Part 5
(Aloud) Of medicine the spirit's caught with ease, The great and little world you study through, That things may then their course pursue, As heaven may please. In vain abroad you range through science' ample space, Each man learns only that which learn he can; Who knows the moment to embrace, He is your proper man. In person you are tolerably made, Nor in assurance will you be deficient: Self-confidence acquire, be not afraid, Others will then esteem you a proficient. Learn chiefly with the sex to deal! Their thousands ahs and ohs, These the sage doctor knows, He only from one point can heal. Assume a decent tone of courteous ease, You have them then to humour as you please. First a diploma must belief infuse, That you in your profession take the lead: You then at once those easy freedoms use For which another many a year must plead; Learn how to feel with nice address The dainty wrist;--and how to press, With ardent furtive glance, the slender waist, To feel how tightly it is laced.
STUDENT
There is some sense in that! one sees the how and why.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Grey is, young friend, all theory: And green of life the golden tree.
STUDENT
I swear it seemeth like a dream to me. May I some future time repeat my visit, To hear on what your wisdom grounds your views?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Command my humble service when you choose.
STUDENT
Ere I retire, one boon I must solicit: Here is my album, do not, Sir, deny This token of your favour!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Willingly! (He writes and returns the book.)
STUDENT (reads)
ERITIS SICUT DEUS, SCIENTES BONUM ET MALUM (He reverently closes the book and retires.)
MEPHISTOPHELES
Let but this ancient proverb be your rule, My cousin follow still, the wily snake, And with your likeness to the gods, poor fool, Ere long be sure your poor sick heart will quake!
FAUST (enters) Whither away?
MEPHISTOPHELES
'Tis thine our course to steer. The little world, and then the great we'll view. With what delight, what profit too, Thou'lt revel through thy gay career!
FAUST Despite my length of beard I need The easy manners that insure success; Th' attempt I fear can ne'er succeed; To mingle in the world I want address; I still have an embarrass'd air, and then I feel myself so small with other men.
MEPHISTOPHELES Time, my good friend, will all that's needful give; Be only self-possessed, and thou hast learn'd to live.
FAUST
But how are we to start, I pray? Steeds, servants, carriage, where are they?
MEPHISTOPHELES
We've but to spread this mantle wide, 'Twill serve whereon through air to ride, No heavy baggage need you take, When we our bold excursion make, A little gas, which I will soon prepare, Lifts us from earth; aloft through air, Light laden, we shall swiftly steer;-- I wish you joy of your new life-career.
AUERBACH'S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG A Drinking Party
FROSCH
No drinking? Naught a laugh to raise? None of your gloomy looks, I pray! You, who so bright were wont to blaze, Are dull as wetted straw to-day.
BRANDER
'Tis all your fault; your part you do not bear, No beastliness, no folly.
FROSCH (pours a glass of wine over his head)
There, You have them both!
BRANDER
You double beast!
FROSCH
'Tis what you ask'd me for, at least!
SIEBEL
Whoever quarrels, turn him out! With open throat drink, roar, and shout. Hollo! Hollo! Ho!
ALTMAYER
Zounds, fellow, cease your deaf'ning cheers! Bring cotton-wool! He splits my ears.
SIEBEL
'Tis when the roof rings back the tone, Then first the full power of the bass is known.
FROSCH
Right! out with him who takes offence! A! tara lara da!
ALTMAYER
A! tara lara da!
FROSCH
Our throats are tuned. Come let's commence!
(Sings) The holy Roman empire now, How holds it still together?
BRANDER
An ugly song! a song political! A song offensive! Thank God, every morn To rule the Roman empire, that you were not born! I bless my stars at least that mine is not Either a kaiser's or a chancellor's lot. Yet 'mong ourselves should one still lord it o'er the rest; That we elect a pope I now suggest. Ye know, what quality ensures A man's success, his rise secures.
Faoscn (sings) Bear, lady nightingale above, Ten thousand greetings to my love.
SIESEL
No greetings to a sweetheart! No love-songs shall there be!
FROSCH
Love-greetings and love-kisses! Thou shalt not hinder me!
(Sings) Undo the bolt! in silly night, Undo the bolt! the lover wakes. Shut to the bolt! when morning breaks,
SIEBEL
Ay, sing, sing on, praise her with all, thy might!! My turn to laugh will come some day. Me hath she jilted once, you the same trick she'll play. Some gnome her lover be! where cross-roads meet, With her to play the fool; or old he-goat, From Blocksberg coming in swift gallop, bleat A good night to her, from his hairy throat! A proper lad of genuine flesh and blood, Is for the damsel far too good; The greeting she shall have from me, To smash her window-panes will be!
BRANDER (striking on the table)
Silence! Attend! to me give ear! Confess, sirs, I know how to live: Some love-sick folk are sitting here! Hence, 'tis but fit, their hearts to cheer, That I a good-night strain to them should give. Hark! of the newest fashion is my song! Strike boldly in the chorus, clear and strong!
(He sings) Once in a cellar lived a rat, He feasted there on butter, Until his paunch became as fat As that of Doctor Luther, The cook laid poison for the guest, Then was his heart with pangs oppress'd, As if his frame love wasted.
Chorus (shouting) As if his frame love wasted.
BRANDER
He ran around, he ran abroad, Of every puddle drinking. The house with rage he scratch'd and gnaw'd, In vain,--he fast was Sinking; Full many an anguish'd bound he gave, Nothing the hapless brute could save, As if his frame love wasted.
CHORUS
As if his frame love wasted.
BRANDER
By torture driven, in open day, The kitchen he invaded, Convulsed upon the hearth he lay, With anguish sorely jaded; The poisoner laugh'd, Ha! ha! quoth she, His life is ebbing fast, I see, As if his frame love wasted.
CHORUS
As if his frame love wasted.
SIEBEL
How the dull boors exulting shout! Poison for the poor rats to strew A fine exploit it is no doubt.
BRANDER
They, as it seems, stand well with you!
ALTMAYER
Old bald-pate! with the paunch profound! The rat's mishap hath tamed his nature; For he his counterpart bath found Depicted in the swollen creature.
FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES
MEPHISTOPHELES
I now must introduce to you Before aught else, this jovial crew, To show how lightly life may glide away; With the folk here each day's a holiday. With little wit and much content,
Each on his own small round intent, Like sportive kitten with its tail; While no sick-headache they bewail, And while their host will credit give, Joyous and free from care they live.
BRANDER
They're off a journey, that is clear,-- From their strange manners; they have scarce been here An hour.
FROSCH
You're right! Leipzig's the place for me 'Tis quite a little Paris; people there Acquire a certain easy finish'd air.
SIEBEL
What take you now these travellers to be?
FROSCH
Let me alone! O'er a full glass you'll see, As easily I'll worm their secret out, As draw an infant's tooth. I've not a doubt That my two gentlemen are nobly born, They look dissatisfied and full of scorn.
BRANDER
They are but mountebanks, I'll lay a bet!
ALTMAYER
Most like.
FROSCH
Mark me, I'll screw it from them yet!
MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)
These fellows would not scent the devil out, E'en though he had them by the very throat!
FAUST
SIEBEL
Thanks for your fair salute. (Aside, glancing at MEPHISTOPHELES.) How! goes the fellow on a halting foot?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Is it permitted here with you to sit? Then though good wine is not forthcoming here, Good company at least our hearts will cheer.
ALTMAYER
A dainty gentleman, no doubt of it.
FROSCH
You're doubtless recently from Rippach? Pray, Did you with Master Hans there chance to sup?
MEPHISTOPHELES
To-day we pass'd him, but we did not stop! When last we met him he had much to say Touching his cousins, and to each he sent Full many a greeting and kind compliment. (With an inclination towards FROSCH.)
ALTMAYER (aside to FROSCH)
You have it there!
SIEBEL
Faith! he's a knowing one!
FROSCH
Have patience! I will show him up anon!
MEPHISTOPHELES
We heard erewhile, unless I'm wrong, Voices well trained in chorus pealing? Certes, most choicely here must song Re-echo from this vaulted ceiling!
FROSCH
That you're an amateur one plainly sees!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Oh no, though strong the love, I cannot boast much skill.
ALTMAYER
Give us a song!
MEPHISTOPHELES
As many as you will.
SIEBEL
But be it a brand new one, if you please!
MEPHISTOPHELES
But recently returned from Spain are we, The pleasant land of wine and minstrelsy.
(Sings) A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea--
FROSCH
Hark! did you rightly catch the words? a flea! An odd sort of a guest he needs must be.
MEPHISTOPHELES (sings)
A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he! His tailor then he summon'd, The tailor to him goes: Now measure me the youngster For jerkin and for hose!
BRANDER
Take proper heed, the tailor strictly charge, The nicest measurement to take, And as he loves his head, to make The hose quite smooth and not too large!
MEPHISTOPHELES
In satin and in velvet, Behold the yonker dressed; Bedizen'd o'er with ribbons, A cross upon his breast. Prime minister they made him, He wore a star of state; And all his poor relations Were courtiers, rich and great.
The gentlemen and ladies At court were sore distressed; The queen and all her maidens Were bitten by the pest, And yet they dared not scratch them, Or chase the fleas away. If we are bit, we catch them, And crack without delay.
CHORUS (shouting)
If we are bit, &c.
FROSCH
Bravo! That's the song for me!
SIEBEL
Such be the fate of every flea!
BRANDER
With Clever finger catch and Kill!
ALTMAYER
Hurrah for wine and freedom still!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Were but your wine a trifle better, friend, A glass to freedom I would gladly drain.
SIEBEL
You'd better not repeat those words again t
MEPHISTOPHELES
I am afraid the landlord to offend; Else freely I would treat each worthy guest From our own cellar to the very best.
SIEBEL
Out with it then! Your doings I'll defend.
FROSCH
Give a good glass, and straight we'll praise you, one and all. Only let not your samples be too small; For if my judgment you desire, Certes, an ample mouthful I require.
ALTMAYER (aside)
I guess they're from the Rhenish land.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Fetch me a gimlet here!
BRANDER
Say, what therewith to bore? You cannot have the wine-casks at the door?
ALTMAYER
Our landlord's tool-basket behind doth yonder stand.
MEPHISTOPHELES (takes the gimlet)
(To FROSCH)
Now only say! what liquor will you take?
FROSCH
How mean you that? have you of every sort?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Each may his own selection make.
ALTMAYER (to FROSCH)
Ha! Ha! You lick your lips already at the thought.
FROSCH
Good, if I have my choice, the Rhenish I propose; For still the fairest gifts the fatherland bestows.
MEPHISTOPHELES
(boring a hole in the edge of the table opposite to where FROSCH is sitting)
Give me a little wax--and make some stoppers--quick!
ALTMAYER
Why, this is nothing but a juggler's trick!
MEPHISTOPHELES (to BRANDER)
And you?
BRANDER
Champagne's the wine for me; Right brisk, and sparkling let it be!
(MEPHISTOPHELES bores; one of the party has in the meantime prepared the wax-stoppers and stopped the holes.)
BRANDER
What foreign is one always can't decline, What's good is often scatter'd far apart. The French your genuine German hates with all his heart, Yet has a relish for their wine.
SIEBEL.
(as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches him)
I like not acid wine, I must allow, Give me a glass of genuine sweet!
MEPHISTOPHELES (bored)
Tokay Shall, if you wish it, flow without delay.
ALTMAYER
Come! look me in the face! no fooling now! You are but making fun of us, I trow.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Ah! ah! that would indeed be making free With such distinguished guests. Come, no delay; What liquor can I serve you with, I pray?
ALTMAYER
Only be quick, it matters not to me. (After the holes are bored and stopped.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (with strange gestures)
Grapes the vine-stock bears, Horns the buck-goat wears! Wine is sap, the vine is wood, The wooden board yields wine as good. With a deeper glance and true The mysteries of nature view! Have faith and here's a miracle! Your stoppers draw and drink your fill!
ALL.
(as they draw the stoppers and the wine chosen by each runs into his glass) Oh beauteous spring, which flows so far!
MEPHISTOPHELES Spill not a single drop, of this beware! (They drink repeatedly.)
ALL (sing)
Happy as cannibals are we, Or as five hundred swine.
MEPHISTOPHELES
They're in their glory, mark their elevation!
FAUST
Let's hence, nor here our stay prolong.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Attend, of brutishness ere long You'll see a glorious revelation.
SIEBEL
(drinks carelessly; the wine is spilt upon the ground, and turns to flame) Help! fire! help! Hell is burning!
MEPHISTOPHELES
(addressing the flames)
Stop, Kind element, be still, I say!
(To the Company.)
SIEBEL
What means the knave! For this you'll dearly pay! Us, it appears, you do not know.
FROSCH
Such tricks a second time he'd better show!
ALTMAYER
Methinks 'twere well we pack'd him quietly away.
SIEBEL
What, sir! with us your hocus-pocus play!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Silence, old wine-cask!
SIEBEL
How! add insult, too! Vile broomstick!
BRANDER
Hold, or blows shall rain on you!
ALTMAYER
(draws a stopper out of the table; fire springs out against him) I burn! I burn!
SIEBEL
'Tis sorcery, I vow! Strike home! The fellow is fair game, I trow! (They draw their knives and attack MEPHISTOPHELES.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (with solemn gestures)
Visionary scenes appear! Words delusive cheat the ear! Be ye there, and be ye here! (They stand amazed and gaze at each other.)
ALTMAYER
Where am I? What a beauteous land!
FROSCH
Vineyards! unless my sight deceives?
SIEBEL
And clust'ring grapes too, close at hand!
BRANDER
And underneath the spreading leaves, What stems there be! What grapes I see! (He senses SIEBEL by the nose. The others reciprocally do the same, and raise their knives.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (as above)
Delusion, from their eyes the bandage take! Note how the devil loves a jest to break! (He disappears with FAUST; the fellows draw back from one another.)
SIEBEL
What was it?
ALTMAYER
How?
FROSCH
Was that your nose?
BRANDER (to SIEBEL)
And look, my hand doth thine enclose!
ALTMAYER
I felt a shock, it went through every limb! A chair! I'm fainting! All things swim!
FROSCH
Say what has happened, what's it all about?
SIEBEL
Where is the fellow? Could I scent him out, His body from his soul I'd soon divide!
ALTMAYER
With my own eyes, upon a cask astride, Forth through the cellar-door I saw him ride-- Heavy as lead my feet are growing. (Turning to the table.) I wonder is the wine still flowing!
SIEBEL
'Twas all delusion, cheat and lie.
FROSCH
'Twas wine I drank, most certainly.
BRANDER
But with the grapes how was it, pray?
ALTMAYER
That none may miracles believe, who now will say?
WITCHES' KITCHEN
A large caldron hangs over the fire on a low hearth; various figures appear in the vapour rising from it. A FEMALE MONKEY sits beside the caldron to skim it, and watch that it does not boil over. The MALE MONKEY with the young ones is seated near, warming himself. The walls and ceiling are adorned with the strangest articles of witch-furniture.
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES
FAUST
This senseless, juggling witchcraft I detest! Dost promise that in this foul nest Of madness, I shall be restored? Must I seek counsel from an ancient dame? And can she, by these rites abhorred, Take thirty winters from my frame? Woe's me, if thou naught better canst suggest! Hope has already fled my breast. Has neither nature nor a noble mind A balsam yet devis'd of any kind?
MEPHISTOPHELES
My friend, you now speak sensibly. In truth, Nature a method giveth to renew thy youth: But in another book the lesson's writ;-- It forms a curious chapter, I admit.
FAUST
I fain would know it.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Good! A remedy Without physician, gold, or sorcery: Away forthwith, and to the fields repair, Begin to delve, to cultivate the ground, Thy senses and thyself confine Within the very narrowest round, Support thyself upon the simplest fare, Live like a very brute the brutes among, Neither esteem it robbery The acre thou dost reap, thyself to dung; This is the best method, credit me, Again at eighty to grow hale and young.
FAUST
I am not used to it, nor can myself degrade So far, as in my hand to take the spade. This narrow life would suit me not at all.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Then we the witch must summon after all.
FAUST
Will none but this old beldame do? Canst not thyself the potion brew?
MEPHISTOPHELES
A pretty play our leisure to beguile! A thousand bridges I could build meanwhile. Not science only and consummate art, Patience must also bear her part. A quiet spirit worketh whole years long; Time only makes the subtle ferment strong. And all things that belong thereto, Are wondrous and exceeding rare! The devil taught her, it is true; But yet the draught the devil can't prepare. (Perceiving the beasts.) Look yonder, what a dainty pair! Here is the maid! the knave is there! (To the beasts) It seems your dame is not at home?
THE MONKEYS
Gone to carouse, Out of the house, Thro' the chimney and away!
MEPHISTOPHELES
How long is it her wont to roam?
THE MONKEYS
While we can warm our paws she'll stay.
MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)
What think you of the charming creature?
FAUST
I loathe alike their form and features!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Nay, such discourse, be it confessed, Is just the thing that pleases me the best.
(To the MONKEYS)
Tell me, ye whelps, accursed crew! What Stir ye in the broth about?
MONKEYS
Coarse beggar's gruel here we stew.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Of customers you'll have a rout.
THE HE-MONKEY (approaching and fawning on MEPHISTOPHELES)
Quick! quick! throw the dice, Make me rich in a trice, Oh give me the prize! Alas, for myself! Had I plenty of pelf, I then should be wise.
MEPHISTOPHELES
How blest the ape would think himself, if he Could only put into the lottery!
(In the meantime the young MONKEYS have been playing with a large globe, which they roll forwards)
THE HE-MONKEY The world behold; Unceasingly roll'd, It riseth and falleth ever; It ringeth like glass! How brittle, alas! 'Tis hollow, and resteth never. How bright the sphere, Still brighter here! Now living am I! Dear son, beware! Nor venture there! Thou too must die! It is of clay; 'Twill crumble away; There fragments lie.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Of what use is the sieve?
THE HE-MONKEY (taking it dozen)
The sieve would show, If thou wert a thief or no? (He runs to the SHE-MONKEY, and makes her look through it.) Look through the sieve! Dost know him the thief, And dar'st thou not call him so?
MEPHISTOPHELES (approaching the fire)
And then this pot?
THE MONKEYS
The half-witted sot! He knows not the pot! He knows not the kettle!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Unmannerly beast! Be civil at least!
THE HE-MONKEY
Take the whisk and sit down in the settle! (He makes MEPHISTOPHELES sit down.)
FAUST
(who all this time has been standing before a looking-glass, now approaching, and now retiring from it)
What do I see? what form, whose charms transcend The loveliness of earth, is mirror'd here! O Love, to waft me to her sphere, To me the swiftest of thy pinions lend! Alas! If I remain not rooted to this place, If to approach more near I'm fondly lur'd, Her image fades, in veiling mist obscur'd Model of beauty both in form and face! Is't possible? Hath woman charms so rare? In this recumbent form, supremely fair, The essence must I see of heavenly grace? Can aught so exquisite on earth be found?
MEPHISTOPHELES
The six days' labour of a god, my friend, Who doth himself cry bravo, at the end, By something clever doubtless should be crown'd. For this time gaze your fill, and when you please Just such a prize for you I can provide; How blest is he to whom kind fate decrees, To take her to his home, a lovely bride!
(FAUST continues to gaze into the mirror. MEPHISTOPHELES stretching himself on the settle and playing with the whisk, continues to speak.)
Here sit I, like a king upon his throne; My sceptre this;--the crown I want alone.
THE MONKEYS
(who have hitherto been making all sorts of strange gestures, bring MEPHISTOPHELES a crown, with loud cries)
Oh, be so good, With Sweat and with blood The crown to lime!
(They handle the crown awkwardly and break it in two pieces, with which they skip about.)
'Twas fate's decree! We speak and see! We hear and rhyme.
FAUST (before the mirror)
Woe's me! well-nigh distraught I feel!
MEPHISTOPHELES (pointing to the beasts)
And even my own head almost begins to reel.
THE MONKEYS
If good luck attend, If fitly things blend, Our jargon with thought And with reason is fraught!
FAUST (as above)
A flame is kindled in my breast! Let us begone! nor linger here!
MEPHISTOPT'IELES (in the same position)
It now at least must be confessed, That poets sometimes are sincere.
(The caldron begins to boil over; a great flame arises, which streams up the chimney. The WITCH comes down the chimney with horrible cries.)
THE WITCH
Ough! ough! ough! ough! Accursed brute! accursed SOW! The caldron dost neglect, for shame! Accursed brute to scorch the dame!
(Perceiving FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES)
Whom have we here? Who's sneaking here? Whence are ye come? With what desire? The plague of fire Your bones consume!
(She dips the skimming-ladle into the caldron and throws flames at FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, and the MONKEYS. The MONKEYS whimper.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (twirling the whisk which he holds in his hand, and striking among the glasses and pots)
Dash! Smash! There lies the glass! There lies the slime! 'Tis but a jest; I but keep time, Thou hellish pest, To thine own chime!
(While the WITCH steps back in rage aind astonishment.)
Dost know me! Skeleton! Vile scarecrow, thou! Thy lord and master dost thou know? What holds me, that I deal not now Thee and thine apes a stunning blow? No more respect to my red vest dost pay? Does my cock's feather no allegiance claim? Have I my visage masked to-day? Must I be forced myself to name?
THE WITCH
Master, forgive this rude salute! But I perceive no cloven foot. And your two ravens, where are they?
MEPHISTOPHELES