THE LORD. Ay; my servant Faust. MEPHISTOPHELES. In truth He serves you in a fashion quite his own, That he is half aware of his own folly, For he demands from Heaven its fairest star, And from the earth the highest joy it bears; Yet all things far, and all things near, are vain To calm the deep emotions of his breast. THE LORD. Though he now serves me in a cloud of error, That fruits and blooms will deck the coming year. MEPHISTOPHELES. What will you bet?-now I am sure of winning- THE LORD. As long As he shall live upon the earth, so long MEPHISTOPHELES. Thanks. And that is all I ask; for willingly I never make acquaintance with the dead. The full fresh cheeks of youth are food for me, And if a corpse knocks, I am not at home. For I am like a cat-I like to play A little with the mouse before I eat it. THE LORD. Well, well, it is permitted thee. Draw thou His spirit from its springs; as thou findst power, MEPHISTOPHELES. Well and good. I am not in much doubt about my bet, And, if I lose, then 'tis your turn to crow; THE LORD. Pray come here when it suits you; for I never The active spirit of man soon sleeps, and soon Have given him the Devil for a companion, [Heaven closes; the Archange's exeunt MEPHISTOPHELES. From time to time I visit the old fellow, And I take care to keep on good terms with him. I wish I had a good stout ram to ride; For we are still far from th' appointed place. FAUST. This knotted staff is help enough for me, In the true sport that seasons such a path. MEPHISTOPHELES. Nothing of such an influence do I feel. The flowers upon our path were frost and snow Dimly uplifting her belated beam, The blank unwelcome round of the red moon And gives so bad a light, that every step One stumbles 'gainst some crag. mission I'll call an Ignis-fatuus to our aid: I see one yonder burning jollily. With your per Halloo, my friend! may I request that you Why should you blaze away there to no purpose? IGNIS-FATUCS. With reverence be it spoken, I will try To overcome the lightness of my nature; MEPHISTOPHELES. Ha, ha! your worship thinks you have to deal With men. Go straight on in the Devil's name, Or I shall puff your flickering life out. IGNIS-FATUUS Well, I see you are the master of the house; I will accommodate myself to you. Only consider that to-night this mountain Is all enchanted, and if Jack-a-lantern [own, Shows you his way, though you should miss your You ought not to be too exact with him. FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, and IGNIS-FATUUS in alternate Chorus. The limits of the sphere of dream, The bounds of true and false, are past. Lead us on, thou wandering Gleam, Lead us onward, far and fast, To the wide, the desert waste. Through the mossy sods and stones. |