Authors: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Faust (18 page)
WITCH
(
dancing
)
.
| | I’ll shriek with glee, I’ll lose my brain, |
| | my Squire Satan has come back again! |
| | Such appellation, hag, is out of place. |
| | What’s wrong, what harm is there in it? |
| | It’s now a name for fairy tales and fables; |
| | the people are as miserable as ever— |
| | the Evil One is gone, the evil ones remain. |
| 2510 | You call me Baron, that will do for now. |
| | I am a cavalier, like other cavaliers. |
| | You cannot doubt the noble blood in me. |
| | Just take a look at my escutcheon. |
| | ( Makes an obscene gesture .) |
WITCH
(
bursts out laughing
)
.
| | Ha! Ha! Ha! There’s my little devil! |
| | As shameless now as ever! |
MEPHISTOPHELES
(
to
FAUST
).
| | My friend, I hope you understand it well. |
| | This is the way we deal with witches. |
| | Now tell me, sirs, what’s on your mind. |
| | Get me a glassful of your famous juice! |
| 2520 | But please, the oldest you can find— |
| | where years of age have multiplied its strength. |
| | With pleasure! I keep a handy bottle on my person, |
| | from which I snitch a little now and then. |
| | The stink has gone from it completely. |
| | Yes, indeed, I’ll gladly let you have a swig. ( Softly .) |
| | But if this man should drink it when he’s not prepared, |
| | he would die within the hour, as you know. |
| | He is my friend; he should be the better for the potion. |
| | He deserves the finest sample of your cookery. |
| 2530 | Go draw your circle, speak your spells, |
| | pour him a gobletful. |
| | ( While making fantastic gestures, the WITCH draws a circle and places strange objects into it; the glasses begin to ring, the kettles hum—a kind of music ensues. Finally the WITCH picks up a large tome and motions the apes to jump into the circle. Some hold torches, and the backs of others serve her as a reading lectern. She beckons FAUST to approach. ) |
FAUST
(
to
MEPHISTOPHELES
).
| | What is the drift of this performance? |
| | What’s all this nonsense, this frenzied mumbo-jumbo? |
| | With such repugnant business |
| | I am only too familiar by now. |
| | Don’t be foolish! This is only for a laugh or two. |
| | For once don’t be the stern professor! |
| | She adopts a healer’s hocus-pocus |
| | to make the juice agree with you. |
| | ( He makes FAUST step into the circle .) |
WITCH
(
begins to declaim with great pathos from the book
)
.
| 2540 | See how it’s done! |
| | Make ten from one, |
| | The two must go, |
| | And three is so, |
| | When four is lost, |
| | You earn the most. |
| | From five to six, |
| | By the witch’s tricks, |
| | Come seven and eight |
| | In excellent state! |
| 2550 | And nine is lame |
| | And ten is tame— |
| | All in the witch’s numbers-game. 27 |
| | I think the witch is running a high fever. |
| | You’ve barely heard the half of it. |
| | I know it well—it is the tenor of her book; |
| | I used it once and wasted time with it. |
| | A bald and thorough contradiction |
| | holds mystery for fools and clever men alike. |
| | My friend, it is an old as well as novel art. |
| 2560 | It was the custom then and now— |
| | by three and one and one and three— |
| | to broadcast error instead of verity. |
| | They teach and blabber undisturbed |
| | and no one really doubts these fools. |
| | So long as words will flow, there’ll be the notion |
| | that thought must be their part and parcel. |
WITCH
(
continues
)
.
| | When science lies buried, |
| | The “why is” or “what is” |
| | Need never be sought. |
| 2570 | No one is worried; |
| | All science is gratis, |
| | Need never be thought. |
| | What kind of nonsense is she drooling? |
| | Another dose of it will split my head in two. |
| | It seems I hear a choir |
| | of a hundred thousand fools. |
| | Enough, enough, O worthy Sibyl! |
| | Bring on the drink, uncork the bottle, |
| | and fill his goblet quickly to the brink. |
| 2580 | No harm will come to our friend from this: |
| | He is a man of manifold degrees |
| | who’s quaffed a wholesome drink or two before. |
WITCH
(
while gesturing ceremoniously, she pours the potion into a bowl; as
FAUST
puts it to his lips, a delicate flame leaps up
).
| | Go to it, friend, don’t hesitate. |
| | Before you know, your heart will soar with joy. |
| | You are the devil’s intimate— |
| | and would retreat before a little fire? |
| | ( The WITCH breaks the circle . FAUST steps out .) |
| | Now out with you. Let’s go, you must not rest. |
| | I hope the drink sits well with you. |
MEPHISTOPHELES
(
to the
WITCH
)
.
| | If you should ever need me for a favor, |
| 2590 | don’t hesitate to call on me Walpurgis Night. 28 |
| | Here is a song for you! If you would sing it now and then, |
| | you will experience its special powers. |
MEPHISTOPHELES
(
to
FAUST
)
.
| | Come quickly now, and let yourself be guided; |
| | you must perspire thoroughly |
| | so that the strength will penetrate within and out. |
| | Later on you’ll learn to value leisure, |
| | and soon you’ll sense with thorough satisfaction |
| | how Cupid stirs and prances to and fro. |
| | Just let me quickly look into the mirror! |
| 2600 | The woman’s form was, oh, so fair! |
| | No! No! The paragon of womankind |
| | shall come before you in the flesh. |
| | ( Aside .) |
| | With that potion in your belly |
| | you’ll soon see Helena in every wench. |
Faust; Margaret passing by
.
| | My fairest lady, may I dare |
| | to offer you my arm and company? |
| | Am neither lady, neither fair, |
| | and need no escort to go home. |
| | ( She frees herself and exits .) |
| | My God, this child is beautiful! |
| 2610 | I’ve never seen the like of it. |
| | She is so proper and so virtuous, |
| | and yet a little snippy too. |
| | The red of her lips, the light of her face, |
| | will be forever in my mind! |
| | The way she shyly drops her eyes |
| | is stamped profoundly in my heart. |
| | How pert and curt she was with me— |
| | a sheer delight, an ecstasy! |
| | ( MEPHISTOPHELES enters .) |
| | Listen! Get that girl for me! |
| | Which girl? |
| 2620 | The one who just went by. |
| | Oh, that one? She only left her priest just now |
| | who absolved her soul from every sin; |
| | I sneaked in right behind her bench. |
| | She is a very innocent young thing |
| | who went for nothing to confession. |
| | I have no power over her. |
| | But she’s past fourteen already. |
| | You talk like Jack the Libertine, |
| | who craves each lovely blossom for himself. |
| 2630 | He fancies that all gifts and favors |
| | are free and ready for the plucking; |
| | but there are times without successes. |
| | My dear Professor Know-It-All, |
| | don’t lecture me on legal matters! |
| | I’ll be brief and to the point: |
| | Unless that sweet and youthful blood |
| | lies in my arms this very evening, |
| | by midnight you and I part company. |
| | Don’t ask for the impossible! |
| 2640 | I need at least two weeks, and more, |
| | to ferret out an opportunity. |
| | Had I but seven hours’ peace, |
| | I should not need the devil’s help |
| | to seduce that darling creature. |
| | You’re talking almost like a Frenchman now; |
| | there is no need to be discouraged. |
| | What good is easy consummation? |
| | The pleasure is not half so keen |
| | as when you first must clear your way |
| 2650 | through sundry growth and thickets. |
| | Mold your moppet, knead her into shape, |
| | as you have read in those Italian stories. |
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