nal mystery. Replenish your heart therewith, great as it is, and when you feel happy in this sensation, call it bliss, heart, love, God. I have no name for it. Perception is all; nature is but an empty sound, a smoke which obscures the ardent glow of heaven."

*Margaret.* " All this is very fair and good. The parson says nearly the same thing, only in different words."

*Faust.* " Every where, all hearts say the same thing, each in its own dialect; why should not I, in mine?"

*Margaret.* " To hear you, it would appear passable, still it is not right; for you have no Christianity. I have felt very sorry this long time, to see you in such company. The man, whom you have for a companion, is hateful to me, from my inmost soul. Never did any thing give so deadly a stab to my heart as that man's offensive features."

*Faust.* " Dear child, fear him not."

*Margaret.* " His presence agitates my blood. I am well-disposed towards all other men; but much as I long to see you, I have a latent horror of that man; and, moreover, I take him for a villain! God forgive me, if I wrong him!"

*Faust.* " There must be such fellows."

*Margaret.* " I would not live with any like him. Whenever he comes in, he looks so sneering, and rancorous; it is plain he feels no interest in any thing; it is written on his forehead, that he can love no person. I feel so happy in your arms, so free, so resignedly warm, but his presence stifles my heart."

*Faust.* " You foreboding angel!"

*Margaret.* " It overpowers me so, that when he comes near us, I even fancy I love you no longer; and when he is here, I could never say my prayers, and that corrodes my heart. You, Henry, must feel the same."

*Faust.* " You have an antipathy."

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Margaret. “ Now I must go.”

Faust. “ Ah! can I never cling to your bosom for a single hour,
press you to my bosom and thus unite our souls?

Margaret. “ If I did but sleep alone ! I would leave the bolt open
for you this night, but my mother does not sleep soundly, and if she
should catch us, she would kill me directly.”

Faust. “ My angel, there is no fear of that. Here is a vial ! only
three drops poured in her drink, will kindly envelop nature in deep
slumber.”

Margaret. “ What would I not do for your sake? I hope it will
do her no harm ?”

Faust. “ Would I recommend it to you, if it would, my love ?”

Margaret. “ When I do but look at you, dear love, I do not know
what prompts me to your will ; I have done so much for you already,
that there is hardly any thing left.” [Exit.

Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.

Mephist. “ The grass-ape! Is she gone?”

Faust. “ Have you been listening again ?”

Mephist. “ I have fully heard how the doctor was catechized ; much
good may it do you.”

Faust. “ Thou monstrous villain ! dost not see, how this faithful, lov-
ing soul, full of her faith, (the only saving one as she fancies,) holily
torments herself with the thought that the man she most loves should
perish.”

Mephist. “ And she understands physiognomy like a master. In
my presence she feels uncomfortable, my mask hides a lurking fiend,
perhaps, even the devil. Well, to-night ?—”

Faust. “ What is that to you?”

Mephist. “ I shall laugh in my sleeve.”

*At a Pump.*

MARGARET and BETSEY with pitchers.

*Betsey* tells Margaret that Barbara, being pregnant, is to do penance at church.

*Margaret* pities her, and walking home by herself, reflects upon her own strict censoriousness formerly, whilst she now is fallen in sin herself.

## THE FAUSSEBRAYE.

*In the niche of the wall is an image of the Mater dolorosa; before it are some flower-pots.* (See Plate XVII.)

*Margaret, (puts fresh flowers in the pot.)* "O thou full of sorrow, graciously incline thy face to my woe!

"A sword pierces thy heart, thou lookest up with a thousand pangs, to see thy dying son.

"My heart will break.

"I bedewed with my tears, the potsherds in my window, when early in the morn, I culled thee these flowers."

## NIGHT.

*The street near Margaret's door.*

*Valentine*, a soldier, Margaret's brother. This brave and honest soldier relates what a paragon of virtue and beauty his sister was, and

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how he always used to praise her before all men. But now every
villain jeers, sneers at, and insults him. He must sit at his liquor as
mute as a bad debtor, and though he were to knock them down, he
cannot call them liars. " Who comes there sneaking? If I see
right, there be two of them. If it be he, I'll be at him, he shall not
escape alive !"

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

*Mephistopheles* plays the guitar, and sings a serenade.

*Valentine advances*, " Whom dost thou allure here, thou cursed rat-catcher ! I will first send thy instrument to the devil, and then the singer after it !"

He breaks the guitar, and fights with Faust.

*Mephistopheles* parries the blows.

*Valentine*. " Parry this !"

*Mephist*. " Why not? "

*Valentine*. " And this? "

*Mephist*. " Certainly !"

*Valentine*. " I think the devil fights ! How is this ? My hand feels lamed."

*Mephist*. (to Faust.) " Now strike." (See Plate XIX.)

*Valentine* drops down. " Oh heavens !"

*Mephist*. " Now the looby is tamed. We must be off, and disappear, for a murderous hue and cry is set up. I can manage the police surprisingly, but never the criminal law."

*Martha*, at her window. " Come out ! Come out !"

*Margaret*, at her own window. " Bring a light."

*People*. " There lies a dead man !"

*Martha*, coming out, " Are the murderers fled ?"

*Margaret*, coming out. " Who is lying there?"

*People*. " Your mother's son." (See Plate XX.)

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*Valentine*. " I die! That is soon said, and sooner done. Women, why do you stand wailing and lamenting? Come near, and hear me.
*(All the people flock round him.)*

"My Margaret, see! you are young, you are yet very foolish, and your conduct is much to blame. I only tell you in confidence, that after all, you are now ruined past recovery."

*Margaret*. " My brother! Oh God! What do you mean?"

*Valentine*. " Do not profane the name of God: what is done cannot be recalled, and things will take their course. You commenced with one in private; soon will others be at you; and when you have had a dozen, the whole town has got you.

"When Infamy is born, she is brought into the world privately, and the veil of night is pulled over her head and ears; nay, you would wish to kill her: but when she grows up, she walks about bare-faced, even by day, and yet is not grown more comely. The more ugly her face grows, the more she seeks the day-light. And though God may forgive thee, thou wilt be cursed on earth."

*Martha*. " Recommend your soul to the mercy of God! Would you heap scandal upon you?"

*Valentine*. " Oh, if I could but reach your withered carcase, you infamous procuress, then should I hope to obtain full forgiveness for all my sins!"

*Margaret*. " My brother! What torment!"

*Valentine*. " Leave off crying. You then gave my heart the deepest wound, when you abandoned your honour. I go, through the sleep of death, to God, like a soldier and a brave man."---*(Dies.)*

THE CATHEDRAL CHURCH.

Mass, Organ, and Singing.

MARGARET amongst a numerous congregation. The EVIL SPIRIT
behind Margaret.

*Evil Spirit.* " How very differently did you feel, Margaret, when
you approached the altar, full of innocence; when you stammered out
your prayers from the worn-out book, your heart half occupied with
childrens' play, half with God. How stands thy head? In thy heart,
what misdeeds! Dost thou pray for thy mother's soul, who, through
thee, slumbered on to long, long torment?---whose blood was spilt
on thy threshold?"

*Margaret.* " Woe! Woe! Could I but get rid of the thoughts which
perplex and accuse me!"

Chorus.

"Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla."

A sound of the organ.

*Evil Spirit.* " Wrath seizes thee! The trumpet sounds! The graves
shake! And thy spirit, created afresh from mouldering ashes, ascends
with trembling!"

Chorus.

"Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit."

*Margaret.* " I feel so oppressed! The wall-pillars inclose me! The
vault weighs down upon me! Oh, for breath!"

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*Evil Spirit.* " Hide thyself! Sin and infamy cannot be hid. Breath! Light! Woe to thee !"

Chorus.

"Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus?
Cum vix justus sit securus."

*Evil Spirit.* "The glorified blessed souls turn their face away from thee: the pure souls shudder to give thee their hand. Woe!" (See Plate XVIII.)

Chorus.

"Quid sum miser tunc dicturus ?"

*Margaret.* " Neighbour! Your smelling-bottle." (She faints.)

WALPURGIS NIGHT.

*The Hartz Mountains.*

*The Region of the Schirke and Elend.*

FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES,

*Mephist.* " Do you not want a broomstick? I should like to ride on a goat. In this way we make but a slow progress."

*Faust* prefers walking with his knotty stick, and clambering over the rocks.

*Mephist.* asks an Ignis Fatuus to skip before them, lighting the way.
(See Plate XXI.)

The *Ignus Fatuus* skips before them in a zig-zag direction, just as men do, never straight forward.

*Faust, Mephistopheles, Ignis Fatuus*, singing a trio.

"It seems we have entered into the spheres of dreams and witches.
Conduct us well!"

*Mephistopheles* shews Faust a treasure glowing in a deep cleft of the
mountain.

A chorus of *witches* riding to the Brocken through the air, on goats,
on sows, broomsticks, pitchforks, in baking-troughs, &c.

*Mephistopheles* is quite in his own element, and on this gala (as men
shew their stars and badges) will not remain incognito, but exhibits
his foot.

*Faust* compares the revels to a fair. *Mephistopheles* points out to
him *Lilith*, Adam's first wife.

*Faust* dances with a young witch, and talks of the apples in Paradise (meaning the forbidden fruit, which the ignorant imagine to have been an apple; but it is not likely that the same fruit, (for the literal text is true,) should be now found out of Paradise upon earth.)

*Mephistopheles* dances with an old witch.

A *Proctophantasmist*, or one of the Illuminati, is much vexed that he
cannot make the witches and ghosts disappear. He cannot bear the
despotism of spirits, and hopes yet to conquer devils and poets.

*Mephist.* says that the *Proctophantasmist* will sit down in a quagmire,
which is his usual way of solacing himself, and when the leeches feast
on him, will be cured of spirits and conceit.

*Faust* quits his fair dancer, because a red mouse leaped out of her
mouth, and then says to *Mephistopheles* :—(See Plate XXII.)

"Mephisto, do you see yonder that pale, beautiful girl, standing
alone, and at a distance? She drags herself slowly on, and seems to
walk with fettered legs. I must own that I think she resembles my
kind Margaret."

*Mephist.* tells him it is a mere lifeless, magical apparition, which it
is not proper to accost—as it would chill the blood, and that to every
man she appears like his own love. That, like Medusa, she will turn
men into stone, and can carry her head under her arm, since Perseus
has cut it off.

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*Faust* cannot take off his eyes, and with melancholy feelings re-
members his own Margaret—he sees a narrow red string round her
neck. They proceed to a stage, where a play, by some Dilettanti, is
announced.

*Mephistopheles* greatly approves to find the actors on the Blocksberg,
that being the proper place to which they belong.

*Dream of the Walpurgis-night, or OBERON'S and TITANIA'S Golden Wedding.*

AN INTERLUDE.

(This sprightly Interlude, replete with wit and satire, has no connection with the Tragedy, and is therefore omitted here.)

A GLOOMY DAY.

The Country.

FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES.

*Faust.* " In wretchedness! despairing! for a long time miserably weltering on the ground, and now in a prison! That gentle unhappy creature, like a malefactor confined in prison, and reserved for dreadful torments! To this pitch! this extremity!—Traitor, vile spirit, and this thou hast concealed from me! Thou mayest stand furiously rolling about thy diabolical eyes! Stand, bidding me defiance with thy unbearable presence!—Imprisoned! In irrecoverable misery! Delivered up to evil spirits, and to vindictive, unfeeling judges! And all the whilst thou lulledst me with the most insipid diversions, concealing from me her increasing misery, and leaving her to perish unrelieved!"

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*Mephist.* " She is not the first." (See Plate XXIII.)

*Faust.* " Thou dog! Abominable monster! Transform him, oh infinite spirit! Again transform the reptile into his canine form, in which he frequently took pleasure in trotting on before me—in rolling before the feet of the harmless pedestrian, and clinging to his shoulders when falling. Transform him again into his favourite form, that he may crawl on his belly in the dust, and that I may tread him under my feet, the vile reprobate! Not the first! A woeful pity! Too much for any human soul to conceive, that more than one creature should be sunk into this depth of misery; that the first in her writhing agonies should not suffice in the eyes of the forgiving eternal spirit to atone for the guilt of all the rest. The sufferings of this one person harrow up my soul, and thou sneerest coolly at the fate of thousands."

*Mephist.* " Now we are again at our wit's end, where you, human beings, overstrain your senses. Why do you engage with us in a compact, if you cannot go through with it? You want to fly, and are not proof against giddiness. Did we officiously intrude upon you, or you upon us?"

*Faust.* " Do not shew me your voracious teeth! I detest you! Supreme glorious spirit, who hast deigned to reveal thyself to me, thou who knowest my heart and my very soul, why tie me with chains to this shameful villain—this miscreant, who seeks his delight in mischief, his enjoyment in destruction?"

*Mephist.* " Have you done?"

*Faust.* " Preserve her! or woe be to you! The most horrid curse upon you for many thousand years!"

*Mephist.* " I cannot loosen the bonds of the avenger, nor open his bolts—Preserve her! Who was it that plunged her into destruction—I, or you?"

*Faust* looks about him wildly.

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*Mephist.* " Are you going to grasp the thunder? It is well that it was not given to you, miserable mortals !"

*Faust.* " Take me to her, she shall be free!"

*Mephist.* " And the danger to which you expose yourself. Know that the guilt of blood from your hand still remains upon the town. Over the grave of the slain hover the avenging spirits, and watch for the murderer's return."

*Faust.* " This also from thee? The murder and death of a world be upon thee, thou miscreant! Take me to her, I say, and deliver her !"

*Mephist.* " I'll conduct you, and what I can do, you shall hear. Have I all power in heaven and on earth? The jailor's senses I will intoxicate; you seize the keys, and lead her out by the hand of a man. I will await you. The magic horses stand ready; I will carry you off. This is what I am able to perform."

*Faust.* " Quick let us be off then !"

*Night. The open Country.*

*FAUST---MEPHISTOPHELES---rushing by on black horses.*

(See Plate XXIV.)

*Faust.* " What are those creatures doing that hover about you place of execution?"

*Mephist.* " I know not what they are boiling and preparing."

*Faust.* " They hover up and down, and stoop and bow."

*Mephist.* " A company of witches."

*Faust.* " They strew and consecrate."

*Mephist.* " On! on!"

A PRISON.

Faust, with a bunch of keys and a lamp at an iron door.---He seizes the lock and opens it. (See Plate XXV.)

Faust. " She suspects not that her beloved listens, that he hears the jingling of the chains, the rustling of the straw. " (He enters.)

Margaret tries to conceal herself on the couch of straw. "Woe! Woe! They are coming. Bitter death!

Faust, softly. " Hush! hush! I come to release you. "

Margaret. (throwing herself before him.) " If you are a human creature have pity on my distress !"

Faust. " You will awake the keepers by your screams. " (He lays hold of the chains to unlock them.)

Margaret, (on her knees.) " Who gave thee, hangman, this authority over me? You come already to fetch me away at midnight: Have mercy on me, and let me live a little longer! Is it not time enough to-morrow morning? (She stands up.) I am so young, so young! And must die already! I was beautiful too, and that was my ruin. My friend was near, now he is far off; the garland lies torn, the flowers are scattered. Do not seize me so forcibly! Spare me! What have I done to you? Let me not supplicate in vain, for I never saw you in my life."

Faust. " Can I survive this agony ?"

Margaret. " I am now entirely in your power. Only let me first suckle the infant. I kissed it all night; they have taken it away to distract me, and now they say that I killed it. I shall never know joy again. They sing ballads of me! It is wicked of the people! An old tale ends so: who told them to apply it?"

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Faust. (down on his knees.) " A lover lies at your feet to unlock the bondage of woe."

Margaret. (kneels down by him.) "Oh, let us kneel to invoke the saints! Behold! Under these steps, under the threshold, boils hell! The evil spirit roars with horrid wrath."

Faust. (aloud.) "Margaret! Margaret!"

Margaret. (listening) "That was the voice of my friend! (she jumps up. The chains drop off.) Where is he? I heard him call. I am free! None shall prevent me. I will fly to his neck, lie on his bosom! He called Margaret! He stood on the threshold. Through the midst of the howlings and din of hell, through the grim, diabolical jeering scoffs, I recognized the sweet, the fond voice."

Faust. "'Tis I!"

Margaret. "'Tis you! O say it once more! (taking hold of him.) It is he! What is become of pain? What is become of the anguish of the jail? Of the chains? It is then you? Do you come to save me? I am preserved!---There is the street where I saw you for the first time, and the peaceful garden where I and Martha expected you."

Faust. (striving to get her away.) "Come along with me! Come along!"

Margaret. "Oh, tarry! Now I so fondly tarry where you are." (in an endearing manner.)

Faust. "Hasten! If you do not make haste, you will suffer for it severely."

Margaret. "What! You cannot kiss any more? My friend, so short a time away from me, and you have forgot kissing? What makes me so fearful on your neck, when formerly your words, your looks, were like heaven to me, and you kissed me as if you would smother me. Kiss me, or else I shall kiss you! (she embraces him. Alas! Your lips are chilly, they are mute. What is become of your love? Who robbed me of it?" (she turns away from him.)

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Faust. " Come! Follow me! My love, take courage! I'll kiss you with ardour a thousand-fold; but follow me! I pray you do!"

Margaret. (turning to him.) " And is it you? Is it you indeed?"

Faust. " It is I! Come along!"

Margaret. " You loosen the fetters, you take me again on your lap. How comes it you do not shun me?---And do you know, my friend, whom you liberate?"

Faust. " Come! Come! Night passes away."

Margaret. " I have killed my mother, I have drowned my infant. Was it not given to you and to me? Yes, to you likewise.---It is you! I can hardly believe it. Give me your hand! It is no dream! Your dear hand!---But it feels moist! Wipe it off! I think there is some blood on it. Ah God! What have you done! Sheathe your sword, I pray you!"

Faust. " Let the past be forgotten: you kill me."

Margaret. " No, you must remain alive! I will describe the tombs to you. You must look after them to-morrow without fail; give the best place to my mother, my brothers next to her, mine a little aside, but not too far distant, and the infant must lay on my right breast; else none would lie near me!---To cling to your side used to be a sweet, a delightful happiness! But I am not able now; it seems to me as if I approached you reluctantly, as if you pushed me back; and yet it is you, and you look so good, so virtuous."

Faust. " If you feel it is I, come!"

Margaret. " Whither?"

Faust. " To liberty."

Margaret. " If the grave is without, if death lies in wait; come! From hence to the everlasting bed of rest, and not one step further.--- Are you going now? O Henry, I wish I could go with you!"

Faust. " You can! Only will it! The door stands open."

Margaret. " I dare not go; there is no hope for me. What avails

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flight? They lie in wait for me. It is so miserable to be obliged to
go begging alms, and above all with a guilty conscience. It is so
miserable to wander about in a foreign land; and they will seize me
after all."

Faust. I will stay with you.

Margaret. " Quick ! Quick ! Preserve your poor infant. On !
That way up the brook, into the forest, over the stile, to the left
where that plank is in the pond. Catch it immediately ! It wants to
rise, it struggles still ! Save it ! Save it !"

Faust. " Recollect yourself ! Only one step and you are free."

Margaret. " If we were but past that mountain ! There sits my
mother on a stone and shakes her head ; she beckons not, she does not
nod, her head feels heavy; she slept so long; she wakes no more : she
slept that we should enjoy pleasure. Those were happy times !"

Faust. " The day dawns ! My love ! My dear !"

Margaret. " The day ! Yes, the day dawns; the last day comes :
it was to have been my wedding-day ! Tell nobody you were with
Margaret. We shall meet again, but not at the dance. The crowd
presses; she is not heard. The square, the streets cannot hold them.
The bell tolls, the judge's wand is broken. How they seize and tie
me ! I am taken to the block. Now the sword is wielded to behead
me. The world lies mute as the grave !"

Faust. " Oh, I wish I had never been born !"

Mephist. is seen without. " Come! or you are lost. (See Plate
XXVI.) Useless trembling, delaying; and my horses are shivering :
the morning dawns."

Margaret. " What is that ascending from the earth ?---He ! he !
Send him away ! What does he want in this holy place? He comes for
me !"

Faust. " You shall live.

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*Margaret.* “Judgment of God! To thy tribunal I surrender myself!”

*Mephist. to Faust.* “Come! Come! I shall leave you in the lurch with her.”

*Margaret.* “Oh father, I am thine! Save me! Ye angels! Ye sainted hosts, pitch your camp around me, to protect me! Henry! I fear you.”

*Mephist.* “She has been judged!”

*A voice from above.* “She is preserved!”

*Mephist to Faust.* “Come to me!” (*disappears with Faust.*)

*A voice from within, gradually abating.* “Henry! Henry!”

## ERRATA.

Page 13, line 1, for “threat,” read “thereat.”

— ib. — 7, for “Hippotamus,” read “Hippopotamus.”

— ib. — 9, for “spirit,” read “spirits.”

— 15, — 20, for “flees,” read “fleas.”

— 26, — for “cavern,” read “kitchen.”

— 39, — 17, for “of,” read “off.”

Plate VI. for “cave,” read “kitchen.”

## THE END.

W. WILSON, PRINTER, GREVILLE-STREET, HATTON-GARDEN, LONDON.