Mephistopheles
Here is a
casket, with a store Of jewels, which I got
elsewhere Just lay it in
the press; make haste! I swear to you, 'twill turn her brain; Therein some
trifles I have placed, Wherewith another to
obtain. But child is child, and play
is play.
Faust
I know not - shall I?
Mephistopheles
Do you ask? Perchance you would
retain the treasure? If such your wish, why
then, I say, Henceforth
absolve me from my task, Nor longer waste your
hours of
leisure. I trust you're not by
avarice led! I rub my hands, I
scratch my
head,
(He places the
casket in the press and closes the lock.)
Now quick! Away! That soon the sweet young creature may The wish and
purpose of your heart obey; Yet stand you there As would you to the lecture
- room
repair, As if before you stood, Arrayed in flesh and blood, Physics
and metaphysics weird and grey! Away!
(Exeunt.)
Margaret (with a lamp)
Here 'tis so close, so
sultry now,
(She opens the window.)
Yet out of doors 'tis not so warm. I feel so strange, I know not how I wish my
mother would come home. Through me there runs a shuddering I'm but a
foolish timid thing!
(While undressing herself she begins to sing.)
There was a king in Thule, True even to the grave; To whom his dying
mistress A golden beaker gave.
At every feast he drained it, Naught was to him so dear, And often as he
drained it, Gush'd from his eyes the tear.
When death came, unrepining His cities o'er he told; All to his heir resigning,
Except his cup of gold.
With many a
knightlyvassal At a royal feast sat he, In yon proud hall
ancestral, In his castle o'er the sea.
Up stood the jovial
monarch, And quaff'd his last life's glow, Then hurled the
hallow'd
goblet Into the flood below.
He saw it splashing, drinking, And plunging in the sea; His eyes
meanwhilewere sinking, And never again drank he.
(She opens the press to put away her clothes, and perceives the
casket.)
How comes this lovely
casket here? The press I locked, of that I'm confident.
'Tis very wonderful! What's in it I can't guess; Perhaps 'twas brought by some
one in
distress, And left in
pledge for loan my mother lent.
Here by a
ribbon hangs a little key! I have a mind to open it and see!
Heavens! only look! what have we here! In all my days ne'er saw I such a
sight! Jewels! which any noble dame might wear, For some high pageant
richly dight! This chain - how would it look on me! These splendid gems,
whose may they be?
(She puts them on and steps before the glass.)
Were but the ear - rings only mine! Thus one has quite another air. What
boots it to be young and fair? It
doubtless may be very fine; But then, alas,
none cares for you, And praise sounds half like pity too. Gold all doth lure,
Gold doth secure All things. Alas, we poor!
Promenade - Faust And Mephistopheles
Faust walking
thoughtfully up and down. To him Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles
By all rejected love! By hellish fire I curse, Would I knew aught to make my
imprecation worse!
Faust
What aileth thee? what chafes thee now so sore? A face like that I never saw
before!
Mephistopheles
I'd yield me to the devil
instantly, Did it not happen that myself am he!
Faust
There must be some
disorder in thy wit! To rave thus like a
madman, is it fit?
Mephistopheles
Think! only think! The gems for Gretchen brought, Them hath a
priest now
made his own! A
glimpse of them the mother caught, And 'gan with secret
fear to groan. The woman's scent is keen enough; Doth ever in the prayer -
book snuff; Smells every article to
ascertain Whether the thing is holy or
profane, And scented in the jewels rare, That there was not much blessing
there. "My child," she cries, "ill -
gotten good Ensnares the soul, consumes the
blood; With them we'll deck our Lady's
shrine, She'll cheer our souls with
bread divine!" At this poor Gretchen 'gan to pout; 'Tis a gift - horse, at least,
she thought, And sure, he godless cannot be, Who brought them here so