soul-prayer here am I. What pitiful terror seizes superhuman you? Where is of thy soul the flame? Where is the breast which a world in itself contains, and . . . and possesses, which, with joy trembling, swelled as us the spirits' like to rise? What art thou, Faust? That voice to me resounds which itself to me with all its powers urged. Art thou he? who, by my breath roundthundered, in all thy life's depth shook—a cowardly crooked worm! FAUST. Shall I thee, Image of Fire, propitiate? Faust I am thy likeness! SPIRIT. I am, I am In the flux of life, in the storm of things, proceed I to and fro, move here and there. Birth and the grave, an eternal sea, a changeful web, a burning life-thus provide I for the rushing alternation of time, and work of Deity the living robe. FAUST. Who thou the immense world wanderest around, active spirit, how near feel I thee to me! SPIRIT. Thou resemblest a spirit; then thou comprehendest nothing to me. (Disappears.) II. SCHOLAR. Lightning-like the vigorous maidens stride. Mr. brother, come ! We must them accompany. A strong beer, a macerated tobacco, and a maid in dress-that is now my taste. TOWN GIRL. There see to me now handsome lads! It is really a shame! Company can they the all-best have, and run these maidens to. Not so quick! pretty to attract. maidens to see fond. SECOND SCHOLAR. Far behind come two who are enough draw us yet from to the end with. III. FAUST. Seest thou that black dog, the corn and stubble near? WAGNER. I have seen him long already: nothing important he to me seems. FAUST. Consider him well: for what holdest thou the beast? WAGNER. For a shock-dog which, to his manner, himself at the heels of his master plagues. FAUST. Mark you how in far circles he round us here and nearer hunts? And err I not- so draws he a whirlpool of fire to his path behind him. ever WAGNER. I see nothing but a black shock-dog; it may by you well a deception of sight be. FAUST. To me appears it that he magic low snares to the fifth band round our feet draws. WAGNER. I see him uncertain and timorous to us upspring, while he near his master two unknown sees. FAUST. The circle will close already is it near. WAGNER. Thou seest, a dog and no spectre is there. He knarls, and hesitating lays himself on his belly he wags his tail of all dogs the custom. : FAUST. Accompany thyself to us-come here! WAGNER. It is a blundering foolish beast. Thou standest still he waits too thou speakest him to-he struggles to thee only on loose what he would it bring, after thy stick in the water would spring. FAUST. Thou hast well: I find not the step of a ghost, and all is ... WAGNER. With a dog, when he well pulls, will himself a wise man weigh. Yes, thy affection desires he quite and entirely; he of students the most excellent scholar. |