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Faust

A writing, Pedant! dost demand from me? Man, and man's plighted word, are



these unknown to thee? Is't not enough, that by the word I gave, My doom

for evermore is cast? Doth not the world in all its currents rave, And must a



promise hold me fast? Yet fixed is this delusion in our heart; Who, of his own

free will, therefrom would part? How blest within whose breast truth reigneth



pure! No sacrifice will he repent when made! A formal deed, with seal and

signature, A spectre this from which all shrink afraid. The word its life



resigneth in the pen, Leather and wax usurp the mastery then. Spirits of evil!

what dost thou require? Brass, marble, parchment, paper, dost desire? Shall I



with chisel, pen, or graver write? Thy choice is free; to me 'tis all the same.

Mephistopheles



Wherefore thy passion so excite And thus thine eloquenceinflame? A scrap is

for our compact good. Thou under - signest merely with a drop of blood.



Faust

If this will satisfy thy mind, Thy whim I'll gratify, howe'er absurd.



Mephistopheles

Blood is a juice of very special kind.



Faust

Be not afraid that I shall break my word! The scope of all my energy Is in



exact accordance with my vow. Vainly I have aspired too high; I'm on a level

but with such as thou; Me the great spirit scorn'd, defied; Nature from me



herself doth hide; Rent is the web of thought; my mind Doth knowledge loathe

of every kind. In depths of sensual pleasure drown'd, Let us our fiery passions



still! Enwrapp'd in magic's veil profound, Let wondrous charms our senses

thrill! Plunge we in time's tempestuous flow, Stem we the rolling surge of



chance! There may alternate weal and woe, Success and failure, as they can,

Mingle and shift in changeful dance! Excitement is the sphere for man.



Mephistopheles

Nor goal, nor measure is prescrib'd to you, If you desire to taste of every



thing, To snatch at joy while on the wing, May your career amuse and profit

too! Only fall to and don't be over coy!



Faust

Hearken! The end I aim at is not joy; I crave excitement, agonizing bliss,



Enamour'd hatred, quickening vexation. Purg'd from the love of knowledge,

my vocation, The scope of all my powers henceforth be this, To bare my



breast to every pang, - to know In my heart's core all human weal and woe,

To grasp in thought the lofty and the deep, Men's various fortunes on my



breast to heap, And thus to theirsdilate my individual mind, And share at

length with them the shipwreck of mankind.



Mephistopheles

Oh, credit me, who still as ages roll, Have chew'd this bitter fare from year to



year, No mortal, from the cradle to the bier, Digests the ancient leaven!

Know, this Whole Doth for the Deity alone subsist! He in eternal brightness



doth exist, Us unto darkness he hath brought, and here Where day and night

alternate, is your sphere.



Faust

But 'tis my will!



Mephistopheles

Well spoken, I admit! But one thing puzzles me, my friend; Time's short, art



long; methinks 'twere fit That you to friendly counsel should attend. A poet

choose as your ally! Let him thought's wide dominion sweep, Each good and



noble quality, Upon your honoured brow to heap; The lion's magnanimity,

The fleetness of the hind, The fiery blood of Italy, The Northern's steadfast



mind. Let him to you the mystery show To blend high aims and cunning low;

And while youth's passions are aflame To fall in love by rule and plan! I fain



would meet with such a man; Would him Sir Microcosmus name.

Faust



What then am I, if I aspire in vain The crown of our humanity to gain,

Towards which my every sense doth strain?



Mephistopheles

Thou'rt after all - just what thou art. Put on thy head a wig with countless






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