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moon

The owls fly out in strange The owl was awake in the white me affright;

shine ; The columns of the evergreen palaces I saw her at rest in her downy nest, Are split and shattered;

And she stared at me with her broad, The roots creak, and stretch, and bright eyne. groan ;

Voices. And ruinously overthrown,

And you may now as well take your The trunks are crushed and shattered course on to Hell, By the fierce blast's unconquerable Since you ride by so fast on the head. stress.

long blast. Over each other crack and crash they all

A Voice, In terrible and intertangled fall ; She dropt poison upon me as I past. And through the ruins of the shaken Here are the wounds mountain

Chorus of Witches, The airs hiss and howl

Come away ! come along ! It is not the voice of the fountain, The way is wide, the way is long, Nor the wolf in his midnight prowl. But what is that for a Bedlam throng? Dost thou not hear?

Stick with the prong, and scratch with Strange accents are ringing

the broom. Alost, afar, anear?

The child in the cradle lies strangled at The witches are singing !

home, The torrent of a raging wizard song And the mother is clapping her hands.Streams the whole mountain along.

Semichorus of Wizards 1.
Chorus of Witches.

We glide in The stubble is yellow, the corn is green,

Like snails when the women are all Now to the Brocken the witches go ;

away ; The mighty multitude here may be seen And from a house once given over to Gathering, wizard and witch, below.

sin Sir Urian is sitting aloft in the air ; Woman has a thousand steps to stray. Hey over stock ! and hey over stone !

Semichorus II. 'Twixt witches and incubi, what shall A thousand steps must a woman take, be done?

Where a man but a single spring will Tell it who dare ! tell it who dare !

make. A Voice.

Voices above. Upon a sow-swine, whose farrows were Come with us, come with us, from nine,

Felsensee.
Old Baubo rideth alone.

Voices below.
Chorus.

With what joy would we fly through Honour her, to whom honour is due,

the upper sky! Old mother Baubo, honour to you ! We are washed, we are 'nointed, stark An able sow, with old Baubo upon her,

naked are we ; Is worthy of glory, and worthy of honour! But our toil and our pain are for ever The legion of witches is coming behind,

in vain. Darkening the night, and outspeeding

Both Choruses.
the wind -

The wind is still, the stars are fled,
A Voice.

The melancholy moon is dead ;
Which way comest thou ?

The magic notes, like spark on spark, A Voice.

Drizzle, whistling through the dark. Over Ilsenstein ;

Come away!

us;

Voices below.

There is a true witch element about
Stay, oh stay!
Voices above.

Take hold on

me, or we shall be Out of the crannies of the rocks,

divided : Who calls ?

Where are you?
Voices below.

Faust ( from a distance). Here!
Oh, let me join your flocks! Mephistopheles.

What! I, three hundred years have striven I must exert my authority in the To catch your skirt and mount to

house. Heaven,

Place for

young
Voland !

pray
make

way, And still in vain. Oh, might I be

good people. With company akin to me!

Take hold on me, doctor, and with one Both Choruses.

step Some on a ram and some on a prong, Let us escape from this unpleasant On poles and on broomsticks we flutter crowd : along;

They are too mad for people of my Forlorn is the wight who can rise not

sort. to-night.

Just there shines a peculiar kind of A Half-Witch below.

lightI have been tripping this many an Something attracts me in those bushes. hour :

Come Are the others already so far before? This way: we shall slip down there in No quiet at home, and no peace abroad ! a minute. And less methinks is found by the road. Faust. Spirit of Contradiction! Well, Chorus of Witches.

lead on Come onward, away! aroint thee, 'Twere a wise feat indeed to wander aroint!

out A witch to be strong must anoint - Into the Brocken upon May-day night, anoint

And then to isolate oneself in scorn, Then every trough will be boat enough; Disgusted with the humours of the With a rag for a sail we can sweep

time. through the sky,

Mephistopheles. See yonder, round a Who flies not to-night, when mcans he many-coloured flame to fly?

A merry club is huddled altogether : Both Choruses.

Even with such little people as sit We cling to the skirt, and we strike on

there the ground;

One would not be alone. Witch - legions thicken around and Faust,

Would that I were around;

Up yonder in the glow and whirling Wizard-swarms cover the heath all over.

smoke, [They desceni. Where the blind million rush impetuMephistopheles.

ously What thronging, dashing, raging, rust. To meet the evil ones; there might I ling;

solve What whispering, babbling, hissing, Many a riddle that torments me! bustling;

Mephistopheles.

Yet What glimmering, spurting, stinking, Many a riddle there is tied anew burning,

Inextricably. Let the great world As Heaven and Earth were overturning.

rage!

fire:

now

and see,

We will stay here safe in the quiet dwell. I could not, if I would, mask myself ings.

here. 'Tis an old custom. Men have ever Come now, we'll go about from fire to

built Their own small world in the great world I'll be the pimp, and you shall be the of all.

lover. I see young witches naked there, and [To some old Women, who are sitting old ones

round a heap of glimmering coals. Wisely attired with greater decency. Old gentlewomen, what do you do out Be guided now by me, and you shall here? buy

You ought to be with the young rioters A pound of pleasure with a dram of Right in the thickest of the revelrytrouble.

But every one is best content at home. I hear them tune their instruments-one

General. must Get used

Who dare confide in right or a just to this damned scraping.

claim ? Come, I'll lead you

So much as I had done for them ! and Among them; and what there you do As a fresh compact 'twixt us two shall With women and the people 'tis the

same, be.

Youth will stand foremost ever,-age How say you now? this space is wide enough

may go Look forth, you cannot see the end of

To the dark grave unhonoured. it

Minister, An hundred bonfires burn in rows, and

Nowadays they

People assert their rights: they go Who throng around them seem innum

too far; erable:

But as for me, the good old times I Dancing and drinking, jabbering, mak

praise; ing love,

Then we

were all in all, 'twas And cooking, are at work. Now tell something worth me, friend,

One's while to be in place and wear What is there better in the world than

a star; this?

That was indeed the golden age on Faust. In introducing us, do you

earth.

Parvenu. The character of wizard or of devil ? We too are active, and we did and do

Mephistopheles. In truth, I generally What we ought not, perhaps; and yet

assume

go about

we now

In strict incognito; and yet one likes Will seize, whilst all things are whirled To wear one's orders upon gala days.

round and round, I have no ribbon at my knee; but A spoke of Fortune's wheel, and keep here

our ground. At home, the cloven foot is honourable.

Author. See you that snail there?—she comes Who now can taste a treatise of deep

creeping up, And with her feeling eyes liath smelt And ponderous volume? 'tis impertin

out something.

sense

ence

To write what none will read, therefore Faust. Who? will I

Mephistopheles. Lilith, the first To please the young and thoughtless wife of Adam. people try.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels Mephistopheles (who at once appears All women in the magic of her locks;

to have grown very old). I find And when she winds them round a

the people ripe for the last day, young man's neck, Since I last came up to the wizard She will not ever set him free again. mountain;

Faust. And as my little cask runs turbid now, There sit a girl and an old womanSo is the world drained to the dregs.

they Pedlar-witch.

Look here, Seem to be tired with pleasure and Gentlemen; do not hurry on so fast

with play. And lose the chance of a good penny.

Mephistopheles. worth.

There is no rest to-night for any one: I have a pack full of the choicest wares

When one dance ends another is begun; Of every sort, and yet in all my bundle Come, let us to it. We shall have rare Is nothing like what may be found on

fun. earth;

[Faust dances and sings with a girl, Nothing that in a moment will make

and MEPHISTOPHELES with an old rich

Woman. Men and the world with fine malicious

Faust, mischiefThere is no dagger drunk with blood;

I had once a lovely dream

In which I saw an apple tree, no bowl From which consuming poison may be Where two fair apples with their gleam drained

To climb and taste attracted me. By innocent and healthy lips; no jewel,

The Girl. The price of an abandoned maiden's She with apples you desired shame;

From Paradise came long ago: No sword which cuts the bond it cannot With you I feel that if required, loose,

Such still within my garden grow. Or stabs the wearer's enemy in the back; No

Procto- Phantasmist. What is this Mephistopheles.

Gossip, you

cursed multitude about? know little of these times.

Have we

not long since proved to What has been, has been; what is done, demonstration

That ghosts move not on ordinary feet? They shape themselves into the innova- But these are dancing just like men and tions

women. They breed, and innovation drags us The Girl. What does he want then with it.

at our ball? The torrent of the crowd sweeps over us : Faust.

Oh! he You think to impel, and are yourself | Is far above us all in his conceit: impelled.

Whilst we enjoy, he reasons of enjoyment; Faust. Who is that yonder? And any step which in our dance we Mephistopheles. Mark her well. tread, It is

If it be left out of his reckoning, Lilith.

Is not to be considered as a step.

is past,

There are few things that scandalise Who sang so sweetly to you in the him not:

dance? And when you whirl round in the circle Faust. A red mouse in the middle now,

of her singing As he went round the wheel in his old Sprang from her mouth. mill,

Mephistopheles. That was all He says that you go wrong in all right, my friend : respects,

Be it enough that the mouse was not Especially if you congratulate him

gray. Upon the strength of the resemblance. Do not disturb your hour of happiness Procto-Phantasmist,

Fly! With close consideration of such trifles. Vanish! Unheard-of impudence! What, Faust. Then saw Istill there!

Mephistopheles.

What? In this enlightened age too, since you Faust.

Seest thou not a pale, have been

Fair girl, standing alone, far, far away? Proved not to exist !—But this infernal She drags herself now forward with slow brood

steps, Will hear no reason and endure no rule. And seems as if she moved with shackled Are we so wise, and is the pond still

feet : haunted ?

I cannot overcome the thought that she Ilow long have I been sweeping out Is like poor Margaret. this rubbish

Mephistopheles.

Let it beOf superstition, and the world will not

pass onCome clean with all my pains it is a No good can come of it-it is not well

To meet it-it is an enchanted phantom, Unheard of !

A lifeless idol; with its numbing look, The Girl.

Then leave off It freezes up the blood of man; and they teasing us so.

Who meet its ghastly stare are turned Procto-Phantasmist. I tell you, spirits,

to stone, to your faces now,

Like those who saw Medusa, That I should not regret this despotism Faust.

Oh, too true! Of spirits, but that mine can wield it Her eyes are like the eyes of a fresh not.

corpse To-night I shall make poor work of it, Which no beloved hand has closed, alas! Yet I will take a round with you, and That is the breast which Margaret hope

yielded to meBefore my last step in the living dance Those are the lovely limbs which I To beat the poet and the devil together. enjoyed ! Mephistopheles. At last he will sit Mephistopheles. It is all magic, poor down in some foul puddle;

deluded fool ! That is his way of solacing himself; She looks to every one like his first love. Until some leech, diverted with his Faust. Oh, what delight! what woe! gravity,

I cannot turn Cures him of spirits and the spirit to. My looks from her sweet piteous coun

gether, [To Faust, who has seceded from How strangely does a single blood-red the dance.

line, Why do you let that sair girl pass from Not broader than the sharp edge of a you,

knife,

case

tenance.

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