each root,
who heals the sick and eases painful wounds!


CHIRON. If at my side some hero suffered hurt,
I did know how to give assistance,
but finally surrendered all my skills
to priests and simple-gathering women.


FAUST. Yours is the greatness of the truly great,
who cannot bear a word of praise,
who modestly give precedence to others
and act as if they were quite ordinary.

CHIRON.
I think you have the skills to be a sycophant,
flatter both the ruler and the ruled.


FAUST. Yet surely you will not deny
that you did see your great contemporaries,
did emulate, in deed, the noblest of them,
lived out your days a never frivolous demigod.

But which of those heroic figures
did you consider worthiest?

CHIRON. Among the glorious Argonauts
each had his own particular merit
and could, according to the virtue he possessed,
do what was needed when the others lacked his skill.
Castor and Pollux always came out first
when looks and youthfulness were most important.
The happy talent of the Boreiads
was quick, decisive action for the sake of others.
As ruler, Jason, whom the ladies liked,
was wary, clever, firm, and easy to consult.
Next, Orpheus: a gentle, quiet, always prudent man
who, when he played his lyre, was mightiest of all.
Then keen-eyed Lynceus, who steered their sacred ship
past rocky shores by day and night...
Danger is best endured in company with o
thers:
what one achieves obtains the praise of all.

FAUST. And aren't you going to mention Hercules?

CHIRON. Ah, me! Do not arouse nostalgia!--
As yet I had not seen Apollo,
or Mars, or Hermes--all those gods--
when with these eyes I saw before me
what all men worship as divine.
He was born to be a king,
this youth magnificent to see,
though subject to his elder brother--
and to the charms of lovely ladies too.

Earth never will bring forth his like again,
nor Hebe raise a second Hercules to heaven.
In vain the lyre labors to evoke him,
in vain the sculptors martyr stone.


FAUST. They may take pride in how they have portrayed him,
but you have made his greatness far more vivid.
Now, having talked about the handsomest man,
say something too, about the greatest beauty.


CHIRON. It's meaningless to speak of women's beauty,
which far too often is mere lifeless show;
my praise I save for those who have
a buoyant, optimistic zest for life.
Beauty's blessing is its own existence;
add grace to it, and it becomes invincible--

like Helen when I carried her.

FAUST. You carried her?

CHIRON. Upon my back, of course.

FAUST. As if I weren't confused enough already--
and now the joy of sitting here!


CHIRON. She held on by my hair, just as you do.

FAUST. I'm now beside myself completely!
Please tell me all about it--
she is the one and only thing I want!
From where, to where, was it you carried her?

CHIRON.
It's easy to provide the answer to that question.
It happened when the Dioscuri
had freed their little sister from abductors' clutches.
The brigands, unaccustomed to defeat,
regained their courage and came storming in pursuit.
But then the marshes near Eleusis checked
the brothers' and their sister's speed;
Castor and Pollux waded--I paddled--across;

then she dismounted, stroked my dripping mane,
made flattering remarks, and, self-assured,
expressed her thanks with gracious gravity.
A charming child--though young, an old man's joy!


FAUST. And only ten years old!

CHIRON. Philologists, I see,
have led you, as they have themselves, astray.

A woman, in mythology, is an exception
whom poets introduce in any way they want:
she never comes of age or ever ages;
a form that always whets the appetite,
when young she is abducted, in age she still is courted--
in fine, poets ignore constraints of time.


FAUST. Then time shall not constrain her either!
Himself no longer in the realm of time,
Achilles made her his at Pherae. What rare bliss,
to win one's love by besting death and fate!
And shall not I, sustained by poignant longing,
endow this perfect form with life--
this timeless being, the true peer of gods,
tender but grand, august yet gracious too?
You saw her long ago, but I this very day--
the dream of beauty, charm, and loveliness.
My whole existence now is held in bondage,
and I shall die unless I make her mine.


CHIRON.
Strange man! In mortal realms you may just be exalted,
but in the spirit world the way you act seems madness.

Our meeting is a fortunate coincidence!
It is my custom once a year to pay,
for a few moments, my respects to Manto,

Aesculapius' daughter, who in silent prayer
implores her father, for his good name's sake,
to bring some light at last into physicians' minds
and so convert them from their reckless slaughter.
Of all the sibyl guild I like her best;
she doesn't writhe grotesquely, is really kind and helpful.
With healing herbs,
if you'll but stay a while,
she will, I have no doubt, cure you completely.


FAUST. I won't submit to any cure--my mind is sound--
since then I'd only be one abject creature more.


CHIRON.
Don't miss your chance! Consult this splendid source of help!
Be quick! Dismount! We're here already.


FAUST. What is this place to which, in awesome darkness,
you've carried me through gravel-bottomed streams?
Explain!

CHIRON. Between the Peneus, on our right, and on our left,
Olympus, Rome confronted Greece, whose realm,
the greater, only stops where desert sands begin;
the king must flee, the consul is triumphant.--

Look up! Here is, propitiously at hand
and bathed in moonlight, the eternal temple.


MANTO (within the Temple, dreaming).
In sacred precincts,
hark! horse's hoofs are heard
as demigods approach.


CHIRON. How true!
Open your eyes and look!

MANTO (walking). Welcome! I see I'm not forgotten.

CHIRON. And you're still living in your temple!

MANTO. You haven't tired of your gadding?

CHIRON. You may enjoy your peaceful quiet,
but I prefer to move about
.

MANTO. I let time move while I stay here.--
And who is this?

CHIRON. One whom the turbulence
of this notorious Night has brought our way.
He is resolved--his wits are crazed--
to make fair Helen his, although he doesn't have
the least idea of how and where to start.
A special case for Aesculapian treatment!


MANTO. I love the man who wants what cannot be.

(CHIRON is by now disappearing in the distance.)

Enter, bold spirit! Joy shall be yours!
This tunnel takes us to Persephone,
who in Olympus' hollow base
welcomes forbidden pleas in secret audience.

Here I once smuggled Orpheus in--
use your chance better! Hurry! Have no fears!
[Exeunt, descending



SIRENS, as before on the banks of the Upper Peneus.


SIRENS. Plunge into Peneus' stream!
That's the place to float and splash
while we entertain with song
these unhappy creatures here.--
Without water nothing prospers!
Let us hurry, one and all,
down to the Aegean Sea--
there abundant joys await us.


(Violent earthquake-tremors.)

Seething waves reverse their course,
overflow their river bed--
ground that shakes, obstructed water,
fumes from clefts in graveled shores.

Let us flee! Come, one and all--
this prodigy bodes only ill!
Come as honored merry guests
to a cheerful entertainment

where the gleaming sea swells gently,
where waves softly wash the shore,
and where Luna, twofold shining,
bathes us in her sacred dew!
There, life's uninhibited;

here, you live in fear of tremors;
if you're prudent, quick, away!
All is horror hereabouts.


SEISMOS (below, making rattling and rumbling noises)
One more mighty shove is needed,
one good heave of these strong shoulders!
That's the way to reach the surface,
where no one will challenge us.


SPHINXES. What discomfortable tremors!
What a nasty, dreadful rumbling!
How things start to sway and shake,
jolted as they oscillate!
What on earth could be more vexing!
Nonetheless, we will not budge,
even though all hell break loose.


Now, amazingly, a dome
is emerging from the ground.
This is he who, long-since grizzled,

raised for an expectant mother
from the sea the isle of Delos,
building it amid the waters.
See him strain and push and press,
bend his back and tense his arms
in a stance like that of Atlas,
as
he lifts the turf and soil,
ripping from these quiet shores
pebbles, gravel, sand, and clay,
and divides this placid valley
with a gash that mars its mantle.
With sustained, tremendous effort
this colossal caryatid,
buried still up to his chest,
holds aloft a great stone structure.

But there'll be no more disruption:
we've elected to stay here.


SEISMOS. I did all this with no assistance,
as people will someday acknowledge;
and if it were not for my shakes and jolts,
how would this world be such a thing of beauty?--
How could your mountains stand majestic
in azure skies' translucent splendor
had I not shoved them there for you
to see with picturesque delight?
When, in the flush of youth, I tried my strength
under august parental eyes--
as Night and Chaos watched--
and, with the Titans as companions,
played ball with Pelion and Ossa,
we tired at last of our mad game and set
both mountains on Parnassus as a two-peaked cap...

Apollo finds it pleasant to stay there
attended by the godlike Muses.
For Jove himself, and for his thunderbolts,
I thus raised high a lofty seat.
Now, too, with superhuman straining,
I've pushed up out of my abyss
and loudly summon to a new existence
all who would gladly settle here.


SPHINXES. We'd have called this rock primeval
which here rises like a castle,
had we not with our own eyes
seen it struggle from the ground.
As stones continue pressing into place,
forest and undergrowth spread up its sides;
but that is no concern to Sphinxes:

where we reside is sacrosanct.

GRIFFINS. I see flakes and threads of gold
glittering in crevices.
Get to work, you Ants, and mine them,

lest someone cheat you of this treasure!

GIANT ANTS (in chorus).
As soon as the Titans
have finished their mountain,
scurry on up
as fast as you can!
Then in and out quick!
Every crumb
you can find in these cracks
will have worth.

Hasten along
and don't overlook
the least little bit,
wherever it's hiding.
Be as busy as bees,
keep swarming away;
take only the gold,
leave the rest of the mountain!


GRIFFINS. Bring the gold here! Quick, make a pile,
and we will guard it with our claws;
no better bolts were ever made
for keeping any treasure safe.


PYGMIES. Here we are, installed already,
though we don't know by what logic.
Don't inquire where we've come from,
all that matters is: we're here!
Every country can provide
places where one dwells with pleasure;
if a rock displays a fissure,
dwarfs are certain to be there.
Male and female, eager workers,
model husbands, model wives--
who can say if that's the way
it was once in Paradise?

Here we're perfectly contented
and can thank our lucky star;
Mother Earth is always fruitful
anywhere you choose to go.


DACTYLS. If She could generate
those Pygmies in a single night,
She can produce us mites as well,
who too will form couples.


PYGMY ELDERS.
Hurry and settle
where there is space!
Start work at once,
haste is our strength!
While there's still peace,
get your forge built;
furnish our troops
with armor and weapons.
All you Ants busily
running about,
bring us the ore!
As for you Dactyls, tiny but many,
let your task be
fetching us wood!
Burn it in layers,
carefully covered--
furnish us charcoal!


PYGMY GENERALISSIMO.
Off to war bravely
with bow and arrow!

Shoot me those herons
there by the pond
where in their arrogance
thousands are nesting--
all in one volley,
sparing not one--
so we can wear
helmets with plumes.


ANTS and DACTYLS.
Is there no help for us?
We get the iron,
they forge our chains.
It is too soon yet
to make our escape--
meanwhile, comply!


THE CRANES OF IBYCUS.
Murderous shouts and dying moans,
flap of wings that beat in terror!
Even we, high in the sky,
hear the sound of painful groaning.
Now the victims all are dead,
red the waters with their blood.
Avarice in monstrous guise
takes the herons' crowning glory--
see it flutter on the helmets
of the fat-paunched-bow-legged villains!
Allies of our air-borne army
who too cross seas in serried ranks,
join us in a cause of vengeance
that affects near relatives!
Let us make a vital effort!
Swear to hate this scum forever!



Trumpeting, the CRANES disperse in the air.


Enter MEPHISTOPHELES on the plain before Seismos' mountain.

MEPHISTOPHELES. I had no trouble handling Northern witches,
but these strange phantoms leave me ill at ease.
The Brocken's so conveniently laid out,
and anywhere you are there's company.
Dame Ilse, on her Stone, acts as our lookout,
and on his Peak our Heinrich never sleeps.
Elend may hear the snores of Schnarcher now and then,
but things don't change from one age to the next.
Here, though, who can be sure of where he is,
or if the ground won't burst beneath his feet? .. .
I take a pleasant stroll along a level valley,
and all at once, behind my back, up pops a mountain--
the name may be too grandiose, but still
it's high enough to separate me from
my Sphinxes--and attracts from up the valley
flames that dart about to view this novelty. . . .
My lovely ladies still flit roguishly along,
`luring me toward them, then eluding me.
Now easy does it! One who has a taste for sweets
will grab at them in any circumstances:


LAMIAE (letting MEPHISTOPHELES pursue them).
Faster and faster,
no standing still!
Slow down again
for a bit of chatter!
It's quite a lark
to make this rake
pay so severely
for chasing us.

With such stiff feet
he only can hobble
and stumble along;
we keep escaping
while he pursues us,
dragging that leg.


MEPHISTOPHELES (stopping).
Men's lot is cursed! From Adam down
they've always been led on and gulled!
We all grow older, but who's any wiser?
As if I hadn't had enough infatuations!--

Their tight-laced waists and painted faces tell us
that these are absolutely worthless creatures.
In what they offer there is nothing healthy;
touch any part of them, it will prove rotten.
We know and see what's all too palpable,
but if the trollops pipe, we dance!


LAMIAE (stopping).
Stand still--he's having second thoughts, is pausing, stopping!
To the attack, or he will get away!


MEPHISTOPHELES (advancing).
Forward! Don't be a fool and let yourself
be tangled in a web of doubts;
if witches such as these did not exist,
who the devil would want to be a devil!


LAMIAE (in their most captivating manner).
Let's parade around this brave Lothario!
Certainly his heart will tell him
which of us inspires his devotion.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
I'll concede that by dim light
you apparently are pretty,
so I won't speak ill of you.


EMPUSA (pushing into the circle of LAMIAE).
Nor of me, I hope! I'm one of you--
let me join this circle too!

LAMIAE. She's always the unwanted extra
who only spoils the game for us.

EMPUSA (to MEPHISTOPHELES).
Your little cousin with an ass's foot,
your dear Empusa, welcomes you;
you merely have a horse's hoof,

but welcome, cousin, just the same!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
I thought that here there'd just be strangers,
and find, alas! close relatives;
it's an old, familiar story:
from Harz to Hellas, always cousins!

EMPUSA. My talent is deciding quickly
which of my many shapes to choose;
tonight I thought I'd honor you
by putting on my ass's head.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I note that family feeling means
a great deal to the people here;
regardless of the consequences, though,
I'd like to disavow the ass's head.


LAMIAE. Ignore the nasty thing! She puts to rout
all thoughts of beauty and delight;
and when there's beauty and delight,
if she appears, it's gone at once.


MEPHISTOPHELES
These other cousins, delicate and dainty,
awaken my suspicions too;
beneath their rosy cheeks, I fear,
there may be lurking metamorphoses.


LAMIAE. Find out by trying! There is lots of choice. 7760
Take your pick! And if you're the lucky kind
you'll grab the winning ticket.
Why harp so much upon your eagerness?
For all your swaggering and boasting
you are a pitiful gallant.--
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At last he's venturing to join us;
remove your masks when your turn comes
and show him what you really are.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I've chosen her who's prettiest.
(Clasping her.) Alas! A desiccated broomstick! 7770
(Seizing another.) And what is this?...An awful face!

LAMIAE. Do not pretend you merit something better!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
That one's petite--I'd like to make a deal with her...
a lizard's slipping from my hands,
her slippery braids feel like a snake.
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I'll grab, instead, this tall one then.
and find I hold an ivied thyrsus
and that her head is its pine cone.
How will this end?...Here's one who's stout--
perhaps she will afford more solace.
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One last attempt! I'll take the risk!
She's quite gelatinous, just what
an Oriental pays high prices for...
but, sad to say, the puffball bursts!


LAMIAE. Now separate and hover in the air! 7785
At lightning speed, in sable flight
surround, o bats, on silent wings
this uninvited witch's son
with baffling, horrifying circles--

he'll still be getting off too cheaply!

MEPHISTOPHELES (shaking himself).
I'm not much wiser than before, it seems;
the world's as crazy here as back up North;
ghosts in both places are eccentric,
people and poets equally absurd.
A masquerade proves here, as everywhere,
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to be but show that entertains the senses.
I've tried to catch some masks that looked quite charming,
but what I touched gave me the willies--
I'd really like to be deluded
if the illusion only lasted longer.


(He loses his way in the rubble.)

Where am I now? Where does this lead?
What was a path is now a wilderness,
I came this way on even roads,
and now am faced by piles of rubble.
This climbing up and down is futile;
where will I find my Sphinxes now?
I never would have thought that things could be so crazy:
a mountain such as this produced in just one night!

Here witches really ride in style,
they bring their own Blocksberg along.

AN OREAD (from a cliff of pre--seismic rock).
Come, climb up here! My mountain's old
and still retains its primal shape.
On rugged trail pay Pindus homage,
that has its furthest outcrops here!
As now, I had long stood unshaken
when Pompey fled across this ridge.
The mock--formation over there is an illusion,
and it will disappear at cockcrow.
I often see such fantasies created,
then see them vanish suddenly again.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
All honor to a venerable head
whose lofty crown of mighty oaks
does not allow the brightest moonlight
to penetrate the darkness of your leaves.
But there, beside the underbrush,
an unpretentious light is moving.

How nicely things work out--
it is indeed Homunculus!
Where have you been, my little friend!


HOMUNCULUS.
Oh, I keep floating on from place to place
and, eager to destroy this vial,
am hoping to achieve existence properly;
but nothing I have seen as yet
encourages me to become a part of it.

I'll tell you this in confidence, however:
I'm on the trail of two philosophers
who, when I overheard them, were discussing Nature.
I want to stick by them, since they
are bound to know what real existence is,

and in the end I'll surely learn
the wisest course for me to follow.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
But make your own decision, inasmuch
as anywhere that spectres have a say
they welcome the philosopher;
to please the public with his skill,
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he soon creates a dozen new ones.
You'll never learn unless you make mistakes.
If you want to exist, do so on your own!


HOMUNCULUS. Still, good advice is not to be disdained.

MEPHISTOPHELES Farewell, then! Let us see what happens.

[They separate.]

ANAXAGORAS (entering, to THALES).
Your stubbornness makes no concessions;
are still more reasons needed to convince you?


THALES. The waves respond to every whim of air,
but stay away from rugged rocks like this
.

ANAXAGORAS. That cliff is here because of fire--vapors. 7855

THALES. All living things evolved in water.

HOMUNCULUS (hovering between them).
Please let me come along beside you--
I'm eager to evolve myself!


ANAXAGORAS. Did you, o Thales, in a single night
ever produce from mud a mountain such as this?
7860

THALES. Nature, and Nature's living fluxes,
have never counted days and nights and hours.
She fashions forms according to set rules,
and even when they're huge, there is no violence.


ANAXAGORAS. This time there was! A fierce Plutonic fire, 7865
tremendous outbursts of Aeolian gas,
broke through the ancient level crust of earth,
creating instantly a recent mountain.


THALES. But is this part of any lasting process?
Your mountain's there, so let it be.
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This controversy is a waste of time,
and only bores a patient audience.


ANAXAGORAS. The mountain teems with Myrmidons,
who've promptly occupied its crevices--
Pygmies and Ants and Dactyls
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and other busy little things.

(To HOMUNCULUS.) Your aspirations have been modest,
you've lived in hermit--like confinement;
if you believe you'd like authority,
I'll have you crowned their king.
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HOMUNCULUS. What does my Thales say?

THALES. I would advise against it;
A little world produces petty deeds,
great men inspire lesser ones to grandeur.
But look! See that black cloud of cranes!
They are a menace to the frightened people,
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a threat to any future king.
With lance--like beaks and taloned claws
they fall upon their tiny victims;
these are the lightning flashes of impending doom!
As they stood peacefully beside the quiet pond
the herons suffered ruthless slaughter;
it is that rain of murderous arrows,
now harvested as cruel and bloody vengeance,
which first incited their close kin
to wrath against the wicked Pygmy race.
What use are helmets, shields, and spears,
how do their heron--feathers help those dwarfs?
While Ant and Dactyl soon find cover,
their army wavers, flees, is crushed.


ANAXAGORAS (after a pause, solemnly).
Till now I've praised the subterranean powers,
but what's befallen makes me turn to one above...
0 you on high who, never aging,
assume three shapes and bear three names,
I beg relief of the distress my people suffer,

Diana, Luna, Hekate!
You who exalt us with profundity of thought,
who seem so calm, yet have such strength of feeling,
unseal your dread abyss of darkness
and, though you hear no charm, reveal your ancient might!

(Pause.) Have I been rashly heeded?
Has my appeal
to higher beings
caused Nature's laws to be suspended?
Now growing larger every moment,
the disc that is the goddess' throne approaches,
a dread and awesome spectacle
as its flames darken and turn red!...
Come, mighty sphere, no closer with your threats,
or you'll destroy the land, the sea, and us!
Then it is true that women once in Thessaly,
placing their trust in sacrilegious magic,
by incantation drew you from your orbit
and wrested from you direst powers?...

Darkness has shrouded the bright disc, which suddenly
explodes and flares and showers sparks!
What din, what sounds of hissing,
of thunder heightened by the roar of wind!

Humbly I fall before your throne--
forgive me who have caused all this!
He throws himself prostrate.


THALES. The things this man could hear and see!
I'm not quite certain what has happened,
yet my perception of it is not his.
These hours are mad, on that we can agree,
but Luna still is resting cozily
in the same spot she was before.


HOMUNCULUS. Look at the place the Pygmies occupied--
the peak was rounded, now it's pointed!
I felt a terrible collision,
the impact of the rock that fell out of the moon
and instantly, with no respect of persons,
crushed friend and foe to death.
I can't, however, deprecate creative forces
that in the course of just one night
produced from nether and from upper regions
the mountain we see here erected.


THALES. Don't get worked up! That was but make--believe!
Good riddance to those nasty creatures;
it's lucky that you weren't their king!
Now to the sea, and to a pleasant celebration
that welcomes eagerly strange guests like you! [Exeunt.

MEPHISTOPHELES (climbing the other side of Seismos' mountain).
Here I am forced to struggle through steep crevices
and stubborn roots of ancient oaks!
Back in the Harz the resin has a hearty smell,
with a soupcon of pitch--which, after brimstone,
is my favorite scent.-- But here, among these Greeks,
7955
you hardly get a whiff of it;
I wouldn't mind discovering, though,
what fuel they use to keep their hell--fires going.


A DRYAD. You may be smart enough at home;
abroad, you lack a certain pliability.
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You ought to take your mind off your own country
and pay these sacred oaks the homage owed them here.


MEPHISTOPHELES. You can't forget what you have left behind;
what we were used to still is Paradise
.
But tell me, what's the triple shape which crouches 7965
there in that dimly lighted cave?


DRYAD. The Phorcides! Approach them if you dare,
address them if you're not dismayed.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Why not?-- What I now see astounds me!
Although it hurts my pride, I must confess
7970
that I have never seen such creatures--

they're worse by far than mandrakes.
Can one who sees this monstrous trinity
still find the vilest forms of sin
in any way repulsive?
We wouldn't even let them stand beside the door
of the most dreadful of our hells.
When such things flourish in this Land of Beauty,
They're glorified as Classical.--
Stirring, they seem to sense my presence;
their peeps and squeaks are those of vampire bats.


A PHORKYAD.
Sisters, give me our eye, so that it may inquire
who dares to come so close to where our temples are.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Venerable ladies! Allow me to approach
and be thrice blessed by you.

I know I call as one who is as yet a stranger,
but if I'm not mistaken, I'm some kind of cousin.
I've seen the oldest gods that mankind venerates,
have paid obeisance to both Ops and Rhea;
just yesterday--perhaps it is now the day before--I saw
the Fates, who are both your and Chaos' sisters;
but never did I see your peers.
I have no more to say, but my delight is great.


PHORCIDES. This seems to be a spirit with some sense.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Still, I'm surprised no poets sing your praises.
And tell me how it is I've never seen
such worthy subjects treated by an artist?
The chisel ought to strive to do you justice,
not Juno, Pallas, Venus, and their ilk!


PHORCIDES.
Engulfed in solitude and silent darkness,
we three have never thought about such things.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
In any case, how could you, isolated here
where you see no one and no one sees you?
You'd need to live in some great town
where art and ostentation occupy one throne,
where on the double, every day, a marble block
enters this life in some heroic guise,
where...


PHORCIDES.
Hold your peace! Don't make us covet glory!
If we learned more, what good would it do us,
born here in darkness, kin to all that is nocturnal,
known hardly to ourselves, to others not at all?


MEPHISTOPHELES.
It wouldn't matter in your case, I see,
if you transferred to others your identities.
A single eye and tooth do for the three of you,
and so, with mythological propriety,
you might combine your triple essence in two persons
briefly, and lend the likeness of the third
to me.


A PHORKYAD. How does this strike you? Would it work?

THE OTHER PHORCIDES.
Let's test it, but retaining eye and tooth!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
You've just subtracted the best items: 8020
how can there be, without them, authenticity?


A PHORKYAD. You only have to close one eye
and let but one incisor show;
in profile then you will at once possess
a perfect sibling--likeness to us.
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MEPHISTOPHELES. I'm flattered! But so be it!

PHORCIDES. Be it so!

MEPHISTOPHELES (in profile, as PHORKYAS). I stand
before you now as Chaos' well--loved son!


PHORCIDES. There's no denying we're his daughters.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Then I, o shame! will now be called hermaphroditic.

PHORCIDES. How beautiful is our new trinity: 8030
we sisters have a second eye and tooth
!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Since I must hide from public view,
I'll go and scare the devils down in hell.
[Exit.



ROCKY INLETS OF THE AEGEAN SEA


The moon is at the zenith, where it remains.
SIRENS, couched on rocks about the stage, are
fluting and singing.



SIRENS. Even though Thessalian witches
sometimes have on nights of horror
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drawn you down to serve their crimes,
look from your nocturnal sky
tranquilly on waves that ripple
with the gentlest iridescence;
shed your light on the commotion
8040
now arising from these waters!
We are ever--faithful servants--
lovely Luna, hear our prayer!


NEREIDS and TRITONS (as sea--monsters).
Let your clarion tones be clearer,
make the whole sea resonate,
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summon all who dwell below!
to the depths and niter quiet;
your sweet songs have drawn us back.


See how we, to our delight, 8050
deck ourselves in chains of gold,
adding to our crowns and jewels
matching clasp and gem--set buckle,
all of which we owe to you!
Guardian spirits of our bay, 805
by your singing you have brought us
treasures lost in shipwrecks here.

SIRENS. We are well aware that fish
like to live in ocean coolness,
gliding carefree back and forth. 806
Still, tonight, when all of you
are in such a festive spirit,
we would like to have you show us
that you're something more than fishes.

NEREIDS and TRITONS.
Prior to our coming here
we'd made up our minds to do so. 806
Sisters! brothers! let's be off!--
we won't have to travel far
to provide convincing proof
that we're something more than fishes. [They withdraw

SIRENS. They're off in a trice 807
on a straight course for Samothrace;
they disappear, sped by the wind.
What can they be intending to do
there where the great Cabin rule?
Those deities are most peculiar: 807
they're constantly self--generating,
but can't discover who they are.
Gracious Luna, hear our prayer,
do not move from there on high,
lest the darkness disappear 808
and the daylight banish us!

Enter THALES, arriving at the shore with HOMUNCULUS.

THALES. I'd like to take you to old Nereus,
whose cave, in fact, is close at hand,
but he's a very stubborn person,
peevish and uncooperative; 808
nothing that mankind ever does
will please this grouchy fellow.
But he can look into the future,
and so enjoys all men's respect,
and honor as a seer and pundit;
he often has provided helpful counsel, too.

HOMUNCULUS. Let's take a chance! I'll give his door a knock--
that cannot hurt my vial or flame.

NEREUS. Does sound of human voices reach my ear?
What sudden fury fills my heart with rage!
Those creatures--striving to be peers of gods,
yet doomed never to change one bit!
When I got old, I'd earned celestial leisure,
yet I still felt impelled to give the best some help;
but when I saw what, finally, they did,
it was as if I'd given no advice at all.

THALES. And yet, Sea--Ancient, you're the one we trust.
You are the sage, so don't send us away!
Regard this flame--although it may look human
it will follow your advice implicitly.

NEREUS. Advice! Have people ever heeded it?
A stubborn ear is deaf to any wisdom.
However often acts bring bitter self--reproach,
mankind remains as self--willed as before.
Paternal admonition--I gave Paris plenty
before he got entangled with that foreign hussy!
He stood undaunted on the coast of Greece,
and I told him what my mind's eye saw:
smoke filling air deluged with red,
slaughter and death beneath the glowing rafters--
Troy's judgment day, held fast in rhythmic lines,
known for its horror to all succeeding time!
The shameless youth laughed at an old man's words,
heeded his own desires, and Ilium fell--
a giant corpse, its restless agony now over,
a welcome feast for Pindus' eagles.
Ulysses, too! Did I not prophesy to him
the wiles of Circe, the dreadful Cyclopes,
his dilatoriness, theirashness of his men,
and much more tool Did that help him
before, much buffeted and rather late,
kind currents brought him to hospitable shores?
THALES. Behavior of that sort may vex the sage,
but a good man will try once more;
an ounce of thanks will far outweigh
tons of ingratitude and make him truly happy.
The advice we beg is urgent for this boy:
How can he best achieve a real existence?

NEREUS. Don't ruin what I rarely have, a happy mood
Now I'm preoccupied with very different matters.
I've summoned all my daughters here today,
the Graces of the sea, whom Doris gave me.
Neither Olympus nor this earth of yours contains
beauty that moves with equal ease.
They leap with utter grace of motion
from water--dragon onto Neptune's horses,
united with their element so perfectly
that by its foam they seem to be raised higher still.
Borne in the opal glow of Venus' conch,
now Galatea comes, the fairest of them all
she who, since Cypria rejected us,
even in Paphos is worshipped as divine
and, as her lovely heiress, long has held
her templed city and sea--chariot throne.
Be gone! This hour of paternal bliss forbids
hate in my heart or anger on my lips.
Away to Proteus, the man of magic powers--
ask him how life's achieved, how one can change his form!

He moves from center stage toward the sea.

THALES. We haven't gained a thing by this maneuver
since Proteus, when he's found, will promptly melt away;
and even if he answers, what he says
only leaves you astonished and perplexed.
Still, his kind of advice is what you need,
so let's go on and have a try with him!

SIRENS (above, on the rocks).
What is it we see gliding
across far--distant billows?
They are transfigured sea--nymphs
who gleam with all the brightness
of sails whose whiteness flutters
before the shifting breezes.
You can now hear their voices,
so let's descend and greet them.

NEREIDS and TRITONS.
What we now bear in triumph
should satisfy you fully:
r Chelone's giant buckler,
austere but glorious figures--
the latter deities
whose praises you must sing.

SIRENS. Gods small in size
but great in power,
anciently worshipped
as saviors of sailors.

NEREIDS and TRITONS.
Cabiri give assurance
our fete won't be disrupted,
for in their sacred presence
Poseidon's never hostile.

SIRENS. We grant you precedence,
for when ships are wrecked
you are omnipotent protecting their crews. 8185

NEREIDS and TRITONS.
We've brought along three of them,
but the fourth wouldn't come;
he claimed that he was the one
who did the others' thinking.

SIRENS.
A god may ridicule 8190
another god; you must
respect all gods, must fear
the harm that they might do.

NEREIDS and TRITONS.
There really are seven Cabiri.

SIRENS. And where are the other three? 8195

NEREIDS and TRITONS.
That's something we don't know;
ask on Olympus where,
unknown to anyone,
an eighth may well be living,
and where, though stay--at--homes, 8200
they'd graciously receive us.

Idiosyncratic gods,
they aspire ceaselessly,
burning with nostalgic hunger
for the Unattainable
8205

SIRENS.
The prayers we raise to sun and moon
reach all the gods,
and we are well repaid.


NEREIDS and TRITONS.
How it redounds to our great glory
that we inaugurate this pageant!


SIRENS.

Antiquity's heroes
come short of your glory,
great though theirs be;
although they won the Golden Fleece,
you've won the Cabiri.


NEREIDS, TRITONS, and SIRENS.
Although they won the Golden Fleece, 8215
[We've/You've} won the Cabiri!


The NEREIDS and TRITONS proceed out of view.

HOMUNCULUS. These ugly figures look to me
like simple earthen pitchers;
today savants trip over them
and break their empty noddles.


THALES. This sort of thing is much sought after;
the patina enhances the coin's worth.


PROTEUS (concealed).
As fabulist I find all this amusing:
the odder something is, the sooner it gains credence!


THALES. Where are you, Proteus?

PROTEUS (ventriloquizing so that his voice first
sounds close by, then distant
). Here! And here!

THALES. I'll pardon an old joke if you
will spare a friend this pointless talk.
I know you're not where your voice is.


PROTEUS (as if distant). Farewell!

THALES (aside to HOMUNCULUS):
He's very near. Quick, flash your lamp!
He's as inquisitive as any fish,
and in whatever guise he's lurking
he'll be attracted by a fire.


HOMUNCULUS.
I will release a flood of light at once,
but not so much that it will crack the glass.


PROTEUS (in the form of a giant turtle).
What's this which shines so prettily?

THALES (covering HOMUNCULUS).
That's better! If you wish, you'll get a closer look;
don't mind the bit of effort it will cost you--
you simply must appear on two good human feet.
Whoever wants to see what we are hiding,
may do so only if we grant permission.

PROTEUS (as a stately human figure).
You haven't lost your knack for clever tricks.

THALES. And you still like to change your shape.

THALES uncovers

HOMUNCULUS. PROTEUS (with astonishment).
A dwarf emitting light! A novel sight!

THALES. He wants advice on how he should develop.
He came, as I have heard him tell,
into this world quite strangely, only half complete.
He's well supplied with mental faculties,
but sorely lacks substantial attributes.
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So far he weighs no more than does his vial,
but hopes that he may soon obtain a body.


PROTEUS. Yours was a true parthenic birth,
for you exist before you ought to.


THALES (aside).
Unless I err, there is another problem; 8255
he seems to be hermaphroditic.

PROTEUS. That only makes success more likely;
however he ends up, all will go well.--
There is no need for long deliberations:

you must begin out in the open sea. 8260
That's where you start on a small scale,
glad to ingest the smallest creatures;
little by little you'll increase in size
and put yourself in shape for loftier achievements.


HOMUNCULUS. The breezes are so gentle here, 8265
I like the way the air smells fresh and green!


PROTEUS. I well believe that, darling child!
Further along it gets to be more pleasant still,
and on that narrow reach of sand
the air has qualities which words cannot describe;
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out on its tip we'll have a close-up view

of the marine procession now approaching.
Come with me there!


THALES. I too will come.

HOMUNCULUS. Three spirits keeping step! Extraordinary!

TELCHINES OF RHODES appear on sea-horses and sea-dragons;
they bear Neptune's trident.


TELCHINES (in chorus).
We forged for Poseidon the trident he uses 8275
whenever he quiets tumultuous seas.
If thundering Zeus deploys heavy clouds,
Poseidon then counters their horrible rumbling;
although jagged lightning may strike from above,
great volleys of waves will be sprayed from below;
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whatever, between them long hurled back and forth,
has struggled in terror, the Deep then devours.
Tonight he's entrusted his scepter to us,
and so we float past you, carefree and festive.


SIRENS. Hail to you who serve Apollo, 8285
happy devotees of Light!
Welcome, as the hour inspires
adoration of Diana!


TELCHINES. 0 loveliest goddess of all in the sky,
who hear with delight any praise of your brother,
8290
you always have graciously listened to Rhodes,
which joyously sings endless praises to him.

Beginning day's journey, and ending it too,
he gazes upon us with eyes flashing fire.
Our mountains and cities, our waters and shores,
are lovely and bright, and stand high in his favor.
No fog hovers near us, but if it creeps in,
a sunbeam and breeze make our island's air clear.
In hundreds of forms the god sees himself there,
as colossus august, as ephebus indulgent

Before us no people had ever depicted
the might of the gods in a pure human form.


PROTEUS. Pay no attention to their boasting!
In the sun's sacred, living rays
all lifeless works seem futile jests.
These creatures sculpt and smelt, by nothing daunted,
and when their work is cast in bronze
they think it's something highly special.
What is the upshot of their pride?
They raised the lofty statues of their gods;
one earthquake then destroyed them all,
and they've long since been melted down.

Terrestrial life in any form
is nothing but perpetual grief;
water is more propitious to existence;
as dolphin, I will bear you now
to the eternal sea.


(He turns into a dolphin.)

That change was quick!
There you can count on meeting no ill-fortune;

I'll carry you upon my back
and give you in marriage to the ocean.


THALES.
Accede to this commendable request
and start your life at life's beginning!
And be prepared for rapid changes,
for
you'll evolve according to eternal norms
changing your shape uncounted times,
with lots of time before you must be human.


HOMUNCULUS mounts DOLPHIN-PROTEUS.

PROTEUS. Come, still a spirit, with me to the open waters
where, as a living being, you'll be free
to move in all dimensions and directions;

just don't aspire to the higher classes,
for once you have become a human being
you've reached the end of everything.


THALES.
That's as may be; it's also good, I think,
when one's time comes, to be a proper man.

PROTEUS (to THALES).
You mean one like yourself, no doubt!
Your sort does last a certain length of time-

I have been seeing you for many centuries
in circles rife with pallid spirits.


SIRENS (on the rocks).
See the little clouds now forming
that great ring around the moon!
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They are doves, by love inspired,
borne on wings of dazzling whiteness;
Paphos has dispatched them here,
all its ardent feathered hosts.
Now our festival is perfect,
8345
our delight now unalloyed!


NEREUS (joining THALES).
A nocturnal traveler may
call that ring mere play of light,
but we spirits have another,
and the only proper, theory:
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they are doves, and they escort
Galatea's sea-borne conch,
flying in a rare formation
wondrous taught them long ago.


THALES.
I can but approve a theory 8355
that affords this good man pleasure,
and sustains a quiet faith
in the warmth of human hearts.


PSYLLI and MARSI appear on sea-bulls, sea-heifers, and sea-rams).

PSYLLI and MARSI (in chorus).
In Cyprus' deep and rugged caverns,
not buried under Neptune's jetsam,
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unshaken by the force of Seismos,
forever fanned by gentle breezes,
and still enjoying peace and quiet
as in the earliest of times:
we guard the chariot of Venus
8365
and bring in the murmuring darkness
on waves intertwining and graceful,

unseen by today's generation,
this fairest of daughters to join you.
Quietly busy, we have no fear
8370
of Eagle or of Winged Lion,
of Cross or of Crescent, and do not care
who lives and rules above
with what ado and in which ways,
or how they're killed or driven out
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with fields destroyed and cities sacked.
We bring to you, as we always shall,
the loveliest mistress ever served.


SIRENS. Light of motion, not too hasty,
with her conch inside your circles,
now in intertwining lines,
now in rows and serpentine,
agile Nereids, draw near,
sturdy women, sweet though wild!

bring, o Doris' tender daughters!
Galatea, your mother's counterfeit:
earnest and godlike in mien,
rightly granted life eternal,
yet, like lovely mortal women,
graceful, charming, and alluring.


NEREIDS (on dolphins, passing NEREUS; in chorus).
Luna, half-light will suffice us;
shed on these fine youths your brilliance!
Hoping for paternal blessing,
we have brought dear husbands here.
(To NEREUS.) These are lads whom we have snatched
from the breakers' fearful maws;
in warm beds of sedge and moss
now restored to life and light,
they are eager to reward us
with their grateful, fervent kisses.
Don't rebuff these sweet young men!


NEREUS.
To profit twice from one transaction's splendid:
you practice charity, and have the joys of love.


NEREIDS. Since you praise what we have done
and approve our being happy, let us hold them fast forever
on our young, immortal breasts!


NEREUS.
Although you may enjoy your pretty catch
and make good husbands of these youths,
I cannot grant what Zeus alone
possesses power to bestow.

The waves, that rock you in their cradle,
allow no love to last forever;
so, when affection's spell has ended,
tenderly put them back on land.


NEREIDS. Although, dear boys,
we're fond of you,
in sadness we must leave you;
we wanted an undying love,
but heaven won't allow it.


THE SAILOR. We worthy lads would not object
to more such kindly treatment;
we've never had so good a life,
and ask for nothing better.

GALATEA approaches on her conch.

NEREUS. My dearest, you're here!

GALATEA. What happiness, father!
Linger, my dolphins--I'm held by his look!


NEREUS. Gone by already, they continue on
in sweeping circles--to them,
what are the stirrings of a heart!
Would that they were taking me along!
Still, a single look is so much pleasure
that it makes up for the whole long year.


THALES. Hail! Hail again!
Beauty and truth fill my being,
make perfect my happiness. . . .
All things have their beginning in water!!
Water sustains all things that exist;
may you, Oceanus, rule us forever!
Unless you sent the clouds
and fed the copious brooks,
directed rivers where to go
and filled them properly,
what would mountain and plain, our earth, be like?
You're the support of all living freshness.


ALL (echo-chorus of all trionfo groups.)
You are the source of living freshness.

NEREUS. Off in the distance they waver, turn back,
but not enough for our eyes to meet;
In honor of our celebration

the countless host winds round and round,
making its linking circles broader still.

But now I see--I see it once again--
the conch that is the throne of Galatea,
in the midst of all
it shines like a star.

Love is a beacon no crowd can obscure--
no matter the distance,
it gleams bright and clear,
always seems near, always is true.


HOMUNCULUS.
All that my lamp illuminates
amid these fostering waters
has grace and beauty.


PROTEUS. Amid these living waters
your lamp, now bright at last,
resounds with a glorious tone.


NEREUS.
Here in the middle of all this host,
what new revelation arc we to see?

A flame by the conch, al my daughter's feet,
now mounts high and qing, now burns sweet and low,
as though it were stirring with pulsations of love.


THALES.
That is Homunculus, whom Proteus has taken. . . .
Those are the symptoms of passion's imperative--
I almost can hear the loud groans of its travails.
He'll shatter his vial on her glittering throne--
there's the flame, there the flash, and already it empties!


SIRENS. What miraculous fire transfigures our waves,
that break on each other and shatter and sparkle?
Lights wave and hover, the brightness comes nearer,
what moves in the darkness is pure incandescence,
and all is enveloped in eddies of fire.
Let Eros now rule, the creator of all!
Hail to Ocean and the waves
now embraced by sacred fire!
Hail to Water! Hail to Fire!
Hail this strange and rare event!


ALL (all together).
Hail to Air and its soft breezes!
Hail to Earth's mysterious depths!
To you four, o Elements,
here we offer solemn praise!





ACT III


BEFORE MENELAUS' PALACE AT SPARTA


Enter HELEN and CHORUS OF CAPTIVE TROJAN WOMEN, with its Leader
PANTHALIS.


HELEN. I, Helen, who am much admired, much berated,
come from the beach where only now we disembarked,
still giddy from the lively rocking of the waves
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that on their untamed backs, thanks to Poseidon's grace
and Euros' force, have borne us from the level plains
of Phrygia to bays that edge our native shores.

King Menelaus and his bravest warriors
are now rejoicing, there below, at their return. 8495
But here I bid you bid me welcome, lofty house
erected by Tyndareos upon these slopes
when he, my father, had come back from Pallas' Hill
and which, while I as happy sister grew and played
8500
with Clytemnestra here, with Castor too and Pollux,

he made the most resplendent house in Sparta.
I hail and greet you, o great double door of bronze!
It was through you, who opened wide to welcome him,
that Menelaus, chosen from so many, once
appeared to me as radiant bridegroom long ago.
8505
Spread wide your wings again
so that, as loyal wife,
I may fulfil an urgent order of our king.
Let me come in, and may I leave behind those storms
which up to now have raged about me fatally!
For since I left this threshold in a carefree mood 8510
for Cytherea's shrine, as sacred duty bade,
and was abducted by the Phrygian pirate there,
much has occurred that people dwelling far and wide
delight to tell, but cannot delight the ear of him
whose story is expanded to fantastic tale.
8515

CHORUS. Do not, great lady, disdain your glory,
possession of the highest good!
Supreme felicity is yours,
beauty whose fame is all-surpassing.

His name heralds the hero's coming, 8520
and so he walks proudly,
but to all-conquering beauty
the most obdurate man forthwith submits.


HELEN. Enough! I have come with my husband here by ship,
am sent ahead into his city now by him; 8525
what purpose, though, he entertains I cannot guess.
Is it as wife that I come here, is it as queen?
Is it as victim of the prince's bitterness,
atoning for the woes the Greeks so long endured?
I am a prize of war--am I a captive too?
I cannot say! For the immortal gods, uncertain,
allotted me as beauty's dubious attendants
fame and a fateful life, who on this threshold now
beside me stand as gloomy, threatening presences.
While in the hollow ship my husband rarely looked
at me, nor did he speak one reassuring word
but sat, like someone brooding mischief, across from me.
No sooner had, however, the first vessels' beaks
arrived to greet Eurotas' deep-bayed shores
than thus, as if inspired by a god, he spoke:
"My warriors here shall disembark in ordered groups
that, when they're ranged along the beach, I will inspect.

But you shall go ahead and shall continue up
the fertile banks of our Eurotas' holy stream,
driving the steeds across the moist fields' loveliness
until you have attained that beautiful plateau
where amid awesome mountains Lacedaemon once
brought under cultivation broad and fertile fields.

Then, enter the royal house that towers there aloft
and muster in my name the maids I left behind,
including their sagacious ancient stewardess.
Let her produce for you the ample treasure-store,
your father's gifts and all that I in war and peace
myself amassed through never ceasing increments.

You will find everything where it's supposed to be:
on his return a prince has the prerogative
of finding in his house, at their appointed place,
all things kept faithfully as he had left them there.
No servant on his own may alter any detail."

CHORUS. Let this increasing, glorious treasure
refresh your eye, regale your heart!

The graceful chain and well-wrought crown
are lying now arrogant and idle,
but if you enter and challenge them
they'll have to combat you.
Beauty competing with gold, pearls, and jewels
is a sight I shall watch with utter delight.


HELEN. Our master then gave me a further order still:
"When you have duly verified that all is well,
in preparation for a holy ritual
collect as many tripods as you think required,
all vessels the officiant wants close at hand
.
Have caldrons ready, cups, and shallow plates as well;
have filled with purest water from the sacred spring
the great tall jars; moreover, let there be dry wood
available, that rapidly accepts the flame;
then, last, be sure there is a knife, well-sharpened, tool

I shall entrust all else, however, to your care."
These were the words with which he urged me to depart,
but he who ordered thus named nothing that draws breath
which he will slay to honor the Olympians.

This gives one pause, but I'll not worry more about it;
so let such matters all be left to the high gods,
who then shall bring to pass whatever they intend,
whether this be considered good by human minds,
or bad; as mortals we must bear what they allot.

There have been many times when to the earth-bound neck
of consecrated beast hands raised the heavy axe
and could not consummate the sacrificial rite,
stayed by approaching foe or intervening god.

CHORUS.
Thought cannot tell you what yet is to be;

do not be daunted, o Queen,
but proceed!
Good or evil comes
as a surprise to us mortals;
even foretold, it is not believed.
Did not Troy burn, did we not see
death before us, a death of shame?
Yet are we not here,
happy to serve and be with you,
seeing the dazzling sun in the sky,
and what is fairest on earth,
you, whose favor is our happiness?

HELEN.
Let come, what may! No matter what impends, I must
ascend without delay into this royal house,
long missed, much yearned for, and nearly lost through folly,
which once again--I know not how--I see before me.
My feet no longer bear me with so light a heart
up these high steps that as a child I skipped across.

CHORUS. Sisters so sadly
mourning captivity,
cast all your sorrows away!
Rejoice with our mistress,
rejoice with Queen Helen,
now again happily
nearing the hearth of her fathers
with somewhat belated,
but all the more confident, step.

Praise the benevolent
home-bringing gods,
the holy restorers of order!

Rough though his road be,
the prisoner freed
soars on as if pinioned
while, vainly wasting away,
the captive yearns
with arm outstretched from prison-battlement.


Far from her home
a mortal god laid hold of her,
and from the ruins of Ilium
he has brought her here,
back to the old, now newly resplendent,
house of her fathers
where restored and refreshed,
after raptures and torments

that no words can describe,
she can think of her childhood.


PANTHALIS.
Now leave the joyous path of song and melody,
and turn your gazes to the portal's open leaves!

What is it, sisters, that I see? Is not our queen
returning with marked agitation in her step?


(Enter HELEN.)

What can it be, great Queen, that has confronted you,
not with the welcome of dependents, but with dread,
there in your house's halls? You do not keep it hidden,
for I see horror and repugnance on your brow,
and noble indignation struggling with surprise.


HELEN (who has left the double door open, agitatedly).
Zeus's daughter must be far above all vulgar fear,
and
is not touched by terror's lightly passing hand;
but horror that emerges from the primal womb
of ancient Night, that surges up like glowing clouds
of many shapes arising from some mountainous
abyss of fire, will even shake a hero's heart.

The Stygian gods have placed my entering this house
under so dread a sign today that, like a guest
dismissed, I would be glad to say farewell and leave
this threshold I so often crossed, so long desired.

But no! Although I have retreated to the light,
you shall not force me further, whatever powers you be!

I shall devise a lustral rite; then, purified,
the glowing hearth will welcome mistress and her lord.


PANTHALIS.
Disclose, o noble Lady, to the maids who serve
and will support you, what has now occurred.


HELEN What I have seen, you'll see with your own eyes,
unless primordial Night again at once engulfed
her creature in her magic womb's profundity.

But I'll declare it, so that you shall know, in words:
When I, intent upon my mission, reverently
set foot inside the royal house's somber rooms,
I marveled at the stillness of empty passageways.

No sound of busy people moving met my ear,
no quick and purposeful activity my eye,
and I saw neither maid nor stewardess appear
to greet, as once they did, all strangers graciously.
But
when I had drawn near the central hearth,
there by the barely warm remains of a dead fire
I saw a tall, veiled woman seated on the ground,
less like someone asleep than one who meditates.

Imperiously I summon her to be at work,
surmising that perhaps she is the stewardess
appointed by my husband's foresight when he left;
but
she, not stirring, sits enfolded in her robes;
at last, responding to my threats, she lifts her arm
as if to order me to leave the hearth and hall.
In wrath I turn away from her and hurry toward
the steps that lead to where the nuptial chamber lies,
richly adorned and with the treasure-room close by;

but now the monster quickly rises to its feet,
barring my way peremptorily, and is revealed
as tall and gaunt, with hollow, blood-discolored eyes,
and as a form whose strangeness bewilders sight and mind.
But I speak to the air, since words can only strive
in vain to build and to endow a shape with life.'
Look! There it is! It even dares confront the light,
where we command until the royal master comes!
Yet, either Phoebus, beauty's friend, confines to caves
Night's dread abortions, or they are held in check by him.


PHORKYAS appears on the threshold and stands between the doorposts.

CHORUS. I have experienced much, though my hair
lies on my forehead in youthful waves!
Many terrible things have I seen,
warfare's distress, Ilium's night
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when it fell.


And I have heard, dirough the dust clouded tumult
of hard-pressed combatants, the cries of the gods,
fearful to hear, and lUword's voice
echoing brazen over the field
towards its walls.
Still they were standing, Ilium's walls,
but, alas! the blaze of the flames
already was moving from neighbor to neighbor,
spread by the wind it created,
from one point and then another,
across the whole night-darkened city.


Fleeing, I saw amid smoke and fire,
amid the motley tongues of flame,
the dread approach of angry gods,
strange, gigantic figures
striding through thick and somber clouds
lighted on all sides by fire.


Did I see that, or did my mind,
held in terror's grip, imagine
that confusion? What was fact
I cannot say, but this I know
is certain:
here with my own eyes
I see this hideousness,
could even touch it with my hands
if I were not held back by fear
from threatening danger.

Which of the daughters,
then, are you of Phorkys,
his being the family
to which I'd assign you?

Can it be that here is come
one of the Graiae, gray since birth,
who possess one eye and tooth
alternately shared?


Hideous creature,
how dare you appear now,
here beside beauty,
for Phoebus to judge you?
You may come still further forward!

What is ugly, he does not see,
even as his hallowed eye
never has glimpsed a shadow.

But, alas, our mortal eyes
are constrained by a sad mischance
to endure the unspeakable pain
that what is condemned as eternally ugly
must arouse in lovers of beauty.
You are warned that you'll hear our curse
if you brazenly affront us,
hear invective, imprecations, threats
from the mouths of fortunate beings
who owe their form to supernal gods.


PHORKYAS.
The saying's old, but what it says profoundly true,
that
Modesty and Beauty never go their way
along- the earth's green paths together, hand
in hand, In each there dwells inveterate, deep-rooted hate,

so that if in their travels they may somewhere meet,
each turns her back to her opponent then and there.
Then each, with more impetuous step, will hasten on,

Modesty sad, but Beauty insolent and bold
until, if age has not already made her tame,
she is embraced at last by Orcus' hollow night.
Come from abroad, I see, you inundate us here
with arrogance, even as do the noisy cranes
above our heads, whose raucous flight sends down to earth
from long-extended cloud its strident croaking tones
that tempt the quiet traveler to turn his gaze

into the air; but they continue on their way,
and he on his; so will it be with us as well.

And who are you, that you,
like frenzied maenads, dare
surround with drunken uproar here the king's great house?

Who are you, who assail the palace-stewardess
with howling, like a pack of dogs that bay the moon?
Do you presume I do not know your lineage,
you war-begotten, battle-nurtured, callow things,
man-hungry too, as much seducing as seduced,
who sap the strength of citizen and warrior both!
To see you in such numbers is as if I saw
locust swarms plunge and cover green, fresh-planted fields.
Devourers of the toil of others, who destroy
the buds of the prosperity on which you feed!

Wares gained in war, sold second-hand in market places!

HELEN. Who in her presence dares to scold a woman's maids
encroaches on their mistress' authority,
for the prerogative is hers alone, to praise
what merits praise and punish what must be condemned.
I am, besides, well satisfied with how they served
and aided me when Ilium's great power
stood under siege, and when it fell; and no less so
while we endured our voyage's vicissitudes,
when people as a rule think only of themselves.
Here also I expect from them the same light-heartedness;
Masters don't ask what their slaves are, but only how
they serve. Be silent, then, and leer at them no more.
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If in its mistress' stead you've taken proper care
of the king's house till now, the merit will be yours;
but now that she herself has come, give way to her,
lest there be punishment instead of generous praise.

PHORKYAS. To chide her household is the great prerogative 8800
which the august consort of one the gods have blessed
well merits for long years of prudent governance.
Since you, whom I now recognize, again as queen
and mistress of this house resume your former place,
hold fast the reins long since grown slack, and govern now,
8805
in charge of the royal treasure and of us as well.
But first of all, protect me, older than the rest,
from these who are,
when set beside your beauty's swan,
merely a flock of underfeathered, cackling geese.


PANTHALIS. How ugly seems, set next to beauty, ugliness. 8810

PHORKYAS. How shallow, next to wisdom, foolish ignorance.

Members of the CHORUS now answer in turn, stepping forth singly.

FIRST TROJAN WOMAN. Tell us about your parents, Erebus and Night!

PHORKYAS. Then you tell me about your cousin-german, Scylla!

THE SECOND.. Monsters fill up the branches of your family tree.

PHORKYAS. Be off to Orcus, where you'll find your kith and kin! 8815

THE THIRD. Those who might dwell down there were born long after you.

PHORKYAS. You might try to solicit old Tiresias.

THE FOURTH. Your great-granddaughter's daughter was Orion's nurse.

PHORKYAS. The Harpies, I suspect, gave you their filth as pap.

THE FIFTH. What food explains your special lean-and-hungry look? 8820

PHORKYAS. Not blood, for which you have too great an appetite.

THE SIXTH. And you still more for corpses, loathsome corpse yourself!

PHORKYAS. I see the gleam of vampire-teeth in your bold mouth.

PANTHALIS. I could gag yours by simply saying who you are.

PHORKYAS. If you can name yourself, no riddle will remain. 8825

HELEN. I step between you, not in anger but in grief,
to order that these stormy countercharges cease,
since nothing gives the lord and master greater hurt
than faithful servants' quarrels that fester secretly.
For no concordant echo of his bidding then 8830
comes back to him as swiftly executed deed;
instead, it surges like a wilful, noisy storm

about him as, himself confused, he chides in vain.
Nor is this all. In your unseemly quarreling
you've conjured up the spectres of unhappy shapes
which so crowd in about me that I feel I'm
pulled toward Orcus, although I'm here amid these native fields.
Could those be memories? Was I prey to delusions?
Was I all that? am I that now, to be so evermore,
the nightmare--shape of one who devastates great towns?

My servingwomen shudder; you, the eldest here,
still stand composed--give me some reassuring word!


PHORKYAS. To one who's lived in hopes of fortune many years,
the favor of the gods seems, when it comes, a dream.
But you, augustly favored to the uttermost,
have in life's course seen only men inflamed with love
and eager for all kinds of the most daring deeds.
You were still young when eager Theseus ravished you,
as strong as Heracles, and truly handsome too...


HELEN. Took me, a slender doe of ten, to Attica,
where in Aphidnus' castle I was prisoner...


PHORKYAS. But then, by Castor and by Pollux soon set free,
were wooed by many heroes, each a splendid man.

HELEN. First in my secret favor, though, Patroclus stood,
Pelides' counterpart, as freely I confess.


PHORKYAS. Your father's will wed you to Menelaus, though,
the bold sea--rover and protector of his home.


HELEN. He gave him both his daughter and his land to rule;
the scion of our wedlock was Hermione.

PHORKYAS. Yet while in distant Crete he boldly gained his rights,
an all too handsome guest appeared to lonely you.


HELEN. Why do you bring to mind that semi--widowhood
and the appalling consequence it had for me?


PHORKYAS. That trip resulted too in my captivity,
and in long slavery for me, free--born in Crete.


HELEN. He promptly sent you here as trusted stewardess
of wealth he'd bravely won, and of his castle too...

PHORKYAS. Which you had left to seek the city, tower--girt,
of Ilium, and love's delights that never tire.

HELEN. Do not speak of delights! An all too bitter grief
that never, never ends engulfed my heart and head.

PHORKYAS. And yet they say that you appeared in twofold form,
that in both Ilium and Egypt you were seen.

HELEN. Do not confound the chaos of a mind confused.
I don't know, even now, which of those two I am.

PHORKYAS. They also say, that from the realm of hollow shades
ardent Achilles too came forth to join with you,
he who, in spite of fate's decrees, loved you long since.

HELEN. A shade myself, I was conjoined with him, a shade.
That was a dream, the words themselves make this quite clear.
I now grow faint, become a shade to myself too.

She sinks into the arms of the SEMICHORUS.

CHORUS.
Silence! Be silent
you evil--eyed evil tongue!
From such hideous, single--toothed lips,
from so frightful a throat's abyss,
8885
what might not surge forth!


He who's malicious while posing as kindly,
wolf--fierce under the sheep's woolly fleece,
seems far more dreadful to me than the jaws
of the dog that's three--headed.
8890
Fearfully we wait to hear
when, how, where it will emerge,
malice lurking
deep below in a monster's guise!


Here now, instead of offering kindness, 8895:
Lethe--bestowing, consoling words,
you evoke from all of her past
less of its good than its evils,
darkening at the same time
both the present's radiance
8900
and the future's
softly shimmering dawn of hope.


Silence! Be silent,
so that the soul of our queen,
now on the verge of flight,
8905
may stay and may retain
this form surpassing any form
on which the sun has ever shone.


HELEN, who has recovered, again stands at center.

PHORKYAS.
Come! emerge from those passing clouds, o lofty sun of this our day,
you who veiled were ravishing, and who now reign in dazzling light;
8910
you can see the world unfolding here before your gracious gaze.
Even though they call me ugly, I know well what beauty is.


HELEN.
Though I come, unsteadily, from the void of dizzying faintness
and, because my limbs are weary, would be glad to rest again,
it is proper for a queen, just as it is for all mankind,
8915
even when surprised by danger, to be calm and stout of heart.


PHORKYAS.
Now that in heroic beauty you are standing here again,
in your eye we read some bidding; tell us, what is your command!


HELEN.
Be prepared to rectify the rude delay your wrangling's caused;
quick! arrange the ritual that has been ordered by my king.


PHORKYAS.
All is ready in the palace: bowl and tripod, sharpened axe,
lustral water, needed incense; say what's to be sacrificed!


HELEN. That he left undesignated.

PHORKYAS. Left unsaid? 0 word of woe!

HELEN. Why this woe that so affects you?

PHORKYAS. You, o Queen, are the one meant!

HELEN. I?

PHORKYAS. And these.

CHORUS. 0 woe and sorrow!

PHORKYAS. You shall fall beneath the axe.

HELEN. Heinous! yet not unexpected; poor me!

PHORKYAS. I see no escape.

CHORUS. Woe! And to us what is to happen?

PHORKYAS. She will die a noble death;
like the fowler's row of thrushes, you, inside, shall hang and writhe,
dangling from the lofty rafter that supports the gabled roof.


(HELEN and the CHORUS stand amazed and terrified, in a striking, care--
fully arranged group
.)

All phantoms! -- There you stand like lifeless images, 8930
afraid to quit daylight to which you have no claim.
But mortals too, who all, like you, are only ghosts,
do not renounce the sacred sunlight willingly;
no prayer or effort, though, can save them from their doom;

all men know this, but very few are pleased by it. 8935
It is enough that you're undone! So, quick, to work!


(PHORKYAS claps her hands, whereupon there appear in the doorway
muffled dwarfish figures which carry out with alacrity the commands
given
.)

This way, you somber, spherical monstrosities,
waddle along--there's pleasant mischief to be done!
Set down the hand--borne altar with the golden horns,
and lay across its silver edge the shining axe;
8940
fill water jars, for you will need to wash away
the hideous, defiling stains of blackened blood.
Spread out here on the dust the precious rug, so that
the victim may kneel down in royal dignity
and, wrapped in it, although with severed head, receive
8945
all due respect and yet a prompt interment too.


PANTHALIS.
Absorbed in thought, the Queen is standing there, aside,
her women wilt like meadow-grass beneath the scythe;
but I, the oldest, as my bounden duty bids,
will seek a word with you, who are far older still.
8950
Experienced and wise, you seem to wish us well,

although these silly girls misjudged and flouted you.
So speak, and say what you can do to rescue us.

PHORKYAS. That is soon said: to save herself, andyou to boot
as adjuncts, will depend entirely on your queen. 8955
Resolve is needed, and as soon as possible.

CHORUS.
You who are the wisest sibyl, are the most revered of Fates,
keep the golden shears from closing, promise us safe days ahead,
for already we are feeling how our tender limbs will dangle,
sway, and swing, not pleasantly, that rather would enjoy some dancing,
then repose on a lover's breast.


HELEN. Let these be anxious! What I feel is pain, not fear;
but if you know of an escape, you have our thanks.
To wisdom's circumspection the impossible
may truly still prove possible. So tell us, speak!
8965

CHORUS.
Speak and tell us, tell us quickly, how we can escape the horrid,
nasty nooses that now threaten, like the meanest kinds of necklace,
to constrict our throats and breathing.
We poor things can feel already
how we'll die of suffocation if you, Rhea, all gods' mother,
do not deign to pity us.
8970

PHORKYAS. Have you the patience not to interrupt a speech
that will be long? All sorts of things need to be told.

CHORUS. Patience enough! While listening we'll be alive.

PHORKYAS.
The man who stays at home to guard his precious wealth,
who takes good care to caulk his house's lofty walls
8975
and to secure its roof against the rain's assault,
will know prosperity however long he live;
but
he who lightly steps with hasty foot across
his threshold's sacred limit, heedless of all law,
on his return may well still find the same old place,
8980
but all things altered, even if not all destroyed.


HELEN. What is the relevance of these familiar saws?
You say you have a tale; avoid what must offend!


PHORKYAS. This is narrated fact, by no means a reproach.
As corsair, Menelaus steered from bay to bay
8985
and ravaged all the shores and islands that he touched,
returning with the spoils which now sit there inside
.
Before the walls of Troy he spent ten tedious years,
and for the voyage home, how long I do not know.
But where Tyndareos' house towers grandly here, 8990
and elsewhere in this kingdom, how do matters stand?

HELEN. Is, then, abuse so totally ingrained in you
that you can never move your lips except in blame?


PHORKYAS. For many, many years no one had occupied
the valleyed hills that northwards, back of Sparta, rise
8995
up to Taygetus; there, still a merry brook,
the Eurotas tumbles down, then broadening its stream
flows past our valley's reeds, gives nurture to your swans.
Back in those mountain valleys, quietly, bold men
have settled, a horde emerging from Cimmerian night,
and raised a towered fortress that no one can scale;
from it they harrass land and people as they please.


HELEN. They could accomplish that? It seems impossible!

PHORKYAS. They had the time--it may be twenty years by now.

HELEN. Is there one chief? Is this a league of robber bands?

PHORKYAS. They are not brigands, but they have a single lord.
I'll not speak ill of him, although I've felt his might.
He could have taken everything, yet was content
with what he called, not tribute, but a few free gifts.

HELEN. How does he look?

PHORKYAS Not bad! I rather like his looks.
He's lively, forthright, handsome, and, to a degree
even in Greece exceptional, intelligent.
They call this race barbarians, but I would doubt
that any are more cruel than certain heroes who,
before Troy's walls, showed cannibal proclivities.
He is magnanimous, I'd trust myself to him.
His castle, too, is something you should see yourselves!
It's very different from the heavy masonry
erected by your forebears any way at all--

Cyclopes--like, they heaped rough Cyclopean stones
one on the other; there, however, everything
is plumb and level, made with regularity.
Behold it from without, aspiring heavenward
firm and tight--jointed and as mirror--smooth as steel!
To scale such walls--why, thought itself slips off and falls.

Inside there are great, spacious courtyards, closed about
with structures of all kinds and purposes.
There you will see shafts, arches, pillars, large and small;
platforms and galleries for looking out and in;
and coats of arms.


CHORUS. And what are they?

PHORKYAS. On Ajax's shield,
there was, as you yourselves have seen, a dragon coiled.
The Seven at the gates of Thebes had on their shields,
each one, an image filled with rich significance;
there in nocturnal skies one saw the moon and stars,
and goddess, hero, ladder, swords, and torches too,
and all dire threats that to a noble town bring woe.
Such images, inherited from their forebears,
are borne in glowing colors by our hero-band;
you will see eagles, lions, also claw and beak,
the horns of buffalo, wings, roses, peacock--tails,
and golden, argent, azure, black, and crimson stripes.
9000
They hang these things, row after row, in their great halls,
worlds limitless in their immensity and where
you will have room to dance!

CHORUS. And men with whom to dance?

PHORKYAS. The best! Plenty of lively lads with golden curls
and youth's ambrosial breath
--the scent that Paris had
when he dared come too near'our queen.


HELEN. Do not forget
the role you're playing; finish what you have to say!

PHORKYAS. The final word is yours; but say a clear, firm yes,
and I'll surround you with the fortress here and now.

CHORUS. 0 speak that one short word, and save yourself and us!

HELEN. Am I to fear, then, that King Menelaus might
commit so cruel a wrong and do me injury?

PHORKYAS. Have you forgotten in what dreadful way he maimed
battle--slain Paris' brother, your Deiphobus,
who claimed and took you,,widowed then, with stubborn force
as concubine, successfully?
Nose, ears, were cut,
and more was mutilated--an--atrocious sight!


HELEN. He did do that to him, did it because of me.

PHORKYAS. Because of him, he will now do the same to you.
Beauty may not be shared; who has possessed it whole,
cursing all half--claims, prefers destroying it.


(Trumpets in the distance; the CHORUS starts in terror.)

Even as the trumpet's blare, with rending force, lays hold
of ear and bowels, even so does jealousy
claw at the bosom of the man who can't forget
what once he owned, and now has lost and owns no more.


CHORUS.
Do you not hear trumpets blaring, see the weapons as they flash?

PHORKYAS.
Lord and King, I bid you welcome, glad to answer for my conduct.

CHORUS.
What of us?

PHORKYAS.
You know the truth, that with your eyes you'll see her death
and, indoors, observe your own; no, there is no help for you.
907

Pause.

HELEN. I have thought out what I may safely venture next.
You are a hostile spirit, as I clearly sense,
and so I fear that you will change what's good to bad.
But first I'll follow to the castle, led by you;
the rest I know alone; and what, deep in her heart,
your queen conceals in secrecy while we do this,
no one shall fathom.
Now, old woman, go ahead!

CHORUS. 0 how glad we are to go there,
and to hasten our step,
with death behind us
and a towering fortress'
inaccessible walls
rising before us again.
May it shield us well,
like Ilium's citadel, 9085
which after all only succumbed
to contemptible guile.


(Spreading mists obscure the background, then the front of the set,
as may seem appropriate
.)

But, what is this?
Sisters, look round you!
Was it not clear just now?
9090
Streaks of fog are floating up
from the Eurotas' sacred stream;
now its lovely sedge-girt banks
have already vanished from sight;
nor, alas, do I still see, 9095
silently gliding, free and proud,
the elegant swans whose delight
is companionable swimming.


Nevertheless,
I do hear their cry,
9100
distant and hoarse, the sound
which men say presages death.
Let us hope that after all,
though salvation has been promised,
it does not foretell our doom--
9105
doom to us, who are so swan-like
with our lovely, long white necks,
and to our swan-begotten queen
.
Alas! o woe to us, o woe!
Everything is now concealed
9110
by the fog that closes in,
even the sight of each other!
What can be happening to us?
Are we marching ahead or, with short steps,
merely floating along?
9115
Can you see anything?
Is that not Hermes
who hovers before us, his golden wand gleaming,
ho summons, who orders us to return
to dreary, twilight giay Hades,
which, filled to repletion
9120
with impalpable shapes, is eternally empty?
Suddenly the light grows duller; grayed, the lifting fog lacks luster,
is as brown as weathered stonework. Walls appear and block our vision,
freed again to see their starkness. Can this be a pit? a courtyard?
What is certain is, it's dreadful! Sisters, we alas are captives,
9125
as much captives as before!




INNER COURTYARD OF A CASTLE


The enclosed yard is faced with ornate, fantastic medieval buildings.


PANTHALIS. Hasty and foolish females, truly typical!
Dependent on the moment, sport of every breeze,
of good luck and of bad, but bearing neither one
with equanimity! One sure to contradict
9130
another angrily, then others her in turn!
You wail or laugh together only in joy or pain.

Be silent now, and hear what in her noble mind
our mistress may decide is right for her and us.

HELEN. Whatever your name is, where are you, Pythoness? 9135
Emerge now from this gloomy castle's vaulted halls!

And if you went to tell its wondrous hero-lord
that I am here, so that I may be well received,
accept my thanks, and bring me to his presence now;
I want an end of wandering, want only rest. 9140

PANTHALIS.
You look about you everywhere, my Queen, in vain;
that sorry creature's disappeared--perhaps she stayed
there
in the bosom of the fog from which, somehow,
we got so quickly here without the need to walk.
Or else, perhaps, confused, she wanders through this maze
9145
of
many castles strangely blended into one,
seeking its lord, so that you're greeted regally.

But look! Already, up above, there is a bustle
as multitudes of servants hurry back and forth
by doorway and at windows and on galleries;  9150
a fitting, noble welcome is assured the guest.

CHORUS. How my heart is relieved! Look over there and see
with what dignity, lingering on each step,
toward us there descend, in well-ordered march,
all those lovely young men. How, and at whose command,
9155
can so promptly appear, marshaled in regular ranks,

such a magnificent, boyishly masculine troop?
What should I most admire? Is it the grace of their stride,
or the curls of the hair over their radiant brows,
or perhaps their twinned cheeks, red with the blush of the peach
9160
and having the same soft fleece-like down?
I would like a taste, but am afraid to bite,
since in a similar case--horrid even to say--
a mouth was filled with ashes.

Now they're advancing, 9165
these loveliest youths.
What's that they carry?
Steps of a throne,
carpet, a chair,
curtains, and something
9170
tent-like, ornate,
making wreaths of clouds
which billow above,
over the head of our queen
who, as invited,
9175
now has ascended the sumptuous seat.

Let us advance
and, properly grave,
line up on its steps.
Let us acclaim, and bless it three times, 9180
the dignity of this reception!


Everything the CHORUS has described is enacted in due course. After the
pages and squires have descended in a long procession,
FAUST appears
above, at the top of the stairs, in the court dress of a medieval lord,
and then descends slowly and with great dignity.


PANTHALIS (observing FAUST attentively).
Unless the gods, as they so often do, have lent
this man but temporarily his winning presence,
this outward form that so inspires admiration,
this stately dignity, he always will succeed
9185
in what he undertakes--in battles that men fight,
and minor skirmishes with lovely ladies too:

He is indeed to be preferred to many a man
that's held in high esteem whom I have seen myself.
With slow, grave step, respectfully restrained, I see 9190
the prince approaching; turn around, o Queen, and look!

FAUST (advancing, with a MAN, fettered, at his side).
Instead of fitting ceremonial welcome,
instead of greeting you with reverence,
I offer you, fast-bound in chains, this servant
who, failing in his duty, made me fail in mine.
9195
Before this noblest lady, on your knees!
so that you may confess to her your guilt.
This is the man, great Queen, who was appointed
because of rare acuity of vision
to watch on the high tower and scan
the firmament and earth's expanse to see
whatever may appear in either place,
or move into our valley toward this fortress
from the encircling hills--perhaps great flocks
in waves, perhaps an army; them we protect,
this intercept. Today, what negligence!
You come, but he does not announce your presence;
a most exalted guest is not received
with proper honors. By this crime he's lost
his life, should now be lying in the blood
of death deserved
, except that it is yours
alone to punish, as you choose, or pardon.

HELEN. Since you grant me the lofty dignity
of judge and regent--even if this be,
as I conjecture, meant but as a test--
a shall fulfill the law's first duty now,
grant the accused a hearing. You may speak!


LYNCEUS, THE WATCHMAN.
Let me kneel and gaze upon her,
whether I'm to live or die,
for I am the slave already
of this Lady sent from heaven.

Waiting for the dawning glory,
looking eastward for the sun,
suddenly I saw it rising
by some magic in the south.

Drawn that way, my eyes now sought,
not the valleys or the hills,
firmament or earth's expanse,
but this one and only Sun.


Though endowed with sharp, clear vision,
like the lynx on its tall tree,
now I felt as if I strove
to escape from dream-like darkness.


How was I to find my bearings,
see the barbican, the gate?
But the swirling mists soon vanish,
for this goddess now appears!


Turning eye and heart towards her,
I imbibed the gentler light;
beauty of such blinding splendor
blinded me completely too;


I forgot my watchman's duties
and the horn I'd sworn to sound.
You may threaten to destroy me;

beauty, though, subdues all anger.

HELEN. It is not fitting that I punish guilt
that I have caused. Alas, what cruel fate
I suffer, everywhere so to confound
the hearts of men that they will neither spare
themselves nor anything we venerate.
Stealing, seducing, fighting, snatching back and forth,
demigods, heroes, gods, dead spirits too,
have led me, much bewildered, to and fro;
my single self wrought great confusion, my double more,
and now a third and fourth add woe to woe.

Dismiss this worthy man, let him be freed;
may no blame smite one whom the gods make mad!
[Exit LYNCEUS]

FAUST. I am amazed, o Queen, to see together
both the sure archer and the target struck;
I see the bow that sped the arrow forth,
and him it wounded. Arrow follows arrow,
striking me too. I sense their feathered whir
on every side, in every castle room.
What, now, am I? You suddenly make rebels
of my most trusted vassals, and unsafe
my walls. I therefore fear my troops may soon
obey this conquering-unconquered lady.

What choice have I but to entrust to you
myself and what I foolishly thought mine?
Here at your feet in fealty and homage
let me acknowledge as my Lady you,
whose coming won you state and throne at once
.

Enter LYNCEUS with a casket, followed by men carrying other chests.

LYNCEUS You see, o Queen, that I return!--
a rich man comes to beg one look
and, seeing you, at once he feels
both penury and princely wealth.
What was I then, what am I now?
What can one wish to have or do?
A piercing gaze has lost its worth
and ricochets from where you sit.

We made our way here from the East
in hordes so vast that those in front
knew nothing of those coming last,
and soon the West had had its day.
If the first fell, the second stood,
and then a third came with his lance--
a hundred's strength sustained each man,
the thousands slain went unremarked


We drove ahead, we surged along,
were masters everywhere in turn,
and where one day I ruled as lord,
another robbed and stole the next.
We'd take a hurried look around',
then one would seize the prettiest girl,
the next a bull with good, firm legs;
no horse was ever left behind.


But what I liked was looking for
the rarest items to be found,
and what some other person had
was only withered grass to me.
I went in search of precious things
and followed where my keen eye led;
I looked in every sack and bag,
no chest held secrets for my eyes.
And so I soon had piles of gold
and, best of all, of precious stones:
this emerald now alone deserves
to shine resplendent on your heart.

This oval drop from ocean depths
should float between your ear and lips,
where rubies would be put to flight,
made pallid by your roseate cheek.

And so I bring before your throne
a treasure without counterpart;
let us now lay here at your feet
the yield of many blood-stained frays.


Although I bring you many chests,
I have still others, made of iron;
let me become your pursuivant,
and I will fill your treasure vaults.
No sooner are you on this throne
than mind and wealth and sovereignty
already are your slaves and bow
before your beauty's perfect form.
What I clung to and claimed as mine
is liberated now, is yours;
I thought it precious, grand and fine,
but now I see it had no worth.


What I possessed has disappeared,
is grass that withers when cut down.
0 let one gladdening look from you
give its full value back to it!


FAUST. Quickly remove these spoils your bravery has gained;
leave unreproved, yet not rewarded either.
For all is hers already that this castle
hides in its depths; to offer her some part
can have no point.
Go and arrange our treasures
in ordered piles; display a glorious picture
of splendors yet unseen! Make vaulted ceilings
glitter like fresh-created skies; create
new paradises filled with lifeless life!
Anticipating her each step, unroll
a chain of flowered carpets! Let her step
encounter gentle ground, her eye alight
on splendor that will blind all but the gods.


LYNCEUS.Your command is without force,
to obey it, almost farce
since our lives and wealth now are
subject to her beauty's power.

The whole army has been tamed,
swords are blunted, strong arms lamed;
set beside this glorious form,
even the sun is dull, lukewarm;
set against such loveliness,
all is empty nothingness!


HELEN (to FAUST).
I wish to speak with you, but you must come
up here, be at my side. The empty seat
summons its owner and ensures me mine.


FAUST. First let me-kneel and by my act of homage,
noble lady, obtain your grace, then kiss
the hand that raises me to sit beside you.
Confirm me as co-regent of your realm

that knows no bounds, and in one person gain
a worshiper, a vassal, a protector!

HELEN. I see and hear so many marvelous things;
I am amazed, would ask you many questions.
Could you explain why that man's way of speaking
sounded so strange to me--strange and yet pleasant?

Sounds seem to be in concord with each other,
and when one word's been welcomed by the ear,
another comes to give it a caress.


FAUST. If you already like the way our peoples speak,
I'm sure their singing will delight you too,
will fully satisfy both ear and mind.
Delay is dangerous--let's practice it at once;
responses are what tempt us to employ it.


HELEN. Then tell me how I too can learn the art.

FAUST. It's simple: let the words well from your heart.
And when your soul is filled with yearning's flame,
you look around and ask


HELEN. who feels the same.

FAUST. There is no past or future in an hour like this,
the present moment only


HELEN. is our bliss.

FAUST.
It is all things we ever could demand.
What confirmation does it need?

HELEN. My hand.

CHORUS. Who would dare to blame our princess
for the friendliness she shows
toward this castle's lord?
Let us not forget that all of us
still are captives--as so often
since the shameful fall of Troy
and in the fearsome labyrinth
of woes through which we've journeyed.


Women who are used to lovers
make their choice without delay,
for they have great expertise
.
To shepherd boys with golden hair,
or to swarthy fauns perhaps--
it depends on circumstance--
they cede impartially all rights
to their voluptuous limbs:


She and he are now sitting closer
and lean against each other;
shoulder to shouder, knee next to knee,
hand in hand, hey are lulled
on their throne's
deeply cushioned magnificence.
Majesty can allow itself
the carefree display
to the eyes of its people
of its private affections and joys.

HELEN. I feel so far away and yet so near,
and only want to say: I'm here! I'm here!

FAUST. I tremble, faint of breath, can hardly speak;
all is a dream, and time and space have fled.


HELEN. My life seems past,
and yet is somehow new;
I know you not, a stranger, but I live in you.

FAUST. Do not be puzzled by a fate uniquely yours!
Though life be but a moment, our duty is to be.

Enter PHORKYAS, precipitously.


PHORKYAS. Must you study in love's primer,
ponder what it means to daily,
9420
idly muse on lovers' pratings,
even though the time is wrong?
Don't you feel a coming storm?
Listen to the trumpet sounding,
danger is not far away.
9425
Menelaus with his legions
is approaching to attack you;
arm yourselves for bitter fighting!
Overwhelmed by all these victors,
mutilated like Deiphobus,
9430
you will rue your chivalry.
Once these cheaper goods are dangling
there will be a fresh-honed axe,
for your lady, at the altar.

FAUST. Rash interruption, odious intrusion! Even 9435
whefi dangers exist I hate foolish impetuousness.
Bad news makes fairest messengers ill-favored,
but you, the ugliest, enjoy ill tidings only.
This time your effort's wasted, though, and so
you may
shatter the air with empty sound.
Here is not danger, 9440
and any danger would be but an empty threat.


(Signals, explosions from the towers, trumpets and comets, martial
music. A powerful armed force marches past
.)

Now you shall quickly see assembled
a loyal company of heroes:
he alone deserves his lady's favor
who has the strength to give her full protection.
9445

(To the leaders of the troops, who detach themselves from their columns
and come forward
.)

With your bated, quiet anger
you surely will gain victory--
you youthful blossoms from the North,
you, from the East, the flower of strength.
Encased in steel, its armor flashing,
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the host that crushed so many states
appears, and then the earth is shaken;
they march away, and thunder still is heard.
We came to Pylos, there we landed;
old Nestor is alive no longer, 9455
and soon our unchecked army sunders
the bonds uniting petty kings.--
No more delay! Back from these walls
drive Menelaus to the sea!
There. as was his fatal inclination,
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he can rove, waylay, and plunder.


I am this Sparta's queen commands--
to hail each one of you as Duke;
lay hills and valleys at her feet,
and what she gains will be your fiefs.
9465

With walls and ramparts, German Prince,
you must defend the bays of Corinth;
you, Goth, are ordered to attack
Achaia with its hundred passes.

Our Frankish troops shall move on Elis,
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the Saxons are assigned Messene,
and Normans, when they've cleared the sea,
shall bring Argolis glory.
Then, settled down, you will reserve
the might of arms for foreign foes--
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this under Sparta's sovereignty
which is our queen's ancestral home.

While she sees each of you enjoy
dominions that shall want for nothing,
her throne will guarantee your rights, 9480
assure you of enlightened justice.

FAUST descends from the throne; the Princes form a circle about him to
receive special commands and instructions.


CHORUS. He who wants the fairest as his,
let him above all be able
and, in his wisdom, attend to his weapons.

With flattery he may have won 9485
what he most prizes on earth,
but it is not easily kept:
devious flattery can lure her away,
robbers' daring tear her from him;
lest this occur, he must have foresight!
9490
This is why I praise our prince,
and rate him higher than others:
so wisely has he chosen brave companions
that men of strength stand ready
to obey his every nod. 9495
What he orders, they loyally do--
each benefits himself and gains
liberal thanks from his master--
thus both vassal and lord gain glory.
Who, now, can tear her away
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from his power and possession?
She is his, and he surely deserves her-
doubly, we think, since we share
the protection he gives her: impregnable walls
and, without, an invincible army.


FAUST. Now they have all been splendidly rewarded;
each holds in fief, as generous gift,
some prosperous land. Let them march off!
We, at the center, will stand fast,
and
they will eagerly protect
this almost-island in the dancing waves
that by a slender chain of hills
is linked to Europe's outmost mountain spur!


May every nation share the joys
of this, the sunniest land of all,
that now is conquered for my queen,
to whom it lifted once its eyes

when as Eurotas' rushes whispered,
she burst resplendent from the shell
to dazzle her royal mother's eyes

and those of her two brothers also.

This land that looks to none but you,
that offers you its whole abundance--
prefer it, as your native land,
to all the realms that now are yours!

Although its jagged heights and ridges
must be content with cold rays from the sun,
one still can glimpse rocks tinged with green
and goats that forage for their scanty fare.


A spring wells forth, the streams unite and plunge,
and soon ravines and slopes and meadows all are green.

Upon the many hills that dot the plain
you see spread out the moving flocks of sheep.

Cattle, careful not to crowd each other,
come singly to the precipice's edge;
still, there is shelter for them all within
the many caves that arch the walls of rock
.
Pan guards them there, while nymphs as living creatures dwell
in the moist freshness of shrub-filled ravines
and, in their urgent search for air and light,
the close-set trees raise high their heavy branches.
Primeval woods! The mighty oak stands motionless
with boughs that branch capriciously;
the generous maple with its sugar-sap
rises uncluttered and bears its weight with ease.
And in the shaded stillness the warm flow
of mother's milk provides for lamb and child;
on nearby plains ripe fruit is found,
and honey trickle irom the hollow branch.

Contentment is a birthright here,
and cheerful cheek and lip express serenity;
all are immortal
where they are,
for they are satisfied, are healthy.


And so, in this untroubled brightness,
each precious child attains maturity.

We see this miracle, and are compelled to ask:
must these be gods, or are they mortal men?
Among the shepherds here, and in their guise,
Apollo was no fairer than the fairest,

for when the sway of nature is unhindered
all realms of being merge as one.


(He seats himself beside HELEN.)

Now that we have achieved this oneness,
let what is past, be past forever!
Remember the high god who gave you being,
that only in this primal world do you belong!
I No mighty fortress need confine you!
Arcadia, while near to Sparta,
is a domain of ever-youthful vigor
where we can dwell in perfect bliss.
When you were lured to flee to this fair soil
fate granted you its greatest favor!
Our thrones shall now become a bower,
our happiness Arcadian and free!



The stage set changes completely. Enclosed arbors rest against a series
of grottos. A



SHADED GROVE


extends to the cliffs that rise on all sides. FAUST and HELEN are not
visible. About the stage lie members of the
CHORUS, sleeping.


PHORKYAS. I do not know how long these girls have been asleep,
or whether in their dreams they can have dreamt the things 9575
that I have seen so clearly with these very eyes.
This being so, I'll wake them. They will be amazed,
and you their bearded elders too, who sit down there
hoping these marvels may be plausibly explained.--
Up from your beds! Just hurry, give your curls a toss! 9580
And clear your eyes of sleep! Stop blinking! Hear me speak!


CHORUS.
Go ahead and speak! Do tell us all the marvels that have happened!
What we would most like to hear is something quite incredible,
since we find it very boring to keep looking at these cliffs.

PHORKYAS.
Are you children bored already, though you've scarcely rubbed your eyes?
Listen, then! Here in these caverns, grottos, bowers, was provided for
our lord and for our lady, just as for idyllic lovers, shelter and security.


CHORUS. What, there! Inside?

PHORKYAS. There, isolated
from the world, they called on me, alone, to serve them privately.
Highly flattered, I stayed near them, but did not abuse their trust; 9590
thus I kept my eyes averted, going off one way or other
to collect roots, barks, and mosses, since I know their special virtues,
and the pair was left alone.


CHORUS.
You make it sound as if inside there one might find entire worlds--
lakes and streams, and woods and meadows.
You are quite a story-
teller!

PHORKYAS.
Yes, one might, you innocents; down there are depths no man has fathomed!
Musing, I investigated rooms and courtyards never ending.

Suddenly a peal of laughter echoes through the spacious grottos;
lo! a boy is leaping from our lady's lap into her consort's,
then from there back to his mother; I am deafened by alternate
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sounds of cooing and caresses, of love's silly, playful banter,
sportive cries, and shouts of joy.
Naked, faunlike but not bestial, a true wingless genius,
he leaps down and hits the ground there, and the solid earth, reacting,
bounces him a long way upwards, and his second or third leap
9605
lets him touch the vaulted roof.

Then his mother cries, much worried: Keep on bouncing all you please,
but be sure you don't try flying; power of flight has been denied you!
And his caring father warns him: Earth possesses the resilience
which propels you ever higher; let your toe but touch the ground,
9610
and at once you will be strengthened like the son of Earth, Antaeus!
Then he leaps atop these massive cliffs and, like a batted ball,
soon is bouncing every which way from one ridge-crest to another.
Suddenly he disappears, gone in the fissure of a gorge,
and it seems that we have lost him. Mother weeps as father comforts;
worrying, I shrug my shoulders. But he reappears, and how!
Are there treasures lying hid there?
He has donned, now, flowered robes,
sumptuous and dignified.

From his arms there dangle tassels, ribbons flow about his breast;
like a miniature Apollo, in his hands the golden lyre,
he steps to the cornice-rim, all self-assurance; we're astounded.
And his parents, captivated, clasp each other, heart to heart.
How his head is bathed in radiance! What the gleam is, is uncertain--
is it goldwork, or the blazing of a never-daunted soul?
Every gesture, every motion, now proclaims him, still a boy,
future master of all beauty, one within whom there shall live
all eternal melody;
it is as such that you shall hear,
and as such that you shall see him, to your infinite amazement.


CHORUS. This, then, is your marvel,
daughter of Crete?
Can you never have listened
to what the poets have taught us?
Have you not heard the rich store
of Ionia's legends,
ancient tales of heroes and gods,
the old fables of Hellas?
All that happens today,
whatever it be,
is but a dreary echo
of the great days of our forebears;

the story you tell can't compare with what pleasing invention,
more believable than truth,
sang of the son of Maia.
Chattering gossips, his nurses,
foolishly lacking in foresight,

wrap the infant just born,
prettily little but sturdy,
in purest, downiest diapers,
in richly embroidered swaddling bands.
In no time, however, the rascal,
little but sturdy and cunning,
is freeing his tender limbs,
fully supple already,
and the purple shawl that confined him,
he leaves in place of himself--
like a butterfly ready for life
and unfolding its wings as it agilely
slips from pupal confinement
and ventures, wantonly fluttering,
into the sunlit air's radiance.

Even so he, agile indeed,
demonstrates promptly now
by his skill and adroitness
that as guardian genius he always
will favor the thief and the rascal,
and all who are eager for profit.
Soon from the Lord of the Sea he has
stolen
the trident and, right from its sheath,
slyly Ares' own sword,
as well as Phoebus' arrow and bow,
and the tongs of Hephaestus,
and would, but for fear of fire,
take even Zeus' lightning, his father's;
but he does, by tripping him up,
9675
vanquish Eros as wrestler
and steal, while Cypria holds him,
from off her bosom the girdle.

Pleasing, purely melodic music of stringed instruments is heard from the
grotto. All listen attentively, and soon seem deeply affected by it. --
From this point to the pause after v. 9938 there is full musical
accompaniment.


PHORKYAS. Hear those strains of lovely music,
liberate yourselves from myth!
9680
Do not cling to ancient gods--a sorry lot that's now passe.


What you say, no more has meaning;
we today are more exacting:
nothing can affect our hearts
9685
that does not have its source in feeling.


PHORKYAS moves back to the cliffs.

CHORUS. Dreaded creature who can like
these ingratiating sounds,
we, who've been restored to life,
know that we are moved to tears.
9690

Let the sun's light lose its splendor
now that dawn is bright within us
and we find within ourselves
what the world will not provide.


Enter HELEN, FAUST, and EUPHORION in the costume already described.

EUPHORION. If you hear the songs of children, 9695
their delight is yours as well;
when you see me dance to music,
your parental hearts dance too.


HELEN. Love, to make us humans happy,
brings a worthy pair together,
9700
but to make their pleasure perfect
it creates a precious Three.


FAUST. All our wishes are fulfilled:
I am yours, and you are mine;
we now stand here united 'nay we be so evermore!

CHORUS.
For this couple there are promised
many years of family happiness
in the aura of their child.
It is all profoundly touching!


EUPHORION. Let me try skipping,
then let me try leaping!
Now what I want most, want most of all,
is to go high,
high up in the sky.


FAUST. Try to be careful,
don't take any risks!
We do not want
our darling to fall
and to be badly hurt--
we wouldn't survive that!


EUPHORION. I won't stick around
on the ground any longer;
let go of my hands,
don't touch my hair,
leave my clothing alone!
They're mine, are mine!


HELEN. Stop and remember
to whom you belong,
think how you're hurting us,
how you're destroying
the wonderful family
we three established!


CHORUS. Their oneness, I fear
won't last much longer!

HELEN AND FAUST.
Please, for your parents' sake
try to control
this violent excitement.
Have a nice quiet time
here in the country!


EUPHORION.
Simply to please you
I'm holding back,


(He weaves through the CHORUS, drawing them
into a dance figure
.)

am quietly dancing
with these happy girls.
Is this kind of motion
and music all right
?


HELEN
Yes, that's what we like;
show those young beauties
how one should dance.


FAUST. I wish this were over!
All these mad antics
make me uneasy.


CHORUS (singing, as it performs intricate figures with EUPHORION).
When your arms move
with such delicate grace
and you are tossing
that bright curly hair,
when your foot lightly
glides over the ground
and, linked all together,
we whirl and we dance--
then, lovely boy,
you've accomplished your aim:
all of our hearts
are now become yours.

Pause.

EUPHORION.
You shall be all
light-footed does--
hurry, away,
to start this new game!
I'll be the hunter,
you the ones chased.


CHORUS.
In order to catch us
you won't need to run,
for all we desire,
our ultimate hope,
is to embrace
so handsome a creature!


EUPHORION.
Off through the grove
in every direction!
I can't bear to have
what's easily gained;
only what's conquered
affords true delight.


HELEN AND FAUST.
What temerity and madness--
there's no hope of moderation!
Hear the sound of hunting horns
echo in the wood and valley--
what disorder! What an outcry!


CHORUS (entering singly, in haste).
He raced past each one of us;
scorning us derisively,
now he's dragging back with him
the wildest girl there is among us.


Enter EUPHORION, carrying a young girl.

EUPHORION.
Here I bring this stalwart girl
and shall enjoy what I have won;
for my pleasure and delight
I embrace her struggling breast,
kiss the mouth that shrinks from me,
demonstrate my stronger will.


GIRL. Let me go! I too possess
strength of mind and force of soul--
peer of yours, a woman's will
does not have to be so pliant.
Do you think that I am helpless?
Fool, to trust your arm so much!
Keep your hold as I enjoy
letting you burn with flames that scorch!

(Bursting into flame, she rises out of sight.)


Follow me into the air,
or into the chilly grave,
if you'd catch the prize you've lost!


EUPHORION (shaking off the remnants of flame).
How can I stay here,
cramped by these cliffs
in the midst of a forest--
youth is still vital!
There are winds that roar
and billows that thunder.
I hear them now distantly!
0, to be near!


EUPHORION leaps ever farther up the cliffs.

HELEN, FAUST, AND CHORUS.
Must you play the mountain goat!
Our great fear is that you'll fall.


EUPHORION.
Higher still--I must climb higher,
gain an ever broader view!
Now I know where I am!
This is the center
of Pelops' island,
kin to both earth and sea.


CHORUS. Can't you endure
peaceful mountains and woods?
Let us now gather
grapes in the vineyards,
grapes on the hillside,
figs, and gold apples.
Stay and be good
in this land that's so good!


EUPHORION.
Do you dream that there's peace? 9835
Dream on, if you must!
War! is the countersign,
Win! the echoing shout.


CHORUS.
He who in peace-time
wants war again,
9840
has bidden farewell
to hope and its joys.


EUPHORION.
Those this endangered land
bore?to face danger,
free and courageous,
9845
not stinting their blood,
filled with a holy zeal
nothing can quench--

may, for these fighters,
hope be rewarded!
9850

CHORUS.
Look! Look up! How high he's climbed,
though he does not seem to dwindle:
a warrior on his way to triumphs,
wielding steel, in brazen armor.

EUPHORION.
Walls and moats do not protect them, 9855
everyone is self-reliant--
the sure fortress for survival
is man's unrelenting will.

If you want to live unconquered,
off to battle, lightly armed!
9860
Let your wives be Amazons,
and a hero, every child!


CHORUS. May sacred Poetry
always rise heavenward!
Shine, fairest star,
9865
from the distance forever!
Yet we still glimpse the light
and still hear the song,
have cause to rejoice.


EUPHORION. No, this is not a child you see, 9870
I am a young man fully armed;
companion of strong, free, bold men,
in spirit I have shared their deeds.
Away!

See there,
the path to glory lies before us!

HELEN and FAUST.
You're no sooner summoned into life
and enjoy a day's serenity
than you yearn, from dizzying steps,
for a place of hurt and pain.
9880
Don't you care
for us at all?
Is the joy we share a dream?


EUPHORION.
Hear that thunder on the sea!
It re-echoes through the valleys;
9885
might meets might, in dust, on water--
troop after troop knows agony.
Now, at last,
men understand:
Death! is an imperative:
9890

HELEN, FAUST, and CHORUS.
Dreadful word that makes us shudder!
Do you also need to die?


EUPHORION.
Should I watch from far away?
No! Their distress and cares are mine
.

HELEN, FAUST and CHORUS.
Rash pride and peril 9895
together mean death.


EUPHORION.
Not so! Wings spread
to sustain me!
I must get there?
let me have flight!
9900

He flings himself into the air. For a moment his garments support him
and his head radiates light; a luminous tail follows him.


CHORUS.
Icarus! Icarus!
Grievous event!


A handsome young man falls at the feet of HELEN and FAUST; the body
suggests a well-known figure, but disappears immediately as the aureole
rises skywards like a comet while the garments remain on the stage.


HELEN and FAUST.
Brief joy has ended
in merciless pain.


EUPHORION (from below).
Mother, don't leave me here 9905
down in the darkness, alone!


Pause.

CHORUS (dirge).
Not alone, no matter where you are!
for we know who you must be;
you may hasten from this life,
but our hearts are always with you.
9910
It is hard to express sadness
for a fate we praise and envy:
whether day was bright or dreary,

your bold song had lofty beauty.

Although born for this world's blessings,
endowed with strength and of high lineage,
soon you sacrificed your birthright
and
an early blossom died:
eyes that clearly saw the world,
empathy with every feeling,
ardent love for woman's worth,
and a music all your own.


But your headlong rush enmeshed you
in the snare that saps our will,
and you made yourself the foe
of propriety and law;
yet at last a pure high purpose
filled your soul again with substance;
you had hopes of great achievement--
you were not fated to succeed.


Who can succeed? Somber question
that, as all mankind lies bleeding,
speechless, on a day of doom,
muffled fate declines to answer.--
Now strike up new songs once more,
be no longer deeply bowed;
earth will engender songs again
as it always has before.


Complete pause. The music ceases.

HELEN (to FAUST).
An ancient saw, alas! holds true for me as well:
beauty and happiness can form no lasting union.
The bond of love, the tie to life, are torn asunder;

I mourn for both and, with a sorrowful farewell,
I fling myself, this one more time, into your arms.--
Persephoneia, now receive this youth and me!

HELEN embraces FAUST and vanishes, leaving her robes and veil in his
arms.


PHORKYAS (to FAUST).
Hang on to what, after all this, is left you! 9945
That dress--hold on to it! Already daemons
eager to drag it to the underworld,
are snatching at its corners. Hang on tight!
No longer your lost goddess, still it has
celestial attributes. Turn to account
9950
this priceless gift and soar on it aloft!
As long as you endure it will transport you
ough the skies, far from the common world.
We'll meet again--far, far away from here.

HELEN'S garments, dissolving into clouds, envelop FAUST,
lift him up, and carry him away.


PHORKYAS (picking up EUPHORION'S clothes and lyre and advancing to the
proscenium, where he raises them aloft
).

Here is another lucky find!
I'm well aware the flame's gone out,
but doubt the world feels any loss.
Enough is left to get your poets started
and make for bitter competition in their trade;
although I can confer no talents,
at least I have some clothing I can lend them.


PHORKYAS sits down beside a column of the proscenium.

PANTHALIS.
Come, quickly, girls! No more befuddled by that hag
from ancient Thessaly, we're rid at last of magic spells
and of that'roar of jingling, complicated notes
that disconcert the ear and, even more, the mind.

Now down to Hades! where our queen, with measured tread,
has gone so swiftly. Let her faithful servants' feet
follow directly, step by step, the path she trod,
We'll find her at
the throne of the Inscrutable

CHORUS.
Queens, as well we know, remain happy everywhere;
even in Hades they outrank all others,
are proud companions of their peers
and intimates of Queen Persephone.
We, however, in the background--

distant fields of asphodel--12
placed beside long rows of poplars,
and a mass of barren willows,
what entertainment will we have?
Some bat-like kind of squeaking,
dreary words in ghostly whispers!


PANTHALIS.
Those who have earned no fame and lack high purpose
belong to elemental matter--so, begone!

My ardent, loyal desire is to join my queen;
no less than merit, faith preserves identity.


CHORUS.
We have been restored to the day and its light;
that we are persons no longer,
we are well aware--
but to Hades we need never return.

Now, as ever-living Nature
claims us spirits as her own,
we make our valid claims of her.


A PART OF THE CHORUS.
Here amid these myriad branches, softly stirring, gently rustling,
we shall lure with our endearments, from the roots, the springs of life
into each bough and, now with leafage, now with blossoms in abundance,
ornament the fluttering tresses, freed to prosper in the air.
9995
When the fruits drop, there will gather gladdened herds and happy
people,
pressing briskly, coming quickly, eager to collect and taste them;
all will then bend down around us, as if to the primal gods.


A SECOND PART.
We, in gentle undulation, will caress these precipices
clinging to their even surface, now a distant-gleaming mirror;
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to all sounds we'll be attentive, to song of birds, to reedy pipings,
prompt to answer all the voices, even Pan's terrific cry;
murmurs we return as murmurs; when it thunders, then our thunder
doubly, triply, tenfold answers with its own augmented roll.


A THIRD PART.
Sisters! We, more fond of motion, will pursue the hurrying streams,
lured to seek those distant ranges with their hills so richly mantled;
going always downwards, lower, with meandering waves we'll water
first the pasture, next the meadows, then the garden by the house
whose existence is denoted by the tips of cypress rising
over landscape, placid water, and the shore along a river.
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THE FOURTH PART.
You may go as suits your wishes! Gently sighing, we'll encircle
closely planted slopes and hillsides where the well-staked vine grows
green; there the vintner's constant presence will afford us demonstration
of his loving patient labors and their never sure success.
As he toils with hoe or shovel, while he's hilling, pruning, tying,
mois all the gods receive his prayers--Phoebus, though, most frequently.
The voluptuary, Bacchus, disregards his faithful servant
and reclines in cave or arbor, prattling with the youngest faun;
all that he has ever needed for his semi-drunken visions
can be seen beside his grottos, in their everlasting coolness
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stored for him in wineskins, amphorae,
13 and other vessels.
After all the gods together--Helios the most of all--
have piled high the grapes they fanned and moistened, warmed and heated,
suddenly there's life and motion where the quiet vintner
14 labored,
noise amid the year's new leafage, scurrying from vine to vine.
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Baskets creak and buckets rattle, dossers
15 groan on bearers' backs;
all moves toward the giant winevat and the treaders' sturdy dance;
thus, then, is the sacred plenty of the pure-born juicy berry
rudely crushed; to foam and splatter, all becomes an ugly mash.
Now we hear a piercing clangor, brumes clash and gongs are struck:
from the veil of mysteries. lo! Dionysus has emerged;
he appears with his attendants, satyrs whirling satyresses,
and all the while there's the wild braying of Silenus' long-eared beast.
No decorum any longer--it's been crushed by cloven feet!
All the senses whirl, are giddy, every ear is cruelly deafened.
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Drunkards grope for cups and glasses, heads are splitting, paunches bursting;
but if someone urges caution, he but makes their passions wilder:
to provide new wine with storage, last year's wineskins must be emptied!


The curtain falls. PHORKYAS, in the proscenium, rises to a gigantic height,
then steps down from the cothurni, pushes back mask and veil, and stands
revealed as
MEPHISTOPHELES, prepared to comment on the play, as much
as may be necessary, in an epilogue.




ACT IV


HIGH MOUNTAINS


Rugged, serrated peaks. A cloud floats in and touches a peak, then settles on
a projecting ledge; it then divides.



FAUST (stepping forth from the cloud).
As my eyes see the utter solitude below
I step with care onto the margin of these peaks
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and send away the cloud that during sunlit days
softly transported me across the land and sea.

It slowly separates from me without dispersing.
The greater part, a massive sphere, is pressing eastward,
followed by my admiring and astonished gaze:
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although its changing billows, as they move, divide,
it seems to shape a figure. -- Yes, my eyes are right! --
I see, stretched out in sun-gilt splendor on a couch,
a gigantic, yet still godlike, woman's form.
In its majestic loveliness it hovers there
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within my sight, resembling Juno, Leda, Helen!

Already it moves on! Like distant icy masses
piled high upon each other, there in the east it stays,
a dazzling symbol of these fleeting days' vast import.


Yet one bright tenuous streak of mist still hovers near 10,055
and cheers me with its cool caress on heart and brow.

Lightly it rises, hesitates, goes higher still,
and draws together, -- Am I entranced by a mirage
of what, when young, I valued most, but lost long since?

Deep in my heart youth's first rich springs well up; I see 10,060
the image of love's dawn, its carefree happiness--
that swiftly felt, first, scarcely comprehended vision
which, had it lasted, would surpass all other treasures.
Like inward beauty of the soul the lovely form
grows clearer, rises, not dissolving, to the ether,
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and draws away with it my best and inmost self.


A seven-league boot plumps itself down, immediately followed by another;
after
MEPHISTOPHELES has stepped down from them, they stride quickly
away.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I'd call that making proper progress!
But tell me now,
what's gotten into you
and made you land amid the horror
of these hideous maws of rock?
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I know them well, though not in this location,
since they once paved the floor of hell.


FAUST. You're never at a loss for silly legends,
and now, I see, you're going to offer me another.


MEPHISTOPHELES (with gravity).
When God, our lord--for reasons I well understand--
banished us from the skies down to those lowest depths

where all about a glowing core
eternal fire feeds on its own flames,
we found ourselves, despite--too much--good light,
in very cramped, uncomfortable quarters.
We devils all began to cough,
emitting puffs from top and bottom;
sulphuric fumes inflated hell
with such a vast amount of reeking gas
that very soon the earth's flat crust,
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thick though it was, could only crack and burst.
What we see now is upside down,
the bottom's now become the top--
this is the basis of those glorious doctrines
that turn all values topsy-turvy.
And so we fled our over-heated dungeon,
and gained new, greater freedom as princes of the air.

I have disclosed a mystery, one long concealed
and only recently revealed to all the world.
(Eph. 6, 12.)

FAUST.
I--I'll always see in mountains silent grandeur 10,095
and do not ask about their whence or why.

When Nature, from herself, created nature,
she made this globe complete and perfect;
pleased with its peaks and its abysses,
she set the mountains and the rocks in line,
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then formed the easier slopes below
and drew them gently outward to form valleys.
There all is verdant growth, and for her happiness
chaotic madness is redundant.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
How you talk! You think that's all as clear as day, 10,105
but one who saw it all knows better.

I was down there when the abyss was seething
and welled up raising floods of flame,
when Moloch's hammer, welding rock to rock,
cast bits of shattered mountains far and wide.
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The heavy chunks lie where they don't belong,
and what ballistic force can be the explanation?
Philosophers and scientists are at a loss:
there is the rock, they say, you'll have to let it lie,
since we are hopelessly confounded by it
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Only the honest common people know the truth
and, in their ancient wisdom,
are not to be dissuaded from it:
the rock's a miracle, and credit's due to Satan.
My travelers, with the crutch of their credulity,
hobble along to Devil's Rocks and Bridges


FAUST. It's interesting to see, I must admit,
the view that devils have of nature.

MEPHISTOPHELES. A fig for yours! Be nature as it may,
I'll stake my life on this: the devil was on hand!
Our kind are specialists in what's colossal,
upheaval, chaos, violence
--you see their signs about you.
But let me now return to clear and simple language.
Back here upon our earth, has nothing pleased you?
You've now surveyed, in measureless expanses,
the kingdoms of the world and all their glory.
(Matt. 4.) Y
et I suppose, since nothing ever suits you,
that you saw nothing you desired.

FAUST.
You're wrong! Something important aroused my interest.
Try guessing!


MEPHISTOPHELES.
That won't take too long.
I'd pick
some capital whose center
sustains itself by dreary trade,
with crooked narrow streets and gabled peaks,
a crowded market filled with onions, cabbage, beets,
and meat stalls where flies hang about
to feast upon the greasy joints;
there you are sure, at any time,
to find activity and noisesome odors;
next, broad streets and spacious squares
pretending to gentility;
and finally, outside the city gates,
suburbs stretching on for ever.
To top all that, I'd love to watch
the carriages, the noisy traffic,
the teeming ant-like colonies
that never cease their to and fro.
And if I drove or if I rode,
I'd always be the cynosure
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of people by the hundred thousands.


FAUST. That could not ever satisfy me!
It's nice to see the population grow,
the people make a fairly decent living,
and get some culture and more education--
but you are only training rebels.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
And then, aware of my importance,
I'd build a chateau in some pleasant spot,
converting wood and hill, champaign and farmland,
into
a park of great magnificence
with velvet lawns before its walls of verdure,
straight paths, correctly managed shadows,
cascades that plunge in pairs down rocks,
and jets from every kind of fountain
that rise imposingly while at their sides
a thousand piddling sprays are hissing.
I'd also have less formal residences
for rendezvous with lovely ladies
and in them spend time without end
in pleasantly gregarious solitude--

I speak of ladies for a simple reason:
I always think of beauties in the plural.


FAUST. Sardanapalus--tawdry, but still quite in fashion!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Perhaps I'll guess what's fired your ambition--
something sublime and daring, I am sure!
Did you, while floating near the moon, not have
the lunatic desire for a lunar voyage?


FAUST. No, not at all! Here in this world
there still is room enough for deeds of greatness.
Astounding things shall be achieved--I feel
in me the strength that will sustain bold efforts.


MEPHISTOPHELES. So what you want is to win glory?
It's obvious that you have been with heroines.


FAUST. I wish to rule and have possessions!
Acts alone count--glory is nothing.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Nevertheless, there will be poets glad to tell
posterity what splendid things you did
and with their folly kindle other folly.


FAUST. What you call folly is no threat to you.
What do you know of human aspirations?
How can your bitter, sharp, and hostile temperament
know what it is that mankind needs?


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Have it your way! What you want will be done;
make me the confidant of all your various whims.

FAUST.
The ocean far below attracted my attention;
it surged and rose to towering heights,
then it abated, scattering its waves,
that hastened to assault the low, broad shore.
And I was vexed--for arrogance,
unbridled blood, will always cause
uneasy feelings in a spirit
that, though free, respects all laws and rights.
I thought it chance, but looking close I saw
the surge desist, and then roll back and leave
the goal it had so proudly reached;
at certain times what happens is repeated.


MEPHISTOPHELES (ad spectatores).
There's nothing new in this for me to learn; 10,210
I've known that for a hundred thousand years.

FAUST (continuing, with passion).
The surging sea creeps into every corner,
barren itself and spreading barrenness,
expands and grows and rolls, and covers
a long expanse of ugly desolation.
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Imbued with strength, wave after wave holds power
but then withdraws, and nothing's been accomplished--
a sight to drive me to despair,
this aimless' strength of elemental forces!

This has inspired me to venture to new heights, 10,220
to wage war here against these forces and subdue them.
It can be done!--
Although the tides may flood,
when there's a hill they gently press beyond it;
however arrogant their motions,
the slightest mound confronts them proudly,
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the slightest depth attracts them to itself.
And so I quickly worked out plans,
resolving to obtain a precious satisfaction:
to bar the shore to the imperious sea,
narrow the limits of the ocean's great expanse,
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and force the waters back into themselves.

I've worked out every step within my mind;
this is what I want, what you must help me do!


A distant sound of drums and martial music is heard from the right-rear of
the audience.


MEPHISTOPHELES. That should be easy! Do you hear distant drums?

FAUST. War once again! Bad news for all who're sensible! 10,235

MEPHISTOPHELES. With war or peace, what's sensible
is to derive advantage from it.

You wait and watch for the right moments.
This is your opportunity. Now, Faustus, seize it!

FAUST. Spare me your enigmatic nonsense! 10,240
Get to the point, explain what you're proposing!

MEPHISTOPHELES. On my way here it came to my attention
that the kind Emperor is having problems.
You know what he is like. When we provided him
with entertainment and false riches,
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he thought the whole world could be had for money.

He was still young when he came to the throne,
and so he drew the false conclusion
that it was proper and commendable
to practice two activities at once
to govern, and to lead a life of pleasure.

FAUST. A grave mistake! A ruler's happiness
must be derived from how he rules;
he must have lofty strength of purpose,
but none must know his purposes;
his whisper in a faithful ear
becomes some deed at which mankind will marvel;

thus he may hold supremacy
and merit it.--
The cult of pleasure is degrading.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
That's not our man. He cultivated pleasure!
Meanwhile, the empire fell apart in anarchy
as great and small all feuded with each other,
as brother banished or slew brother,
and castle fought with castle, town with town,
the guilds with the patriciate,
and bishops with their chapter and their parish;
all men were enemies at sight.
In church they murdered and assassinated;
outside the towns, no merchant traveled safe.
Audacity became a common trait--
to live was self-defense.
--Thus things went on.

FAUST. You mean they staggered, fell, got up again,
then went head over heels, collapsing in a heap.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
And no one dared deplore the situation,
for all now had the will and right to be important.
The paltriest were anybody's equals
until, at last, the best got tired of the madness.
Men of ability rebelled, and said:
Let him be ruler who'll establish order;
the Emperor can't and won't, so let's hold an election
and have a new one give our land new life
and guarantee each subject's safety;
thus, in a world that starts afresh,
we shall let righteousness and peace be wed.


FAUST. That sounds quite clerical.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Well, there were clerics
who, to protect their well-fed paunches,
played a more active part than did the others.
Turmoil increased, then it was sanctified,

and so the Emperor, whose heart we'd lightened,
marches this way, perhaps to his last battle.


FAUST. I feel for his distress; he was so kind and easy.

MEPH.
Let's see how things are going--while there's life, there's hope!
We'll get him out of this confining valley;
once he is safe, he'll have a thousand chances more,
and who knows how the dice will fall next time?
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If he should win, he'll win his vassals back.

They cross the next lower range of mountains and view the disposition of
the army in the valley below, from which the sound of drums and military
music arises.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I see they've occupied a good position;
with us beside them, victory is certain.

FAUST. But what can we provide? Illusions,
the empty make-believe of magic!
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MEPHISTOPHELES.
The stratagems that win all battles!
Do not relapse into faint-heartedness,
remember what great plans you have:
if we preserve his throne and lands for him,
you'll kneel before the Emperor and get
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the boundless shore you seek as fief.


FAUST. You have performed a lot of feats so far,
so go ahead and win a battle too!

MEPHISTOPHELES.
No, you will win it; you shall be
the general in charge today.
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FAUST. It is absurd to put me in command
of matters I don't understand at all.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Leave such things to your General Staff;
you, as field marshal, won't have any worries.
I long since saw war's horrors coming 10,315
and, to help out, created
a war-council
of primal mountains' primal-human forces;

he's lucky, who has gathered them together.

FAUST. What's that I see there, bearing arms?
Have you involved the mountaineers? 10,320

MEPHISTOPHELES. No! But I do, like Peter Quince,17
provide the quintessence of all of them.


Enter the THREE MIGHTY MEN. (2 Sam. 23, 8.)

MEPHISTOPHELES. Here come my fellows now! As you can see,
each is a different age and has
a different kind of clothes and armor;
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you'll find that they are worth their salt.

(Ad spectatores.) Today you cannot find a child who doesn't dote
on suits of armor or a uniform,
and since they're allegories too,
these wretches will but please the better.
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BULLY (young, wearing light armor, and dressed in motley).
Whoever tries to stare me down
will feel my fist where he had teeth,
and if he tries to run away,
I'll grab the coward by his hair!


GET-QUICK (mature, well armed and richly dressed).
It's folly to seek pointless brawls 10,335
they're nothing but a waste of time.
Never forget to grab the hooey,
and settle other matters later!

HOLD-ON (well on in years, heavily armed and unostentatiously dressed).
That, too, won't get you very far--
in the torrential stream of life 10,340
great wealth is quickly dissipated.
It's well and good to take, but better still to keep;

let this old fellow manage things,
and your reserves will never be depleted.


(All descend to a lower level.)



ON A FOOTHILL


Drums and martial music from below; the imperial tent is being pitched. ?
Enter the
EMPEROR, the GRAND-MASTER, as COMMANDING GENERAL, and
BODYGUARDS.


GENERAL. I still believe it was a prudent plan 10,345
to have withdrawn and concentrated all our forces

in this well-situated valley;
I have high hopes that this will prove the proper choice.

EMPEROR. We'll have to wait and see what happens;
this half-retreat chagrins me nonetheless.
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GENERAL. Observe, my liege, where our right flank is placed.
Terrains like this are the tactician's dream:
the hills, not steep, yet not too easy either,
will help our troops and cause the enemy trouble;
we're half concealed here on this rolling land;
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their cavalry will never dare approach us.

EMPEROR. I can't withhold approval any longer;
stout arms and hearts now have a chance to test their strength.

GENERAL. Here, at our center, where the fields are flat,
you see our phalanx, ready to attack; 10,360
high in the air their pikes reflect the sunlight
and glitter through the morning haze.
Thousands of men aflame with love of glory
there form a great, dark, heaving square!

This tells us how tremendous are our numbers; 10,365
I have no doubt they'll split the enemy's forces.

EMPEROR. This is the first time that I've seen them all so well;
an army such as this is worth one twice its size.


GENERAL. About our left flank nothing need be said;
our bravest men are holding that steep cliff,
upon whose rocks you see the flash of weapons,
and which protects this valley's vital pass.
It's there that I expect the enemy
will suffer bloody, unforeseen disaster.


EMPEROR. There they advance, those lying kinsmen
who called me Uncle, Cousin, Brother
as they kept taking ever greater liberties
and robbed my throne of honor, my scepter of its power,
who next laid waste our lands with feuds,
and who have now all joined against me in rebellion.
Many have not made up their wavering minds,
but they will rush along in any torrent's wake.


GENERAL. A trusted man, sent out to reconnoiter,
is hurrying downhill; let's hope his news is good!

A SCOUT.
Thanks to boldness and to cunning
we've succeeded in our mission,
gotten through the lines and back;

but our news is not too good.
Many subjects swear they're loyal,
many troops vow their allegiance;
foreign and domestic dangers are
the excuse for their inaction.

EMPEROR. What egoism teaches is self-preservation,
not gratitude, affection, duty, honor.
Do you forget that, when accounts are settled,
your neighbor's burning house may burn you out as well?


GENERAL. Here comes a second scout, but his descent is slow,
his limbs are trembling with fatigue.

SECOND SCOUT. For a while we watched, well pleased,
not marching in confusion;
suddenly, to our surprise,
a new emperor appeared,
and in order multitudes
now are marching through the field.
Sheep-like, all are following
the false flags that were unfurled!

EMPEROR. An anti-emperor's a benefit to me;
at last I really feel I'm Emperor.
I donned this armor simply as a soldier,
but now I wear it with a nobler purpose.
Although at your most splendid tournaments
all was provided, what I missed was danger;
you only recommended tilting at the rings
while I, with eager heart, desired jousting;
and had you not dissuaded me from waging wars,
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my brilliant exploits would long since have won me glory.
I felt my self-reliance was confirmed
when I beheld myself inside that sphere of flame;
the fearful element pressed in about me,
illusion only, but one truly grand.
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I've had confusing dreams of victory and fame;
I'll now make up what I have wantonly neglected.


HERALDS are dispatched to challenge the Anti-emperor to single combat.
Enter
FAUST, in armor, with half-closed visor, and the THREE MIGHTY
MEN, armed and attired as already described.

FAUST. We hope you won't object to our appearing;
prevision's useful even in untroubled times.

You know that mountain people are deep thinkers, 10,423
can read what nature's written in the rocks.
Spirits, who left the lowland long ago,
are fonder now of mountain rocks than ever;
through labyrinthine crevices they toil
in vapors laden with the gas of precious metals;
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they analyze, they test, they synthesize,
obsessed with making substances unknown before.
With deftness only spirits can possess
they fashion clear transparent forms;
then, in the crystal's everlasting silence,
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they see what happens in the world above.


EMPEROR. I've heard and credit what you say;
but tell me, my good man, how it applies to us.

FAUST. At Norcia lives a Sabine necromancer
who is your loyal, faithful servant.
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How fearful was the fate that menaced him!
The faggots crackled, tongues of fire had appeared;
surrounded by dry piles of interlocking boards,
to which they'd added pitch and sulphur-matches,
he was beyond the help of man, or God, or devil; 10,443
but you released him, Sire, from fiery bondage.

That was in Rome. As your eternal debtor,
he follows your career with deep solicitude.
Ever since then unmindful of himself, he now
consults the stars and underworld for you alone.
He charged us urgently to hasten to your aid.

Great forces are at work there in the mountains,
where nature is omnipotent and free;
dull-witted priests denounce such things as magic.


EMPEROR. When we salute, on festive days,
the cheerful guests who come to share good cheer,
we watch with pleasure as they push and crowd
and make our halls seem insufficient.
But no one is more welcome than the worthy man
who offers us his help and strength
at this precarious morning hour
controlled by fate's uncertain scales.

However, at this solemn juncture,
lift from your ready sword that valiant hand
and so pay tribute to a moment when, by thousands,
men march to fight against or for me.
A man does things himself! And he who wants a crown and throne,
must demonstrate that he is worthy of them.
So let this ghost that's risen up against us,
that dubs itself the Emperor and claims our lands,
that calls itself the army's duke, our princes' liege,
be thrust by my own hand into the underworld!


FAUST. However that may be, you would be ill-advised
to risk your person in this noble enterprise.
Your helmet, with its crest and plume,
protects the head that gives our hearts their strength.
Without a head, what use are limbs?
If it is sleepy, they all droop;
if it is hurt, they all share in the wound,
but are restored as soon as it recovers.

The arm is prompt to use its innate strength
and raise the buckler, lest the head be harmed;
the sword assumes responsibility at once,
parries with vigor and returns the blow;
and then the foot shares aptly in their triumph--
it's planted quickly on the slain foe's neck.


EMPEROR.
That is my wrath exactly; that's how I'd like to treat him,
and make his insolent head my footstool.

THE HERALDS (returning).
We enjoyed but scant respect
and acceptance over there;
for our brave and noble challenge
they had scorn and ridicule:
"Emperor! He's now forgotten--
you've an echo in your valley;
`Once upon a time,' we say,
if we think or talk of him."


FAUST. This has turned out as they desired
who are your best, most loyal supporters.
The enemy approach, we're eager to see action;
bid us attack, the moment is propition.

EMPEROR. At this point I relinquish my command.
(To the GENERAL.) Your duties, Prince, are yours again

GENERAL. Have our right wing advance!
Before they reach the top, the enemy's hell.

now climbing up this hill,
shall flee our tried and true young troops.

FAUST. Permit this lively and courageous youth
to join these ranks of yours at once;
assimilated to them, he'll display
his sterling strength and character.


FAUST points to a figure at his right.

BULLY (stepping forward).
The man who lets me see his face won't turn away
with jaw and cheekbones still intact;
and
if he turns his back, his head and hair
will soon be flopping from a hideous neck.
And if, while I rampage, your men
rain blows with sword and mace,
the enemy will drop in quick succession
and drown in their own blood.


GENERAL.
Let them be followed by the center, slow and prudent;
our phalanx's total strength will thus engage the foe--
our furious forces there, a little to the right,
have already dealt their battle-plan a blow.


FAUST (pointing to the second MIGHTY MAN).
Let this man too be covered by your order!
With his elan, he'll give the rest an impetus.

GET-QUICK.
The heroism of our Emperor's troops
shall have a partner, thirst for plunder;
and so let's make our common goal
the Anti-Emperor's sumptuous tent!
He will not boast a throne much longer,
with me now at the forefront of this phalanx.

QUICKLOOT (camp-follower, clinging to his side).
Although I have no marriage lines,
this is the man whom I love best.
What a rich harvest now awaits us!
A woman's never gentle if she's grabbing,
and if she is a thief, she's merciless--

forward to victory, and no holds barred!

GENERAL.
As was to be expected, their right flank
attacks our left full-force. To the last man
our troops are to resist this furious attempt
to take the pass's narrowest stretch. 10,540

FAUST (beckoning to the left).
My lord, pray do not overlook this man;
it will not hurt to add more strength to strength.

HOLD-ON (stepping forward).
Don't give your left wing further thought!
Nothing that's held is lost when I am with it;
though old, I can be trusted as custodian, 10,545
and even lightning will not break my hold.
[Exit

MEPHISTOPHELES (descending from above).
See in the background there of jagged rock
how now from every gorge armed men
are issuing in throngs that crowd
the narrow pathways even more;
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with helmet, armor, sword, and shield
they form a rampart at our rear
that's ready to attack on signal.

(Aside, for those in the know.).

You're not to ask where they come from.
The fact is, I have not been idle;
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I've emptied every arms-collection hereabout;
these suits of armor stood or sat astride
as if they still controlled this world;
once knights and kings and emperors,

they're only empty snail's shells now; 10,560
ghosts often have used them as finery'

and helped revive some medieval fashions.
Regardless of what devil's in them,
today they're sure to be effective.
(Aloud.). Hear how they're working up a rage
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and clank when shoving one another!
Beside our standards, tattered flags now wave
that long have waited for some breezes.
Remember that these are old stock,
who gladly get involved in modern broils.
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A tremendous peal of trumpets is heard from above; the enemy forces are
seen to waver.


FAUST. Darkness has covered the horizon,
and only here and there are to be seen
ominous flashes of glowing red;
weapons already gleam with blood;
the rocks, the woods, the air, and the whole sky
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turn crimson too.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Our sturdy right flank holds its own;
I even see, surpassing all in height,
that nimble giant, Jack the Bully,
plying his trade with customary visor.

EMPEROR. Where I saw only one arm raised
I now can see a dozen flailing;
what's happening defies the laws of nature.

FAUST.
Haven't you heard of those streaks of fog
that drift along the coasts of Sicily?
There, in broad daylight, halfway up the sky,
mirrored with shimmering clarity
in exhalations of a special kind,
one sees a strange mirage:
cities are swaying to and fro,
and gardens floating up and down,
as image after image cleaves the aether.


EMPEROR.
I find it nonetheless disquieting to see
the tips of all the spears emitting sparks,
and nimble little flames
dancing along our phalanx's glittering lances.
This is too spectral for my taste
.

FAUST.
Forgive me, Sire, but those are after-traces
of long-since vanished spirit beings--
a light the Dioscuri cast,
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by whom all sailors used to swear;
for us they're making one great final effort.

EMPEROR. But tell me whom we owe it to,
that in our interest Nature has assembled
her greatest prodigies in this one place.

MEPHISTOPHELES. To whom but to that noble seer
whose heart is mindful only of your welfare!
The violence your enemies have threatened
caused him the most profound distress.
His gratitude insists that you be rescued,
though this might mean his own destruction.

EMPEROR.
To celebrate, the Romans took me everywhere in triumph;
at last I was important, and I wished to prove it;
and so, not really thinking, I saw fit
to give his white beard somewhat cooler air.
Because I spoiled their entertainment,
the clergy ceased to be my strong supporters.
Now, after all these years, am I to see
the consequences of a carefree deed?

FAUST. Instinctive kindness is a good investment:
look there, up in the sky; unless I err,
your friend's about to send a portent!
Now watch; its meaning will be soon made clear.

EMPEROR. An eagle's soaring high above us,
pursued and threatened by an angry griffin.


FAUST. Keep watching! To my mind, this augurs well:
a griffin's but a beast of fable--
how can it so forget its limitations
that it dares challenge a real eagle?


EMPEROR. Now they are wheeling in great circles
about each other; now each rushes at the same instant at the other,
eager to claw the other's breast and throat.

FAUST. See how the hateful griffin, torn and mauled,
has suffered all the hurt; see how,
with drooping lion's tail, it plunges
into the trees atop that hill and disappears.

EMPEROR. May the event confirm the omen,
which I accept amazedly.

MEPHISTOPHELES (looking toward the right).
Pressure from sustained assaults
forces them to yield the field,
and in aimless skirmishes
they are pushing toward their right;
this disrupts the battle-order
of their main contingent's left.
Our unwavering phalanx's spearhead,
moving right, with lightning speed
dashes toward that weak position.
Now, like splashing storm-tossed waves,
equal forces in their furious rage
meet together in this duel;
this surpasses all our hopes,
we've already won the battle!

EMPEROR (on the left, to FAUST).
Look! I think there's something wrong;
on the left our outpost's threatened.
I don't see them hurling stones;
lower ledges have been scaled,
higher ones have been abandoned.
See!-- Concerted masses of the foe,
pressing ever nearer now,
may have seized the pass already--
end result of godless efforts!
In vain are all your stratagems.

Pause.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
There is my pair of ravens coming--
I wonder what their message is?
It's possible that something's wrong.

EMPEROR. What do these dismal birds portend?
The way their sable sails are set,
they've come from that fierce mountain fray.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to the ravens).
Perch here, close to my ears.
No one is lost who has your patronage;
advice you give is good to follow.

FAUST (to the EMPEROR).
You've surely heard how homing pigeons
return from the most distant lands
to where they nest and feed their young.
Here it's the same, with an important difference:
a dove may carry peace-time mail,
but war requires somber messengers.

MEPHISTOPHELES. The news they bring is dire:
see how, up on those heights of rock,
our soldier-heroes stand endangered!
The near-by heights already have been scaled,
and should the pass itself be taken,
our own position will be critical.

EMPEROR. Then I am now betrayed completely!
The net into which you have drawn me
gave me the horrors from the very start.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Do not despair! All is not lost.
Patience and cunning will resolve the plot--
things often look their worst, close to the end.
I've messengers on whom I can rely;
command that I be given the command!

GENERAL (who has moved to the EMPEROR'S side).
That you allied yourself with these two men
has bothered me right from the start;
no lasting good can come from magic.
I can't control the course of battle;
since they began it, let them end it;
I'm giving back the marshal's baton.

EMPEROR. Keep it until some better time
that fortune may bestow on us.
This villain and his raven-friends
fill me with horror and disgust.

(To MEPHISTOPHELES.)

I can't entrust this staff to you,
who do not seem the proper man;
but take command, avert defeat,
and let what can be done, be done!

The EMPEROR, with the GRAND-MASTER, withdraws into his tent.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
I hope his baton will protcct him;
it wouldn't be much use to us--
it had some cross or other on it.

FAUST. What must we do?

MEPHISTOPHELES. All has been done!--
Now, my black cousins who're such eager servants,
be off to the great mountain-lake, and ask-
politely--the undines to lend us a mock-flood.
They know the trick, that is a woman's secret,
of separating semblance from reality,
so all will swear that what they see is real.


Pause.

FAUST. It's clear our ravens' flattery
has stirred your water sprites profoundly;
I see a trickle there already.
Freshets are gushing forth in various places
where only bare, dry rock was seen;

their victory is now defeat.

MEPHISTOPHELES. They are amazed by this strange welcome,
their boldest climbers are dumbfounded.


FAUST. Now one great rushing stream turns into many brooks,
that soon reissue doubled from their gorges
and form a mighty waterfall;
this torrent comes to rest upon a bed of rock
and fills its broad expanse with raging foam,
then plunges tier by tier into the valley.
What good is gallant, hero-like resistance
when this vast flood will sweep them all away?
I am myself appalled by its fierce surging.


MEPHISTOPHELES. I see no part of these aquatic lies--
the human eye alone can be deceived--
but am amused by what is happening.
Whole mobs are now in headlong flight;
the fools believe that they are drowning,
and though they stand and breathe on solid ground,
run ludicrously about with swimming motions.

There's now confusion everywhere.

(To the ravens, who have returned.)

I shall commend you to our Lord and Master;
but if you'd like to show that you yourselves are masters,

speed to the glowing forge at which,
with endless energy, the dwarfs
strike sparks from ores and metals.
Persuade them, with a long oration,
to lend you fire, of the kind our Master likes,
that glows, and sparkles, and explodes.
There's nothing special when, summer nights,
you see heat lightning in the distance
and falling stars shoot flashing from the zenith,
but summer lightning in a mate of bushes
and stars that hiss along wet ground
are not an every-day occurrence.

But don't make an inordinate effort--
start start with entreaties, then give orders.


The ravens leave, and what is described by MEPHISTOPHELES is seen oc-
curring.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Now let dense blackness shroud the foe,
their every step be an uncertain groping
as sparks flit waywardly about them
and sudden lightnings daze their vision!

That hardly could have been improved on;
but horrid noises are required too.


FAUST. The empty armor from funereal halls
regains its vigor here in the fresh air;
that continuous clank and rattle up above
provides a strange, discordant note.


MEPHISTOPHELES. The fact is that they can no longer be restrained;
you hear the sound of knightly cudgels
'list as one did back in the good old days.
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Arm-guards and leg-pieces have once more become
the Guelfs and Ghibellines, and hasten
to start their endless feud again.
Inheriting their fixed opinions,
they are immune to reconciliation;
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you now can hear their bluster everywhere.
When all is said and done, at diabolic revels
it's party hatred that is most effective
and is their culminating horror.
Let its abhorrent, frightening voice,
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at times so shrill and stridently satanic,
spread panic throughout all the valley:


Warlike tumult in the orchestra, finally changing into lively military tunes.


THE ANTI-EMPEROR'S TENT


A throne and lavish trappings. Enter GET-QUICK and QUICKLOOT.


QUICKLOOT. We are here first, then, after all!

GET-QUICK. No raven's flight can match our speed.

QUICKLOOT. There is so much wealth piled up here!
Where should I start? Where can I stop?

GET-QUICK. The place is crammed so full with stuff,
I don't kiThw what to reach for first!


QUICKLOOT. That tapestry's just what I need--
my bed is often much too hard.


GET-QUICK. Here's a steel mace with lots of spikes,
exactly what I've long wished for.


QUICKLOOT. This scarlet cloak with a gold hem
is like what I've been dreaming of.


GET-QUICK (taking the mace).
With this you don't waste any time,
you knock them dead and keep right on.--

Your sack's already filled enough,
but what you've grabbed is not worth much.
Leave all that rubbish where it is,
and take one of these little chests;
they hold the pay that's due the troops,
each one of them's chock-full of gold.

QUICKLOOT.
This is a fiendishly great weight!
I cannot lift or carry it.

GET-QUICK. Hurry, crouch down! Bend over more--
your back is strong, I'll put it there!

QUICKLOOT. That hurts! I'm truly done for now--
the load is going to break my back!
The coffer falls and bursts open.


GET-QUICK. Your gold's now piled there on the ground;
get to work quick and snatch it up!


QUICKLOOT (crouching down).
Quick, sweep it here into my lap!
There'll still be plenty of it for us.


GET-QUICK. That is enough! Now hurry up!

(QUICKLOOT rises.)

This is too much! Your apron leaks;
no matter where you stand or walk,
you'll scatter money like a spendthrift.


Enter BODYGUARDS of the rightful emperor.

GUARDS. What are you up to in this sanctum,
ransacking the imperial treasure?


GET-QUICK. We've risked our lives and limbs for you,
and take as pay our share of loot.

That is what's done in enemy tents,
and we are in the military.

GUARDS. That's not what's done when we're around--
when're around-- being soldiers and dirty thieves.
To serve our emperor, a soldier man
must also be an honest soldier.

GET-QUICK. We know your kind of honesty,
you call it requisitioning!
We're all on the same footing here;
the password of our trade is: give!

(To QUICKLOOT.) Clear out, and take what you have got;
we are not welcome here as guests.

A GUARD. Why didn't you, right then and there,
slap that smart aleck in the face?

SECOND GUARD. It's hard to say; I lacked all strength,
and they were somehow ghost-like, too.


THIRD GUARD. Something was bothering my eyes;
my head was swimming, things were blurred.


FOURTH GUARD. I can't exactly tell you either:
It's been so sultry all day long,
oppressive, hot, uncomfortable;

as one man stood, his neighbor fell;
just groping, you would strike a blow,
and with each blow some foe was felled;

gauze seemed to hang before our eyes,
our ears heard buzzing, hisses, roars;

that never stopped, and now we're here
with no idea how it was done.


The EMPEROR enters with FOUR PRINCES; the BODYGUARDS retire to the
background.


EMPEROR.
It does not matter how! What counts is that we've won
and that the scattered foe is fled across the plain.
Here is the empty throne, and crowding in about us
is treason's treasury, wrapped up in tapestries.
We, with the full protection of our honor guard,
await as Emperor the envoys of all nations;
from all directions come reports to make us joyous,
our realms are pacified, all gladly swear allegiance.
Although our battle did involve some use of tricks,
the fact remains that we were those who did the fighting.
Sometimes coincidence, we know, will help combatants:

a stone falls from the sky, blood rains upon the foe,
and rocky caves emit mysterious, loud noises

that make the enemy less, and us much more, courageous.
The vanquished are the butt of never-ending taunts;
the victor, in his triumph, lauds Him who favored him,
and of their own free will all voices join with his
as countless throats intone "We praise Thee, now, our God."
I turn my pious eyes in highest praise however--
a thing I've rarely done--to where my own heart lies.
In youth a carefree prince may give his days to pleasure,
but with advancing years he learns the moment's worth.
To make secure forthwith my line, this court, our realm,
I join my lot with that of you four worthy men.

(To the FIRST PRINCE.)

We owe to you, o Prince, the army's wise deployment
and, at the crucial point, its bold, heroic guidance;
perform the tasks of peace the times will now require;
I here give you this sword and dub you Lord Arch-Marshal.

ARCH-MARSHAL.
When once your loyal troops, now civil war is over,
have made our borders strong, made safe your throne and person,
grant us the privilege of serving you at table
as celebrating guests crowd through ancestral halls.
Before you I will bear, beside you hold this sword,
attendant at all times upon Your Majesty.


EMPEROR (to the SECOND PRINCE).
You, sir, who are both brave and sweetly courteous
shall be Arch-Chamberlain. This is no easy office,
for you will be the head of our domestic staff,
that fails to serve me well when servants quarrel and bicker;
henceforth may they have you as their respected model
of how to please one's liege, one's court, and all one's fellows.


ARCH-CHAMBERLAIN.
To do what you enjoin will make all nobly eager
to lend good men support and treat the less good kindly,
and be undevious, reserved without deceit.

My true reward, o Sire, is how you've read my heart.
May I imagine, too, your coming celebration?
When you prepare to feast, I'll fetch the golden basin
and hold your rings for you so that on that great day,
your hands may be refreshed as I am by your gaze.


EMPEROR. My mood is still too grave for thoughts of celebration, yet be
it so! Joy, too, may serve a proper need.


(To the THIRD PRINCE.)

I've chosen you Arch-Steward, who henceforth shall be
in charge of hunting grounds, of barnyard and of manor.
Have carefully prepared, according to the season,
whatever then is best to make my favorite dishes.

ARCH-STEWARD.
No duty shall more please me than keeping a strict fast
until you can be served a dish that suits your taste.

The kitchen staff and I shall make a joint effort
to get exotic fare and expedite the seasons--
although such
luxuries do not mean much to you,
whose preferences are what's nourishing and simple.


EMPEROR (to the FOURTH PRINCE).
Since banquets seem the theme that none of you avoid,
you, my young hero, shall be changed to a cup-bearer.
As Arch-Cupbearer now, make sure that in our cellars
the best of wines are kept in plentiful supply.
Be temperate yourself, and when there's merriment
do not be led astray because occasion's offered!


ARCH-CUPBEARER.
My Lord, young people will, if only they are trusted, 10,915
achieve maturity before you notice it.
I too an see myself at your great celebration,
when I will lavishly adorn the royal buffet
with Ceremonial plate, of gold and silver only,
but for your use will save the loveliest cup of all,
of clear Venetian glass, in which delight awaits you;
it adds to the wine's taste, prevents intoxication.
Some might rely, besides, upon its precious magic,
but your sobriety protects you, Sire, still better.


EMPEROR. What I've conferred on you here in this solemn moment, 10,925
you've heard with confidence from lips that you can trust.
The Emperor's word alone enforces these donations,
but to attest the fact a formal deed's required
that bears his signature. To phrase it properly,
here comes the proper man exactly when he's needed.

Enter the CHANCELLOR-ARCHBISHOP.

EMPEROR. As soon as a great vault's entrusted to its keystone, it is
securely built for all time still to come.
You see four princes here. We've been discussing how
our house and court may have a surer permanence.
For matters that concern the empire as a whole
you five together shall have full authority.
In lands you hold you must surpass all other men,
and so I here extend your borders to include
the legacies of all who were unfaithful to us.

Thus, loyal friends, I grant you many fine estates,
together with the right, when chance permits, to add
by purchase or exchange, or by succession, to them;
it further is decreed that you may exercise
without impediment all territorial rights.
The verdicts that you give as judges will be final,
and no man shall appeal to any higher court.
All taxes, tributes, rents, safe-conducts, tolls, and fiefs,
the royalties of mines, salt-works, and mints, are yours.
To demonstrate to all my gratitude's extent, .
I've raised you to a rank next only to my own.
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ARCHBISHOP. Let me in all our names express our heartfelt thanks!
You make us powerful, and strengthen your own power.

EMPEROR. I wish to grant you five an even higher honor.
I still live for my state, still have a zest for life,
but my great forebears' seal now turns my prudent gaze 10,955
from eager aspirations to that which looms ahead.
When, in my turn, I bid the ones I love farewell,
your duty let it be to say who's my successor.
Raise him, when he is crowned, aloft the holy altar,
and so shall end in peace what was so stormy here.
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ARCHBISHOP.
With pride deep in their hearts, but humble in their bearing,
there bow before you here the first of this earth's princes.
As long as loyal blood still courses through our veins,
we'll be the body which obeys your slightest wish.


EMPEROR. And so now, to conclude, let all I've here enacted 10,965
for every age to come be ratified in writing.
You have full sovereignty in each of your estates,
with the condition, though, that none may be divided.
However you increase what you've received from us,
it shall descend upon your eldest sons entire. 10,970

ARCHBISHOP. To parchment I'll at once commit this statute which, both
for the Empire's weal and ours, is so important;
fair copy, seals, can be prepared in chancery;
your signature will then attest its sanctity.

EMPEROR. I now shall let you leave, so that you may, each one, 10,975
with tranquil mind reflect upon this glorious day.

[Exeunt the FOUR SECULAR PRINCES. ARCHBISHOP (remaining, and speaking
with pathos
).

The Chancellor withdrew. The Bishop still remains,
impelled by grave concern to seek your ear and warn it;
paternal feelings fill his heart with fears for you!


EMPEROR. What can, in this glad hour, cause you to feel alarm? 10,980

ARCHBISHOP. It grieves me bitterly to see your hallowed head
at such a time as this in covenant with Satan.
Although you seem, indeed, secure upon your throne,
you flout, alas! the Lord and flout our Holy Father.

The Pope, once he's informed, will pass a penal judgment 10,985
that shall with sacred bolts destroy your sinful realm.
He still remembers how, when you were celebrating
your coronation day, you set that sorcerer free.
To Christendom's great hurt, it was your diadem
that first shed mercy's rays upon the evil head.
But beat your breast and give, from your ill-gotten fortune,
to things of holiness a modest mite again;
confirmed in piety, donate to holy efforts
that broad expanse of hills where your pavilion stood,
where evil spirits formed a league for your protection,
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and to the Prince of Lies you lent a willing ear;
include the whole extent of mountain and thick forest,
its slopes of alpine green that offer fattening pasture,
its limpid lakes of fish, and all the brooks that plunge
with swift meanderings into the vales below;
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to this add the broad valley's meadows, flats, and bottoms--
contrition, so expressed, will gain you absolution.


EMPEROR. My grievous fault fills me with terror so profound
that any boundaries shall be what you decide.


ARCHBISHOP.
But, first, the place that sin has so defiled must be 11,005
proclaimed at once as sacred to God's service.

The mind already sees great walls that quickly rise,
the shafts of morning sun that flood the choir with light,
the edifice that grows and widens to a cross,
the soaring, lengthening nave, a joy to all the faithful
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who in their fervor now pour through the solemn doors--
from lofty towers that aspire heavenwards
the bells' first summons has sung out through hill and valley, and
penitents approach to start their lives anew.
At this great consecration--may its day be soon!--
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your presence, Sire, will be the chief and crowning glory.


EMPEROR. Let this work's magnitude proclaim a piety
that praises God our Lord and frees me of transgression.
Enough! I can feel now my sense of exaltation.


ARCHBISHOP. As Chancellor I shall soon settle all details. 11,020

EMPEROR. Bring me a formal deed of transfer to the Church,
and I'll be overjoyed to sign my name to it.

ARCHBISHOP (taking his leave, but then turning back at the entrance to
the tent
). You will, besides, devote to the work's furtherance,
in perpetuity, all local revenues:
tithes, tribute, rents.
The costs of proper maintenance 11,025
are great, and so are those of careful management.

To speed construction in so desolate a place
you'll give us from your loot some of the gold you won.
Moreover, we shall need--a fact I won't gloss over--
wood from a long way off, and lime and slate and such like;
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the people shall haul these, instructed from the pulpit;
the Church will bless the man whose team toils in her service.
[Exit.

EMPEROR. The burden of my sin is large and hard to bear;
those scoundrel sorcerers are doing me great harm.


ARCHBISHOP (returning again, with as low a bow as is possible).
Your pardon, Sire! That man of dubious character
received in fief our coasts; on them the ban will fall
unless, in penitence, to our consistory
there too you cede the tithes, the rents, the dues, the taxes.


EMPEROR (with annoyance).
That land does not exist, it's only high sea still
.

ARCHBISHOP.
The right time always comes for patient and just causes.
For our part, we expect your promise to be valid.


EMPEROR (solus).
At this rate I'll have soon signed all my realm away. [Exit.


Act V


A BROAD LANDSCAPE


Enter a TRAVELER


TRAVELER. Yes, they're there, the same dark lindens
now grown old, but sturdy still.--
After all these years of travel,
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I shall see my friends again!
It's the old familiar place--
in that cottage I found shelter
when the storm and wave had cast me
on the sand-dunes over there.
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I should like to greet the couple
who were very helpful then,
but already rather old
to be still my hosts today.
They were worthy, pious people!
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Shall I knock or shall I shout?
Greetings if, as kind as ever,
doing good still gives you pleasure!


Enter BAUCIS, a little woman, very old.

BAUCIS. Softly, softly, welcome stranger!
Quiet! let my husband rest!
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Long naps give the old the power
to be active when awake.


TRAVELER. Are you, mother, then still here
to receive my thanks again
for the way you and your husband
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saved my life when I was young?

Are you Baucis, who so promptly
offered half-dead lips new life,


(Enter her husband, PHILEMON.)

you Philemon, who so bravely
rescued from the sea my goods?
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That my dire adventure ended
happily, I owe alone
to your quickly kindled beacon ?,
and your bell's clear silver sound.

Now let me walk into the open 11,075
and survey the boundless sea,
there to kneel and say a prayer--
for my heart is much oppressed.
He strides forward on the dune.


PHILEMON (to BAUCIS).
Quick! and lay the table for us
where it's pretty in the garden.
Let him hurry and be startled--
he will not believe his eyes.

He joins the TRAVELER.

PHILEMON.
See! the place where angry waves
mistreated you so cruelly
has been laid out as a park,
is a counterfeit of Eden.
Age prevented me from helping,
as I would have done before;
even as my strength kept failing,
so the waters too withdrew.
Under cautious masters, workmen
daringly built dams and channels,
limited the ocean's rights
to obtain them for themselves.
See how meadows, fields, and gardens,
woods and villages all flourish.--
But now come and have your meal,
for the sun will soon be gone.--
Far away I see sails seeking
a safe harbor for the night!
Birds know how to find their nests--
there is where the port now is.
That is why the sea's blue edge
only shows there in the distance,
and left and right you see extending
densely populated land.


The three seat themselves at a table in the small garden.

BAUCIS. Silent still? And you take nothing
to relieve your thirst?

PHILEMON. Our friend
is curious about this marvel;
since you like to talk, you tell him.

BAUCIS. Marvel is the word to use!
Even now I'm still uneasy;
I'm convinced that the whole business
was not done with proper means.

PHILEMON. Can the Emperor have sinned
who gave him these shores as fiefdom?
Did a herald with a trumpet
not proclaim it everywhere?--
The first foothold was established
not far distant from our dunes--
tents and huts!-- But soon a palace
rises, there amid the green.


BAUCIS. In the daytime noisy workmen
hacked and shoveled, all in vain,
where, at night, small flickered,
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there was a dam the following day.
Human lives were sacrificed,
groans of torment filled the darkness;
fires flowed down to the sea--
there, at dawn, was a canal.
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He's a godless man who covets
both our cottage and our grove;
boasting that he is our neighbor,
he would have us be his serfs.


PHILEMON. But in exchange he's offered us 11,135
an estate in the new land.


BAUCIS. Do not trust land in a marsh,
stick to where the ground is high!


PHILEMON. Let's go over to the chapel--
there we'll see the sun's last light--
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toll the bell, then kneel and pray,
trusting in our fathers' God!




PALACE


Before the Palace is a spacious formal park with a great rectilinear
canal.
FAUST, now an extremely old man, walks back and forth,
meditating.



LYNCEUS (as WATCHMAN, through a speaking-trumpet).
The sun is setting; some last sails
are making briskly for the harbor.
A good-sized boat in the canal 11,145
will reach this quay at any moment.--
Your colored pennants flutter gaily,
your masts and rigging show no damage--
the grateful sailor gives you thanks,
and fortune welcomes your well-timed return.
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The little chapel-bell tolls on the dune.

FAUST (starting).
Confound that bell's atrocious sound,
as painful as an unexpected shot!
Ostensibly my realm is boundless,
but at my back vexation, taunting,
reminds me with these irritating noises
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that my great holdings have a blemish:
that linden grove, its old brown cottage,
and the dilapidated chapel are not mine.
Although I would enjoy its restful quiet,
I cannot bear the thought of shade that's not my own,
that pricks the eye and stabs the flesh like thorns-
-
oh, would that I were far from here!

LYNCEUS (as above).
See how the painted ship approaches gaily
as evening breezes swell its sails!
How agilely that moving tower bears
chests, crates,and bales along its course!


There appears a splendid vessel, richly laden with colorful exotic
wares; on it are
MEPHISTOPHELES and the THREE MIGHTY MEN.

MEPHISTOPHELES and the MIGHTY MEN (in chorus).
Here we will land--
have landed already.
We greet our master,
hail our patron!


They disembark, and the cargo is unloaded.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
As can be seen, we've proved our worth,
and praise from you would give us pleasure.
We started out with two ships only,
but now we're back in port with twenty.
Our cargo clearly demonstrates 11,175
what great success we have achieved.
On the open sea your mind is open,
and no one gives a fig for prudence;
you have to grab things in a hurry:
you catch a fish or catch a ship,
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and once you've three in your possession,
you soon have caught a fourth as well;
the fifth then hasn't got a chance,
since it's a fact that might is right--
not how but what will be the only question asked.
Unless I'm all at sea about maritime matters,
war, trade, and piracy together are
a trinity not to be severed.


THE MIGHTY MEN.
No thanks or welcome!
No welcome or thanks--
as if we brought
our master trash!
He looks askance
and finds repugnant
these treasures
worthy of a king.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Do not expect
still more rewards--
you know you took
your share already!

THE MIGHTY MEN.
That does not count
in any way;
we all demand
our equal shares.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Put all our treasures
on display
in the great rooms
of the main floor!
When he goes up
and sees this wealth,
sees more exactly
what it's worth,
I'm sure he won't
be stingy then,
will give our squadron
many a feast.--
Our merry company will all be here tomorrow,
and I'll take proper care of them.


(The cargo is removed.)

(To FAUST.) Your brow is grave, your look is somber,
despite this news of great success.
August sagacity has won its crown of triumph:
the ocean and your shore are now at peace,
and from this strand the willing sea
allows your ships a speedy journey--
admit that here, here from this palace,
you have the whole world in your reach.

This is the spot where all began,
here stood your first rude wooden shack;
a little ditch was dug where now
is seen the splash of busy oars.
Your courage, and your workmen's zeal,
make you victorious on sea and land.
And right from here...

FAUST. Confound your here--
that's what's so terribly oppressive!
I have to tell you, you who know so much;
it causes me such endless heartache,
it's something I can bear no longer!
And yet, I feel ashamed to say it.
Those old folk there ought to give in;

I want those lindens part of my estate;
the few trees spoil, because I do not own them,
everything that I possess on earth.
Among their branches I would like to build
a platform with a panoramic vista
and so obtain an unobstructed view
of all that I have now accomplished--
survey with one inclusive look
this masterpiece the human spirit has wrought
to augment, by intelligent planning,
the space its peoples have for living.
The worst of torments we can suffer
is to feel want when we are rich.
The tinkling bell, the lindens' scent,
make me feel buried in a crypt.
The freedom of an invincible will
is blunted by this pile of sand.
How rid myself of this obsession--
the bell will ring, and I'll be frantic!


MEPHISTOPHELES.
It's only natural that something so annoying
should sour life for you. The fact is not
to be disputed: any cultivated ear
must find such clinking noisome.
And yet that damned ding-dong-ding-dong,
casting its damp pall on serenest evening skies,
intrudes itself upon whatever happens
from first immersion to interment,
as if, between that ding and dong,
life were a dream to be forgotten.


FAUST. Such wilful, obstinate resistance
so blights the acme of success
that, with intense regret and pain,
one has to tire of being just.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
Why let yourself be bothered so by this?
You surely know, by now, how best to colonize.


FAUST. So be it! Go and rid me of their presence--
you know the pretty piece of property
that I have designated for their use.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
We'll carry them off, then set them down;
there! you see them settled once again;
a nice new place will reconcile them
to any violence they suffer.


He whistles shrilly; the MIGHTY MEN enter.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Come! There is an order from our master.
The party for the fleet will be tomorrow.

THE THREE. The old man's welcome wasn't generous--
a lively party's our just due.

MEPHISTOPHELES (ad spectalores).
Here's an old story, ever the same-
Naboth's vineyard once again. [1 Kings 211


The Darkness becomes complete.


LYNCEUS (the keeper on the palace watchtower, singing).
Sight is my birthright;
assigned to this tower
to watch is my task,
and the world is my joy.
I gaze into the distance
or look at what's near--
the moon and the stars,
the forest with deer.
In what I behold
there always is beauty;
content with it all,
I'm content with myself.
Oh fortunate eyes!
whatever you've seen,
whatever the outcome,
you have known beauty!


(Pause.)

I have not been stationed here
simply for my private pleasure--
what's this threat of monstrous horror
from the dark world down below!
Through the lindens' twofold night
I see flashing sparks explode;
incandescence, fanned by breezes,
swirls in ever greater rage.
Woe! the fire's in the cottage
that so long was damp with moss;

quick assistance is what's needed,
but no rescuers are near.
Will that dear, that kind old couple,
once so careful with their fires,
be the victims of that smoke!

What a terrible disaster!
Blazing flames--and glowing red
the moss-covered timberwork-

let us hope that those good people
have escaped from the inferno!

Tongues of flashing light are climbing
through the leaves and up the branches;
withered boughs that burn and flicker
soon are blazing, then cave in.
Is this what my eyes should see!
Why must I be so far-sighted?
Now the chapel too collapses,
burdened down by falling branches.
Coiling flames with serpent tongues
have the treetops in their grasp.
To their roots the hollow trunks
blaze scarlet in the glow they cast.--


(Long pause. Song.)

What was once a joy to see
now belongs to ages past.


FAUST appears on the balcony, lookinig toward the dunes.

FAUST.
What is that dolorous song up there?
The message has arrived too late.
My watchman grieves; my inmost being
is offended by this impatient action.--

Although the stand of lindens may now be
reduced to ugly half-charred trunks,
a lookout soon can be erected
that will grant me a boundless view.

From it I'll also see the home
that gives new shelter to those two old people
who, grateful for my generous indulgence
will spend their final days in happiness.


MEPHISTOPHELES and the MIGHTY MEN (appearing below).

As fast as possible, we have returned;
excuse us if there was a bit of trouble.
We knocked, then beat upon the door,
but still no one would open it;

we kept on rattling and pounding,
then the rotted door fell down;
we shouted and made angry threats,
but still we met with no response.
And as so often in such cases,
they did not hear, they would not listen;
but we refused to brook delay,
and, as you wished, soon cleared them out.
The couple didn't suffer much,
they simply dropped down dead with fright.
A stranger who was hiding there
put up a fight--we knocked him flat
During this short but savage struggle,
with embers scattered all about
some straw ignited. Now it's blazing,
the pyre on which all three must die.


FAUST. Were your ears deaf to what I said?
I wanted an exchange, not theft.
My curse upon your senseless savagery--
may each of you bear his part of it!


MEPHISTOPHELES and the MIGHTY MEN (in chorus).
The ancient truth is loud and clear:
Obey with grace when Force commands!

But if you're bold and must resist,
then risk your house and home and--life.


FAUST (on the balcony).
The stars conceal their glittering light;
the fire dies down to a faint glow,
then a damp breeze rekindles it
and brings to me the smoke and vapor.

An order quickly given, too quickly executed!--
What are these shadows drifting toward me?


At the last stroke of midnight, FOUR GRAY WOMEN appear in the courtyard.

THE FIRST. My name is Want.

THE SECOND. And mine is Debt.

THE THIRD. My name is Care.

THE FOURTH. And mine, Distress. 11,385

THREE (together). The portal is locked, we cannot get in;
the owner is wealthy, it's no place for us.


WANT. I'd be but a shadow.

DEBT. And I would be canceled.

DISTRESS. Those whom life pampers have no eyes for me.

CARE. You, sisters, are helpless, have no right to enter. 11,390
But Care, through the keyhole, will slip quickly in.


[Disappears.]

WANT. Away, then, gray sisters, away now from here!

DEBT. As close as I can I'll stick to your side.

DISTRESS. And to your heels as close as she can, Distress.

THE THREE. See the clouds gather, the stars disappear! 11,395
Look there, look off there! Far away in the distance
our brother is coming-- it's he, it is------ Death.
 [Exeunt.]

FAUST (within the palace).
I saw four come, but only three depart;
I could not catch the sense of what they said.

I heard one word that sounded like distress,
the somber rhyme that followed it was--death.
It had a hollow, muted, spectral sound.
I have not fought my way to freedom yet!
If I could rid my path of magic,
could totally unlearn its incantations,
confront you, Nature, simply as a man,
to be a human being would then be worth the effort.

That's what I was before I probed obscurities,
blasphemed and cursed my world and self.
Now the air holds so many spectral shapes
that there's no knowing how to shun them.
Though reason grant us happy, lucid days,
the nights entangle us in webs of dream;

as, gladdened, we return from springtime fields,
some bird will croak--an omen of ill-fortune!
Enmeshed in superstition all our lives,
when something happens it's a sign or warning.
And so we stand alone and frightened.--
There the door creaks, and yet no one appears.

(Shaken.) Is someone here?

CARE. The question asks for Yes.

FAUST. And who are you?

CARE. I'm here--that's all that matters.

FAUST. Begone!

CARE. This is my proper place.

FAUST (at first angry, then addressing himself in a moderated tone).
Take heed to use no incantation!

CARE. Even though no ear may hear me,
in your heart my voice is loud;
I appear in many masks,
and I wield a vengeful power:
the companion-cause of fear
whether you're on land or sea;
always met with, never sought,
always cursed, but never banished.

Have you not ever, then, known Care?

FAUST. I've never tarried anywhere;
I snatched from fortune what I wanted,
what did not please me I let go,
and disregarded what eluded me.
I've only had desires to fulfill them,
then wished anew, and so
I've stormed amain
my way through life; once grand and vigorous
my days are spent with prudent caution.
I know this mortal sphere sufficiently,
and there's no seeing into the beyond;
he is a fool who casts a sheep's eye at it,
invents himself some peers above the clouds--
let him stand firm and look at what's around him:
no good and able man finds this world mute!
What need has he to float into eternity--
the things he knows are tangible!
Let his path be this earth while he exists;
if spirits haunt him, let him not break stride
but, keeping on, find all life's pains and joys,
always, in every moment, never satisfied!


CARE. Once I make a man my own,
nothing in this world can help him;
everlasting darkness falls,
suns no longer rise or set--
though no outward sense has failed,
all is darkness in his heart,
and however great his treasures,
there's no joy in their possession.

Good and bad luck both depress him,
he is starving though there's plenty;
source of joy or spot of trouble,
it's postponed until the morrow--
caring only for the future,
he gets nothing done at all.


FAUST.
Stop! In this way you won't get at me!
I will not listen to this madness.
Begone! Your wretched litany
might well seduce a man of wisdom.


CARE.
Whether he should go or come
is something he cannot decide;
in the middle of a street

his stride will break, he'll grope his way;
more and more he is bogged down,
everything seems more distorted;
to himself, to all, a burden,
when he breathes he feels he's choking,
neither stifled nor yet living,
torn between despair and hoping.
All is one unceasing round
of things not done, of odious duties,
of sense of freedom, then depression;
broken, unrefreshing sleep
leaves him without will to move
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and prepares him for damnation.


FAUST. Ill-omened spectres! Time and time again
this is the way you work on human kind,

transforming even days that are indifferent
into an ugly tangle of enmeshing torments.
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We can't, I know, be rid of daemons easily--
their ties upon us never can be severed--
but I shall not acknowledge, Care, not ever,
your vast, insidious power.


CARE. Then feel it now, and hear the curse 11,495
with which I turn away from you:

throughout its whole existence your human race is blind--
now, Faustus, it's your turn at last.


She breathes upon him and vanishes.

FAUST (blinded).
The darkness seems to press about me more and more,
but in my inner being there is radiant light;
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I'll hasten the fulfillment of my plans--
only the master's order carries weight.--
Workmen, up from your beds! Up, every man,
and make my bold design reality!
Take up your tools! To work with spade and shovel--
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what's been marked off must be completed now!
Prompt effort and strict discipline
will guarantee superb rewards:
to complete a task that's so tremendous,
working as one is worth a thousand hands.
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The large outer courtyard of the palace is now lit by torches.-- Enter
MEPHISTOPHELES, leading a group of LEMURES.

MEPHISTOPHELES.
Come, hurry here! Come in! Come in,
you tottery Lemures,
you patched-together, half-live creatures
of sinew, ligament and bone.


LEMURES (chorus).
Here we come, and promptly too, 11,515
half under the impression
that this concerns a lot of land
of which we'll take possession.
We see the poles and pointed stakes,
the chain to measure section,
11,520
but why we have summoned here
is somethin we've forgotten.


MEPHISTOPHELES No fine surveying's needed here;
just use the standard of your bodies:
he who is tallest must lie down full length,
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you others make a ridge of turf around him;
then, as they did for our forefathers,
dig a long four-sided hole!
From palace into these cramped quarters--
that's the inane conclusion of all this.
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LEMURES (digging, with derisive gestures).
In youth when I did live and love,
I thought that all was pleasant;
when there was song and merriment,
my feet would take to dancing.
But then malicious Age appeared
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and smote me with his crutch;
I tripped beside an open door--
why must be graves left open!


FAUST emerges from the palace, groping his way past the door posts.

FAUST. How good to hear the sound of shovels!
The mass of workers serve my pleasure,
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uniting land again with land,
imposing borders on the ocean,
confining it in rigid bonds.


MEPHISTOPHELES (aside).
And yet with all your dams and levees
your striving serves no one but us;
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in fact, you're now preparing a grand feast
for the water-daemon, Neptune.
All of your kind are doomed already;--
the elements have sworn to help us;
the end will be annihilation.
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FAUST. Overseer!

MEPHISTOPHELES. Here!

FAUST. Use every means you can
and get a plentiful supply of laborers;
use benefits and discipline to spur them on,
make payments, offer bonuses, conscript them!
And day by day I want to be informed
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how the canal I've started is advancing.


MEPHISTOPHELES (sotto voce).
The word I heard was more banal:
they mentioned graves, not some canal.


FAUST. A marsh stretching along those mountains
contaminates what's been reclaimed so far;
to drain that stagnant pool as well
would be a crowning last achievement.
If I can furnish space for many millions
to live--not safe, I know, but free to work
in green and fertile fields, with man and beast
soon happy on the new-made soil
and settled in beside the mighty hill
a dauntless people's effort has erected,
creating here inside a land of Eden--
then there, without, the tide may bluster to its brim,
but where it gnaws, attempting to rush in by force,
communal effort will be quick to close the breach.
To this idea I am committed wholly,
it is the final wisdom we can reach:
he, only, merits freedom and existence
who wins them every day anew.
And so, beset by danger, here childhood's years,
maturity, and age will all be vigorous.
If only I might see that people's teeming life,
share their autonomy on unencumbered soil;
then, to the moment, I could say:
tarry a while, you are so fair--
the traces of my days on earth
will survive into eternity! --
Envisioning those heights of happiness,
I now enjoy my highest moment.


FAUST falls backward and is caught by the LEMURES, who lay him on the
ground.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
No pleasure sates him, no success suffices,
and so he still keeps chasing shapes that always change;
this final, mediocre, empty moment--
the poor wretch wants to cling to it.
He who resisted me with such great vigor
--time triumphs--lies here on the sand an old, old man.

The clock stands still --

LEMURES. Stands still? As deathly still as midnight!
Now its hand falls.


MEPHISTOPHELES. It falls, and all is finished.

LEMURES. So all is over.

MEPHISTOPHELES. Over --a stupid word!
Why over?
What's over, and mere nothing, are the same.
So what's the point of making all our effort
to snatch what has been made into our nothingness!
"All's over!"--what's the inference from that?
That things might just well have never been,
but chase around in elides as It they did exist.
I'd much prefer Eternal Emptiness instead.




INTERMENT



ONE OF THE LEMURES (solo).
Who built me such a wretched house
with shovel and with spade?


LEMURES (chorus).
For an insentient guest in burlap
it's far too nicely made.


ONE OF THE LEMURES (solo).
Why is the room so badly furnished?
Where are the chairs, the table?


LEMURES (chorus).
All items were on short-term loan,
and creditors are many.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
The body's here, and if its spirit tries escaping
I'll promptly show my blood-signed title to it--

although, alas! today they have so many ways
to cheat the devil of his souls.
Our good old-fashioned methods give offense,
and modern ways won't help us much;
once I'd have acted on my own,
but now I'll need to call upon assistants.
Things have come to a pretty pass!
Established usages and ancient rights--
there's nothing we can count on any more!

The soul used to emerge when someone breathed his last;
I'd lie in wait and, like the nimblest mouse,
snap! it was clenched within my claws.
But now it hesitates to leave that dreary place,
its noisome home inside a worthless corpse.
But in the end the feuding elements
will ignominiously evict it.

And though I fret for days on end, the questions
when, how, and where continually plague me;
old Death has lost his former mettle,
so even whether has been long in doubt.

I've often coveted some limbs in rigor mortis--
illusion only! They stirred and began to move again.


(He makes fantastic gestures of conjuration, in the manner of a
squad-leader
.)

Here, quickly! On the double! When you come,
you fellows with straight horns, and you with crooked ones,

you sterling coins from our infernal mint,
bring the hell-mouth along as well.
Hell, to be sure, devours with many different jaws,
according to one's rank and status--
though in the future, even for this final fanfare,
people will bother less about the niceties.


(The hideous hell-mouth, placed stage-left, opens its jaws.)

Past gaping tusks the fiery torrent
pours raging from the dome of the abyss,
and in the background, amid seething vapors,
I see the Flaming City glow eternally.
The red surf surges forward to the teeth,
bearing damned souls that seek salvation;
crushed in the hyena's colossal jaws,
they must retrace the fearful path of fire.
In the corners, much more could be discovered--
the maximum of horror in a minimum of space!
Try as you will to terrify the sinful,
they think these things are only lies and figments.


(To the FAT DEVILS, who have short, straight horns.)

You there, pot-bellied rascals with the fiery, cheeks,
fattened on brimstone, your faces fairly shining!
You bullnecked scoundrels with unturning heads!
watch out below for any phosphorescent glow:
that will be Psyche with her wings--his petty soul--
but if you pluck them off, she is a loathsome worm.
The moment I have set my mark upon her,
away with her in flaming cyclone!

It is your duty, fat-paunched rogues,
to pay attention to the lower regions,
although it is somewhat uncertain
if that is where she would prefer to dwell.

The navel is one place she likes to stay,
so be on guard, or she may slip out there.


(To the THIN DEVILS, who have long, twisting horns.)

You giant clowns, file-leaders everyone,
keep sawing the air--no letting up!--
with arms full length and sharp claws out
to grab the fluttering fugitive.
Her spirit's surely wretched in her present house,
will want to move up right away to something better.


A Glory is lowered from above-right.

Heavenly Host.
Heavenly messengers
kin to the blest above
come, flyhing calmly,
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to bring sinners forgiveness
and new life to dust;
provide, as you soar
in leisurely flight,
all living creatures
with tokens of love!


MEPHISTOPHELES.
I hear discordant, nasty tinklings-- 11,665
they come from that disturbing light up there;
such juvenile-androgynous bumbling
is what the sanctimonious enjoy.

You will remember how, in our most heinous hours,
we plotted the destruction of mankind:
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the vilest method we invented
exactly suits the needs of their devotions.


The canting puppies, here they come!
Those mincing ways have cost us many a soul,
snatched from us as they wage their war with our own weapons--
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they're devils, too, but in disguise.

To be defeated there would be your lasting shame--
on to the grave, and take your stand beside it!


ANGELS (in chorus, strewing roses).
Roses so brilliant
and aromatic,
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fluttering, floating,
secretly quickening--
on leaf-wings to hold you,
with blossoms unfolding,
hasten to bloom!
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Springtime and crimson
and purple, appear!
Bring paradise down
to him who rests here!


MEPHISTOPHELES (to the DEVILS).
Why do you flinch? Is that good devilish behavior? 11,710
Stand fast, and let them strew away!
Back to your posts, you beardless boys!

No doubt they think that with this snow of tiny flowers
they'll cool your diabolic ardor,
but it will melt away before your breath.
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Now blow, you bellows-devils!-- That's enough!
your breathing makes the whole flock blench.--

Take it easy! Now shut your mouths and noses!
I see that you've been blowing much too hard.
Why can't you ever learn to practice moderation!
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The stuff not only shrivels, it scorches, withers--burns!
Now the bright mass of poisoned flame drifts toward us,
Brace yourselves, close ranks, and stop it!--
The devils' strength gives out! All valor's gone!
They've caught an unfamiliar scent of wheedling warmth!
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THE ANGELS. These blossoms of happiness,
these flames filled with gladness,
disseminate love
and prepare for the bliss
all hearts desire.
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In radiant skies
what's said will be truth,
and heavenly hosts
will always know light.


MEPHISTOPHELES. A curse upon these scurvy dolts! 11,735
My fiends are standing on their heads--
the fat ones turning cartwheel after cartwheel,
before they plunge breech-first down into hell.--
I hope your bath will be as hot as you deserve!
But as for me, I won't desert my post.
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(Fighting off the roses that drift about him.)

Will-o'-the-wisps, begone! You, there! You may shine bright
but, once you're caught, you are a nasty whitish slime.
Why are you fluttering still? Be on your way!--
I feel the pinch of pitch and brimstone on my neck.


THE ANGELS. What you find alien, 11,745
be sure to avoid it;
what hurts your inward self,
you must reject it.
But if still it intrudes,
we must confront it.
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Love only succors
those who can love.


MEPHISTOPHELES.
My head's on fire, and I've heart-and-liver burn;
that superdiabolic element
is far more poignant than the flames of hell.
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I see why you unhappy lovers moan so overmuch--
you who, although you're spurned, still twist
your necks to catch a glimpse of her you love.

My plight too! What's pulling my head in that direction,
when that's the side of my sworn foes-- 11,760
I used to find them an offensive sight!

Has some strange thing infected me?
I love to look at them, these loveliest of youths;
what makes me hesitate to curse them?
And if I let myself become infatuated,
who will be henceforth called a fatuous fool!
Confounded rascals--though I hate them,
I find them only too attractive!
You lovely children, may I ask
if you're descendants too of Lucifer?
You are, I swear, so pretty that I'd like to kiss you;
I have a feeling you would suit me nicely.

I am as much at ease and natural
as if we'd met a thousand times already,
and am as eager as a stalking kitten,
while you grow lovelier each time I look.
Please don't hang back--look at me at least once!


THE ANGELS.
Now that we are advancing, why do you withdraw?
We're coming closer, and if you can, remain!


The ANGELS proceed to occupy the whole stage.

MEPHISTOPHELES (forced into the proscenium).
You call us spirits damned but prove to be
the actual sorcerers yourselves,
for you seduce both men and women.--
Oh, what a damnable affair!

Is this the stuff that love is made of?
My body is on fire everywhere--
I hardly feel those burns upon my neck.--
You're hovering without direction--come down here
and use your limbs in ways a bit more worldly;
your grave looks suit you very nicely, I admit,
but just for once I'd like to see your smile--
that would afford me everlasting ecstasy!
I have in mind the way that lovers look:
it only takes a little movement of the mouth.
You, there, the lad that's tall, I like you best;
that sanctimonious air is not becoming to you,
so please give me a slightly wanton look!
Another thing! Without offending decency
you could wear less; long pleated robes are prudish
They're turning-- see them from the rear!--
the rascals really whet my appetite!


THE ANGELS. Turn into clarity,
you fires of passion!

May truth cure all
who seek self-damnation,
so that from evil
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they win joyous redemption
and, one with the All,
are evermore blessed!


MEPHISTOPHELES (regaining composure).
What's happening to me?-- Like Job a mass of boils
from head to toe, a horror to myself
, 11,810
and yet triumphant after self-inspection,
still confident in both my tribe and self!

The parts essential to a devil all are rescued,
the love-illusion has become a healing rash;
all those atrocious flames have now stopped burning--
11,815
and, as is only proper, I curse you one and all!


THE ANGELS. Fires of holiness!
Whom they encompass,
will live in blessed oneness
with all who are good.
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Let us, together,
ascend and give praise!
The air is now purified,
his spirit may breathe!


The ANGELS rise, bearing away the immortal part of FAUST.

MEPHISTOPHELES (looking about).
But what has happened, where can they have gone?-- 11,825
You stole a march on me, you puppies!--
They're flying off toward heaven with my prey--
so that is why they dallied at the graveside!
They've robbed me of a great, unequaled treasure;
the noble soul that pledged itself to me--
11,830
they've tricked me out of it and smuggled it away.
From whom can I now seek redress?
Who will procure me what I've duly earned?
You've been deceived--and late in life, besides--
it serves you right, this is your worst of times.
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I bungled everything disgracefully,
and so, o shame! a great investment's wasted--
a seasoned devil overcome
by vulgar lust, erotic silliness!

If one possessing wisdom and experience
11,840
could get involved in childish madness,
it is indeed the very height of folly
that in the end defeated him.



MOUNTAIN GORGES


Forest, rocks, A solitude with HOLY ANCHORETS17 in crevices of the
mountain-side



CHORUS and ECHO
Woods seek to come near
as rocks press them down, 11,845
roots try to lake hold
as trees crowd together,
wave splashes on wave
as caves give us shelter;
lions roaming about, 11,850
silent and friendly,
respect this asylum,
love's sanctuary.


PATER ECSTATICUS (hovering at various levels).
Searing eternal bliss,
love's bond of fire,
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heart's seething anguish,
divine surges of rapture--
arrows, transpierce me,
lances, subdue me,
batter me, cudgels,
11,860
lightning, crash through me,
so that what's trivial
may evanesce
and love's lasting core
shine as a constant star!
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PATER PROFUNDUS (in a lower region).
When the abyss of rock below
weighs down abysses deeper still,
when jetting streams in thousands plunge
into the seething cataract,
when with its strong innate compulsion
11,870
a tree will rise straight to the sky,
it is all-potent Love that gives
all things their form, sustains all things.
When all about me there is tumult--
woods and ravines a surging sea--
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the roar is pleasant as the streams,
bringing water to a valley,
gush and plunge into the gorge;
the thunderbolts that crashed in flame
to purify the atmosphere
11,880
of poisonous vapors it had nursed--
these messengers of love proclaim
creative force encompassing us always.
May it enkindle, too, my inner being
where, confused and chill, my spirit
is consumed, racked by their fetters,
in the tormenting bondage of my blunted senses
.
Quiet, o God, my troubled thoughts,
and grant my needy heart Your light!


PATER SERAPHICUS (at median elevation).
Lo! a morning-wisp of cloud is floating
through the spruces' waving hair;
I divine what lives within it--
it's a group of newborn spirits.


BLESSED BOYS (in chorus).
Tell us, Father, where we're going,
kindly tell us who we are!--
We are happy, for existence
seems so easy to us all.


PATER SERAPHICUS.
You are boys!--were born at midnight,
half-endowed with mind and senses-

right away lost to your parents,
for us angels, source of gain.
Since you feel someone is present
who can love you, come to me;

you are fortunate that on you
earth's harsh paths have left no mark.
Come down here into my eyes,
organs made to see this world;
you may use them as your own--
gaze upon the landscape here!


(He takes the BOYS into himself)

Those are trees, and those are rocks,
that's a stream--its falling waters
tumble down in giant loops
to make short the steep descent
.

BLESSED BOYS (heard as if speaking from within PATER SERAPHICUS).
That is a tremendous sight,
but this place, it is too gloomy,
makes us quake with fear and dread.
Kindly let us leave, good sir!


PATER SERAPHICUS.
Rise to higher spheres above,
growing imperceptibly
as God's pure sustaining presence
always works to make you stronger.
Absolute where skies are boundless,
it is this which feeds all spirits:
eternal love's epiphany
that flowers as beautitude.


BLESSED BOYS (circling the highest summits).
Let us join hands
to begin a gay round;
let's dance and let's sing
and feel pious besides!
With such godly instruction
there's no need to be hesitant,
and soon we'll behold
Him we revere.

ANGELS (hovering in the upper sky with the immortal part of FAUST).
This worthy member of the spirit world
is rescued from the devil:
for him whose striving never ceases
we can provide redemption;
and if a higher love as well
has shown an interest in him,
the hosts of heaven come
and greet him with a cordial welcome.


YOUNGER ANGELS. All those roses, given us
by penitents whose love is saintly,
helped us win our victory
and fulfill our lofty mission,
helped us seize this priceless soul.
When they fell, the wicked faltered,
when they hit, the devils fled.
Spirits used to hellish torment,
felt the pangs of love instead;

even the old Master-Devil
suffered agony all over.

Hallelujah! We have won!

MORE-PERFECT ANGELS.
This remainder of earth,
it's distasteful to bear it;
even cremated,
it would still be impure.
When a strong spirit
has taken the elements
and made them its own,
angels can't separate
two natures conjoined
in one single entity--
only Eternal Love
can disunite them.


YOUNGER ANGELS.
Close to us here,
I suddenly sense
spirit-life stirring
as mists near the mountain-top.
The clouds, now transparent,
reveal Blessed Boys,
all lively and active;
free of earth's pressures
they've formed a circle
and now are enjoying
the upper world's beauty,
the freshness of spring.--
As his start toward perfection
let him who has come
be their companion!


BLESSED BOYS.
We're glad to receive
this chrysalid entity,
since it's you angels
who give us the surety.
Let's pull off the floss
still clinging to him!
Filled with life's sacredness
he's handsome and tall.

DOCTOR MARIANUS (in the highest and neatest cell). T
The view here is vast,
the spirit exalted.
There I see women
floating past upwards--
I can tell by the glory
that she at the center
of their wreath of stars
is heaven's High Queen.


(In ecstasy.)
Sovereign mistress of the world,
let me, in the azure
of the heaven's canopy,
contemplate your secrets!
Sanction that which stirs man's heart
to earnest tenderness
and bears it aloft to you
in love's sacred rapture.
When you give august commands,
nothing daunts our courage;
when we know the peace you give,
passion soon is quiet--
Virgin, pure in the best sense;
venerated Mother;
one coequal of the gods:
Queen we have elected!

Nebulous cloudlets
dancing around her
are penitent women--
delicate creatures,
down at her knees
breathing the pureness,
anxious for mercy.

You whom none may ever touch
always gladly suffer
those who're easily seduced
to confide in you.


Hard indeed it is to save
those swept away by weakness--
how can they, desire's slaves,
burst their bonds unaided?
All too quickly feet give way
on a slippery slope!
Who resists a welcoming look,
is deaf to words that flatter?

The MATER GLORIOSA now floats past.

PENITENT WOMEN (in chorus).
You who soar upward
to eternity's kingdoms,
o peerless Being,
fountain of mercy,
give ear to our prayers
.

MAGNA PECCATRIX [Luke, 7, 36].
By the love that shed the tears--
which the Pharisee despised--
to be ointment for the feet
of your son, whom God transfigured;
by that box of alabaster
with its overflowing fragrance
and the hair that wiped and dried
the sacred limbs so tenderly -
-

MULIER SAMARITANA [John 4].
By the well to which of old
the flocks of Abraham were driven
and the waterpot allowed
to refresh our Savior's lips;
by the pure, abundant waters
that since then spring up from it
and in everlasting brightness
overflow and flood the universe --


MARIA AEGYPTICA [Acta Sanctorum].
By that holiest of places,
where our Lord has been entombed,
and the arm that from its door
thrust me back with silent warning;
by the forty years that I devoted
to true penance in the desert
and the peaceful farewell message
that I wrote down in the sand --


THE THREE PENITENTS (together).
You who let come near to you
women who have greatly sinned,
and augment the gains of penance
in eternity forever,
grant unto this good soul also--
one who lost her head but once,
unaware that she did wrong--
as is fitting, your forgiveness!

A PENITENT alias GRETCHEN (clinging to the MATER GLORIOSA).
Deign, o deign,
you who are peerless,
you who are radiant,
to look down on my joy--
the love of my youth,
no longer unhappy,
has now returned!


BLESSED BOYS (circling closer).
Already he has grown
bigger than we,
and will reward our loving care
with love still greater:

as children we were separated
from all of life's spheres;
but this man has gained learning,
he'll be our teacher.


THE PENITENT (GRETCHEN).
Amid this host of lofty spirits
our novice is uncertain he exists,
but when he senses there is new life here,
he soon will be the peer of any angel.
See him work loose from all the bonds
that once enveloped him on earth!
See how his early, youthful vigor
shows to advantage in ethereal raiment!
Grant me permission to instruct him--
he still is dazzled by the strange new light.


MATER GLORIOSA. Come, rise to higher spheres--
Sensing your presence, he will follow!


DOCTOR MARIANUS (prostrate, in adoration)
Look up to salvation's eyes,
tender penitents,
so that you may gratefully
be reborn for heaven! --

May all nobler spirits be
eager for thy service;
Virgin, Mother, Queen, and Goddess,
keep us in your grace!


CHORUS MYSTICUS,
All that is transitory
is only a symbol;
what seems unachievable
here is seen done;
what's indescribable
here becomes fact;
Woman, eternally,
shows us the way.



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