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(Sound of the organ.) EVIL SPIRIT
Wrath takes thee!
The trumpet peals!
The graves tremble!
And thy heart From ashy rest To fiery torments Now again requickened, Throbs to life!
MARGARET
Would I were forth!
I feel as if the organ here My breath takes from me, My very heart Dissolved by the anthem!
CHORUS
Judex ergo c.u.m sedebit, Quidquid latet, ad parebit, Nil inultum remanebit.
MARGARET
I cannot breathe!
The ma.s.sy pillars Imprison me!
The vaulted arches Crush me!-Air!
EVIL SPIRIT
Hide thyself! Sin and shame Stay never hidden.
Air? Light?
Woe to thee!
CHORUS
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, Quem patronem rogaturus, c.u.m vix Justus sit securus EVIL SPIRIT
They turn their faces, The glorified, from thee: The pure, their hands to offer, Shuddering, refuse thee!
Woe!
CHORUS
Quid sum miser tune dicturus?
MARGARET
Neighbor! your cordial! (She falls in a swoon.)
XXI
WALPURGIS-NIGHT
THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS.
District of Schierke and Elend.
FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES
MEPHISTOPHELES
DOST thou not wish a broomstick-steed's a.s.sistance?
The st.u.r.diest he-goat I would gladly see: The way we take, our goal is yet some distance.
FAUST
So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence.
This knotted staff suffices me.
What need to shorten so the way?
Along this labyrinth of vales to wander, Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder, Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray, Is such delight, my steps would fain delay.
The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches, And even the fir-tree feels it now: Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches?
MEPHISTOPHELES
I notice no such thing, I vow!
'Tis winter still within my body: Upon my path I wish for frost and snow.
How sadly rises, incomplete and ruddy, The moon's lone disk, with its belated glow, And lights so dimly, that, as one advances, At every step one strikes a rock or tree!
Let us, then, use a Jack-o'-lantern's glances: I see one yonder, burning merrily.
Ho, there! my friend! I'll levy thine attendance: Why waste so vainly thy resplendence?
Be kind enough to light us up the steep!
WILL-O'-THE-WISP
My reverence, I hope, will me enable To curb my temperament unstable; For zigzag courses we are wont to keep.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Indeed? he'd like mankind to imitate!
Now, in the Devil's name, go straight, Or I'll blow out his being's flickering spark!
WILL-O'-THE-WISP
You are the master of the house, I mark, And I shall try to serve you nicely.
But then, reflect: the mountain's magic-mad to-day, And if a will-o'-the-wisp must guide you on the way, You mustn't take things too precisely.
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, WILL-O'-THE-WISP
(in alternating song)
We, it seems, have entered newly In the sphere of dreams enchanted.
Do thy bidding, guide us truly, That our feet be forwards planted In the vast, the desert s.p.a.ces!
See them swiftly changing places, Trees on trees beside us trooping, And the crags above us stooping, And the rocky snouts, outgrowing,- Hear them snoring, hear them blowing!
O'er the stones, the gra.s.ses, flowing Stream and streamlet seek the hollow.
Hear I noises? songs that follow?
