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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832). Faust. Part I.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Faust. Part I

2500–2999

His eyes meanwhile were sinking,

And never again drank he.(She opens the press to put away her clothes, and perceives the casket.)

How comes this lovely casket here? The press

I locked, of that I’m confident.

’Tis very wonderful! What’s in it I can’t guess;

Perhaps ’twas brought by some one in distress,

And left in pledge for loan my mother lent.

Here by a ribbon hangs a little key!

I have a mind to open it and see!

Heavens! only look! what have we here!

In all my days ne’er saw I such a sight!

Jewels! which any noble dame might wear,

For some high pageant richly dight!

This chain—how would it look on me!

These splendid gems, whose may they be?(She puts them on and steps before the glass.)

Were but the ear-rings only mine!

Thus one has quite another air.

What boots it to be young and fair?

It doubtless may be very fine;

But then, alas, none cares for you,

And praise sounds half like pity too.

Gold all doth lure,

Gold doth secure

All things. Alas, we poor!

PROMENADE
FAUST walking thoughtfully up and down. To him MEPHISTOPHELES

MEPHISTOPHELES

By all rejected love! By hellish fire I curse,

Would I knew aught to make my imprecation worse!

FAUST

What aileth thee? what chafes thee now so sore?

A face like that I never saw before!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’d yield me to the devil instantly,

Did it not happen that myself am he!

FAUST

There must be some disorder in thy wit!

To rave thus like a madman, is it fit?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Think! only think! The gems for Gretchen brought,

Them hath a priest now made his own!—

A glimpse of them the mother caught,

And ’gan with secret fear to groan.

The woman’s scent is keen enough;

Doth ever in the prayer-book snuff;

Smells every article to ascertain

Whether the thing is holy or profane,

And scented in the jewels rare,

That there was not much blessing there.

“My child,” she cries, “ill-gotten good

Ensnares the soul, consumes the blood;

With them we’ll deck our Lady’s shrine,

She’ll cheer our souls with bread divine!”

At this poor Gretchen ’gan to pout;

’Tis a gift-horse, at least, she thought,

And sure, he godless cannot be,

Who brought them here so cleverly.

Straight for a priest the mother sent,

Who, when he understood the jest,

With what he saw was well content.

“This shows a pious mind!” Quoth he:

“Self-conquest is true victory.

The Church hath a good stomach, she, with zest,

Whole countries hath swallow’d down,

And never yet a surfeit known.

The Church alone, be it confessed,

Daughters, can ill-got wealth digest.”

FAUST

It is a general custom, too.

Practised alike by king and jew.

MEPHISTOPHELES

With that, clasp, chain, and ring, he swept

As they were mushrooms; and the casket,

Without one word of thanks, he kept,

As if of nuts it were a basket.

Promised reward in heaven, then forth he hied—

And greatly they were edified.

FAUST

And Gretchen!

MEPHISTOPHELES

In unquiet mood

Knows neither what she would or should;

The trinkets night and day thinks o’er,

On him who brought them, dwells still more.

FAUST

The darling’s sorrow grieves me, bring

Another set without delay!

The first, methinks, was no great thing.

MEPHISTOPHELES

All’s to my gentleman child’s play!

FAUST

Plan all things to achieve my end!

Engage the attention of her friend!

No milk-and-water devil be,

And bring fresh jewels instantly!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Ay, sir! Most gladly I’ll obey. (FAUST exit.)

MEPHISTOPHELES

Your doting love-sick fool, with ease,

Merely his lady-love to please,

Sun, moon, and stars in sport would puff away.(Exit.)

THE NEIGHBOUR’S HOUSE

MARTHA(alone)

God pardon my dear husband, he

Doth not in truth act well by me!

Forth in the world abroad to roam,

And leave me on the straw at home.

And yet his will I ne’er did thwart,

God knows, I lov’d him from my heart.(She weeps.)

Perchance he’s dead!—oh wretched state!—

Had I but a certificate!(MARGARET comes)

MARGARET
Dame Martha!

MARTHA

Gretchen?

MARGARET

Only think!

My knees beneath me well-nigh sink!

Within my press I’ve found to-day,

Another case, of ebony.

And things—magnificent they are,

More costly than the first, by far.

MARTHA

You must not name it to your mother!

It would to shrift, just like the other.

MARGARET

Nay look at them! now only see!

MARTHA(dresses her up)

Thou happy creature!

MARGARET

Woe is me!

Them in the street I cannot wear,

Or in the church, or any where.

MARTHA

Come often over here to me,

The gems put on quite privately;

And then before the mirror walk an hour or so,

Thus we shall have our pleasure too.

Then suitable occasions we must seize,

As at a feast, to show them by degrees:

A chain at first, pearl ear-drops then,—your mother

Won’t see them, or we’ll coin some tale or other.

MARGARET

But, who, I wonder, could the caskets bring?

I fear there’s something wrong about the thing!(A knock.)

Good heavens! can that my mother be?

MARTHA(peering through the blind)

’Tis a strange gentleman, I see.

Come in!(MEPHISTOPHELES enters)

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ve ventur’d to intrude to-day.

Ladies, excuse the liberty, I pray.(He steps back respectfully before MARGARET.)

After dame Martha Schwerdtlein I inquire!

MARTHA

’Tis I. Pray what have you to say to me?

MEPHISTOPHELES(aside to her)

I know you now,—and therefore will retire;

At present you’ve distinguished company.

Pardon the freedom, Madam, with your leave,

I will make free to call again at eve.

MARTHA(aloud)

Why, child, of all strange notions, he

For some grand lady taketh thee!

MARGARET

I am, in truth, of humble blood—

The gentleman is far too good—

Nor gems nor trinkets are my own.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Oh ’tis not the mere ornaments alone;

Her glance and mien far more betray.

Rejoiced I am that I may stay.

MARTHA

Your business, Sir? I long to know—

MEPHISTOPHELES

Would I could happier tidings show!

I trust mine errand you’ll not let me rue;

Your husband’s dead, and greeteth you.

MARTHA

Is dead? True heart! Oh misery!

My husband dead! Oh, I shall die!

MARGARET

Alas! good Martha! don’t despair!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Now listen to the sad affair!

MARGARET

I for this cause should fear to love.

The loss my certain death would prove.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Joy still must sorrow, sorrow joy attend.

MARTHA

Proceed, and tell the story of his end!

MEPHISTOPHELES

At Padua, in St. Anthony’s,

In holy ground his body lies;

Quiet and cool his place of rest,

With pious ceremonials blest.

MARTHA

And had you naught besides to bring?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Oh yes! one grave and solemn prayer;

Let them for him three hundred masses sing!

But in my pockets, I have nothing there.

MARTHA

No trinket! no love-token did he send!

What every journeyman safe in his pouch will hoard

There for remembrance fondly stored,

And rather hungers, rather begs than spend!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Madam, in truth, it grieves me sore,

But he his gold not lavishly hath spent.

His failings too he deeply did repent,

Ay! and his evil plight bewail’d still more.

MARGARET

Alas! That men should thus be doomed to woe!

I for his soul will many a requiem pray.

MEPHISTOPHELES

A husband you deserve this very day;

A child so worthy to be loved.

MARGARET

Ah no,

That time hath not yet come for me.

MEPHISTOPHELES

If not a spouse, a gallant let it be.

Among heaven’s choicest gifts, I place,

So sweet a darling to embrace.

MARGARET

Our land doth no such usage know.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Usage or not, it happens so.

MARTHA

Go on, I pray!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I stood by his bedside.

Something less foul it was than dung;

’Twas straw half rotten; yet, he as a Christian died.

And sorely hath remorse his conscience wrung.

“Wretch that I was,” quoth he, with parting breath,

“So to forsake my business and my wife!

Ah! the remembrance is my death,

Could I but have her pardon in this life!”—

MARTHA(weeping)

Dear soul! I’ve long forgiven him, indeed!

MEPHISTOPHELES

“Though she, God knows, was more to blame than I.”

MARTHA

He lied! What, on the brink of death to lie!

MEPHISTOPHELES

If I am skill’d the countenance to read,

He doubtless fabled as he parted hence.—

“No time had I to gape, or take my ease,” he said,

“First to get children, and then get them bread;

And bread, too, in the very widest sense;

Nor could I eat in peace even my proper share.”

MARTHA

What, all my truth, my love forgotten quite?

My weary drudgery by day and night!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Not so! He thought of you with tender care.

Quoth he: “Heaven knows how fervently I prayed,

For wife and children when from Malta bound;—

The prayer hath heaven with favour crowned;

We took a Turkish vessel which conveyed

Rich store of treasure for the Sultan’s court;

It’s own reward our gallant action brought;

The captur’d prize was shared among the crew

And of the treasure I received my due.”

MARTHA

How? Where? The treasure hath he buried, pray?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Where the four winds have blown it, who can say?

In Naples as he stroll’d, a stranger there,—

A comely maid took pity on my friend;

And gave such tokens of her love and care,

That he retained them to his blessed end.

MARTHA

Scoundrel! to rob his children of their bread!

And all this misery, this bitter need,

Could not his course of recklessness impede!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Well, he hath paid the forfeit, and is dead.

Now were I in your place, my counsel hear;

My weeds I’d wear for one chaste year,

And for another lover meanwhile would look out.

MARTHA

Alas, I might search far and near,

Not quickly should I find another like my first!

There could not be a fonder fool than mine,

Only he loved too well abroad to roam;

Loved foreign women too, and foreign wine,

And loved besides the dice accurs’d.

MEPHISTOPHELES

All had gone swimmingly, no doubt,

Had he but given you at home,

On his side, just as wide a range.

Upon such terms, to you I swear,

Myself with you would gladly rings exchange!

MARTHA

The gentleman is surely pleas’d to jest!

MEPHISTOPHELES(aside)

Now to be off in time, were best!

She’d make the very devil marry her.(To MARGARET.)

How fares it with your heart?

MARGARET

How mean you, Sir?

MEPHISTOPHELES(aside)

The sweet young innocent!(aloud)

Ladies, farewell!

MARGARET

Farewell!

MARTHA

But ere you leave us, quickly tell!

I from a witness fain had heard,

Where, how, and when my husband died and was interr’d.

To forms I’ve always been attached indeed,

His death I fain would in the journals read.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Ay, madam, what two witnesses declare

Is held as valid everywhere;

A gallant friend I have, not far from here,

Who will for you before the judge appear.

I’ll bring him straight.

MARTHA

I pray you do!

MEPHISTOPHELES

And this young lady, we shall find her too?

A noble youth, far travelled, he

Shows to the sex all courtesy.

MARGARET

I in his presence needs must blush for shame.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Not in the presence of a crowned king!

MARTHA

The garden, then, behind my house, we’ll name,

There we’ll await you both this evening.

A STREET
FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES

FAUST

How is it now? How speeds it? Is’t in train?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Bravo! I find you all aflame!

Gretchen full soon your own you’ll name.

This eve, at neighbour Martha’s, her you’ll meet again;

The woman seems expressly made

To drive the pimp and gipsy’s trade.

FAUST

Good!

MEPHISTOPHELES

But from us she something would request.

FAUST

A favour claims return as this world goes.

MEPHISTOPHELES

We have on oath but duly to attest,

That her dead husband’s limbs, outstretch’d repose

In holy ground at Padua.

FAUST

Sage indeed!

So I suppose we straight must journey there!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Sancta simplicitas! For that no need!

Without much knowledge we have but to swear.

FAUST

If you have nothing better to suggest,

Against you plan I must at once protest.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Oh, holy man! methinks I have you there!

In all your life say, have you ne’er

False witness borne, until this hour?

Have you of God, the world, and all it doth contain,

Of man, and that which worketh in his heart and brain,

Not definitions given, in words of weight and power,

With front unblushing, and a dauntless breast?

Yet, if into the depth of things you go,

Touching these matters, it must be confess’d,

As much as of Herr Schwerdtlein’s death you know!

FAUST

Thou art and dost remain liar and sophist too.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Ay, if one did not take a somewhat deeper view!

To-morrow, in all honour, thou

Poor Gretchen wilt befool, and vow

Thy soul’s deep love, in lover’s fashion.

FAUST

And from my heart.

MEPHISTOPHELES

All good and fair!

Then deathless constancy thou’lt swear;

Speak of one all o’ermastering passion,—

Will that too issue from the heart?

FAUST

Forbear!

When passion sways me, and I seek to frame

Fir utterance for feeling, deep, intense,

And for my frenzy finding no fit name,

Sweep round the ample world with every sense,

Grasp at the loftiest words to speak my flame,

And call the glow, wherewith I burn,

Quenchless, eternal, yea, eterne—

Is that of sophistry a devilish play?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Yet am I right!

FAUST

Mark this, my friend,

And spare my lungs; who would the right maintain,

And hath a tongue wherewith his point to gain,

Will gain it in the end.

But come, of gossip I am weary quite;

Because I’ve no resource, thou’rt in the right.

A GARDEN
MARGARET on FAUST’S arm. MARTHA with MEPHISTOPHELES walking up and down

MARGARET

I feel it, you but spare my ignorance,

The gentleman to shame me stoops thus low.

A traveller from complaisance,

Still makes the best of things; I know

Too well, my humble prattle never can

Have power to entertain so wise a man.

FAUST

One glance, one word from thee doth charm me more,

Than the world’s wisdom or the sage’s lore.(He kisses her hand.)

MARGARET

Nay! trouble not yourself! A hand so coarse,

So rude as mine, how can you kiss!

What constant work at home must I not do perforce!

My mother too exacting is.(They pass on.)

MARTHA

Thus, sir, unceasing travel is your lot?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Traffic and duty urge us! With what pain

Are we compelled to leave full many a spot,

Where yet we dare not once remain!

MARTHA

In youth’s wild years, with vigour crown’d,

’Tis not amiss thus through the world to sweep;

But ah, the evil days come round!

And to a lonely grave as bachelor to creep,

A pleasant thing has no one found.

MEPHISTOPHELES

The prospect fills me with dismay.

MARTHA

Therefore in time, dear sir, reflect, I pray.(They pass on.)

MARGARET

Ay, out of sight is out of mind!

Politeness easy is to you;

Friends everywhere, and not a few,

Wiser than I am, you will find.

FAUST

O dearest, trust me, what doth pass for sense

Full oft is self-conceit and blindness!

MARGARET

How?

FAUST

Simplicity and holy innocence,—

When will ye learn your hallow’d worth to know!

Ah, when will meekness and humility,

Kind and all-bounteous nature’s loftiest dower—

MARGARET

Only one little moment think of me!

To think of you I shall have many an hour.

FAUST

You are perhaps much alone?

MARGARET

Yes, small our household is, I own,

Yet must I see to it. No maid we keep,

And I must cook, sew, knit, and sweep,

Still early on my feet and late;

My mother is in all things, great and small,

So accurate!

Not that for thrift there is such pressing need;

Than others we might make more show indeed:

My father left behind a small estate,

A house and garden near the city-wall.

But fairly quiet now my days, I own;

As soldier is my brother gone;

My little sister’s dead; the babe to rear

Occasion’d me some care and fond annoy;

But I would go through all again with joy,

The darling was to me so dear.

FAUST

An angel, sweet, if it resembled thee!

MARGARET

I reared it up, and it grew fond of me.

After my father’s death it saw the day;

We gave my mother up for lost, she lay

In such a wretched plight, and then at length

So very slowly she regain’d her strength.

Weak as she was, ’twas vain for her to try

Herself to suckle the poor babe, so I

Reared it on milk and water all alone;

And thus the child became as ’twere my own;

Within my arms it stretched itself and grew,

And smiling, nestled in my bosom too.

FAUST

Doubtless the purest happiness was thine.

MARGARET

But many weary hours, in sooth, were also mine.

At night its little cradle stood

Close to my bed; so was I wide awake

If it but stirred;

One while I was obliged to give it food,

Or to my arms the darling take;

From bed full oft must rise, whene’er its cry I heard,

And, dancing it, must pace the chamber to and fro;

Stand at the wash-tub early; forthwith go

To market, and then mind the cooking too—

To-morrow like to-day, the whole year through.

Ah, sir, thus living, it must be confess’d

One’s spirits are not always of the best;

Yet it a relish gives to food and rest.(They pass on.)

MARTHA

Poor women! we are badly off, I own;

A bachelor’s conversion’s hard, indeed!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Madam, with one like you it rests alone,

To tutor me a better course to lead.

MARTHA

Speak frankly, sir, none is there you have met?

Has your heart ne’er attach’d itself as yet?

MEPHISTOPHELES

One’s own fire-side and a good wife are gold

And pearls of price, so says the proverb old.

MARTHA

I mean, has passion never stirred your breast?

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ve everywhere been well received, I own.

MARTHA

Yet hath your heart no earnest preference known?

MEPHISTOPHELES

With ladies one should ne’er presume to jest.

MARTHA

Ah! you mistake!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’m sorry I’m so blind

But this I know-that you are very kind.(They pass on.)

FAUST

Me, little angel, didst thou recognize,

When in the garden first I came?

MARGARET

Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes.

FAUST

Thou dost forgive my boldness, dost not blame

The liberty I took that day,

When thou from church didst lately wend thy way?

MARGARET

I was confused. So had it never been;

No one of me could any evil say.

Alas, thought I, he doubtless in thy mien,

Something unmaidenly or bold hath seen?

It seemed as if it struck him suddenly,

Here’s just a girl with whom one may make free!

Yet I must own that then I scarcely knew

What in your favour here began at once to plead;

Yet I was angry with myself indeed,

That I more angry could not feel with you.

FAUST

Sweet love!

MARGARET

Just wait awhile!(She gathers a star-flower and plucks off the leaves one after another.)

FAUST

A nosegay may that be?

MARGARET

No! It is but a game.

FAUST

How?

MARGARET

Go, you’ll laugh at me!(She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.)

FAUST

What murmurest thou?

MARGARET(half aloud)

He loves me—loves me not.

FAUST

Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!

MARGARET(continues)

He loves me—not—he loves me-not—(Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)

He loves me!

FAUST

Yes!

And this flower-language, darling, let it be,

A heavenly oracle! He loveth thee!

Know’st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee?(He seizes both her hands.)

MARGARET

I tremble so!

FAUST

Nay! Do not tremble, love!

Let this hand-pressure, let this glance reveal

Feelings, all power of speech above;

To give oneself up wholly and to feel

A joy that must eternal prove!

Eternal!—Yes, its end would be despair.

No end!—It cannot end!(MARGARET presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away. He stands a moment in thought and then follows her.)

MARTHA(approaching)

Night’s closing.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Yes, we’ll presently away.

MARTHA

I would entreat you longer yet to stay;

But ’tis a wicked place, just here about;

It is as if the folk had nothing else to do,

Nothing to think of too,

But gaping watch their neighbours, who goes in and out;

And scandal’s busy still, do whatsoe’er one may.

And our young couple?

MEPHISTOPHELES

They have flown up there.

The wanton butterflies!

MARTHA

He seems to take to her.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And she to him. ’Tis of the world the way!

A SUMMER-HOUSE
(MARGARET runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip, and peeps through the crevice.)

MARGARET

He comes!

FAUST

Ah, little rogue, so thou

Think’st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!(He kisses her.)

MARGARET(embracing him, and returning the kiss)

Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!(MEPHISTOPHELES knocks.)

FAUST(stamping

Who’s there?

MEPHISTOPHELES

A friend!

FAUST

A brute!

MEPHISTOPHELES

’Tis time to part.

MARTHA(comes)

Ay, it is late, good sir.

FAUST

Mayn’t I attend you, then?

MARGARET

Oh no—my mother would—adieu, adieu!

FAUST

And must I really then take leave of you?

Farewell!

MARTHA

Good-bye!

MARGARET

Ere long to meet again!(Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.)

MARGARET

Good heavens! how all things far and near

Must fill his mind,—a man like this!

Abash’d before him I appear,

And say to all things only, yes.

Poor simple child, I cannot see,

What ’tis that he can find in me.(Exit.)

FOREST AND CAVERN

FAUST(alone)

Spirit sublime! Thou gav’st me, gav’st me all

For which I prayed! Not vainly hast thou turn’d

To me thy countenance in flaming fire:

Gavest me glorious nature for my realm,

And also power to feel her and enjoy;

Not merely with a cold and wondering glance,

Thou dost permit me in her depths profound,

As in the bosom of a friend to gaze.

Before me thou dost lead her living tribes,

And dost in silent grove, in air and stream

Teach me to know my kindred. And when roars

The howling storm-blast through the groaning wood,

Wrenching the giant pine, which in its fall

Crashing sweeps down its neighbour trunks and boughs,

While hollow thunder from the hill resounds;

Then thou dost lead me to some shelter’d cave,

Dost there reveal me to myself, and show

Of my own bosom the mysterious depths.

And when with soothing beam, the moon’s pale orb

Full in my view climbs up the pathless sky,

From crag and dewy grove, the silvery forms

Of by-gone ages hover, and assuage