But on a gala-day one may his orders show.
The Garter does not deck my suit,
But honored and at home is here the cloven foot.
Perceiv’st thou yonder snail? It cometh, slow and steady;
So delicately its feelers pry,
That it hath scented me already:
I cannot here disguise me, if I try.
But come! we’ll go from this fire to a newer:
I am the go-between, and thou the wooer.
(_To some, who are sitting around dying embers_:)
Old gentlemen, why at the outskirts? Enter!
I’d praise you if I found you snugly in the centre,
With youth and revel round you like a zone:
You each, at home, are quite enough alone.
GENERAL
Say, who would put his trust in nations,
Howe’er for them one may have worked and planned?
For with the people, as with women,
Youth always has the upper hand.
MINISTER
They’re now too far from what is just and sage.
I praise the old ones, not unduly:
When we were all-in-all, then, truly,
_Then_ was the real golden age.
PARVENU
We also were not stupid, either,
And what we should not, often did;
But now all things have from their bases slid,
Just as we meant to hold them fast together.
AUTHOR
Who, now, a work of moderate sense will read?
Such works are held as antiquate and mossy;
And as regards the younger folk, indeed,
They never yet have been so pert and saucy.
MEPHISTOPHELES
(_who all at once appears very old_)
I feel that men are ripe for Judgment-Day,
Now for the last time I’ve the witches’-hill ascended:
Since to the lees _my_ cask is drained away,
The world’s, as well, must soon be ended.
HUCKSTER-WITCH
Ye gentlemen, don’t pass me thus!
Let not the chance neglected be!
Behold my wares attentively:
The stock is rare and various.
And yet, there’s nothing I’ve collected—
No shop, on earth, like this you’ll find!—
Which has not, once, sore hurt inflicted
Upon the world, and on mankind.
No dagger’s here, that set not blood to flowing;
No cup, that hath not once, within a healthy frame
Poured speedy death, in poison glowing:
No gems, that have not brought a maid to shame;
No sword, but severed ties for the unwary,
Or from behind struck down the adversary.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Gossip! the times thou badly comprehendest:
What’s done has happed—what haps, is done!
’Twere better if for novelties thou sendest:
By such alone can we be won.
FAUST
Let me not lose myself in all this pother!
This is a fair, as never was another!
MEPHISTOPHELES
The whirlpool swirls to get above:
Thou’rt shoved thyself, imagining to shove.
FAUST
But who is that?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Note her especially,
Tis Lilith.
FAUST
Who?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Adam’s first wife is she.
Beware the lure within her lovely tresses,
The splendid sole adornment of her hair!
When she succeeds therewith a youth to snare,
Not soon again she frees him from her jesses.
FAUST
Those two, the old one with the young one sitting,
They’ve danced already more than fitting.
MEPHISTOPHELES
No rest to-night for young or old!
They start another dance: come now, let us take hold!
FAUST (_dancing with the young witch_)
A lovely dream once came to me;
I then beheld an apple-tree,
And there two fairest apples shone:
They lured me so, I climbed thereon.
THE FAIR ONE
Apples have been desired by you,
Since first in Paradise they grew;
And I am moved with joy, to know
That such within my garden grow.
MEPHISTOPHELES (_dancing with the old one_)
A dissolute dream once came to me:
Therein I saw a cloven tree,
Which had a————————;
Yet,——as ’twas, I fancied it.
THE OLD ONE
I offer here my best salute
Unto the knight with cloven foot!
Let him a—————prepare,
If him—————————does not scare.
PROKTOPHANTASMIST
Accurséd folk! How dare you venture thus?
Had you not, long since, demonstration
That ghosts can’t stand on ordinary foundation?
And now you even dance, like one of us!
THE FAIR ONE (_dancing_)
Why does he come, then, to our ball?
FAUST (_dancing_)
O, everywhere on him you fall!
When others dance, he weighs the matter:
If he can’t every step bechatter,
Then ’tis the same as were the step not made;
But if you forwards go, his ire is most displayed.
If you would whirl in regular gyration
As he does in his dull old mill,
He’d show, at any rate, good-will,—
Especially if you heard and heeded his hortation.
PROKTOPHANTASMIST
You still are here? Nay, ’tis a thing unheard!
Vanish, at once! We’ve said the enlightening word.
The pack of devils by no rules is daunted:
We are so wise, and yet is Tegel haunted.
To clear the folly out, how have I swept and stirred!
Twill ne’er be clean: why, ’tis a thing unheard!
THE FAIR ONE
Then cease to bore us at our ball!
PROKTOPHANTASMIST
I tell you, spirits, to your face,
I give to spirit-despotism no place;
My spirit cannot practise it at all.
(_The dance continues_)
Naught will succeed, I see, amid such revels;
Yet something from a tour I always save,
And hope, before my last step to the grave,
To overcome the poets and the devils.
MEPHISTOPHELES
He now will seat him in the nearest puddle;
The solace this, whereof he’s most assured:
And when upon his rump the leeches hang and fuddle,
He’ll be of spirits and of Spirit cured.
(_To_ FAUST, _who has left the dance_:)
Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden,
That in the dance so sweetly sang?
FAUST
Ah! in the midst of it there sprang
A red mouse from her mouth—sufficient reason.
MEPHISTOPHELES
That’s nothing! One must not so squeamish be;
So the mouse was not gray, enough for thee.
Who’d think of that in love’s selected season?
FAUST
Then saw I—.
MEPHISTOPHELES
What?
FAUST
Mephisto, seest thou there,
Alone and far, a girl most pale and fair?
She falters on, her way scarce knowing,
As if with fettered feet that stay her going.
I must confess, it seems to me
As if my kindly Margaret were she.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Let the thing be! All thence have evil drawn:
It is a magic shape, a lifeless eidolon.
Such to encounter is not good:
Their blank, set stare benumbs the human blood,
And one is almost turned to stone.
Medusa’s tale to thee is known.
FAUST
Forsooth, the eyes they are of one whom, dying,
No hand with loving pressure closed;
That is the breast whereon I once was lying,—
The body sweet, beside which I reposed!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Tis magic all, thou fool, seduced so easily!
Unto each man his love she seems to be.
FAUST
The woe, the rapture, so ensnare me,
That from her gaze I cannot tear me!
And, strange! around her fairest throat
A single scarlet band is gleaming,
No broader than a knife-blade seeming!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Quite right! The mark I also note.
Her head beneath her arm she’ll sometimes carry;
Twas Perseus lopped it, her old adversary.
Thou crav’st the same illusion still!
Come, let us mount this little hill;
The Prater shows no livelier stir,
And, if they’ve not bewitched my sense,
I verily see a theatre.
What’s going on?
SERVIBILIS
’Twill shortly recommence:
A new performance—’tis the last of seven.
To give that number is the custom here:
’Twas by a Dilettante written,
And Dilettanti in the parts appear.
That now I vanish, pardon, I entreat you!
As Dilettante I the curtain raise.
MEPHISTOPHELES
When I upon the Blocksberg meet you,
I find it good: for that’s your proper place.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
XXII
WALPURGIS-NIGHT’S DREAM
OBERON AND TITANIA’s GOLDEN WEDDING
INTERMEZZO
MANAGER
Sons of Mieding, rest to-day!
Needless your machinery:
Misty vale and mountain gray,
That is all the scenery.
HERALD
That the wedding golden be.
Must fifty years be rounded:
But _the Golden_ give to me,
When the strife’s compounded.
OBERON
Spirits, if you’re here, be seen—
Show yourselves, delighted!
Fairy king and fairy queen,
They are newly plighted.
PUCK
Cometh Puck, and, light of limb,
Whisks and whirls in measure:
Come a hundred after him,
To share with him the pleasure.
ARIEL
Ariel’s song is heavenly-pure,
His tones are sweet and rare ones:
Though ugly faces he allure,
Yet he allures the fair ones.
OBERON
Spouses, who would fain agree,
Learn how we were mated!
If your pairs would loving be,
First be separated!
TITANIA
If her whims the wife control,
And the man berate her,
Take him to the Northern Pole,
And her to the Equator!
ORCHESTRA. TUTTI.
_Fortissimo_.
Snout of fly, mosquito-bill,
And kin of all conditions,
Frog in grass, and cricket-trill,—
These are the musicians!
SOLO
See the bagpipe on our track!
’Tis the soap-blown bubble:
Hear the _schnecke-schnicke-schnack_
Through his nostrils double!
SPIRIT, JUST GROWING INTO FORM
Spider’s foot and paunch of toad,
And little wings—we know ’em!
A little creature ’twill not be,
But yet, a little poem.
A LITTLE COUPLE
Little step and lofty leap
Through honey-dew and fragrance:
You’ll never mount the airy steep
With all your tripping vagrance.
INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER
Is’t but masquerading play?
See I with precision?
Oberon, the beauteous fay,
Meets, to-night, my vision!
ORTHODOX
Not a claw, no tail I see!
And yet, beyond a cavil,
Like “the Gods of Greece,” must he
Also be a devil.
NORTHERN ARTIST
I only seize, with sketchy air,
Some outlines of the tourney;
Yet I betimes myself prepare
For my Italian journey.
PURIST
My bad luck brings me here, alas!
How roars the orgy louder!
And of the witches in the mass,
But only two wear powder.
YOUNG WITCH
Powder becomes, like petticoat,
A gray and wrinkled noddy;
So I sit naked on my goat,
And show a strapping body.
MATRON
We’ve too much tact and policy
To rate with gibes a scolder;
Yet, young and tender though you be,
I hope to see you moulder.
LEADER OF THE BAND
Fly-snout and mosquito-bill,
Don’t swarm so round the Naked!
Frog in grass and cricket-trill,
Observe the time, and make it!
WEATHERCOCK (_towards one side_)
Society to one’s desire!
Brides only, and the sweetest!
And bachelors of youth and fire.
And prospects the completest!
WEATHERCOCK (_towards the other side_)
And if the Earth don’t open now
To swallow up each ranter,
Why, then will I myself, I vow,
Jump into hell instanter!
XENIES
Us as little insects see!
With sharpest nippers flitting,
That our Papa Satan we
May honor as is fitting.
HENNINGS
How, in crowds together massed,
They are jesting, shameless!
They will even say, at last,
That their hearts are blameless.
MUSAGETES
Among this witches’ revelry
His way one gladly loses;
And, truly, it would easier be
Than to command the Muses.
CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE
The proper folks one’s talents laud:
Come on, and none shall pass us!
The Blocksberg has a summit broad,
Like Germany’s Parnassus.
INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER
Say, who’s the stiff and pompous man?
He walks with haughty paces:
He snuffles all he snuffle can:
“He scents the Jesuits’ traces.”
CRANE
Both clear and muddy streams, for me
Are good to fish and sport in:
And thus the pious man you see
With even devils consorting.
WORLDLING
Yes, for the pious, I suspect,
All instruments are fitting;
And on the Blocksberg they erect
Full many a place of meeting.
DANCER
A newer chorus now succeeds!
I hear the distant drumming.
“Don’t be disturbed! ’tis, in the reeds,
The bittern’s changeless booming.”
DANCING-MASTER
How each his legs in nimble trip
Lifts up, and makes a clearance!
The crooked jump, the heavy skip,
Nor care for the appearance.
GOOD FELLOW
The rabble by such hate are held,
To maim and slay delights them:
As Orpheus’ lyre the brutes compelled,
The bagpipe here unites them.
DOGMATIST
I’ll not be led by any lure
Of doubts or critic-cavils:
The Devil must be something, sure,—
Or how should there be devils?
IDEALIST
This once, the fancy wrought in me
Is really too despotic:
Forsooth, if I am all I see,
I must be idiotic!
REALIST
This racking fuss on every hand,
It gives me great vexation;
And, for the first time, here I stand
On insecure foundation.
SUPERNATURALIST
With much delight I see the play,
And grant to these their merits,
Since from the devils I also may
Infer the better spirits.
SCEPTIC
The flame they follow, on and on,
And think they’re near the treasure:
But _Devil_ rhymes with _Doubt_ alone,
So I am here with pleasure.
LEADER OF THE BAND
Frog in green, and cricket-trill.
Such dilettants!—perdition!
Fly-snout and mosquito-bill,—
Each one’s a fine musician!
THE ADROIT
_Sans souci_, we call the clan
Of merry creatures so, then;
Go a-foot no more we can,
And on our heads we go, then.
THE AWKWARD
Once many a bit we sponged, but now,
God help us! that is done with:
Our shoes are all danced out, we trow,
We’ve but naked soles to run with.
WILL-O’-THE WISPS
From the marshes we appear,
Where we originated;
Yet in the ranks, at once, we’re here
As glittering gallants rated.
SHOOTING-STAR
Darting hither from the sky,
In star and fire light shooting,
Cross-wise now in grass I lie:
Who’ll help me to my footing?
THE HEAVY FELLOWS
Room! and round about us, room!
Trodden are the grasses:
Spirits also, spirits come,
And they are bulky masses.
PUCK
Enter not so stall-fed quite,
Like elephant-calves about one!
And the heaviest weight to-night
Be Puck, himself, the stout one!
ARIEL
If loving Nature at your back,
Or Mind, the wings uncloses,
Follow up my airy track
To the mount of roses!
ORCHESTRA
_pianissimo_
Cloud and trailing mist o’erhead
Are now illuminated:
Air in leaves, and wind in reed,
And all is dissipated.
[Illustration]
XXIII
DREARY DAY
A FIELD
FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES
FAUST
In misery! In despair! Long wretchedly astray on the face of the earth,
and now imprisoned! That gracious, ill-starred creature shut in a
dungeon as a criminal, and given up to fearful torments! To this has it
come! to this!—Treacherous, contemptible spirit, and thou hast
concealed it from me!—Stand, then,—stand! Roll the devilish eyes
wrathfully in thy head! Stand and defy me with thine intolerable
presence! Imprisoned! In irretrievable misery! Delivered up to evil
spirits, and to condemning, unfeeling Man! And thou hast lulled me,
meanwhile, with the most insipid dissipations, hast concealed from me
her increasing wretchedness, and suffered her to go helplessly to ruin!
[Illustration: _Roll the devilish eyes wrathfully in thy head_]
MEPHISTOPHELES
She is not the first.
FAUST
Dog! Abominable monster! Transform him, thou Infinite Spirit! transform
the reptile again into his dog-shape? in which it pleased him often at
night to scamper on before me, to roll himself at the feet of the
unsuspecting wanderer, and hang upon his shoulders when he fell!
Transform him again into his favorite likeness, that he may crawl upon
his belly in the dust before me,—that I may trample him, the outlawed,
under foot! Not the first! O woe! woe which no human soul can grasp,
that more than one being should sink into the depths of this
misery,—that the first, in its writhing death-agony under the eyes of
the Eternal Forgiver, did not expiate the guilt of all others! The
misery of this single one pierces to the very marrow of my life; and
thou art calmly grinning at the fate of thousands!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Now we are already again at the end of our wits, where the understanding
of you men runs wild. Why didst thou enter into fellowship with us, if
thou canst not carry it out? Wilt fly, and art not secure against
dizziness? Did we thrust ourselves upon thee, or thou thyself upon us?
FAUST
Gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me? It fills me with horrible
disgust. Mighty, glorious Spirit, who hast vouchsafed to me Thine
apparition, who knowest my heart and my soul, why fetter me to the
felon-comrade, who feeds on mischief and gluts himself with ruin?
MEPHISTOPHELES
Hast thou done?
FAUST
Rescue her, or woe to thee! The fearfullest curse be upon thee for
thousands of ages!
MEPHISTOPHELES
I cannot loosen the bonds of the Avenger, nor undo his bolts. Rescue
her? Who was it that plunged her into ruin? I, or thou?
(FAUST _looks around wildly_.)
Wilt thou grasp the thunder? Well that it has not been given to you,
miserable mortals! To crush to pieces the innocent respondent—that is
the tyrant-fashion of relieving one’s self in embarrassments.
FAUST
Take me thither! She shall be free!
MEPHISTOPHELES
And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? Know that the guilt of
blood, from thy hand, still lies upon the town! Avenging spirits hover
over the spot where the victim fell, and lie in wait for the returning
murderer.
FAUST
That, too, from thee? Murder and death of a world upon thee, monster!
Take me thither, I say, and liberate her!
MEPHISTOPHELES
I will convey thee there; and hear, what I can do! Have I all the power
in Heaven and on Earth? I will becloud the jailer’s senses: get
possession of the key, and lead her forth with human hand! I will keep
watch: the magic steeds are ready, I will carry you off. So much is in
my power.
FAUST
Up and away!
[Illustration]
XXIV
NIGHT
OPEN FIELD
(FAUST _and_ MEPHISTOPHELES _speeding onward on black horses_.)
FAUST
What weave they there round the raven-stone?
MEPHISTOPHELES
I know not what they are brewing and doing.
FAUST
Soaring up, sweeping down, bowing and bending!
MEPHISTOPHELES
A witches’-guild.
FAUST
They scatter, devote and doom!
MEPHISTOPHELES
On! on!
[Illustration]
XXV
DUNGEON
FAUST
(_with a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an iron door_)
A shudder, long unfelt, comes o’er me;
Mankind’s collected woe o’erwhelms me, here.
She dwells within the dark, damp walls before me,
And all her crime was a delusion dear!
What! I delay to free her?
I dread, once again to see her?
On! my shrinking but lingers Death more near.
(_He grasps the lock: the sound of singing is heard inside_.)
_My mother, the harlot,
Who put me to death;
My father, the varlet,
Who eaten me hath!
Little sister, so good,
Laid my bones in the wood,
In the damp moss and clay:_
_Then was I a beautiful bird o’ the wood;
Fly away! Fly away_!
FAUST _(unlocking)_
She does not dream her lover listens near;
That he the rattling chain, the rustling straw, can hear.
_(He enters_.)
MARGARET (_hiding herself on the pallet_)
Woe! woe! They come. O death of bitterness!
FAUST (_whispering_)
Hush! hush! The hour is come that frees thee.
MARGARET (_throwing herself before him_)
Art thou a man, then pity my distress!
FAUST
Thy cries will wake the guards, and they will seize thee!
(_He takes hold of the fetters to unlock them_.)
MARGARET (_on her knees_)
Who, headsman! unto thee such power
Over me could give?
Thou’rt come for me at midnight-hour:
Have mercy on me, let me live!
Is’t not soon enough when morning chime has run?
(_She rises_.)
And I am yet so young, so young!
And now Death comes, and ruin!
I, too, was fair, and that was my undoing.
My love was near, but now he’s far;
Torn lies the wreath, scattered the blossoms are.
Seize me not thus so violently!
Spare me! What have I done to thee?
Let me not vainly entreat thee!
I never chanced, in all my days, to meet thee!
FAUST
Shall I outlive this misery?
MARGARET
Now am I wholly in thy might.
But let me suckle, first, my baby!
I blissed it all this livelong night;
They took ’t away, to vex me, maybe,
And now they say I killed the child outright.
And never shall I be glad again.
They sing songs about me! ’tis bad of the folk to do it!
There’s an old story has the same refrain;
Who bade them so construe it?
FAUST (_falling upon his knees_)
Here lieth one who loves thee ever,
The thraldom of thy woe to sever.
MARGARET (_flinging herself beside him_)
O let us kneel, and call the Saints to hide us!
Under the steps beside us,
The threshold under,
Hell heaves in thunder!
The Evil One
With terrible wrath
Seeketh a path
His prey to discover!
FAUST (_aloud_)
Margaret! Margaret!
MARGARET (_attentively listening_)
That was the voice of my lover!
(_She springs to her feet: the fetters fall off_.)
Where is he? I heard him call me.
I am free! No one shall enthrall me.
To his neck will I fly,
On his bosom lie!
On the threshold he stood, and _Margaret_! calling,
Midst of Hell’s howling and noises appalling,
Midst of the wrathful, infernal derision,
I knew the sweet sound of the voice of the vision!
FAUST
’Tis I!
MARGARET
’Tis thou! O, say it once again!
(_Clasping him_.)
’Tis he! ’tis he! Where now is all my pain?
The anguish of the dungeon, and the chain?
’Tis thou! Thou comest to save me,
And I am saved!—
Again the street I see
Where first I looked on thee;
And the garden, brightly blooming,
Where I and Martha wait thy coming.
FAUST (_struggling to leave_)
Come! Come with me!
MARGARET
Delay, now!
So fain I stay, when thou delayest!
(_Caressing him_.)
FAUST
Away, now!
If longer here thou stayest,
We shall be made to dearly rue it.
MARGARET
Kiss me!—canst no longer do it?
My friend, so short a time thou’rt missing,
And hast unlearned thy kissing?
Why is my heart so anxious, on thy breast?
Where once a heaven thy glances did create me,
A heaven thy loving words expressed,
And thou didst kiss, as thou wouldst suffocate me—
Kiss me!
Or I’ll kiss thee!
(_She embraces him_.)
Ah, woe! thy lips are chill,
And still.
How changed in fashion
Thy passion!
Who has done me this ill?
(_She turns away from him_.)
FAUST
Come, follow me! My darling, be more bold:
I’ll clasp thee, soon, with warmth a thousand-fold;
But follow now! ’Tis all I beg of thee.
MARGARET (_turning to him_)
And is it thou? Thou, surely, certainly?
FAUST
’Tis I! Come on!
MARGARET
Thou wilt unloose my chain,
And in thy lap wilt take me once again.
How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?—
Say, dost thou know, my friend, whom thou mak’st free?
FAUST
Come! come! The night already vanisheth.
MARGARET
My mother have I put to death;
I’ve drowned the baby born to thee.
Was it not given to thee and me?
Thee, too!—’Tis thou! It scarcely true doth seem—
Give me thy hand! ’Tis not a dream!
Thy dear, dear hand!—But, ah, ’tis wet!
Why, wipe it off! Methinks that yet
There’s blood thereon.
Ah, God! what hast thou done?
Nay, sheathe thy sword at last!
Do not affray me!
FAUST
O, let the past be past!
Thy words will slay me!
MARGARET
No, no! Thou must outlive us.
Now I’ll tell thee the graves to give us:
Thou must begin to-morrow
The work of sorrow!
The best place give to my mother,
Then close at her side my brother,
And me a little away,
But not too very far, I pray!
And here, on my right breast, my baby lay!
Nobody else will lie beside me!—
Ah, within thine arms to hide me,
That was a sweet and a gracious bliss,
But no more, no more can I attain it!
I would force myself on thee and constrain it,
And it seems thou repellest my kiss:
And yet ’tis thou, so good, so kind to see!
FAUST
If thou feel’st it is I, then come with me!
MARGARET
Out yonder?
FAUST
To freedom.
MARGARET
If the grave is there,
Death lying in wait, then come!
From here to eternal rest:
No further step—no, no!
Thou goest away! O Henry, if I could go!
FAUST
Thou canst! Just will it! Open stands the door.
MARGARET
I dare not go: there’s no hope any more.
Why should I fly? They’ll still my steps waylay!
It is so wretched, forced to beg my living,
And a bad conscience sharper misery giving!
It is so wretched, to be strange, forsaken,
And I’d still be followed and taken!
FAUST
I’ll stay with thee.
MARGARET
Be quick! Be quick!
Save thy perishing child!
Away! Follow the ridge
Up by the brook,
[Illustration: _=If the grave is there,
Death lying in wait, then come=_!]
Over the bridge,
Into the wood,
To the left, where the plank is placed
In the pool!
Seize it in haste!
’Tis trying to rise,
’Tis struggling still!
Save it! Save it!
FAUST
Recall thy wandering will!
One step, and thou art free at last!
MARGARET
If the mountain we had only passed!
There sits my mother upon a stone,—
I feel an icy shiver!
There sits my mother upon a stone,
And her head is wagging ever.
She beckons, she nods not, her heavy head falls o’er;
She slept so long that she wakes no more.
She slept, while we were caressing:
Ah, those were the days of blessing!
FAUST
Here words and prayers are nothing worth;
I’ll venture, then, to bear thee forth.
MARGARET
No—let me go! I’ll suffer no force!
Grasp me not so murderously!
I’ve done, else, all things for the love of thee.
FAUST
The day dawns: Dearest! Dearest!
MARGARET
Day? Yes, the day comes,—the last day breaks for me!
My wedding-day it was to be!
Tell no one thou has been with Margaret!
Woe for my garland! The chances
Are over—’tis all in vain!
We shall meet once again,
But not at the dances!
The crowd is thronging, no word is spoken:
The square below
And the streets overflow:
The death-bell tolls, the wand is broken.
I am seized, and bound, and delivered—
Shoved to the block—they give the sign!
Now over each neck has quivered
The blade that is quivering over mine.
Dumb lies the world like the grave!
FAUST
O had I ne’er been born!
MEPHISTOPHELES (_appears outside_)