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When early in my chamber Shone bright the rising morn, I sat there on my pallet, My heart with anguish torn.
Help! from disgrace and death deliver me!
Ah! rich in sorrow, thou, Stoop thy maternal brow, And mark with pitying eye my misery!
NIGHT. STREET BEFORE MARGARET'S DOOR
VALENTINE (_a soldier_, MARGARET's _brother_)
When seated 'mong the jovial crowd, Where merry comrades boasting loud Each named with pride his favorite la.s.s, And in her honor drain'd his gla.s.s; Upon my elbows I would lean, With easy quiet view the scene, Nor give my tongue the rein, until Each swaggering blade had talked his fill.
Then smiling I my beard would stroke, The while, with br.i.m.m.i.n.g gla.s.s, I spoke; "Each to his taste!--but to my mind, Where in the country will you find, A maid, as my dear Gretchen fair, Who with my sister can compare?"
Cling! clang! so rang the jovial sound!
Shouts of a.s.sent went circling round; Pride of her s.e.x is she!--cried some; Then were the noisy boasters dumb.
And now!--I could tear out my hair, Or dash my brains out in despair!-- Me every scurvy knave may twit, With stinging jest and taunting sneer!
Like skulking debtor I must sit, And sweat each casual word to hear!
And though I smash'd them one and all,-- Yet them I could not liars call.
Who comes this way? who's sneaking here?
If I mistake not, two draw near.
If he be one, have at him;--well I wot Alive he shall not leave this spot!
FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES
FAUST
How far from yon sacristy, athwart the night, Its beams the ever-burning taper throws, While ever waning, fades the glimmering light, As gathering darkness doth around it close!
So night like gloom doth in my bosom reign.
MEPHISTOPHELES
I'm like a tom-cat in a thievish vein That up fire-ladders tall and steep And round the walls doth slyly creep; Virtuous withal I feel, with, I confess.
A touch of thievish joy and wantonness.
Thus through my limbs already burns The glorious Walpurgis night!
After tomorrow it returns; Then why one wakes, one knows aright!
FAUST
Meanwhile, the treasure I see glimmering there.
Will it ascend into the open air?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Ere long thou wilt proceed with pleasure To raise the casket with its treasure; I took a peep, therein are stored Of lion-dollars a rich h.o.a.rd.
FAUST
And not a trinket? not a ring?
Wherewith my lovely girl to deck?
MEPHISTOPHELES
I saw among them some such thing, A string of pearls to grace her neck.
FAUST
'Tis well! I'm always loath to go, Without some gift my love to show.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Some pleasures gratis to enjoy Should surely cause you no annoy.
While bright with stars the heavens appear, I'll sing a masterpiece of art: A moral song shall charm her ear, More surely to beguile her heart.
(_Sings to the guitar._)
Kathrina, say, Why lingering stay At dawn of day Before your lover's door?
Maiden, beware, Nor enter there, Lest forth you fare, A maiden never more.
Maiden take heed!
Reck well my rede!
Is't done, the deed?
Good night, you poor, poor thing!
The spoiler's lies, His arts despise, Nor yield your prize, Without the marriage ring!
VALENTINE (_steps forward_)
Whom are you luring here? I'll give it you!
Accursed rat-catchers, your strains I'll end!
First, to the devil the guitar I'll send!
Then to the devil with the singer too!
MEPHISTOPHELES
The poor guitar! 'tis done for now.
VALENTINE
Your skull shall follow next, I trow!
MEPHISTOPHELES (_to_ FAUST)
Doctor, stand fast! your strength collect!
Be prompt, and do as I direct.
Out with your whisk! keep close, I pray, I'll parry! do you thrust away!
VALENTINE
Then parry that!
MEPHISTOPHELES
