Scene XI: Street Faust, Part 1


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A STREET

FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES

FAUST
How is it? under way? and soon complete?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Ah, bravo! Do I find you burning?
Well, Margaret soon will still your yearning:
At Neighbor Marthaโ€™s youโ€™ll this evening meet.
A fitter woman neโ€™er was made
To ply the pimp and gypsy trade!
FAUST
Tis well.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yet something is required from us.
FAUST
One service pays the other thus.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Weโ€™ve but to make a deposition valid
That now her husbandโ€™s limbs, outstretched and pallid,
At Padua rest, in consecrated soil.
FAUST
Most wise! And first, of course, weโ€™ll make the journey
thither?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Sancta simplicitas! no need of such a toil;
Depose, with knowledge or without it, either!
FAUST
If youโ€™ve naught better, then, Iโ€™ll tear your pretty plan!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Now, there you are! O holy man!
Is it the first time in your life youโ€™re driven
To bear false witness in a case?
Of God, the world and all that in it has a place,
Of Man, and all that moves the being of his race,
Have you not terms and definitions given
With brazen forehead, daring breast?
And, if youโ€™ll probe the thing profoundly,
Knew you so muchโ€”and youโ€™ll confess it roundly!โ€”
As here of Schwerdtleinโ€™s death and place of rest?
FAUST
Thou art, and thou remainโ€™st, a sophist, liar.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yes, knew I not more deeply thy desire.
For wilt thou not, no lover fairer,
Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her,
And all thy soulโ€™s devotion swear her?
FAUST
And from my heart.
MEPHISTOPHELES
โ€™Tis very fine!
Thine endless love, thy faith assuring,
The one almighty force enduring,โ€”
Will that, too, prompt this heart of thine?
FAUST
Hold! hold! It will!โ€”If such my flame,
And for the sense and power intense
I seek, and cannot find, a name;
Then range with all my senses through creation,
Craving the speech of inspiration,
And call this ardor, so supernal,
Endless, eternal and eternal,โ€”
Is that a devilish lying game?
MEPHISTOPHELES
And yet Iโ€™m right!
FAUST
Mark this, I beg of thee!
And spare my lungs henceforth: whoever
Intends to have the right, if but his
tongue be clever,
Will have it, certainly.
But come: the further talking brings
disgust,
For thou art right, especially since I
must.

 

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