As they are seen by each and all.
We must arrange them now, more wisely,
Before the joys of life shall pall.
Why, Zounds! Both hands and feet are, truly—
And head and virile forces—thine:
Yet all that I indulge in newly,
Is’t thence less wholly mine?
If I’ve six stallions in my stall,
Are not their forces also lent me?
I speed along, completest man of all,
As though my legs were four-and-twenty.
Take hold, then! let reflection rest,
And plunge into the world with zest!
I say to thee, a speculative wight
Is like a beast on moorlands lean,
That round and round some fiend misleads to evil plight,
While all about lie pastures fresh and green.
FAUST
Then how shall we begin?
MEPHISTOPHELES
We’ll try a wider sphere.
What place of martyrdom is here!
Is’t life, I ask, is’t even prudence,
To bore thyself and bore the students?
Let Neighbor Paunch to that attend!
Why plague thyself with threshing straw forever?
The best thou learnest, in the end
Thou dar’st not tell the youngsters—never!
I hear one’s footsteps, hither steering.
FAUST
To see him now I have no heart.
MEPHISTOPHELES
So long the poor boy waits a hearing,
He must not unconsoled depart.
Thy cap and mantle straightway lend me!
I’ll play the comedy with art.
(_He disguises himself_.)
My wits, be certain, will befriend me.
But fifteen minutes’ time is all I need;
For our fine trip, meanwhile, prepare thyself with speed!
[_Exit_ FAUST.
MEPHISTOPHELES
(_In_ FAUST’S _long mantle_.)
Reason and Knowledge only thou despise,
The highest strength in man that lies!
Let but the Lying Spirit bind thee
With magic works and shows that blind thee,
And I shall have thee fast and sure!—
Fate such a bold, untrammelled spirit gave him,
As forwards, onwards, ever must endure;
Whose over-hasty impulse drave him
Past earthly joys he might secure.
Dragged through the wildest life, will I enslave him,
Through flat and stale indifference;
With struggling, chilling, checking, so deprave him
That, to his hot, insatiate sense,
The dream of drink shall mock, but never lave him:
Refreshment shall his lips in vain implore—
Had he not made himself the Devil’s, naught could save
him,
Still were he lost forevermore!
(_A_ STUDENT _enters_.)
STUDENT
A short time, only, am I here,
And come, devoted and sincere,
To greet and know the man of fame,
Whom men to me with reverence name.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Your courtesy doth flatter me:
You see a man, as others be.
Have you, perchance, elsewhere begun?
STUDENT
Receive me now, I pray, as one
Who comes to you with courage good,
Somewhat of cash, and healthy blood:
My mother was hardly willing to let me;
But knowledge worth having I fain would get me.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Then you have reached the right place now.
STUDENT
I’d like to leave it, I must avow;
I find these walls, these vaulted spaces
Are anything but pleasant places.
Tis all so cramped and close and mean;
One sees no tree, no glimpse of green,
And when the lecture-halls receive me,
Seeing, hearing, and thinking leave me.
MEPHISTOPHELES
All that depends on habitude.
So from its mother’s breasts a child
At first, reluctant, takes its food,
But soon to seek them is beguiled.
Thus, at the breasts of Wisdom clinging,
Thou’lt find each day a greater rapture bringing.
STUDENT
I’ll hang thereon with joy, and freely drain them;
But tell me, pray, the proper means to gain them.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Explain, before you further speak,
The special faculty you seek.
STUDENT
I crave the highest erudition;
And fain would make my acquisition
All that there is in Earth and Heaven,
In Nature and in Science too.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Here is the genuine path for you;
Yet strict attention must be given.
STUDENT
Body and soul thereon I’ll wreak;
Yet, truly, I’ve some inclination
On summer holidays to seek
A little freedom and recreation.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Use well your time! It flies so swiftly from us;
But time through order may be won, I promise.
So, Friend (my views to briefly sum),
First, the _collegium logicum_.
There will your mind be drilled and braced,
As if in Spanish boots ’twere laced,
And thus, to graver paces brought,
’Twill plod along the path of thought,
Instead of shooting here and there,
A will-o’-the-wisp in murky air.
Days will be spent to bid you know,
What once you did at a single blow,
Like eating and drinking, free and strong,—
That one, two, three! thereto belong.
Truly the fabric of mental fleece
Resembles a weaver’s masterpiece,
Where a thousand threads one treadle throws,
Where fly the shuttles hither and thither.
Unseen the threads are knit together.
And an infinite combination grows.
Then, the philosopher steps in
And shows, no otherwise it could have been:
The first was so, the second so,
Therefore the third and fourth are so;
Were not the first and second, then
The third and fourth had never been.
The scholars are everywhere believers,
But never succeed in being weavers.
He who would study organic existence,
First drives out the soul with rigid persistence;
Then the parts in his hand he may hold and class,
But the spiritual link is lost, alas!
_Encheiresin natures_, this Chemistry names,
Nor knows how herself she banters and blames!
STUDENT
I cannot understand you quite.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Your mind will shortly be set aright,
When you have learned, all things reducing,
To classify them for your using.
STUDENT
I feel as stupid, from all you’ve said,
As if a mill-wheel whirled in my head!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And after—first and foremost duty—Of
Metaphysics learn the use and beauty!
See that you most profoundly gain
What does not suit the human brain!
A splendid word to serve, you’ll find
For what goes in—or won’t go in—your mind.
But first, at least this half a year,
To order rigidly adhere;
Five hours a day, you understand,
And when the clock strikes, be on hand!
Prepare beforehand for your part
With paragraphs all got by heart,
So you can better watch, and look
That naught is said but what is in the book:
Yet in thy writing as unwearied be,
As did the Holy Ghost dictate to thee!
STUDENT
No need to tell me twice to do it!
I think, how useful ’tis to write;
For what one has, in black and white,
One carries home and then goes through it.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Yet choose thyself a faculty!
STUDENT
I cannot reconcile myself to Jurisprudence.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Nor can I therefore greatly blame you students:
I know what science this has come to be.
All rights and laws are still transmitted
Like an eternal sickness of the race,—
From generation unto generation fitted,
And shifted round from place to place.
Reason becomes a sham, Beneficence a worry:
Thou art a grandchild, therefore woe to thee!
The right born with us, ours in verity,
This to consider, there’s, alas! no hurry.
STUDENT
My own disgust is strengthened by your speech:
O lucky he, whom you shall teach!
I’ve almost for Theology decided.
MEPHISTOPHELES
I should not wish to see you here misguided:
For, as regards this science, let me hint
’Tis very hard to shun the false direction;
There’s so much secret poison lurking in ’t,
So like the medicine, it baffles your detection.
Hear, therefore, one alone, for that is best, in sooth,
And simply take your master’s words for truth.
On _words_ let your attention centre!
Then through the safest gate you’ll enter
The temple-halls of Certainty.
STUDENT
Yet in the word must some idea be.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Of course! But only shun too over-sharp a tension,
For just where fails the comprehension,
A word steps promptly in as deputy.
With words ’tis excellent disputing;
Systems to words ’tis easy suiting;
On words ’tis excellent believing;
No word can ever lose a jot from thieving.
STUDENT
Pardon! With many questions I detain you.
Yet must I trouble you again.
Of Medicine I still would fain
Hear one strong word that might explain you.
Three years is but a little space.
And, God! who can the field embrace?
If one some index could be shown,
’Twere easier groping forward, truly.
MEPHISTOPHELES (_aside_)
I’m tired enough of this dry tone,—
Must play the Devil again, and fully.
(_Aloud_)
To grasp the spirit of Medicine is easy:
Learn of the great and little world your fill,
To let it go at last, so please ye,
Just as God will!
In vain that through the realms of science you may drift;
Each one learns only—just what learn he can:
Yet he who grasps the Moment’s gift,
He is the proper man.
Well-made you are, ’tis not to be denied,
The rest a bold address will win you;
If you but in yourself confide,
At once confide all others in you.
To lead the women, learn the special feeling!
Their everlasting aches and groans,
In thousand tones,
Have all one source, one mode of healing;
And if your acts are half discreet,
You’ll always have them at your feet.
A title first must draw and interest them,
And show that yours all other arts exceeds;
Then, as a greeting, you are free to touch and test them,
While, thus to do, for years another pleads.
You press and count the pulse’s dances,
And then, with burning sidelong glances,
You clasp the swelling hips, to see
If tightly laced her corsets be.
STUDENT
That’s better, now! The How and Where, one sees.
MEPHISTOPHELES
My worthy friend, gray are all theories,
And green alone Life’s golden tree.
STUDENT
I swear to you, ’tis like a dream to me.
Might I again presume, with trust unbounded,
To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Most willingly, to what extent I may.
STUDENT
I cannot really go away:
Allow me that my album first I reach you,—
Grant me this favor, I beseech you!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Assuredly.
(_He writes, and returns the book_.)
STUDENT (_reads_)
_Eritis sicut Deus, scientes bonum et malum_.
(_Closes the book with reverence, and withdraws_)
MEPHISTOPHELES
Follow the ancient text, and the snake thou wast ordered to trample!
With all thy likeness to God, thou’lt yet be a sorry example!
(FAUST _enters_.)
FAUST
Now, whither shall we go?
MEPHISTOPHELES
As best it pleases thee.
The little world, and then the great, we’ll see.
With what delight, what profit winning,
Shalt thou sponge through the term beginning!
FAUST
Yet with the flowing beard I wear,
Both ease and grace will fail me there.
The attempt, indeed, were a futile strife;
I never could learn the ways of life.
I feel so small before others, and thence
Should always find embarrassments.
MEPHISTOPHELES
My friend, thou soon shalt lose all such misgiving:
Be thou but self-possessed, thou hast the art of living!
FAUST
How shall we leave the house, and start?
Where hast thou servant, coach and horses?
MEPHISTOPHELES
We’ll spread this cloak with proper art,
Then through the air direct our courses.
But only, on so bold a flight,
Be sure to have thy luggage light.
A little burning air, which I shall soon prepare us,
Above the earth will nimbly bear us,
And, if we’re light, we’ll travel swift and clear:
I gratulate thee on thy new career!
[Illustration]
V
AUERBACH’S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG
CAROUSAL OF JOLLY COMPANIONS
FROSCH
Is no one laughing? no one drinking?
I’ll teach you how to grin, I’m thinking.
To-day you’re like wet straw, so tame;
And usually you’re all aflame.
BRANDER
Now that’s your fault; from you we nothing see,
No beastliness and no stupidity.
FROSCH
(_Pours a glass of wine over_ BRANDER’S _head_.)
There’s both together!
BRANDER
Twice a swine!
FROSCH
You wanted them: I’ve given you mine.
SIEBEL
Turn out who quarrels—out the door!
With open throat sing chorus, drink and roar!
Up! holla! ho!
ALTMAYER
Woe’s me, the fearful bellow!
Bring cotton, quick! He’s split my ears, that fellow.
SIEBEL
When the vault echoes to the song,
One first perceives the bass is deep and strong.
FROSCH
Well said! and out with him that takes the least offence!
_Ah, tara, lara da_!
ALTMAYER
_Ah, tara, lara, da_!
FROSCH
The throats are tuned, commence!
(_Sings_.)
_The dear old holy Roman realm,
How does it hold together_?
BRANDER
A nasty song! Fie! a political song—
A most offensive song! Thank God, each morning, therefore,
That you have not the Roman realm to care for!
At least, I hold it so much gain for me,
That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be.
Yet also we must have a ruling head, I hope,
And so we’ll choose ourselves a Pope.
You know the quality that can
Decide the choice, and elevate the man.
FROSCH (_sings_)
_Soar up, soar up, Dame Nightingale!
Ten thousand times my sweetheart hail!_
SIEBEL
No, greet my sweetheart not! I tell you, I’ll resent it.
FROSCH
My sweetheart greet and kiss! I dare you to prevent it!
(_Sings_.)
_Draw the latch! the darkness makes:
Draw the latch! the lover wakes.
Shut the latch! the morning breaks_.
SIEBEL
Yes, sing away, sing on, and praise, and brag of her!
I’ll wait my proper time for laughter:
Me by the nose she led, and now she’ll lead you after.
Her paramour should be an ugly gnome,
Where four roads cross, in wanton play to meet her:
An old he-goat, from Blocksberg coming home,
Should his good-night in lustful gallop bleat her!
A fellow made of genuine flesh and blood
Is for the wench a deal too good.
Greet her? Not I: unless, when meeting,
To smash her windows be a greeting!
BRANDER (_pounding on the table_)
Attention! Hearken now to me!
Confess, Sirs, I know how to live.
Enamored persons here have we,
And I, as suits their quality,
Must something fresh for their advantage give.
Take heed! ’Tis of the latest cut, my strain,
And all strike in at each refrain!
(_He sings_.)
There was a rat in the cellar-nest,
Whom fat and butter made smoother:
He had a paunch beneath his vest
Like that of Doctor Luther.
The cook laid poison cunningly,
And then as sore oppressed was he
As if he had love in his bosom.
CHORUS (_shouting_)
As if he had love in his bosom!
BRANDER
He ran around, he ran about,
His thirst in puddles laving;
He gnawed and scratched the house throughout.
But nothing cured his raving.
He whirled and jumped, with torment mad,
And soon enough the poor beast had,
As if he had love in his bosom.
CHORUS
As if he had love in his bosom!
BRANDER
And driven at last, in open day,
He ran into the kitchen,
Fell on the hearth, and squirming lay,
In the last convulsion twitching.
Then laughed the murderess in her glee:
“Ha! ha! he’s at his last gasp,” said she,
“As if he had love in his bosom!”
CHORUS
As if he had love in his bosom!
SIEBEL
How the dull fools enjoy the matter!
To me it is a proper art
Poison for such poor rats to scatter.
BRANDER
Perhaps you’ll warmly take their part?
ALTMAYER
The bald-pate pot-belly I have noted:
Misfortune tames him by degrees;
For in the rat by poison bloated
His own most natural form he sees.
FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES
MEPHISTOPHELES
Before all else, I bring thee hither
Where boon companions meet together,
To let thee see how smooth life runs away.
Here, for the folk, each day’s a holiday:
With little wit, and ease to suit them,
They whirl in narrow, circling trails,
Like kittens playing with their tails?
And if no headache persecute them,
So long the host may credit give,
They merrily and careless live.
BRANDER
The fact is easy to unravel,
Their air’s so odd, they’ve just returned from travel:
A single hour they’ve not been here.
FROSCH
You’ve verily hit the truth! Leipzig to me is dear:
Paris in miniature, how it refines its people!
SIEBEL
Who are the strangers, should you guess?
FROSCH
Let me alone! I’ll set them first to drinking,
And then, as one a child’s tooth draws, with cleverness,
I’ll worm their secret out, I’m thinking.
They’re of a noble house, that’s very clear:
Haughty and discontented they appear.
BRANDER
They’re mountebanks, upon a revel.
ALTMAYER
Perhaps.
FROSCH
Look out, I’ll smoke them now!
MEPHISTOPHELES (_to_ FAUST)
Not if he had them by the neck, I vow,
Would e’er these people scent the Devil!
FAUST
Fair greeting, gentlemen!
SIEBEL
Our thanks: we give the same.
(_Murmurs, inspecting_ MEPHISTOPHELES _from the side_.)
In one foot is the fellow lame?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Is it permitted that we share your leisure?
In place of cheering drink, which one seeks vainly here,
Your company shall give us pleasure.
ALTMAYER
A most fastidious person you appear.
FROSCH
No doubt ’twas late when you from Rippach started?
And supping there with Hans occasioned your delay?
MEPHISTOPHELES
We passed, without a call, to-day.
At our last interview, before we parted
Much of his cousins did he speak, entreating
That we should give to each his kindly greeting.
(_He bows to_ FROSCH.)
ALTMAYER (_aside_)
You have it now! he understands.
SIEBEL
A knave sharp-set!
FROSCH
Just wait awhile: I’ll have him yet.
MEPHISTOPHELES
If I am right, we heard the sound
Of well-trained voices, singing chorus;
And truly, song must here rebound
Superbly from the arches o’er us.
FROSCH
Are you, perhaps, a virtuoso?
MEPHISTOPHELES
O no! my wish is great, my power is only so-so.
ALTMAYER
Give us a song!
MEPHISTOPHELES
If you desire, a number.
SIEBEL
So that it be a bran-new strain!
MEPHISTOPHELES
We’ve just retraced our way from. Spain,
The lovely land of wine, and song, and slumber.
(_Sings_.)
There was a king once reigning,
Who had a big black flea—
FROSCH
Hear, hear! A flea! D’ye rightly take the jest?
I call a flea a tidy guest.
MEPHISTOPHELES (_sings_)
There was a king once reigning,
Who had a big black flea,
And loved him past explaining,
As his own son were he.
He called his man of stitches;
The tailor came straightway:
Here, measure the lad for breeches.
And measure his coat, I say!
BRANDER
But mind, allow the tailor no caprices:
Enjoin upon him, as his head is dear,
To most exactly measure, sew and shear,
So that the breeches have no creases!
MEPHISTOPHELES
In silk and velvet gleaming
He now was wholly drest—
Had a coat with ribbons streaming,
A cross upon his breast.
He had the first of stations,
A minister’s star and name;
And also all his relations
Great lords at court became.
And the lords and ladies of honor
Were plagued, awake and in bed;
The queen she got them upon her,
The maids were bitten and bled.
And they did not dare to brush them,
Or scratch them, day or night:
We crack them and we crush them,
At once, whene’er they bite.
CHORUS (_shouting_)
We crack them and we crush them,
At once, whene’er they bite!
FROSCH
Bravo! bravo! that was fine.
SIEBEL
Every flea may it so befall!
BRANDER
Point your fingers and nip them all!
ALTMAYER
Hurrah for Freedom! Hurrah for wine!
MEPHISTOPHELES
I fain would drink with you, my glass to Freedom clinking,
If ’twere a better wine that here I see you drinking.
SIEBEL
Don’t let us hear that speech again!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Did I not fear the landlord might complain,
I’d treat these worthy guests, with pleasure,
To some from out our cellar’s treasure.
SIEBEL
Just treat, and let the landlord me arraign!
FROSCH
And if the wine be good, our praises shall be ample.
But do not give too very small a sample;
For, if its quality I decide,
With a good mouthful I must be supplied.
ALTMAYER (_aside_)
They’re from the Rhine! I guessed as much, before.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Bring me a gimlet here!
BRANDER
What shall therewith be done?
You’ve not the casks already at the door?
ALTMAYER
Yonder, within the landlord’s box of tools, there’s one!
MEPHISTOPHELES (_takes the gimlet_)
(_To_ FROSCH.)
Now, give me of your taste some intimation.
FROSCH
How do you mean? Have you so many kinds?
MEPHISTOPHELES
The choice is free: make up your minds.
ALTMAYER (_to_ FROSCH)
Aha! you lick your chops, from sheer anticipation.
FROSCH
Good! if I have the choice, so let the wine be Rhenish!
Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish.
MEPHISTOPHELES
(_boring a hole in the edge of the table, at the place where_
FROSCH _sits_)
Get me a little wax, to make the stoppers, quick!
ALTMAYER
Ah! I perceive a juggler’s trick.
MEPHISTOPHELES (_to_ BRANDER)
And you?
BRANDER
Champagne shall be my wine,
And let it sparkle fresh and fine!
MEPHISTOPHELES
(_bores: in the meantime one has made the wax stoppers, and
plugged the holes with them_.)
BRANDER
What’s foreign one can’t always keep quite clear of,
For good things, oft, are not so near;
A German can’t endure the French to see or hear of,
Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer.
SIEBEL
(_as_ MEPHISTOPHELES _approaches his seat_)
For me, I grant, sour wine is out of place;
Fill up my glass with sweetest, will you?
MEPHISTOPHELES (_boring_)
Tokay shall flow at once, to fill you!
ALTMAYER
No—look me, Sirs, straight in the face!
I see you have your fun at our expense.
MEPHISTOPHELES
O no! with gentlemen of such pretence,
That were to venture far, indeed.
Speak out, and make your choice with speed!
With what a vintage can I serve you?
ALTMAYER
With any—only satisfy our need.
(_After the holes have been bored and plugged_)
MEPHISTOPHELES (_with singular gestures_)
Grapes the vine-stem bears,
Horns the he-goat wears!
The grapes are juicy, the vines are wood,
The wooden table gives wine as good!
Into the depths of Nature peer,—
Only believe there’s a miracle here!
Now draw the stoppers, and drink your fill!
ALL
(_as they draw out the stoppers, and the wine which has been
desired flows into the glass of each)_
O beautiful fountain, that flows at will!
MEPHISTOPHELES
But have a care that you nothing spill!
(_They drink repeatedly_.)
ALL (_sing_)
As ’twere five hundred hogs, we feel
So cannibalic jolly!
MEPHISTOPHELES
See, now, the race is happy—it is free!
FAUST
To leave them is my inclination.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Take notice, first! their bestiality
Will make a brilliant demonstration.
SIEBEL
(_drinks carelessly: the wine spills upon the earth, and turns to
flame_)
Help! Fire! Help! Hell-fire is sent!
MEPHISTOPHELES (_charming away the flame)_
Be quiet, friendly element!
(_To the revellers_)
A bit of purgatory ’twas for this time, merely.
SIEBEL
What mean you? Wait!—you’ll pay for’t dearly!
You’ll know us, to your detriment.
FROSCH
Don’t try that game a second time upon us!
ALTMAYER
I think we’d better send him packing quietly.
SIEBEL
What, Sir! you dare to make so free,
And play your hocus-pocus on us!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Be still, old wine-tub.
SIEBEL
Broomstick, you!
You face it out, impertinent and heady?
BRANDER
Just wait! a shower of blows is ready.
ALTMAYER
(_draws a stopper out of the table: fire flies in his face_.)
I burn! I burn!
SIEBEL
’Tis magic! Strike—
The knave is outlawed! Cut him as you like!
(_They draw their knives, and rush upon_ MEPHISTOPHELES.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (_with solemn gestures_)
False word and form of air,
Change place, and sense ensnare!
Be here—and there!
(_They stand amazed and look at each other_.)
ALTMAYER
Where am I? What a lovely land!
FROSCH
Vines? Can I trust my eyes?
SIEBEL
And purple grapes at hand!
BRANDER
Here, over this green arbor bending,
See what a vine! what grapes depending!
(_He takes_ SIEBEL _by the nose: the others do the same reciprocally,
and raise their knives_.)
MEPHISTOPHELES (_as above_)
Loose, Error, from their eyes the band,
And how the Devil jests, be now enlightened!
(_He disappears with_ FAUST: _the revellers start and separate_.)
SIEBEL
What happened?
ALTMAYER
How?
FROSCH
Was that your nose I tightened?
BRANDER (_to_ SIEBEL)
And yours that still I have in hand?
ALTMAYER
It was a blow that went through every limb!
Give me a chair! I sink! my senses swim.
FROSCH
But what has happened, tell me now?
SIEBEL
Where is he? If I catch the scoundrel hiding,
He shall not leave alive, I vow.
ALTMAYER
I saw him with these eyes upon a wine-cask riding
Out of the cellar-door, just now.
Still in my feet the fright like lead is weighing.
(_He turns towards the table_.)
Why! If the fount of wine should still be playing?
SIEBEL
’Twas all deceit, and lying, false design!
FROSCH
And yet it seemed as I were drinking wine.
BRANDER
But with the grapes how was it, pray?
ALTMAYER
Shall one believe no miracles, just say!
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
VI
WITCHES’ KITCHEN
(_Upon a low hearth stands a great caldron, under which a fire
is burning. Various figures appear in the vapors which
rise from the caldron. An ape sits beside it, skims it, and
watches lest it boil over. The he-ape, with the young
ones, sits near and warms himself. Ceiling and walls are
covered with the most fantastic witch-implements_.)
FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES
FAUST
These crazy signs of witches’ craft repel me!
I shall recover, dost thou tell me,
Through this insane, chaotic play?
From an old hag shall I demand assistance?
And will her foul mess take away
Full thirty years from my existence?
Woe’s me, canst thou naught better find!
Another baffled hope must be lamented:
Has Nature, then, and has a noble mind
Not any potent balsam yet invented?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Once more, my friend, thou talkest sensibly.
There is, to make thee young, a simpler mode and apter;
But in another book ’tis writ for thee,
And is a most eccentric chapter.
FAUST
Yet will I know it.
MEPHISTOPHELES