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The owls fly out in strange The owl was awake in the white moon-
The columns of the evergreen palaces
I saw her at rest in her downy nest, And she stared at me with her broad, bright eyne.
The roots creak, and stretch, and groan;
And ruinously overthrown,
The trunks are crushed and shattered By the fierce blast's unconquerable
Over each other crack and crash they all
The airs hiss and howl
It is not the voice of the fountain,
Dost thou not hear?
Strange accents are ringing
Honour her, to whom honour is due,
A Voice. Which way comest thou?
The witches are singing!
The stubble is yellow, the corn is green,
Now to the Brocken the witches go; The mighty multitude here may be seen
Gathering, wizard and witch, below. Sir Urian is sitting aloft in the air;
Hey over stock! and hey over stone ! 'Twixt witches and incubi, what shall be done?
Tell it who dare! tell it who dare!
Voices above. Upon a sow-swine, whose farrows were Come with us, come with us, from nine,
Old Baubo rideth alone.
And you may now as well take your
Since you ride by so fast on the head-
Chorus of Witches.
Come away! come along!
The child in the cradle lies strangled at
And the mother is clapping her hands.-
We glide in Like snails when the women are all away;
And from a house once given over to
Woman has a thousand steps to stray.
A thousand steps must a woman take,
With what joy would we fly through the upper sky!
We are washed, we are 'nointed, stark
naked are we ;
But our toil and our pain are for ever in vain.
The wind is still, the stars are fled,
Out of the crannies of the rocks,
Oh, let me join your flocks!
And still in vain. Oh, might I be
There is a true witch element about
Take hold on me, or we shall be
Faust (from a distance).
I must exert my authority in the
Place for young Voland! pray make way, good people.
Take hold on me, doctor, and with one step
Some on a ram and some on a prong, On poles and on broomsticks we flutter along;
Forlorn is the wight who can rise not to-night.
A Half-Witch below.
I have been tripping this many an Something attracts me in those bushes.
Then every trough will be boat enough;
Both Choruses. We cling to the skirt, and we strike on the ground;
Let us escape from this unpleasant crowd:
They are too mad for people of my
Just there shines a peculiar kind of light
Are the others already so far before?
Witch - legions thicken around and
Wizard-swarms cover the heath all over.
What whispering, babbling, hissing,
What glimmering, spurting, stinking,
This way we shall slip down there in a minute.
A witch to be strong must anoint Into the Brocken upon May-day night, And then to isolate oneself in scorn, Disgusted with the humours of the time.
Faust. Spirit of Contradiction! Well, lead on
See yonder, round a many-coloured flame
A merry club is huddled altogether:
One would not be alone.
Where the blind million rush impetu-
Many a riddle that torments me!
We will stay here safe in the quiet dwell- I could not, if I would, mask myself ings.
'Tis an old custom.
I see young witches naked there, and old ones
Men have ever Come now, we'll go about from fire to fire:
Wisely attired with greater decency.
I hear them tune their instruments-one
to this damned scraping. Come, I'll lead you Among them; and what there you do and see,
As a fresh compact 'twixt us two shall
You ought to be with the young rioters
A pound of pleasure with a dram of Right in the thickest of the revelry— But every one is best content at home.
Who dare confide in right or a just claim?
So much as I had done for them! and
With women and the people 'tis the
Youth will stand foremost ever,—age may go
To the dark grave unhonoured.
How say you now? this space is wide enough
Look forth, you cannot see the end of
I'll be the pimp, and you shall be the lover.
[To some old Women, who are sitting round a heap of glimmering coals. Old gentlewomen, what do you do out here?
Nowadays People assert their rights: they go too far;
But as for me, the good old times I
Who throng around them seem innumerable:
Dancing and drinking, jabbering, making love,
And cooking, are at work. Now tell me, friend,
What is there better in the world than this?
Faust. In introducing us,
The character of wizard or of devil?
Mephistopheles. In truth, I generally
In strict incognito; and yet one likes
Will seize, whilst all things are whirled
I have no ribbon at my knee; but A spoke of Fortune's wheel, and keep
Then we were all in all, 'twas something worth
One's while to be in place and wear
That was indeed the golden age on earth.
At home, the cloven foot is honourable.
Author. now can taste a treatise of deep
ponderous volume? 'tis impertin
To write what none will read, therefore will I
Lilith, the first
To please the young and thoughtless people try.
Mephistopheles (who at once appears to have grown very old). I find the people ripe for the last day, Since I last came up to the wizard She will not ever set him free again. mountain; Faust.
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
There sit a girl and an old woman-
And as my little cask runs turbid now,
Seem to be tired with pleasure and
I have a pack full of the choicest wares
Nothing that in a moment will make
Men and the world with fine malicious mischief
There is no dagger drunk with blood; no bowl
From which consuming poison may be
By innocent and healthy lips; no jewel, The price of an abandoned maiden's shame;
Or stabs the wearer's enemy in the back;
The torrent of the crowd sweeps over us :
Faust. Who is that yonder?
Mark her well.
No sword which cuts the bond it cannot With you I feel that if required, Such still within my garden grow.
There is no rest to-night for any one:
[FAUST dances and sings with a girl, and MEPHISTOPHELES with an old Woman.
What is this cursed multitude about?
Have we not long since proved to
Gossip, you know little of these times. What has been, has been; what is done, is past,
That ghosts move not on ordinary feet? They shape themselves into the innova- But these are dancing just like men and tions
They breed, and innovation drags us with it.
I had once a lovely dream
To climb and taste attracted me.
She with apples you desired
The Girl. What does he want then
If it be left out of his reckoning,
There are few things that scandalise Who sang so sweetly to you in the
And when you whirl round in the circle now,
As he went round the wheel in his old Sprang from her mouth. mill,
That was all
Be it enough that the mouse was not
He says that you go wrong in all
Especially if you congratulate him
In this enlightened age too, since you
Mephistopheles. What? Faust. Seest thou not a pale, Fair girl, standing alone, far, far away? Proved not to exist!-But this infernal She drags herself now forward with slow
Will hear no reason and endure no rule. And seems as if she moved with shackled feet:
Are we so wise, and is the pond still haunted?
How long have I been sweeping out this rubbish
Of superstition, and the world will not
teasing us so. Procto-Phantasmist. I tell you, spirits,
to your faces now, That I should not regret this despotism Of spirits, but that mine can wield it
Faust. A red mouse in the middle of her singing
Then leave off It freezes up the blood of man; and they Who meet its ghastly stare are turned to stone,
Like those who saw Medusa.
To-night I shall make poor work of it, Yet I will take a round with you, and hope
Before my last step in the living dance
Do not disturb your hour of happiness
I cannot overcome the thought that she
Let it be
No good can come of it—it is not well
corpse Which no beloved hand has closed, alas! That is the breast which Margaret yielded to me
Those are the lovely limbs which I enjoyed!
Mephistopheles. It is all magic, poor
She looks to every one like his first love.
Cures him of spirits and the spirit to- My looks from her sweet piteous coun
[To FAUST, who has seceded from How strangely does a single blood-red the dance.
Why do you let that fair girl pass from Not broader than the sharp edge of a knife,