章节正文
Faust
What murmurest thou?
Margaret (half aloud)
He loves me - loves me not.
Faust
Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!
Margaret (continues)
He loves me - not - he loves me - not
(Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)
He loves me!
Faust
Yes!
And this flower - language, darling, let it be, A heavenly oracle! He loveth
thee! Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee? (He seizes both her
hands.)
Margaret
I tremble so!
Faust
Nay! Do not tremble, love! Let this hand - pressure, let this glance reveal
Feelings, all power of speech above; To give oneself up wholly and to feel A
joy that must eternal prove! Eternal! - Yes, its end would be despair. No end!
- It cannot end!
(Margaret presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away. He stands a
moment in thought and then follows her).
Martha (approaching)
Night's closing.
Mephistopheles
Yes, we'll presently away.
Martha
I would entreat you longer yet to stay; But 'tis a wicked place, just here
about; It is as if the folk had nothing else to do, Nothing to think of too, But
gaping watch their neighbours, who goes in and out; And scandal's busy still,
do whatsoe'er one may. And our young couple?
Mephistopheles
They have flown up there. The wanton butterflies!
Martha
He seems to take to her.
Mephistopheles
And she to him. 'Tis of the world the way!
A Summer-House
(Margaret runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip,
and peeps through the crevice.)
Margaret
He comes!
Faust
Ah, little rogue, so thou Think'st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!
(He kisses her.)
Margaret
(embracing him, and returning the kiss)
Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!
(Mephistopheles knocks.)
Faust (stamping)
Who's there?
Mephistopheles
A friend!
Faust
A brute!
Mephistopheles
'Tis time to part.
Martha (comes)
Ay, it is late, good sir.
Faust
Mayn't I attend you, then?
Margaret
Oh no - my mother would - adieu, adieu!
Faust
And must I really then take leave of you? Farewell!
Martha
Good - bye!
Margaret
Ere long to meet again! (Exeunt Faust and Mephistopheles.)
Margaret
Good heavens! how all things far and near Must fill his mind, - a man like this!
Abash'd before him I appear, And say to all things only, yes. Poor simple
child, I cannot see, What 'tis that he can find in me.
(Exit.)
Forest And Cavern - Faust And Mephistopheles
Faust (alone)
Spirit sublime! Thou gav'st me, gav'st me all For which I prayed! Not vainly
hast thou turn'd To me thy countenance in flaming fire: Gavest me glorious
nature for my realm, And also power to feel her and enjoy; Not merely with a
cold and wondering glance, Thou dost permit me in her depths profound, As
in the bosom of a friend to gaze. Before me thou dost lead her living tribes,
And dost in silent grove, in air and stream Teach me to know my kindred.
And when roars The howling storm - blast through the groaning wood,
Wrenching the giant pine, which in its fall Crashing sweeps down its neighbour
trunks and boughs, While hollow thunder from the hill resounds; Then thou
dost lead me to some shelter'd cave, Dost there reveal me to myself, and
show Of my own bosom the mysterious depths. And when with soothing
beam, the moon's pale orb Full in my view climbs up the pathless sky, From
crag and dewy grove, the silvery forms Of by - gone ages hover, and assuage
The joy austere of contemplative thought.
Oh, that naught perfect is assign'd to man, I feel, alas! With this exalted joy,
Which lifts me near and nearer to the gods, Thou gav'st me this companion,
unto whom I needs must cling, though cold and insolent, He still degrades me
to myself, and turns Thy glorious gifts to nothing, with a breath. He in my
bosom with malicious zeal For that fair image fans a raging fire; From craving
to enjoyment thus I reel And in enjoymentlanguish for desire.
(Mephistopheles enters.)
Mephistopheles
Of this lone life have you not your fill? How for so long can it have charms for
you? 'Tis well enough to try it if you will; But then away again to something
new!
Faust
Would you could better occupy your leisure, Than in disturbing thus my hours
of joy.
Mephistopheles
Well! Well! I'll leave you to yourself with pleasure, A serious tone you hardly
dare employ. To part from one so crazy, harsh, and cross, Were not in truth a
grievous loss. The live - long day, for you I toil and fret; Ne'er from his
worship's face a hint I get, What pleases him, or what to let alone.
Faust
Ay truly! that is just the proper tone! He wearies me, and would with thanks
be paid!
Mephistopheles
Poor Son of Earth, without my aid, How would thy weary days have flown?
Thee of thy foolish whims I've cured, Thy vain imaginations banished, And but
for me, be well assured, Thou from this sphere must soon have vanished. In
rocky hollows and in caverns drear, Why like an owl sit moping here?
Wherefore from dripping stones and moss with ooze embued, Dost suck, like
any toad, thy food? A rare, sweet pastime. Verily! The doctor cleaveth still to
thee.
Faust
Dost comprehend what bliss without alloy From this wild wand'ring in the
desert springs? Couldst thou but guess the new life - power it brings, Thou
wouldst be fiend enough to envy me my joy.
Mephistopheles
What super - earthly ecstasy! at night, To lie in darkness on the dewy height,
Embracing heaven and earth in rapture high, The soul dilating to a deity; With
prescient yearnings pierce the core of earth, Feel in your labouring breast the
six - days' birth, Enjoy, in proud delight what no one knows, While your love
- rapture o'er creation flows, The earthly lost in beatific vision, And then the
lofty intuition
(With a gesture.)
I need not tell you how - to close!
Faust
Fie on you!
Mephistopheles
This displeases you? "For shame!" You are forsooth entitled to exclaim; We
to chaste ears it seems must not pronounce What, nathless, the chaste heart
cannot renounce. Well, to be brief, the joy as fit occasions rise, I grudge you
not, of specious lies. But long this mood thou'lt not retain. Already thou'rt
again outworn, And should this last, thou wilt be torn By frenzy or remorse
and pain. Enough of this! Thy true love dwells apart, And all to her seems flat
and tame; Alone thine image fills her heart, She loves thee with an all -
devouring flame. First came thy passion with o'erpowering rush, Like
mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow; Full in her heart didst pour the
sudden gush, Now has thy brooklet ceased to flow. Instead of sitting throned
midst forests wild, It would become so great a lord To comfort the enamour'd
child, And the young monkey for her love reward. To her the hours seem
miserably long; She from the window sees the clouds float by As o'er the lofty
city - walls they fly, "If I a birdie were!" so runs her song, Half through the
night and all day long. Cheerful sometimes, more oft at heart full sore; Fairly
outwept seem now her tears, Anon she tranquil is, or so appears, And love -
sick evermore.
Faust
Snake! Serpent vile!
Mephistopheles (aside)
Good! If I catch thee with my guile!
Faust
Vile reprobate! go get thee hence; Forbear the lovely girl to name! Nor in my
half - distracted sense, Kindle anew the smouldering flame!
Mephistopheles
What wouldest thou! She thinks you've taken flight; It seems, she's partly in
the right.
Faust
I'm near her still - and should I distant rove, Her I can ne'er forget, ne'er lose
her love; And all things touch'd by those sweet lips of hers, Even the very
Host, my envy stirs.
Mephistopheles
'Tis well! I oft have envied you indeed, The twin - pair that among the roses
feed.
Faust
Pander, avaunt!
Mephistopheles
Go to! I laugh, the while you rail, The power which fashion'd youth and maid,
Well understood the noble trade; So neither shall occasion fail. But hence! -
A mighty grief I trow! Unto thy lov'd one's chamber thou And not to death
shouldst go.
Faust
What is to me heaven's joy within her arms? What though my life her bosom
warms! Do I not ever feel her woe? The outcast am I not, unhoused, unblest,
Inhuman monster, without aim or rest, Who, like the greedy surge, from rock
to rock, Sweeps down the dread abyss with desperate shock? While she,
within her lowly cot, which graced The Alpine slope, beside the waters wild,
Her homely cares in that small world embraced, Secluded lived, a simple,
artless child. Was't not enough, in thy delirious whirl To blast the steadfast
rocks; Her, and her peace as well, Must I, God - hated one, to ruin hurl!
Dost claim this holocaust, remorseless Hell! Fiend, help me to cut short the
hours of dread! Let what must happen, happen speedily! Her direful doom fall
crushing on my head, And into ruin let her plunge with me!
Mephistopheles
Why how again it seethes and glows! Away, thou fool! Her torment ease!
When such a head no issue sees, It pictures straight the final close. Long life
to him who boldly dares! A devil's pluck thou'rt wont to show; As for a devil
who despairs, Nothing I find so mawkish here below.
Margaret's Room
Margaret (alone at her spinning wheel)
My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore!
Where him I have not, Is the grave; and all The world to me Is turned to gall.
My wilder'd brain Is overwrought; My feeble senses Are distraught.
What murmurest thou?
Margaret (half aloud)
He loves me - loves me not.
Faust
Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!
Margaret (continues)
He loves me - not - he loves me - not
(Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)
He loves me!
Faust
Yes!
And this flower - language, darling, let it be, A heavenly oracle! He loveth
thee! Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee? (He seizes both her
hands.)
Margaret
I tremble so!
Faust
Nay! Do not tremble, love! Let this hand - pressure, let this glance reveal
Feelings, all power of speech above; To give oneself up wholly and to feel A
joy that must eternal prove! Eternal! - Yes, its end would be despair. No end!
- It cannot end!
(Margaret presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away. He stands a
moment in thought and then follows her).
Martha (approaching)
Night's closing.
Mephistopheles
Yes, we'll presently away.
Martha
I would entreat you longer yet to stay; But 'tis a wicked place, just here
about; It is as if the folk had nothing else to do, Nothing to think of too, But
gaping watch their neighbours, who goes in and out; And scandal's busy still,
do whatsoe'er one may. And our young couple?
Mephistopheles
They have flown up there. The wanton butterflies!
Martha
He seems to take to her.
Mephistopheles
And she to him. 'Tis of the world the way!
A Summer-House
(Margaret runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip,
and peeps through the crevice.)
Margaret
He comes!
Faust
Ah, little rogue, so thou Think'st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!
(He kisses her.)
Margaret
(embracing him, and returning the kiss)
Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!
(Mephistopheles knocks.)
Faust (stamping)
Who's there?
Mephistopheles
A friend!
Faust
A brute!
Mephistopheles
'Tis time to part.
Martha (comes)
Ay, it is late, good sir.
Faust
Mayn't I attend you, then?
Margaret
Oh no - my mother would - adieu, adieu!
Faust
And must I really then take leave of you? Farewell!
Martha
Good - bye!
Margaret
Ere long to meet again! (Exeunt Faust and Mephistopheles.)
Margaret
Good heavens! how all things far and near Must fill his mind, - a man like this!
Abash'd before him I appear, And say to all things only, yes. Poor simple
child, I cannot see, What 'tis that he can find in me.
(Exit.)
Forest And Cavern - Faust And Mephistopheles
Faust (alone)
Spirit sublime! Thou gav'st me, gav'st me all For which I prayed! Not vainly
hast thou turn'd To me thy countenance in flaming fire: Gavest me glorious
nature for my realm, And also power to feel her and enjoy; Not merely with a
cold and wondering glance, Thou dost permit me in her depths profound, As
in the bosom of a friend to gaze. Before me thou dost lead her living tribes,
And dost in silent grove, in air and stream Teach me to know my kindred.
And when roars The howling storm - blast through the groaning wood,
Wrenching the giant pine, which in its fall Crashing sweeps down its neighbour
trunks and boughs, While hollow thunder from the hill resounds; Then thou
dost lead me to some shelter'd cave, Dost there reveal me to myself, and
show Of my own bosom the mysterious depths. And when with soothing
beam, the moon's pale orb Full in my view climbs up the pathless sky, From
crag and dewy grove, the silvery forms Of by - gone ages hover, and assuage
The joy austere of contemplative thought.
Oh, that naught perfect is assign'd to man, I feel, alas! With this exalted joy,
Which lifts me near and nearer to the gods, Thou gav'st me this companion,
unto whom I needs must cling, though cold and insolent, He still degrades me
to myself, and turns Thy glorious gifts to nothing, with a breath. He in my
bosom with malicious zeal For that fair image fans a raging fire; From craving
to enjoyment thus I reel And in enjoymentlanguish for desire.
(Mephistopheles enters.)
Mephistopheles
Of this lone life have you not your fill? How for so long can it have charms for
you? 'Tis well enough to try it if you will; But then away again to something
new!
Faust
Would you could better occupy your leisure, Than in disturbing thus my hours
of joy.
Mephistopheles
Well! Well! I'll leave you to yourself with pleasure, A serious tone you hardly
dare employ. To part from one so crazy, harsh, and cross, Were not in truth a
grievous loss. The live - long day, for you I toil and fret; Ne'er from his
worship's face a hint I get, What pleases him, or what to let alone.
Faust
Ay truly! that is just the proper tone! He wearies me, and would with thanks
be paid!
Mephistopheles
Poor Son of Earth, without my aid, How would thy weary days have flown?
Thee of thy foolish whims I've cured, Thy vain imaginations banished, And but
for me, be well assured, Thou from this sphere must soon have vanished. In
rocky hollows and in caverns drear, Why like an owl sit moping here?
Wherefore from dripping stones and moss with ooze embued, Dost suck, like
any toad, thy food? A rare, sweet pastime. Verily! The doctor cleaveth still to
thee.
Faust
Dost comprehend what bliss without alloy From this wild wand'ring in the
desert springs? Couldst thou but guess the new life - power it brings, Thou
wouldst be fiend enough to envy me my joy.
Mephistopheles
What super - earthly ecstasy! at night, To lie in darkness on the dewy height,
Embracing heaven and earth in rapture high, The soul dilating to a deity; With
prescient yearnings pierce the core of earth, Feel in your labouring breast the
six - days' birth, Enjoy, in proud delight what no one knows, While your love
- rapture o'er creation flows, The earthly lost in beatific vision, And then the
lofty intuition
(With a gesture.)
I need not tell you how - to close!
Faust
Fie on you!
Mephistopheles
This displeases you? "For shame!" You are forsooth entitled to exclaim; We
to chaste ears it seems must not pronounce What, nathless, the chaste heart
cannot renounce. Well, to be brief, the joy as fit occasions rise, I grudge you
not, of specious lies. But long this mood thou'lt not retain. Already thou'rt
again outworn, And should this last, thou wilt be torn By frenzy or remorse
and pain. Enough of this! Thy true love dwells apart, And all to her seems flat
and tame; Alone thine image fills her heart, She loves thee with an all -
devouring flame. First came thy passion with o'erpowering rush, Like
mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow; Full in her heart didst pour the
sudden gush, Now has thy brooklet ceased to flow. Instead of sitting throned
midst forests wild, It would become so great a lord To comfort the enamour'd
child, And the young monkey for her love reward. To her the hours seem
miserably long; She from the window sees the clouds float by As o'er the lofty
city - walls they fly, "If I a birdie were!" so runs her song, Half through the
night and all day long. Cheerful sometimes, more oft at heart full sore; Fairly
outwept seem now her tears, Anon she tranquil is, or so appears, And love -
sick evermore.
Faust
Snake! Serpent vile!
Mephistopheles (aside)
Good! If I catch thee with my guile!
Faust
Vile reprobate! go get thee hence; Forbear the lovely girl to name! Nor in my
half - distracted sense, Kindle anew the smouldering flame!
Mephistopheles
What wouldest thou! She thinks you've taken flight; It seems, she's partly in
the right.
Faust
I'm near her still - and should I distant rove, Her I can ne'er forget, ne'er lose
her love; And all things touch'd by those sweet lips of hers, Even the very
Host, my envy stirs.
Mephistopheles
'Tis well! I oft have envied you indeed, The twin - pair that among the roses
feed.
Faust
Pander, avaunt!
Mephistopheles
Go to! I laugh, the while you rail, The power which fashion'd youth and maid,
Well understood the noble trade; So neither shall occasion fail. But hence! -
A mighty grief I trow! Unto thy lov'd one's chamber thou And not to death
shouldst go.
Faust
What is to me heaven's joy within her arms? What though my life her bosom
warms! Do I not ever feel her woe? The outcast am I not, unhoused, unblest,
Inhuman monster, without aim or rest, Who, like the greedy surge, from rock
to rock, Sweeps down the dread abyss with desperate shock? While she,
within her lowly cot, which graced The Alpine slope, beside the waters wild,
Her homely cares in that small world embraced, Secluded lived, a simple,
artless child. Was't not enough, in thy delirious whirl To blast the steadfast
rocks; Her, and her peace as well, Must I, God - hated one, to ruin hurl!
Dost claim this holocaust, remorseless Hell! Fiend, help me to cut short the
hours of dread! Let what must happen, happen speedily! Her direful doom fall
crushing on my head, And into ruin let her plunge with me!
Mephistopheles
Why how again it seethes and glows! Away, thou fool! Her torment ease!
When such a head no issue sees, It pictures straight the final close. Long life
to him who boldly dares! A devil's pluck thou'rt wont to show; As for a devil
who despairs, Nothing I find so mawkish here below.
Margaret's Room
Margaret (alone at her spinning wheel)
My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore!
Where him I have not, Is the grave; and all The world to me Is turned to gall.
My wilder'd brain Is overwrought; My feeble senses Are distraught.
- darling [´dɑ:liŋ]
n.爱人 a.亲爱的 (初中英语单词) - pressure [´preʃə] n.压榨 vt.对...施压力 (初中英语单词)
- wholly [´həul-li] ad.完全，十足；统统 (初中英语单词)
- eternal [i´tə:nəl] a.永远的；永恒的 (初中英语单词)
- despair [di´speə] vi.&n.绝望 (初中英语单词)
- presently [´prezəntli] ad.不久；目前 (初中英语单词)
- wicked [´wikid] a.邪恶的；不道德的 (初中英语单词)
- countenance [´kauntinəns] n.面部表情；脸色；面容 (初中英语单词)
- stream [stri:m] n.河 vi.流出；飘扬 (初中英语单词)
- thunder [´θʌndə] n.雷 vi.打雷 vt.吼出 (初中英语单词)
- mysterious [mi´stiəriəs] a.神秘的；难以理解的 (初中英语单词)
- glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
- breath [breθ] n.呼吸；气息 (初中英语单词)
- couldst [kudst] can的第二人称单数 (初中英语单词)
- pierce [piəs] v.刺穿；突破；洞察 (初中英语单词)
- creation [kri´eiʃən] n.创作；作品；创造 (初中英语单词)
- vision [´viʒən] n.视觉；想象力；幻影 (初中英语单词)
- retain [ri´tein] vt.保持；保留；留住 (初中英语单词)
- passion [´pæʃən] n.激情；激怒；恋爱 (初中英语单词)
- monkey [´mʌŋki] n.猴子 v.乱弄；胡闹 (初中英语单词)
- reward [ri´wɔ:d] n.&v.报答；报酬；奖赏 (初中英语单词)
- cheerful [´tʃiəful] a.快乐的；高兴的 (初中英语单词)
- flight [flait] n.逃走；飞行；班机 (初中英语单词)
- partly [´pɑ:tli] ad.部分地；不完全地 (初中英语单词)
- monster [´mɔnstə] n.怪物 a.大得异常的 (初中英语单词)
- greedy [´gri:di] a.贪婪的；馋的 (初中英语单词)
- desperate [´despərit] a.拼死的；绝望的 (初中英语单词)
- plunge [plʌndʒ] v.插进 n.投入；冲击 (初中英语单词)
- feeble [´fi:bəl] a.虚弱的，无力的 (初中英语单词)
- heavenly [´hevənli] a.天的，天空的 (高中英语单词)
- provoke [prə´vəuk] vt.挑拨；煽动；引起 (高中英语单词)
- cavern [´kævən] n.大山洞；大岩洞 (高中英语单词)
- profound [prə´faund] a.深奥的；渊博的 (高中英语单词)
- naught [nɔ:t] n.无；零 (高中英语单词)
- enjoyment [in´dʒɔimənt] n.享受；愉快；乐趣 (高中英语单词)
- leisure [´leʒə] n.空闲；悠闲；安定 (高中英语单词)
- sphere [sfiə] n.圆体；天体；范围 (高中英语单词)
- comprehend [,kɔmpri´hend] vt.了解；领会；包含 (高中英语单词)
- earthly [´ə:θli] a.地球的；世俗的 (高中英语单词)
- rapture [´ræptʃə] n.着迷；全神贯注 (高中英语单词)
- grudge [grʌdʒ] vt.&n.吝啬；怨恨 (高中英语单词)
- torrent [´tɔrənt] n.奔流，激流，洪流；迸发 (高中英语单词)
- serpent [´sə:pənt] n.大毒蛇；阴险的人 (高中英语单词)
- kindle [´kindl] v.点燃；(使)激动 (高中英语单词)
- mighty [´maiti] a.强有力的 ad.很 (高中英语单词)
- chamber [´tʃeimbə] n.房间；议院；会议室 (高中英语单词)
- homely [´həumli] a.朴素的；不漂亮的 (高中英语单词)
- torment [´tɔ:ment] vt.(使)痛苦，折磨 (高中英语单词)
- boldly [´bəuldli] ad.大胆地；醒目地 (高中英语单词)
- spinning [´spiniŋ] n.纺织 a.纺织品的 (高中英语单词)
- entreat [in´tri:t] vt.恳求，恳请 (英语四级单词)
- wanton [´wɔntən, ´wɑ:n-] a.顽皮的 n.&vi.荡妇 (英语四级单词)
- flaming [´fleimiŋ] a.熊熊燃烧的；热情的 (英语四级单词)
- silvery [´silvəri] a.银一般的 (英语四级单词)
- austere [ɔ´stiə] a.严峻(格)的；质朴的 (英语四级单词)
- languish [´læŋgwiʃ] vi.变得衰弱无力 (英语四级单词)
- chaste [tʃeist] a.贞洁的；高雅的 (英语四级单词)
- renounce [ri´nauns] v.拒绝 n.放弃权力 (英语四级单词)
- frenzy [´frenzi] n.&vt.(使)狂乱 (英语四级单词)
- swollen [´swəulən] swell的过去分词 (英语四级单词)
- birdie [´bə:di] n.小鸟 (英语四级单词)
- forbear [fɔ:´beə, fə-] v.容忍；克制 n.祖先 (英语四级单词)
- alpine [´ælpain] a.高山的 (英语四级单词)
- insolent [´insələnt] a.傲慢的；无礼的 (英语六级单词)
- malicious [mə´liʃəs] a.恶意的；预谋的 (英语六级单词)
- assured [ə´ʃuəd] a.确实的 n.被保险人 (英语六级单词)
- tranquil [´træŋkwil] a.平静的，稳定的 (英语六级单词)
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