Faust. Would that 1 were Up yonder in the glow and whirling smoke, Inextricably. Let the great world rage! Be guided now by me, and you shall buy A pound of pleasure with a dram of trouble. I hear them tune their instruments-one must How say you now? this space is wide enough- See you that snail there?-she comes creeping up, And with her feeling eyes hath smelt out something. I'll be the pimp, and you shall be the lover. [To some old Women, who are sitting round a heap Old gentlewomen, what do you do out here? General. Who dare confide in right or a just claim? With women and the people 'tis the same, Minister. Now-a-days People assert their rights; they go too far; But, as for me, the good old times I praise. Then we were all in all; 'twas something worth One's while to be in place and wear a star; That was indeed the golden age on earth. Parvenu. We too are active, and we did and do What we ought not perhaps; and yet we now Will seize, whilst all things are whirled round and round, A spoke of Fortune's wheel, and keep our ground. Author. Who now can taste a treatise of deep sense And ponderous volume? 'Tis impertinence To write what none will read, therefore will I To please the young and thoughtless people try. Meph. (Who at once appears to have grown very old.) I find the people ripe for the last day, A sort of fundholder. Since I last came up to the wizard mountain; Pedlar-witch. Gentlemen; do not hurry on so fast, I have a pack full of the choicest wares Is nothing like what may be found on earth; Men and the world with fine malicious mischief— Meph. Gossip, you know little of these times. What has been, has been; what is done, is past. They shape themselves into the innovations They breed, and innovations drags us with it. The torrent of the crowd sweeps over us; You think to impel, and are yourself impelled. Faust. Who is that yonder? Beware All And, in the magic of her locks; when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again. Faust. There sit a girl and an old woman-they Meph. There is no rest to-night for any one: [Faust dances and sings with a Girl, and Mephistopheles with an old Woman. Brecto-phantasmist. about? What is this cursed multitude Have we not long since proved to demonstration That ghosts move not on ordinary feet? But these are dancing just like men and women. Is far above us all in his conceit: Oh! he Whilst we enjoy, he reasons of enjoyment; Is not to be considered as a step. There are few things that scandalize him not; Upon the strength of the resemblance. Brocto-phantasmist. Fly! Vanish! Unheard of impudence! What, still there! Will hear no reason and endure no rule. Since I last came up to the wizard mountais; Pedlar-witch. Look here, Gentlemen; do not hurry on so fast, Men and the world with fine malicious mischief- No Meph. Gossip, you know little of these times. What has been, has been; what is done, is past. They shape themselves into the innovations They breed, and innovations drags us with it. The torrent of the crowd sweeps over us; You think to impel, and are yourself impelled. Faust. Who is that yonder? Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And, when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again. |