my cloak,

Justina.

I So potent was the charm, that had not God Appeal to Heaven against thee ; so that Shielded my humble innocence from Heaven

wrong, May scatter thy delusions, and the blot I should have sought my sorrow and my Upon my fame vanish in idle thought,

shame Even as flame dies in the envious air, With willing steps.—Livia, quick, bring And as the floweret wanes at morning frost,

For I must seek refuge from these And thou shouldst never

- But, alas!

extremes to whom

Even in the temple of the highest God Do I still speak?— Did not a man but now Where secretly the faithful worship. Stand here before me?-No, I am alone, Livia,

Here And yet I saw him. Is he gone so Justina (putting on her cloak). In quickly?

this, as in a shroud of snow, may I Or can the heated mind engender shapes Quench the consuming fire in which I From its own fear? Some terrible and burn, strange

Wasting away! Peril is near. Lisander ! father! lord ! Lisander. And I will go with Livia !

thee. Enter LISANDER and LIVIA.

Livia. When I once see them safe Lisander. Oh my daughter !

out of the house What ?

I shall breathe freely. Livia, What !

Justina.

So do I confide Justina.

Saw you In thy just savour, Heaven !
A man go forth from my apartment now?- Lisander.
I scarce contain myself!

Justina. Thine is the cause, great
Lisander.
A man here!

God ! turn for my sake, Justina. Have you not seen him? And for thine own, mercifully to me! Livia,

No, Lady
Justina. I saw him.
Lisander. 'Tis impossible ; the
doors

SCENES FROM THE FAUST Which led to this apartment were all

OF GOETHE locked. Livia (aside). I daresay it was Mos- SCENE 1.—PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN

con whom she saw, For he was locked up in my room.

The Lord and the Host of Heaven. Lisander.

It must

Enter three Archangels. Have been some image of thy phantasy.

Raphael.
Such melancholy as thou feedest is
Skilsul in forming such in the vain air The sun makes music as of old
Out of the motes and atoms of the day. Amid the rival spheres of Heaven,

Livia. My master's in the right. On its predestined circle rolled
Justina.

Oh would it were With thunder speed : the Angels even Delusion ; but I fear some greater ill. Draw strength from gazing on its glance, I feel as if out of my bleeding bosom Though none its meaning fathom My heart was torn in fragments; ay,

may : Some mortal spell is wrought against my | The world's unwithered countenance frame;

Is bright as at creation's day.

Let us go

Gabriel.

Thou tookest not my visits in ill part, And swift and swift, with rapid lightness, Thou seest me here once more among The adorned Earth spins silently,

thy household. Alternating Elysian brightness

Though I should scandalise this comWith deep and dreadful night ; the sea

pany,

You will excuse me if I do not talk Foams in broad billows from the deep

In the high style which they think Up to the rocks, and rocks and ocean,

fashionable ; Onward, with spheres which never sleep, Are hurried in eternal motion.

My pathos certainly would make you

laugh too, Michael.

IIad you not long since given over And tempests in contention roar

laughing From land to sea, from sea to land; Nothing know I to say of suns and And, raging, weave a chain of power,

worlds ; Which girds the earth, as with a I observe only how men plague themband.

selves ;A flashing desolation there,

The little god o' the world keeps the Flames before the thunder's way;

same stamp, But thy servants, Lord, revere

As wonderful as on creation's day :The gentle changes of thy day.

A little better would he live, hadst thou

Not given him a glimpse of Heaven's Chorus of the Three.

light The Angels draw strength from thy which he calls reason, and employs it glance,

only Though no one comprehend thee To live more beastlily than any beast. may ;

With reverence to your Lordship be it Thy world's unwithered countenance

spoken, Is bright as on creation's day.1

He's like one of those long-legged grassEnter MEPHISTOPHELES,

hoppers, Mephistopheles. As thou, O Lord, Who flits and jumps about, and sings

once more art kind enough To interest thyself in our affairs- The same old song i' the grass. There And ask, “How goes it with you there

let him lie, below ?”

Burying his nose in every heap of dung. And as indulgently at other times

The Lord. Have you no more to 1 Raphael. The sun sounds, according to

for ever

for me,

sorrow;

find'st power,

Always to scold, and cavil, and com- The full fresh cheeks of youth are food

plain ? Seems nothing ever right to you on And if a corpse knocks, I am not at earth?

home. Mephistopheles. No, Lord! I find For I am like a cat-I like to play

all there, as ever, bad at best. A little with the mouse before I eat it. Even I am sorry for man's days of The Lord. Well, well ! it is per

mitted thee. Draw thou I could myself almost give up the His spirit from its springs; as thou

pleasure Of plaguing the poor things.

Seize him and lead him on thy down. The Lord. Knowest thou Faust?

ward path; Mephistopheles. The Doctor ? And stand ashamed when failure teaches The Lord. Ay; my servant Faust.

thee Mephistopheles.

In truth That a good man, even in his darkest He serves you in a fashion quite his longings, own ;

Is well aware of the right way. And the fool's meat and drink are not Mephistopheles. Well and good. of earth.

I am not in much doubt about my bet, His aspirations bear him on so far And if I lose, then 'tis your turn to That he is half aware of his own folly,

crow; For he demands from Heaven its fairest Enjoy your triumph then with a full star,

breast. And from the earth the highest joy it Ay; dust shall he devour, and that bears,

with pleasure, Yet all things far, and all things near, Like my old paramour, the famous

Snake. To calm the deep emotions of his breast. The Lord. Pray come here when it The Lord. Though he now serves suits you; for I never me in a cloud of error,

Had much dislike for people of your I will soon lead him forth to the clear

sort. day.

And, among all the Spirits who rebelled, When trees look green full well the The knave was ever the least tedious gardener knows

to me. That fruits and blooms will deck the The active spirit of man soon sleeps, coming year.

and soon Mephistopheles. What will you bet? He seeks unbroken quiet; therefore I

—now I am sure of winning- Have given him the Devil for a comOnly, observe you give me full per- panion, mission

Who may provoke him to some sort of To lead him softly on my path.

work, The Lord.

As long And must create for ever.—But ye, pure As he shall live upon the earth, so long Children of God, enjoy eternal beauty ;Is nothing unto thee forbidden-Man Let that which ever operates and lives Must err till he has ceased to struggle. Clasp you within the limits of its love; Mephistopheles.

Thanks. And seize with sweet and melancholy And that is all I ask; for willingly

thoughts I never make acquaintance with the The floating phantoms of its loveliness. dead.

[Heaven closes; the Archangels exeunt.

are vain

pany?

Mephistopheles. From time to time Would favour us with your bright com.

I visit the old fellow, And I take care to keep on good terms Why should you blaze away there to with him.

no purpose ? Civil enough is the same God Almighty, Pray be so good as light us up this way. To talk so freely with the Devil himself. Ignis-fatuus. With reverence be it

spoken, I will try SCENE II.-MAY-DAY Night

To overcome the lightness of my nature;

Our course, you know, is generally zigSCENE.-- The Hartz Mountain, a

zag. desolate Country.

Mephistopheles. Ha, ha! your wor.

ship thinks you have to deal FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

With men. Gostraight on, in the Devil's Mephistopheles. Would you not like

name, a broomstick ? As for me Or I shall puff your flickering life out. I wish I had a good stout ram to ride; Ignis-fatuus.

Well, For we are still far from the appointed I see you are the master of the house; place.

I will accommodate myself to you. Faust. This knotted staff is help Only consider that to-night this mounenough for me,

tain Whilst I feel fresh upon my legs. What Is all enchanted, and if Jack-a-lantern good

Shows you his way, though you should Is there in making short a pleasant way? miss your own, To creep along the labyrinths of the vales, You ought not to be too exact with him. And climb those rocks, where everbabbling springs,

Faust, MEPHISTOPHELES, and IGNISPrecipitate themselves in waterfalls,

FATUUS, in alternate Chorus. Is the true sport that seasons such a path. The limits of the sphere of dream, Already Spring kindles the birchen

The bounds of true and false, are past. spray, And the hoar pines already feel her

Lead us on, thou wandering Gleam, breath:

Lead us onward, far and fast, Shall she not work also within our limbs ?

To the wide, the desert waste. Mephistopheles. Nothing of such an But see, how swist advance and shift influence do I feel.

Trees behind trees, row by row,My body is all wintry, and I wish

How, clift by clift, rocks bend and list The flowers upon our path were frost Their frowning foreheads as we go. and snow.

The giant-snouted crags, ho! ho! But see how melancholy rises now,

How they snort, and how they blow! Dimly uplifting her belated beam, The blank unwelcome round of the red | Through the mossy sods and stones, moon,

Stream and streamlet hurry downAnd gives so bad a light, that every step A rushing throng! A sound of song One stumbles 'gainst some crag.

With Beneath the vault of Heaven is blown! your permission,

Sweet notes of love, the speaking tones I'll call an Ignis-fatuus to our aid : Of this bright day, sent down to say I see one yonder burning jollily.

That Paradise on Earth is known, Halloo, my friend ! may I request that Resound around, beneath, above. you

All we hope and all we love

by ;

Finds a voice in this blithe strain, Shoots from the lowest gorge of the abyss Which wakens hill and wood and rill, of mountains, lightning hitherward : And vibrates far o'er field and vale,

there rise And which Echo, like the tale Pillars of smoke, here clouds float gently Of old times, repeats again. To-whoo! to-whoo! near, nearer now

Here the light burns soft as the enkindled The sound of song, the rushing throng ! Or the illumined dust of golden flowers ;

air, Are the screech, the lapwing, and the jay, And now it glides like tender colours All awake as if 'twere day?

spreading : See, with long legs and belly wide,

And now bursts forth in fountains from A salamander in the brake !

the earth ; Every root is like a snake,

And now it winds, one torrent of broad And along the loose hillside,

light, With strange contortions through the

Through the far valley with a hundred night,

veins; Curls, to seize or to affright ;

And now once more within that narrow And, animated, strong, and many,

corner They dart forth polypus-antennæ, To blister with their poison spume

Masses itself into intensest splendour. The wanderer. Through the dazzling

And near us, see, sparks spring out of

the ground, gloom The many-coloured mice, that thread

Like golden sand scattered upon the

darkness; The dewy turf beneath our tread,

The pinnacles of that black wall of In troops each other's motions cross,

mountains Through the heath and through the

That hems us in are kindled. moss ;

Mephistopheles. Rare: in faith! And, in legions intertangled, The fire-flies flit, and swarm, and

Does not Sir Mammon gloriously illum

inate throng, Till all the mountain depths arespangled. His palace for this festival--it is

A pleasure which you had not known Tell me, shall we go or stay?

before. Shall we onward ? Come along ! I spy the boisterous guests already. Everything around is swept

Faust.

How Forward, onward, far away !

The children of the wind rage in the air ! Trees and masses intercept

With what fierce strokes they fall upon The sight, and wisps on every side Are puffed up and multiplied.

Mephistopheles. Mephistopheles. Now vigorously seize Cling tightly to the old ribs of the crag. my skirt, and gain

Beware! for if with them thou This pinnacle of isolated crag.

warrest One may observe with wonder from this In their fierce flight towards the point,

wilderness, How Mammon glows among the moun. Their breath will sweep thee into dust, tains.

and drag Faust.

Ay- Thy body to a grave in the abyss. And strangely through the solid depth A cloud thickens the night. below

Hark! how the tempest crashes A melancholy light, like the red dawn,

through the forest !

my neck!