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Meph. The Doctor?
Knowest thou Faust?
Aye; my servant Faust.
He serves you in a fashion quite his own,
His aspirations bear him on so far
That he is half aware of his own folly,
For he demands from Heaven its fairest star,
The Lord. Though he now serves me in a cloud of error,
I will soon lead him forth to the clear day.
When trees look green, full well the gardener knows
Meph. What will you bet ?-now I am sure of winning
Only observe you give me full permission
To lead him softly on my path.
As long As he shall live upon the earth, so long Is nothing unto thee forbidden.-Man Must err till he has ceased to struggle.
And that is all I ask; for willingly
And if a corpse knocks, I am not at home.
For I am like a cat-I like to play
A little with the mouse before I eat it.
The Lord. Well, well! it is permitted thee. Draw thou His spirit from its springs; as thou find'st power, Seize him and lead him on thy downward path; And stand ashamed when failure teaches thee That a good man, even in his darkest longings, Is well aware of the right way.
Well and good.
I am not in much doubt about my bet,
The Lord. Pray come here when it suits you; for I never
[Heaven closes; the Archangels exeunt.
FROM THE FAUST OF GOËTHE.
SCENE-The Hartz Mountain, a desolate Country.
Meph. WOULD you not like a broomstick? As for me I wish I had a good stout ram to ride;
For we are still far from th' appointed place.
Faust. This knotted staff is help enough for me,
Is the true sport that seasons such a path.
Meph. Nothing of such an influence do I feel.
The flowers upon our path were frost and snow.
Dimly uplifting her belated beam,
The blank unwelcome round of the red moon,
And gives so bad a light, that every step
One stumbles 'gainst some crag. With your permission
I'll call an Ignis-fatuus to our aid:
Ignis-Fatuus. With reverence be it spoken, I will try
To overcome the lightness of my nature;
Our course, you know, is generally zig-zag.
Meph. Ha, ha! your worship thinks you have to deal With men. Go strait on, in the Devil's name, Or I shall puff your flickering life out.
I see you are the master of the house;
Only consider, that to-uight this mountain
Is all enchanted, and if Jack-a-lantern
Shows you his way, though you should miss your own,
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, and IGNIS-FATUU s, in alternate Chorus.
The limits of the sphere of dream,
The bounds of true and false, are past.
Lead us on, thou wandering Gleam,
But see, how swift advance and shift
Through the mossy sods and stones,
To whoo! to whoo! near, nearer now The sound of song, the rushing throng! Are the screech, the lapwing, and the jay, All awake as if 'twere day?
See, with long legs and belly wide,
A salamander in the brake!
Every root is like a snake,
And along the loose hill side,
With strange contortions through the night,
In troops each other's motions cross,