{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_45806/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_45806","id":"gutenberg_45806","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/45806","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Plays/Films/Dramas","FR Musique","Faust, -approximately 1540 -- Drama","Opera","Operas -- Librettos"],"text":"[Transcriber Notes:\n Obvious misspellings and omissions have been corrected.\n The original text displayed the two versions, English and French,\n in two column format, English on left, French on right. This\n e-text lists the English version first, followed by the French\n version.\n The [oe] ligature has been replaced with simply \"oe\".\n Bold text is surrounded by =equal signs= and italic text is\n surrounded by underscores.]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n GRAND OPERA\n LIBRETTOS\n\n FRENCH\n AND ENGLISH TEXT\n AND MUSIC OF THE PRINCIPAL AIRS\n\n FAUST\n\n BY\n GOUNOD\n\n Boston: OLIVER DITSON COMPANY: New York\n\n LYON & HEALY, INC.\n _Chicago_\n\n WINTHROP ROGERS, LTD.\n _London_\n\n\n\n\n\nOPERA SCORES\n\nAll the vocal scores have English text together with the foreign text\nmentioned below. Unless otherwise specified, these books are bound in\npaper.\n\n GRAND OPERAS\n\n =A\u00cfDA= =Giuseppe Verdi= =2.50=\n In four acts. Italian text\n\n =BOHEMIAN GIRL= =Michael W. Balfe= =2.00=\n In three acts\n\n =CARMEN= =Georges Bizet= =2.50=\n In four acts. French text\n\n =CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA= =Pietro Mascagni= =2.00=\n In one act. Italian text\n\n =FAUST= =Charles Gounod= =2.00=\n In five acts. French text\n\n =LAKM\u00c9= =L\u00e9o Delibes= =3.00=\n In three acts\n\n =MARITANA= =William Vincent Wallace= =2.50=\n In three acts\n\n =MIGNON= =Ambroise Thomas= =2.50=\n In three acts. Italian text\n\n =SAMSON AND DELILAH= =Camille Saint-Sa\u00ebns= =2.50=\n In three acts\n\n =TROVATORE, IL= =Giuseppe Verdi= =2.00=\n In four acts. Italian text\n\n\n LIGHT OPERAS\n\n =BELLS OF CORNEVILLE, THE;\n or, THE CHIMES OF NORMANDY=\n In three acts =Robert Planquette= =2.50=\n\n =BILLEE TAYLOR; or, THE REWARD OF VIRTUE=\n In two acts =Edward Solomon= =1.50=\n\n =BOCCACCIO; or, THE PRINCE OF PALERMO=\n In three acts =Franz von Supp\u00e9= =2.50=\n\n =DOCTOR OF ALCANTARA, THE=\n In two acts =Julius Eichberg= =1.50=\n\n =FATINITZA= =Franz von Supp\u00e9= =2.50=\n In three acts. German and Italian text\n\n =MARTHA= =Friedrich von Flotow= =2.50=\n In four acts. German and Italian text\n\n =MASCOT, THE= =Edmond Audran= =2.50=\n In three acts\n\n =OLIVETTE= =Edmond Audran= =2.00=\n In three acts\n\n =PINAFORE, H. M. S.; or, THE LASS THAT\n LOVED A SAILOR=\n In two acts =Sir Arthur Sullivan= =1.50=\n\n =SORCERER, THE= =Sir Arthur Sullivan= =1.75=\n In two acts\n\n =STRADELLA= =Friedrich von Flotow= =2.00=\n In three acts\n\n Send for Descriptive Circular P--Oratorios, Cantatas,\n Operas and Operettas.\n\n OLIVER DITSON COMPANY\n\n\n\n FAUST\n\n _A LYRIC DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS_\n\n BOOK BY\n J. BARBIER AND M. CARR\u00c9\n\n MUSIC BY\n CHARLES GOUNOD\n\n 30\n\n\n BOSTON: OLIVER DITSON COMPANY: NEW YORK\n\n CHICAGO: LYON & HEALY, INC. LONDON: WINTHROP ROGERS, LTD.\n\n COPYRIGHT MCMVI BY OLIVER DITSON COMPANY\n\n\n\n\n CHARACTERS\n\n FAUST _Tenor_\n MEPHISTOPHELES _Bass-Baritone_\n VALENTINE, MARGUERITE'S BROTHER _Baritone_\n WAGNER, A STUDENT _Baritone_\n MARGUERITE _Soprano_\n SIEBEL, A YOUTH _Soprano_\n MARTHA, FRIEND OF MARGUERITE _Mezzo-Soprano_\n\n PEASANTS, TOWNSPEOPLE, SOLDIERS, STUDENTS, PRIESTS, BOYS, ETC.\n The scene is in Germany in the sixteenth century.\n\n\n\n\nPREFATORY NOTE\n\nThe legend of the magician Faust and his compact with the Devil comes\nfrom remote antiquity. At first in the form of folk tales in many\nlands, through ballads and the primitive drama it found its way into\nliterature. It remained for the master-poet, Goethe, to fuse all the\nelements of the legend into an imaginative drama of unequaled ethical\nand poetic interest, to give the story the form in which it appeals\nmost strongly to the modern mind.\n\nInnumerable musical works of every form have drawn inspiration from\nthe story of Faust. Wagner's concert-overture, Liszt's symphony, and\nthe beautiful fragments by Schumann are among the noblest of such\nworks. Stage versions of the legend have been numerous, but the first\nreally poetic creation was Spohr's opera of \"Faust,\" composed in 1813.\nSince its appearance there has been an abundance of Faust operas by\nEnglish, German, French and Italian composers down to the imaginative\nbut fragmentary \"Mefistofele\" of Boito (1868). But of all the stage\nversions that have claimed the public attention, that of Barbier and\nCarr\u00e9, made after Goethe's drama and set to music by Charles Gounod, is\nfar and away the most popular, and may be regarded, in its lyric dress,\nas the most successful also. There exists scarcely a single rival to\nthe popularity of Gounod's \"Faust\" among opera-goers.\n\nThe love story with which the French librettists concerned themselves\nexclusively is wholly Goethe's conception, and finds no place in the\nold legends concerning the magician Faust. With true Gallic instinct\nthey seized this pathetic episode as being best adapted for a lyric\nsetting, and making the most potent appeal to the emotions of the\nspectators. But to the composer himself is due the credit of suggesting\nthe story of Faust as a suitable subject for musical treatment.\n\n\n\n\nTHE STORY OF THE ACTION\n\n\nACT I.--Faust, an aged philosopher, who has grown weary of life, and\nof the vain search for the source of all knowledge, decides, after a\nnightlong vigil, to end his existence by taking poison. In the act\nof raising the cup to his lips his hand is arrested by the sound of\nmerry voices of maidens singing in the early morning of the joy of\nliving. Again he essays to drink, but pauses to listen to the song of\nthe reapers on their way to the fields, voicing their gratitude to\nGod. Excited to a frenzy of rage, Faust curses all that is good and\ncalls upon the Evil One to aid him. Mephistopheles appears, and offers\ngold, glory, boundless power; but the aged doctor craves youth, its\npassions and delights. The fiend agrees that all shall be his if he\nbut sign a compact, by which the devil serves Faust on earth, but in\nthe hereafter below the relation is to be reversed. Faust wavers at\nfirst, but a vision of Marguerite appears, which inflames his ardor and\ndispels his hesitation; he drinks the potion and is transformed into a\nyoung and handsome man.\n\n\nACT II.--A Kermesse or town fair. Groups of students, soldiers, old\nmen, maids and matrons fill the scene. Valentine, the brother of\nMarguerite, about to leave for the wars, commends his sister to the\ncare of Siebel, who timidly adores her. While Wagner, a student, is\nattempting a song, he is interrupted by Mephistopheles who volunteers\nto sing him a better one (the mocking \"Calf of Gold\"). Then the fiend\ncauses a fiery liquor to flow miraculously from the tavern sign, and\nproposes the health of Marguerite. Valentine resents the insult, but\nhis sword is broken in his hand, and Mephistopheles draws a magic\ncircle around himself and bids defiance to the rapiers of the soldiers.\nThese, now suspecting his evil nature, hold their cruciform sword-hilts\ntoward Mephistopheles, who cowers away at the holy symbol. The f\u00eate is\nresumed; in the midst of the revelry Marguerite enters, returning home\nfrom church. Faust offers to escort her home, but she timidly declines\nhis assistance, and leaves him enamoured of her beauty. The act closes\nwith a merry dance of the townspeople.\n\n\nACT III.--The scene shows the garden of Marguerite's dwelling. Siebel\nenters to leave a nosegay on the doorstep of his charmer. The flowers\nhe plucks wither at his touch, due to an evil spell cast upon him by\nthe fiend, which he, however, breaks by dipping his hand in holy water.\nFaust and Mephistopheles conceal themselves in the garden after having\nleft a casket of jewels on the doorstep near Siebel's modest offering.\nMarguerite returns home and seats herself at the spinning-wheel,\nsinging the while a song of the \"King of Thule.\" But she interrupts the\nsong to dream of the handsome stranger who had spoken to her at the\nf\u00eate. Upon discovering the jewels, she cannot forbear to adorn herself.\nWhile thus occupied, Faust and his evil ally appear. The latter engages\nthe girl's flighty neighbor, Martha, in conversation, while Faust\npleads his passion's cause successfully with Marguerite.\n\n\nACT IV.--Betrayed and deserted by her lover, Marguerite must bear the\nscorn of her former companions. Siebel alone is faithful, and speaks\ncomforting words. She goes to the church to pray; but her supplications\nare interrupted by the mocking fiend at her elbow, by the accusing\ncries of demons, and by the stern chants of the worshipers. Finally\nMephistopheles appears to the sight of the wretched girl, who swoons\nwith terror.\n\nThe return of the victorious soldiers brings back Valentine, who\nhears evil stories of his sister's condition. Aroused by an insulting\nserenade which Mephistopheles, accompanied by Faust, sings beneath\nMarguerite's window, Valentine engages in a duel with the latter and is\nwounded to the death. Dying, he curses Marguerite, who comes from the\nchurch to his side, and accuses her of bringing him to his end.\n\n\nACT V.--Marguerite, her reason shaken by her misfortunes, has killed\nher child, and for this crime she is thrown into prison, and condemned\nto die. Faust, aided by Mephistopheles, obtains access to her cell\nand urges her to fly with him; but her poor mind cannot grasp the\nsituation, and recurs only to the scenes of their love. When she sees\nFaust's companion, she turns from him in horror, falls upon her knees,\nand implores the mercy of heaven. As she sinks in death, Mephistopheles\npronounces her damned, but a heavenly voice proclaims her pardoned; and\nwhile a celestial choir chants the Easter hymn the soul of Marguerite\nis seen borne up to heaven by angels. Faust falls to his knees, and the\ndevil crouches beneath the shining sword of an archangel.\n\nFirst performed at the Th\u00e9\u00e2tre Lyrique, Paris, March 19, 1859,\nwith the following cast:\n\n LE DOCTEUR FAUST _MM. Barbot_\n M\u00c9PHISTOPH\u00c9L\u00c8S _Balanqu\u00e9_\n VALENTIN _Reynald_\n WAGNER _Cibot_\n MARGUERITE _Mmes. Miolan-Carvalho_\n SIEBEL _Faivre_\n MARTHA _Duclos_\n\n\n\n\nACT I.\n\n\nSCENE I.\n\n_Faust's Study._\n\n(Night. FAUST discovered, alone. He is seated at a table covered\nwith books and parchments; an open book lies before him. His lamp is\nflickering in the socket.)\n\n_Faust._ No! In vain hath my soul aspired, with ardent longing,\n All to know,--all in earth and heaven.\n No light illumines the visions, ever thronging\n My brain; no peace is given,\n And I linger, thus sad and weary,\n Without power to sunder the chain\n Binding my soul to life always dreary.\n Nought do I see! Nought do I know!\n (He closes the book and rises. Day begins to dawn.)\n\n Again 'tis light!\n On its westward course flying,\n The somber night vanishes.\n (Despairingly.)\n Again the light of a new day!\n O death! when will thy dusky wings\n Above me hover and give me--rest?\n\n (Seizing a flask on the table.)\n Well, then! Since death thus evades me,\n Why should I not go in search of him?\n Hail, my final day, all hail!\n No fears my heart assail;\n On earth my days I number;\n For this draught immortal slumber\n Will secure me, and care dispel!\n\n (Pours liquid from the flask into a crystal goblet. Just as he is\nabout to raise it to his lips, the following chorus is heard, without.)\n\n_Cho. of Maidens._ Why thy eyes so lustrous\n Hidest thou from sight?\n Bright Sol now is scatt'ring\n Beams of golden light;\n The nightingale is warbling\n Its carol of love;\n Rosy tints of morning\n Now gleam from above;\n Flow'rs unfold their beauty\n To the scented gale;\n Nature all awakens--\n Of love tells its tale.\n\n_Faust._ Hence, empty sounds of human joys\n Flee far from me.\n O goblet, which my ancestors\n So many times have filled,\n Why tremblest thou in my grasp?\n (Again raising the goblet to his lips.)\n_Cho. of Laborers_\n (without).\n The morn into the fields doth summon us,\n The swallow hastes away!\n Why tarry, then?\n To labor let's away! to work let's on,\n The sky is bright, the earth is fair,\n Our tribute, then, let's pay to heav'n.\n\n_Cho. of Maidens and Laborers._\n Praises to God!\n\n_Faust._ God! God!\n (He sinks into a chair.)\n But this God, what will he do for me?\n (Rising.)\n Will he return to me youth, love, and faith?\n (With rage.)\n Cursed be all of man's vile race!\n Cursed be the chains which bind him in his place!\n Cursed be visions false, deceiving!\n Cursed the folly of believing!\n Cursed be dreams of love or hate!\n Cursed be souls with joy elate.\n Cursed be science, prayer, and faith!\n Cursed my fate in life and death!\n Infernal king, arise!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE II.\n\nFAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._\n (suddenly appearing).\n Here am I! So, I surprise you?\n SATAN, Sir, at your service!\n A sword at my side; on my hat a gay feather;--\n A cloak o'er my shoulder; and altogether,\n Why, gotten up quite in the fashion!\n (Briskly.)\n But come, Doctor Faust, what is your will?\n Behold! Speak! Are you afraid of me?\n\n_Faust._ No.\n\n_Mep._ Do you doubt my power?\n\n_Faust._ Perhaps.\n\n_Mep._ Prove it, then.\n\n_Faust._ Begone!\n\n_Mep._ Fie! Fie! Is this your politeness!\n But learn, my friend, that with Satan\n One should conduct in a different way.\n I've entered your door with infinite trouble.\n Would you kick me out the very same day?\n\n_Faust._ Then what will you do for me?\n\n_Mep._ Anything in the world! All things. But\n Say first what you would have.\n Abundance of gold?\n\n_Faust._ And what can I do with riches?\n\n_Mep._ Good. I see where the shoe pinches.\n You will have glory.\n\n_Faust._ Still wrong.\n\n_Mep._ Power, then.\n\n_Faust._ No. I would have a treasure\n Which contains all. I wish for youth.\n Oh! I would have pleasure,\n And love, and caresses,\n For youth is the season\n When joy most impresses.\n One round of enjoyment,\n One scene of delight,\n Should be my employment\n From day-dawn till night.\n Oh, I would have pleasure,\n And love, and caresses;\n If youth you restore me,\n My joys I'll renew!\n\n_Mep._ 'Tis well--all thou desirest I can give thee.\n\n_Faust._ Ah! but what must I give in return?\n\n_Mep._ 'Tis but little:\n In this world I will be thy slave,\n But down below thou must be mine.\n\n_Faust._ Below!\n\n_Mep._ Below.\n (Unfolding a scroll.)\n Come, write. What! does thy hand tremble?\n Whence this dire trepidation?\n 'Tis youth that now awaits thee--Behold!\n\n(At a sign from MEPHISTOPHELES, the scene opens\nand discloses MARGUERITE, spinning.)\n\n_Faust._ Oh, wonder!\n\n_Mep._ Well, how do you like it?\n (Taking parchment.)\n_Faust._ Give me the scroll!\n (Signs.)\n_Mep._ Come on then! And now, master,\n (Taking cup from the table.)\n I invite thee to empty a cup,\n In which there is neither poison nor death,\n But young and vigorous life.\n\n_Faust._\n (Taking cup and turning toward Marguerite.)\n O beautiful, adorable vision! I drink to thee!\n\n (He drinks the contents of the cup, and is transformed\n into a young and handsome man. The vision disappears.)\n\n_Mep._ Come, then.\n\n_Faust._ Say, shall I again behold her?\n\n_Mep._ Most surely!\n\n_Faust._ When?\n\n_Mep._ This very day!\n\n_Faust._ 'Tis well.\n\n_Mep._ Then let's away.\n\n_Both._ 'Tis pleasure I covet,\n 'Tis beauty I crave;\n I sigh for its kisses,\n Its love I demand!\n With ardor unwonted\n I long now to burn;\n I sigh for the rapture\n Of heart and of sense.\n\n (Exeunt. The curtain falls.)\n\n\n\n\nACT II.\n\n\nSCENE I.\n\n_The Kermesse._\n\n (One of the city gates. To the left, an Inn,\n bearing the sign of the god Bacchus.)\n\n WAGNER, Students, Burghers, Soldiers, Maidens, and Matrons.\n\n_Studs._ Wine or beer, now, which you will!\n So the glass quick you fill!\n And replenish at our need:\n At our bouts we drink with speed!\n\n_Wag._ Now, young tipplers at the cask,\n Don't refuse what I ask--\n Drink to glory! drink to love!\n Drain the sparkling glass!\n\n_Studs._ We young tipplers at the cask\n Won't refuse what you ask--\n Here's to glory! here's to love!\n Drain the sparkling glass!\n (They drink.)\n\n_Soldiers._ Castles, hearts, or fortresses,\n Are to us all one.\n Strong towers, maids with fair tresses,\n By the brave are won;\n He, who hath the art to take them,\n Shows no little skill;\n He, who knows the way to keep them,\n Hath more wisdom still.\n\n_Citizens._ On holy-days and feast-days,\n I love to talk of war and battles.\n While the toiling crowds around\n Worry their brains with affairs,\n I stroll calmly to this retreat\n On the banks of the gliding river,\n And behold the boats which pass\n While I leisurely empty my glass.\n\n (Citizens and soldiers go to back of stage.)\n (A group of young girls enters.)\n\n_Girls._ Merry fellows come this way,\n Yes, they now advance;\n Let us, then, our steps delay,\n Just to take one glance.\n\n (They go to right of stage.\n A second chorus of students enters after them.)\n\n_Studs._ Sprightly maidens now advance,\n Watch their conquering airs;\n Friends be guarded, lest a glance\n Take you unawares.\n\n_Matrons._\n (watching the students and young girls).\n Behold the silly damsels,\n And the foolish young men;\n We were once as young as they are,\n And as pretty again.\n (All join in the following chorus, each singing as follows.)\n\n_Mats._ (to the Maidens).\n Ye strive hard to please,\n Your object is plain.\n\n_Studs._ Beer or wine, wine or beer,\n Nought care I, with heart of cheer.\n\n_Soldiers._ On, then, let's on;\n Brave soldiers are we,\n To conquest we'll on.\n\n_Citizens._ Come, neighbor! In this fine weather\n Let us empty a bottle together!\n\n_Maidens._ They wish to please us, but 'tis in vain!\n If you are angry, little you'll gain.\n\n_Young Students._ They are bright little maidens, 'tis plain;\n We'll contrive their favor to gain.\n\n (The soldiers and students, laughing, separate the women.\n All the groups depart.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE II.\n\n WAGNER, SIEBEL, VALENTINE, Students, and afterwards MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Val._\n (advancing from the back of the stage and holding in his hand\n a small silver medal).\n O sacred medallion,\n Gift of my sister dear\n To ward off danger and fear,\n As I charge with my brave battalion,\n Rest thou upon my heart.\n\n_Wag._ Here comes Valentine, in search of us, doubtless.\n\n_Val._ Let us drain the parting cup, comrades,\n It is time we were on the road.\n\n_Wag._ What sayst thou?\n Why this sorrowful farewell?\n\n_Val._ Like you, I soon must quit these scenes,\n Leaving behind me Marguerite.\n Alas! my mother no longer lives,\n To care for and protect her.\n\n_Sie._ More than one friend hast thou\n Who faithfully will thy place supply.\n\n_Val._ My thanks!\n\n_Sie._ On me you may rely.\n\n_Stud._ In us thou surely mayst confide.\n\n_Val._ Even bravest heart may swell\n In the moment of farewell.\n Loving smile of sister kind,\n Quiet home I leave behind.\n Oft shall I think of you\n Whene'er the wine-cup passes round,\n When alone my watch I keep.\n But when danger to glory shall call me,\n I still will be first in the fray,\n As blithe as a knight in his bridal array.\n Careless what fate shall befall me\n When glory shall call me.\n\n_Wag._ Come on, friends! No tears nor vain alarms;\n Quaff we good wine, to the success of our arms!\n Drink, boys, drink!\n In a joyous refrain\n Bid farewell, till we meet again.\n\n_Cho._ We'll drink! Fill high!\n Once more in song our voices\n Let us raise.\n\n_Wag._\n (mounting on a table).\n A rat, more coward than brave,\n And with an exceedingly ugly head,\n Lodged in a sort of hole or cave,\n Under an ancient hogshead.\n A cat--\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE III.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES and the preceding.\n\n_Mep._\n (appearing suddenly among the students and interrupting WAGNER).\n Good sir!\n\n_Wag._ What!\n\n_Mep._ If it so please ye I should wish\n To mingle with ye a short time.\n If your good friend will kindly end his song,\n I'll tell ye a few things well worth the hearing.\n\n_Wag._ One will suffice, but let that one be good.\n\n_Mep._ My utmost I will do\n Your worships not to bore.\n\n I.\n Calf of Gold! aye in all the world\n To your mightiness they proffer,\n Incense at your fane they offer\n From end to end of all the world.\n And in honor of the idol\n Kings and peoples everywhere\n To the sound of jingling coins\n Dance with zeal in festive circle,\n Round about the pedestal.\n Satan, he conducts the ball.\n\n II.\n Calf of Gold, strongest god below!\n To his temple overflowing\n Crowds before his vile shape bowing,\n The monster dares insult the skies.\n With contempt he views around him\n All the vaunted human race,\n As they strive in abject toil,\n As with souls debased they circle\n Round about the pedestal.\n Satan, he conducts the ball.\n\n_All._ Satan, he conducts the ball.\n\n_Cho._ A strange story this of thine.\n\n_Val._\n (aside).\n And stranger still is he who sings it.\n\n_Wag._\n (offering a cup to MEPHISTOPHELES).\n Will you honor us by partaking of wine?\n\n_Mep._ With pleasure. Ah!\n (Taking WAGNER by the hand, and scrutinizing his palm.)\n Behold what saddens me to view.\n See you this line?\n\n_Wag._ Well!\n\n_Mep._ A sudden death it presages,--\n You will be killed in mounting to th' assault!\n\n_Sie._ You are then a sorcerer!\n\n_Mep._ Even so. And your own hand shows plainly\n To what fate condemns. What flower you would gather\n Shall wither in the grasp.\n\n_Sie._ I?\n\n_Mep._ No more bouquets for Marguerite.\n\n_Val._ My sister! How knew you her name?\n\n_Mep._ Take care, my brave fellow!\n Some one I know is destined to kill you.\n\n (Taking the cup.)\n Your health, gentlemen!\n Pah! What miserable wine!\n Allow me to offer you some from my cellar?\n\n (Jumps on the table, and strikes on a little cask,\n surmounted by the effigy of the god Bacchus,\n which serves as a sign to the Inn.)\n\n What ho! thou god of wine, now give us drink!\n (Wine gushes forth from cask, and\n MEPHISTOPHELES fills his goblet.)\n Approach, my friends!\n Each one shall be served to his liking.\n To your health, now and hereafter!\n To Marguerite!\n\n_Val._ Enough! If I do not silence him,\n And that instantly, I will die.\n (The wine bursts into flame.)\n\n_Wag._ Hola!\n\n_Cho._ Hola!\n (They draw their swords.)\n_Mep._ Ah, ha! Why do you tremble so, you who menace me?\n\n (He draws a circle around him with his sword.\n VALENTINE attacks; his sword is broken.)\n\n_Val._ My sword, O amazement!\n Is broken asunder.\n\n_All_\n (forcing MEPHISTOPHELES to retire by holding toward him the\n cross-shaped handles of their swords).\n\n Gainst the powers of evil our arms assailing,\n Strongest earthly might is unavailing.\n But thou canst not charm us,\n Look hither!\n While this blest sign we wear\n Thou canst not harm us.\n\n (Exeunt.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE IV.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES, then FAUST.\n\n_Mep._\n (replacing his sword).\n We'll meet anon, good sirs,--adieu!\n\n_Faust_\n (enters).\n Why, what has happened?\n\n_Mep._ Oh, nothing! let us change the subject!\n Say, Doctor, what would you of me?\n With what shall we begin?\n\n_Faust._ Where bides the beauteous maid\n Thine art did show to me?\n Or was't mere witchcraft?\n\n_Mep._ No, but her virtue doth protect her from thee,\n And heaven itself would keep her pure.\n\n_Faust._ It matters not!\n Come, lead me to her,\n Or I straightway abandon thee.\n\n_Mep._ Then I'll comply! 'twere pity you should think\n So meanly of the magic power which I possess.\n Have patience! and to this joyous tune.\n Right sure am I, the maiden will appear.\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE V.\n\n (Students, with Maidens on their arms, preceded by Musicians,\n take possession of the stage. Burghers in the rear,\n as at the commencement of the act.)\n\n Students, Maidens, Burghers, etc., afterwards SIEBEL and MARGUERITE.\n\n_Cho._\n (marking waltz time with their feet).\n As the wind that sportively plays,\n At first will light dust only raise,\n Yet, at last, becomes a gale,\n So our dancing and our singing,\n Soft at first, then loudly ringing,\n Will resound o'er hill and dale.\n\n (The Musicians mount upon the table, and dancing begins.)\n\n_Mep._\n (to FAUST).\n See those lovely young maidens.\n Will you not ask of them\n To accept you?\n\n_Faust._ No! desist from thy idle sport,\n And leave my heart free to reflection.\n\n_Sie._\n (entering).\n Marguerite this way alone can arrive.\n\n_Some of the Maidens_\n (approaching SIEBEL).\n Pray seek you a partner to join in the dance?\n\n_Sie._ No: it has no charm for me.\n\n_Cho._ As the wind that sportively plays,\n At first will light dust only raise,\n Yet, at last, becomes a gale,\n So our dancing and our singing,\n Soft at first, then loudly ringing,\n Will resound o'er hill and dale.\n\n (MARGUERITE enters.)\n_Faust._ It is she! behold her!\n\n_Mep._ 'Tis well! now, then, approach!\n\n_Sie._\n (perceiving MARGUERITE and approaching her).\n Marguerite!\n\n_Mep._\n (turning round and finding himself face to face with SIEBEL).\n What say you?\n\n_Sie._\n (aside).\n Malediction! here again!\n\n_Mep._\n (coaxingly).\n What, here again, dear boy?\n (laughing).\n Ha, ha! a right good jest!\n\n (SIEBEL retreats before MEPHISTOPHELES, who then compels him\n to make a circuit of the stage, passing behind the dancers.)\n\n_Faust_\n (approaching MARGUERITE, who crosses the stage).\n Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle,\n To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way?\n\n_Mar._ No, sir. I am no demoiselle, neither am I fair;\n And I have no need to accept your offered arm.\n (Passes FAUST and retires.)\n\n_Faust_\n (gazing after her).\n What beauty! What grace! What modesty!\n O lovely child, I love thee! I love thee!\n\n_Sie._\n (coming forward, without having seen what has occurred).\n She has gone!\n\n (He is about to hurry after MARGUERITE, when he suddenly finds\n himself face to face with MEPHISTOPHELES--he hastily turns away\n and leaves the stage.)\n\n_Mep._ Well, Doctor!\n\n_Faust._ Well. She has repulsed me.\n\n_Mep._\n (laughing).\n Ay, truly, I see, in love,\n You know not how to make the first move.\n\n(He retires with FAUST, in the direction taken by MARGUERITE.)\n\n_Some of the Maidens_\n (who have noticed the meeting between FAUST and MARGUERITE).\n What is it?\n\n_Others._ Marguerite. She has refused the escort\n Of yonder elegant gentleman.\n\n_Studs._\n (approaching).\n Waltz again!\n\n_Maidens._\n Waltz always!\n\n\n\n\nACT III.\n\n\nSCENE I.\n\nMARGUERITE's Garden.\n\n (At the back a wall, with a little door. To the left a bower.\n On the right a pavilion, with a window facing the audience.\n Trees, shrubs, etc.)\n\n SIEBEL, alone. (He enters through the little door at the back,\n and stops on the threshold of the pavilion, near a group of\n roses and lilies.)\n\n_Sie._\n I.\n Gently whisper to her of love, dear flow'r;\n Tell her that I adore her,\n And for me, oh, implore her,\n For my heart feels alone for her love's pow'r.\n\n Say in sighing I languish,\n That for her, in my anguish,\n Beats alone, dearest flow'r,\n My aching heart.\n (Plucks flowers.)\n Alas! they are wither'd!\n (Throws them away.)\n Can the accursed wizard's words be true?\n\n (Plucks another flower, which, on touching his hand,\n immediately withers.)\n\n \"Thou shalt ne'er touch flower again\n But it shall wither!\"\n I'll bathe my hand in holy water!\n\n (Approaches the pavilion, and dips his fingers in a little\n font suspended to the wall.)\n\n When day declines, Marguerite hither\n Comes to pray, so we'll try again.\n\n (Plucks more flowers.)\n Are they wither'd? No!\n Satan, thou art conquer'd!\n\n II.\n In these flowers alone I've faith,\n For they will plead for me;\n To her they will reveal\n My hapless state.\n The sole cause of my woe is she,\n And yet she knows it not.\n But in these flowers I've faith,\n For they will plead for me.\n\n (Plucks flowers in order to make a bouquet,\n and disappears amongst the shrubs.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE II.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST, and SIEBEL.\n\n_Faust._\n (cautiously entering through the garden door).\n We are here!\n\n_Mep_. Follow me.\n\n_Faust._ Whom dost thou see?\n\n_Mep._ Siebel, your rival.\n\n_Faust._ Siebel?\n\n_Mep._ Hush! He comes.\n (They enter the bower.)\n\n_Sie._\n (entering with a bouquet in his hand).\n My bouquet is charming indeed?\n\n_Mep._\n (aside).\n It is indeed!\n\n_Sie._ Victory!\n Tomorrow I'll reveal all to her.\n I will disclose to her the secret\n That lies concealed in my heart:\n A kiss will tell the rest.\n\n_Mep._\n (aside, mockingly).\n Seducer!\n\n(Exit SIEBEL, after fastening bouquet to the door of the pavilion.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE III.\n\nFAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._ Now attend, my dear doctor!\n To keep company with the flowers of our friend,\n I go to bring you a treasure,\n Which outshines them beyond measure,\n And of beauty past believing.\n\n_Faust._ Leave me!\n\n_Mep._ I obey. Deign to await me here.\n (Disappears.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE IV.\n\nFAUST.\n\n_Faust._\n (alone).\n What new emotion penetrates my soul!\n Love, a pure and holy love, pervades my being.\n O Marguerite, behold me at thy feet!\n All hail, thou dwelling pure and lowly,\n Home of an angel fair and holy,\n All mortal beauty excelling!\n What wealth is here, a wealth outbidding gold,\n Of peace, and love, and innocence untold!\n Bounteous Nature! 'twas here by day thy love was taught her,\n Thou here with kindly care didst o'er-shadow thy daughter\n Through hours of night!\n Here waving tree and flower\n Made her an Eden bower\n Of beauty and delight,\n For one whose very birth\n Brought down heaven to our earth.\n All hail, thou dwelling pure and lowly,\n Home of an angel fair and holy.\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE V.\n\nFAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._\n (carrying a casket under his arm).\n What ho! see here!\n If flowers are more potent than bright jewels,\n Then I consent to lose my power.\n\n (Opens the casket and displays the jewels.)\n\n_Faust._ Let us fly; I ne'er will see her more.\n\n_Mep._ What scruple now assails thee?\n (Lays the casket on the threshold of the pavilion.)\n See on yonder step,\n The jewels snugly lie;\n We've reason now to hope.\n\n (Draws FAUST after him, and disappears in the garden.\n MARGUERITE enters through the doorway at the back,\n and advances silently to the front.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE VI.\n\nMARGUERITE.\n\n_Mar._\n (alone).\n Fain would I know the name\n Of the fair youth I met?\n Fain would I his birth\n And station also know?\n\n (Seats herself at her wheel in the arbor, and arranges\n the flax upon the spindle.)\n\n I.\n \"Once there was a king in Thul\u00e9,\n Who was until death always faithful,\n And in memory of his loved one\n Caused a cup of gold to be made.\"\n (Breaking off.)\n His manner was so gentle! 'Twas true politeness.\n (Resuming the song.)\n \"Never treasure prized he so dearly,\n Naught else would use on festive days,\n And always when he drank from it,\n His eyes with tears would be o'erflowing.\"\n\n II.\n (She rises, and takes a few paces.)\n \"When he knew that death was near,\n As he lay on his cold couch smiling,\n Once more he raised with greatest effort\n To his lips the golden vase.\"\n (Breaking off.)\n I knew not what to say, my face red with blushes!\n (Resuming the song.)\n \"And when he, to honor his lady,\n Drank from the cup the last, last time,\n Soon falling from his trembling grasp,\n Then gently passed his soul away.\"\n Nobles alone can bear them with so bold a mien,\n So tender, too, withal!\n (She goes toward the pavilion.)\n I'll think of him no more! Good Valentine!\n If heav'n heeds my prayer, we shall meet again.\n Meanwhile I am alone!\n\n (Suddenly perceiving the bouquet attached to the door\n of the pavilion.)\n\n Flowers!\n (Unfastens the bouquet.)\n They are Siebel's, surely!\n Poor faithful boy!\n (Perceiving the casket.)\n But what is this?\n From whom did this splendid casket come?\n I dare not touch it--\n Yet see, here is the key!--I'll take one look!\n How I tremble--yet why?--can it be\n Much harm just to look in a casket!\n (Opens the casket and lets the bouquet fall.)\n Oh, heaven! what jewels!\n Can I be dreaming?\n Or am I really awake?\n Ne'er have I seen such costly things before!\n\n (Puts down the casket on a rustic seat, and kneels down\n in order to adorn herself with the jewels.)\n\n I should just like to see\n How they'd look upon me\n Those brightly sparkling ear-drops!\n (Takes out the ear-rings.)\n Ah! at the bottom of the casket is a glass:\n I there can see myself!--\n But am I not becoming vain?\n\n (Puts on the ear-rings, rises, and looks at herself in the glass.)\n\n Ah! I laugh, as I pass, to look into a glass;\n Is it truly Marguerite, then?\n Is it you?\n Tell me true!\n No, no, no, 'tis not you!\n No, no, that bright face there reflected\n Must belong to a queen!\n It reflects some fair queen, whom I greet as I pass her.\n Ah! could he see me now,\n Here, deck'd like this, I vow,\n He surely would mistake me,\n And for noble lady take me!\n I'll try on the rest.\n The necklace and the bracelets\n I fain would try!\n (She adorns herself with the bracelets and necklace,\n then rises.)\n Heavens! 'Tis like a hand\n That on mine arm doth rest!\n Ah! I laugh, as I pass, to look into a glass;\n Is it truly Marguerite, then?\n Is it you?\n Tell me true!\n No, no, no, 'tis not you!\n No, no, that bright face there reflected\n Must belong to a queen!\n It reflects some fair queen, whom I greet as I pass her.\n Oh! could he see me now,\n Here, deck'd like this, I vow,\n He surely would mistake me,\n And for noble lady take me!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE VII.\n\nMARGUERITE and MARTHA.\n\n_Mart._ Just heaven! what is't I see?\n How fair you now do seem!\n Why, what has happened?\n Who gave to you these jewels?\n\n_Mar._\n (confused).\n Alas! by some mistake\n They have been hither brought.\n\n_Mart._ Why so?\n No, beauteous maiden,\n These jewels are for you;\n The gift are they of some enamor'd lord.\n My husband, I must say,\n Was of a less generous turn!\n\n(MEPHISTOPHELES and FAUST enter.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE VIII.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST, and the before-named.\n\n_Mep._\n (making a profound bow).\n Tell me, I pray, are you Martha Schwerlein?\n\n_Mart._ Sir, I am!\n\n_Mep._ Pray pardon me,\n If thus I venture to present myself.\n (Aside, to FAUST.)\n You see your presents\n Are right graciously received.\n (To MARTHA.)\n Are you, then, Martha Schwerlein?\n\n_Mart._ Sir, I am.\n\n_Mep._ The news I bring\n Is of an unpleasant kind:\n Your much-loved spouse is dead,\n And sends you greeting.\n\n_Mart._ Great heaven!\n\n_Mar._ Why, what has happened?\n\n_Mep._ Stuff!\n\n (MARGUERITE hastily takes off the jewels, and is about\n to replace them in the casket.)\n\n_Mart._ Oh woe! oh, unexpected news!\n\n_Mar._\n (aside).\n How beats my heart\n Now he is near!\n\n_Faust_\n (aside).\n The fever of my love\n Is lull'd when at her side!\n\n_Mep._\n (to MARTHA).\n Your much-loved spouse is dead,\n And sends you greeting!\n\n_Mart._\n (to MEPHISTOPHELES).\n Sent he nothing else to me?\n\n_Mep._\n (to MARTHA).\n No. We'll punish him for't;\n Upon this very day\n We'll find him a successor.\n\n_Faust_\n (to MARGUERITE).\n Wherefore lay aside these jewels?\n\n_Mar._\n (to FAUST).\n Jewels are not made for me;\n 'Tis meet I leave them where they are.\n\n_Mep._\n (to MARTHA).\n Who would not gladly unto\n You present the wedding-ring?\n\n_Mart._\n (aside).\n Indeed!\n (to MEPHISTOPHELES).\n You think so?\n\n_Mep._\n (sighing).\n Ah me! ah, cruel fate!\n\n_Faust_\n (to MARGUERITE)\n Pray lean upon mine arm!\n\n_Mar._\n (retiring).\n Leave me, I humbly pray!\n\n_Mep._\n (offering his arm to MARTHA).\n Take mine!\n\n_Mart._\n (aside).\n In sooth, a comely knight!\n (taking his arm.)\n\n_Mep._\n (aside).\n The dame is somewhat tough!\n\n (MARGUERITE yields her arm to FAUST, and withdraws with him.\n MEPHISTOPHELES and MARTHA remain together.)\n\n_Mart._ And so you are always traveling!\n\n_Mep._ A hard necessity it is, madame!\n Alone and loveless. Ah!\n\n_Mart._ In youth it matters not so much,\n But in late years 'tis sad indeed!\n Right melancholy it is in solitude\n Our olden age to pass!\n\n_Mep._ The very thought doth make me shudder.\n But still, alas! what can I do?\n\n_Mart._ If I were you, I'd not delay,\n But think on't seriously at once.\n\n_Mep._ I'll think on't!\n\n_Mart._ At once and seriously!\n\n (They withdraw. FAUST and MARGUERITE re-enter.)\n\n_Faust._ Art always thus alone?\n\n_Mar._ My brother is at the wars,\n My mother dear is dead!\n By misadventure, too,\n My dear sister have I lost.\n Dear sister mine!\n My greatest happiness was she.\n Sad sorrows these;\n When our souls with love are filled,\n Death tears the loved one from us!\n At morn, no sooner did she wake,\n Than I was always at her side!\n The darling of my life was she!\n To see her once again,\n I'd gladly suffer all.\n\n_Faust._ If heaven, in joyous mood,\n Did make her like to thee,\n An angel must she indeed have been!\n\n_Mar._ Thou mock'st me!\n\n_Faust._ Nay, I do love thee!\n\n_Mar._\n (sighing).\n Flatterer! thou mock'st me!\n I believe thee not! thou seekest to deceive.\n No longer will I stay, thy words to hear.\n\n_Faust_\n (to MARGUERITE).\n Nay, I do love thee! Stay, oh stay!\n Heaven hath with an angel crown'd my path.\n Why fear'st thou to listen?\n It is my heart that speaks.\n\n(Re-enter MEPHISTOPHELES and MARTHA.)\n\n_Mart._\n (to MEPHISTOPHELES).\n\n Of what now are you thinking?\n You heed me not--perchance you mock me.\n Now list to what I say.--\n You really must not leave us thus!\n\n_Mep._\n (to MARTHA).\n Ah, chide me not, if my wanderings I resume.\n Suspect me not; to roam I am compelled!\n Need I attest how gladly I remain.\n I hear but thee alone.\n (Night comes on.)\n\n_Mar._\n (to FAUST).\n It grows dark,--you must away.\n\n_Faust_\n (embracing her).\n My loved one!\n\n_Mar._ Ah! no more!\n (Escapes.)\n\n_Faust._ Ah, cruel one, would'st fly?\n (Pursuing her.)\n\n_Mep._\n (aside, whilst MARTHA angrily turns her back to him).\n The matter's getting serious,\n I must away.\n (Conceals himself behind a tree.)\n\n_Mart._\n (aside).\n What's to be done? he's gone!\n What ho, good sir!\n\n (Retires.)\n_Mep._ Yes, seek for me--that's right!\n I really do believe\n The aged beldame would\n Actually have married Satan!\n\n_Faust_\n (without).\n Marguerite!\n\n_Mart._\n (without).\n Good sir!\n\n_Mep._ Your servant!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE IX.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._ 'Twas high time!\n By night, protected,\n In earnest talk of love,\n They will return! 'Tis well!\n I'll not disturb\n Their amorous confabulation!\n Night, conceal them in thy darkest shade.\n Love, from their fond hearts\n Shut out all troublesome remorse.\n And ye, O flowers of fragrance subtle,\n This hand accurs'd\n Doth cause ye all to open!\n Bewilder the heart of Marguerite!\n\n (Disappears amid the darkness.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE X.\n\nFAUST and MARGUERITE.\n\n_Mar._ It groweth late, farewell!\n\n_Faust._ I but implore in vain.\n Let me thy hand take, and clasp it,\n And behold but thy face once again,\n Illum'd by that pale light,\n From yonder moon that shines,\n O'er thy beauteous features shedding\n Its faint but golden ray.\n\n_Mar._ Oh, what stillness reigns around,\n Oh, ineffable mystery!\n Sweetest, happiest feeling,\n I list; a secret voice\n Now seems to fill my heart.\n Still its tone again resoundeth in my bosom.\n Leave me awhile, I pray.\n (Stoops and picks a daisy.)\n\n_Faust._ What is it thou doest?\n\n_Mar._ This flower I consult.\n\n (She plucks the petals of the daisy.)\n\n_Faust_\n (aside).\n What utters she in tones subdued?\n\n_Mar._ He loves me!--no, he loves me not!\n He loves me!--no!--He loves me!\n\n_Faust._ Yes, believe thou this flower,\n The flower of loves.\n To thine heart let it tell\n The truth it would teach,--\n He loves thee! Know'st thou not\n How happy 'tis to love?\n To cherish in the heart a flame that never dies!\n To drink forever from the fount of love!\n\n_Both._ We'll love for ever!\n\n_Faust._ Oh, night of love! oh, radiant night!\n The bright stars shine above;\n Oh, joy, this is divine!\n I love, I do adore thee!\n\n_Mar._ Mine idol fond art thou!\n Speak, speak again!\n Thine, thine I'll be;\n For thee I'll gladly die.\n\n_Faust._ Oh, Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._\n (suddenly tearing herself from FAUST'S arms).\n Ah, leave me!\n\n_Faust._ Cruel one!\n\n_Mar._ Fly hence! alas! I tremble!\n\n_Faust._ Cruel one!\n\n_Mar._ Pray leave me!\n\n_Faust._ Would'st thou have me leave thee?\n Ah! see'st thou not my grief?\n Ah, Marguerite, thou breakest my heart!\n\n_Mar._ Go hence! I waver! mercy, pray!\n Fly hence! alas! I tremble!\n Break not, I pray, thy Marguerite's heart!\n\n_Faust._ In pity--\n\n_Mar._ If to thee I'm dear,\n I conjure thee, by thy love,\n By this fond heart,\n That too readily its secret hath revealed,\n Yield thee to my prayer,--\n In mercy get thee hence!\n (Kneels at the feet of FAUST.)\n\n_Faust_\n (after remaining a few moments silent, gently raising her).\n O fairest child,\n Angel so holy,\n Thou shalt control me,\n Shalt curb my will.\n I obey; but at morn--\n\n_Mar._ Yes, at morn,\n Very early.\n\n_Faust._ One word at parting.\n Repeat thou lovest me.\n\n_Mar._ Adieu!\n\n (Hastens towards the pavilion, then stops short on the threshold,\n and wafts a kiss to FAUST.)\n\n_Faust._ Adieu! Were it already morn!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE XI.\n\nFAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._ Fool!\n\n_Faust._ You overheard us?\n\n_Mep._ Happily. You have great need, learned Doctor,\n To be sent again to school.\n\n_Faust._ Leave me!\n\n_Mep._ Deign first to listen for a moment,\n To the speech she rehearses to the stars.\n Dear master, delay. She opens her window.\n\n (MARGUERITE opens the window of the pavilion,\n and remains with her head resting on her hand.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE XII.\n\nThe preceding. MARGUERITE.\n\n_Mar._ He loves me! Wildly beats my heart!\n The night-bird's song,\n The evening breeze,\n All nature's sounds together say,\n \"He loves thee!\"\n Ah! sweet, sweet indeed\n Now is this life to me!\n Another world it seems;\n The very ecstasy of love is this!\n With to-morrow's dawn,\n Haste thee, oh dear one,\n Haste thee to return! Yes, come!\n\n_Faust._\n (rushing to the window, and grasping her hand).\n Marguerite!\n\nMAR. Ah!\n\n_Mep._\n (mockingly).\n Ho! ho!\n\n (MARGUERITE, overcome, allows her head to fall on FAUST'S shoulder.\n MEPHISTOPHELES opens the door of the garden, and departs, laughing\n derisively. The curtain falls.)\n\n\n\n\nACT IV.\n\n\nSCENE I.\n\n_Marguerite's Room._\n\nSIEBEL and MARGUERITE.\n\n_Sie._\n (quietly approaching).\n Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Siebel!\n\n_Sie._ What, weeping still!\n\n_Mar._ Alas! thou alone art kind to me.\n\n_Sie._ A mere youth am I.\n And yet I have a manly heart,\n And I will sure avenge thee.\n The seducer's life shall forfeit pay.\n\n_Mar._ Whose life?\n\n_Sie._ Need I name him? The wretch\n Who thus hast deserted thee!\n\n_Mar._ In mercy, speak not thus!\n\n_Sie._ Dost love him still, then?\n\n_Mar._ Ay, I love him still!\n But not to you, good Siebel, should I repeat this tale.\n\n_Sie._\n I.\n When all was young, and pleasant May was blooming,\n I, thy poor friend, took part with thee in play;\n Now that the cloud of autumn dark is glooming,\n Now is for me, too, mournful the day.\n Hope and delight have passed from life away.\n\n II.\n We were not born with true love to trifle,\n Nor born to part because the wind blows cold.\n What though the storm the summer garden rifle,\n Oh, Marguerite! oh, Marguerite!\n Still on the bough is left a leaf of gold.\n\n_Mar._ Bless you, my friend, your sympathy is sweet.\n The cruel ones who wrong me thus\n Cannot close against me\n The gates of the holy temple.\n Thither will I go to pray\n For him and for our child.\n (Exit. SIEBEL follows slowly after.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE II.\n\n_Interior of a Church._\n\nMARGUERITE, then MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n (Women enter the church and cross the stage.\n MARGUERITE enters after them, and kneels.)\n\n_Mar._ O heaven!\n Permit thy lowly handmaiden\n To prostrate herself before thine altar.\n\n_Mep._ No, thou shalt not pray!\n Spirits of evil, haste ye at my call,\n And drive this woman hence!\n\n_Cho. of Demons._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Who calls me?\n\n_Cho._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ I tremble!--oh, heaven!\n My last hour is surely nigh!\n\n (The tomb opens and discloses MEPHISTOPHELES,\n who bends over to MARGUERITE's ear.)\n\n_Mep._ Remember the glorious days\n When an angel's wings\n Protected thy young heart.\n To church thou camest then to worship,\n Nor hadst thou then sinned 'gainst heaven.\n Thy prayers then issued\n From an unstained heart\n And on the wings of faith\n Did rise to the Creator.\n Hear'st thou their call?\n 'Tis hell that summons thee!\n Hell claims thee for its own!\n Eternal pain, and woe, and tribulation,\n Will be thy portion!\n\n_Mar._ Heaven! what voice is this\n That in the shade doth speak to me?\n What mysterious tones are these!\n\n_Religious Cho._ When the last day shall have come,\n The cross in heaven shall shine forth,\n This world to dust shall crumble.\n\n_Mar._ Ah me! more fearful still becomes their song.\n\n_Mep._ No pardon hath heaven left for thee!\n For thee e'en heaven hath no more light!\n\n_Religious Cho._ What shall we say unto high heav'n?\n Who shall protection find\n When innocence such persecution meets?\n\n_Mar._ A heavy weight my breast o'erpowers,--\n I can no longer breathe!\n\n_Mep._ Nights of love, farewell!\n Ye days of joy, adieu!\n Lost, lost for aye art thou!\n\n_Mar. and Cho._\n Heav'n! hear thou the prayer\n Of a sad, broken heart!\n A bright ray send thou\n From the starry sphere\n Her anguish to allay!\n\n_Mep._ Marguerite, lost, lost art thou!\n\n_Mar._ Ah!\n (He disappears.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE III.\n\nThe Street.\n\nVALENTINE, Soldiers, then SIEBEL.\n\n_Cho._ Our swords we will suspend\n Over the paternal hearth;\n At length we have returned.\n Sorrowing mothers no longer\n Will bewail their absent sons.\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE IV.\n\nVALENTINE and SIEBEL.\n\n_Val._\n (perceiving SIEBEL, who enters).\n Ah, Siebel, is it thou?\n\n_Sie._ Dear Valentine!\n\n_Val._ Come, then, to my heart!\n\n (embracing him).\n And Marguerite?\n\n_Sie._ (confused).\n Perhaps she's yonder at the church.\n\n_Val._ She doubtless prays for my return.\n Dear girl, how pleased\n She'll be to hear me tell\n My warlike deeds!\n\n_Cho._ Glory to those who in battle fall,\n Their bright deeds we can with pride recall.\n May we, then, honor and fame acquire,\n Their glorious deeds our hearts will inspire!\n For that dear native land where we first drew breath,\n Her sons, at her command proudly brave e'en death.\n At their sacred demand who on us depend,\n Our swords we will draw, their rights to defend.\n Homeward our steps we now will turn,--\n Joy and peace await us there!\n On, on at once, nor loiter here;\n On, then, our lov'd ones to embrace,--\n Affection calls, fond love doth summon us,\n Yes, many a heart will beat\n When they our tale shall hear.\n\n_Val._ Come, Siebel, we'll to my dwelling\n And o'er a flask of wine hold converse.\n (Approaching MARGUERITE'S house.)\n\n_Sie._ Nay, enter not!\n\n_Val._ Why not, I pray?--Thou turn'st away;\n Thy silent glance doth seek the ground--\n Speak, Siebel--what hath happened?\n\n_Sie._\n (with an effort.)\n No! I cannot tell thee!\n\n_Val._ What mean'st thou?\n (Rushing toward house.)\n\n\n_Sie._\n (withholding him.)\n Hold, good Valentine, take heart!\n\n_Val._ What is't thou mean'st!\n (Enters the house.)\n\n_Sie._ Forgive her!\n Shield her, gracious Heaven!\n\n (Approaches the church. FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES\n enter at the back; MEPHISTOPHELES carries a guitar.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE V.\n\nFAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n(Faust goes towards MARGUERITE's house, but hesitates.)\n\n_Mep._ Why tarry ye?\n Let us enter the house.\n\n_Faust._ Peace! I grieve to think that I\n Brought shame and sorrow hither.\n\n_Mep._ Why see her again, then, after leaving her?\n Some other sight might be more pleasing.\n To the sabbath let us on.\n\n_Faust_\n (sighing).\n Oh, Marguerite!\n\n_Mep._ My advice, I know,\n Availeth but little\n Against thy stubborn will.\n Doctor, you need my voice!\n\n (Throwing back his mantle, and accompanying himself on the guitar.)\n\n I.\n Maiden, now in peace reposing,\n From thy sleep awake,\n Hear my voice with love imploring,\n Wilt thou pity take?\n But beware how thou confidest\n Even in thy friend,\n Ha! ha! ha!\n If not for thy wedding finger\n He a ring doth send.\n\n II.\n Yes, sweet maiden, I implore thee,--\n Oh, refuse not this,--\n Smile on him who doth adore thee,\n Bless him with thy kiss.\n But beware how thou confidest,\n Even in thy friend,\n Ha! ha! ha!\n If not for thy wedding finger\n He a ring doth send.\n (VALENTINE rushes from the house.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE VI.\n\nVALENTINE and the before-named.\n\n_Val._ Good sir, what want you here?\n\n_Mep._ My worthy fellow, it was not to you\n That we addressed our serenade!\n\n_Val._ My sister, perhaps, would more gladly hear it!\n (VALENTINE draws his sword, and breaks MEPHISTOPHELES' guitar.)\n\n_Faust._ His sister!\n\n_Mep._\n (to VALENTINE)\n Why this anger?\n Do ye not like my singing?\n\n_Val._ Your insults cease!\n From which of ye must I demand\n Satisfaction for this foul outrage?\n Which of ye must I now slay?\n\n (FAUST draws his sword.)\n 'Tis he!\n\n_Mep._ Your mind's made up, then!\n On, then, doctor, at him, pray!\n\n_Val._ Oh, heaven, thine aid afford,\n Increase my strength and courage,\n That in his blood my sword\n May wipe out this fell outrage!\n\n_Faust._ What fear is this unnerves my arm?\n Why falters now my courage?\n Dare I to take his life,\n Who but resents an outrage?\n\n_Mep._ His wrath and his courage\n I laugh alike to scorn!\n To horse, then, for his last journey\n The youth right soon will take!\n\n_Val._\n\n (taking in his hand the medallion suspended round his neck).\n Thou gift of Marguerite,\n Which till now hath ever saved me,\n I'll no more of thee--I cast thee hence!\n Accursed gift, I throw thee from me!\n (Throws it angrily away.)\n\n_Mep._\n (aside).\n Thou'll repent it!\n\n_Val._\n (to FAUST).\n Come on, defend thyself!\n\n_Mep._\n (to FAUST, in a whisper).\n Stand near to me, and attack him only;\n I'll take care to parry!\n (They fight.)\n\n_Val._\n (falling).\n Ah!\n\n_Mep._ Behold our hero,\n Lifeless on the ground!\n Come, we must hence--quick, fly!\n (Exit, dragging FAUST after him.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE VII.\n\n (Enter Citizens, with lighted torches;\n afterwards SIEBEL and MARGUERITE.)\n\n_Cho._ Hither, hither, come this way--\n They're fighting here hard by!\n See, one has fallen;\n The unhappy man lies prostrate there.\n Ah! he moves--yes, still he breathes;\n Quick, then, draw nigh\n To raise and succor him!\n\n_Val._ 'Tis useless, cease these vain laments.\n Too often have I gazed\n On death, to heed it\n When my own time hath come!\n\n (MARGUERITE appears at the back, supported by SIEBEL.)\n\n_Mar._\n (advancing, and falling on her knees at VALENTINE's side).\n Valentine! ah, Valentine!\n\n_Val._\n (thrusting her from him).\n Marguerite!\n What would'st thou here?--away!\n\n_Mar._ O heav'n!\n\n_Val._ For her I die! Poor fool!\n I thought to chastise her seducer!\n\n_Cho._\n (in a low voice, pointing to MARGUERITE).\n He dies, slain by her seducer!\n\n_Mar._ Fresh grief is this! ah, bitter punishment.\n\n_Sie._ Have pity on her, pray!\n\n_Val._\n (supported by those around him).\n Marguerite, give ear awhile;\n That which was decreed\n Hath duly come to pass.\n Death comes at its good pleasure:\n All mortals must obey its behest.\n But for you intervenes an evil life!\n Those white hands will never work more;\n The labors and sorrows that others employ,\n Will be forgotten in hours of joy.\n Darest thou live, ingrate?\n Darest thou still exist?\n Go! Shame overwhelm thee! Remorse follow thee!\n At length _thy_ hour will sound.\n Die! And if God pardons thee hereafter,\n So may this life be a continual curse!\n\n_Cho._ Terrible wish! Unchristian thought!\n In thy last sad hour, unfortunate!\n Think of thy own soul's welfare.\n Forgive, if thou wouldst be forgiven.\n\n_Val._ Marguerite; I curse you! Death awaits me.\n I die by your hand; but I die a soldier.\n\n (Dies.)\n_Cho._ God receive thy spirit!\n God pardon thy sins!\n\n (Curtain.)\n\n\n\n\nACT V.\n\n\nSCENE I.\n\nA Prison.\n\nMARGUERITE asleep; FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Faust._ Go! get thee hence!\n\n_Mep._ The morn appears, black night is on the wing.\n Quickly prevail upon Marguerite to follow thee.\n The jailer soundly sleeps--here is the key,\n Thine own hand now can ope the door.\n\n_Faust._ Good! Get thee gone!\n\n_Mep._ Be sure thou tarry not!\n I will keep watch without.\n (Exit.)\n\n_Faust._ With grief my heart is wrung!\n Oh, torture! oh, source of agony\n And remorse eternal! Behold her there\n The good, the beauteous girl,\n Cast like a criminal\n Into this vile dungeon;\n Grief must her reason have disturbed,\n For, with her own hand, alas!\n Her child she slew!\n Oh, Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._\n (waking).\n His voice did sure\n Unto my heart resound.\n (Rises.)\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ At that glad sound it wildly throbs again\n Amid the mocking laugh of demons.\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Now am I free. He is here. It is his voice.\n Yes, thou art he whom I love.\n Fetters, death, have no terrors for me;\n Thou hast found me. Thou hast returned.\n Now am I saved! Now rest I on thy heart!\n\n_Faust._ Yes, I am here, and I love thee,\n In spite of the efforts of yon mocking demon.\n\n (FAUST attempts to draw her with him.\n She gently disengages herself from his arms.)\n\n_Mar._ Stay! this is the spot\n Where one day thou didst meet me.\n Thine hand sought mine to clasp.\n \"Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle,\n To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way?\"\n \"No, sir. I am no demoiselle, neither am I fair;\n And I have no need to accept your offered arm.\"\n\n_Faust._ What is't she says? Ah me! Ah me!\n\n_Mar._ And the garden I love is here,\n Odorous of myrtle and roses,\n Where every eve thou camest in\n With careful step, as night was falling.\n\n_Faust._ Come, Marguerite, let us fly!\n\n_Mar._ No! stay a moment!\n\n_Faust._ O heav'n, she does not understand!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSCENE II.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES and the preceding.\n\n_Mep._ Away at once, while yet there's time!\n If longer ye delay,\n Not e'en my power can save ye.\n\n_Mar._ See'st thou yon demon crouching in the shade?\n His deadly glance is fixed on us;\n Quick! drive him from these sacred walls.\n\n_Mep._ Away! leave we this spot,\n The dawn hath appeared;\n Hear'st thou not the fiery chargers,\n As with sonorous hoof they paw the ground?\n (Endeavoring to drag FAUST with him.)\n Haste ye, then,--perchance there yet\n Is time to save her!\n\n_Mar._ O Heaven, I crave thy help!\n Thine aid alone I do implore!\n (Kneeling.)\n Holy angels, in heaven bless'd,\n My spirit longs with ye to rest!\n Great Heaven, pardon grant, I implore thee,\n For soon shall I appear before thee!\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite! Follow me, I implore!\n\n_Mar._ Holy angels, in heaven bless'd,\n My spirit longs with ye to rest!\n Great Heaven, pardon grant, I implore thee,\n For soon shall I appear before thee!\n\n_Faust._ O Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Why that glance with anger fraught?\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ What blood is that which stains thy hand!\n Away! thy sight doth cause me horror!\n (Falls.)\n\n_Mep._ Condemned!\n\n_Cho._ Saved!\n Christ hath arisen!\n Christ hath arisen!\n Christ is born again!\n Peace and felicity\n To all disciples of the Master!\n Christ hath arisen!\n\n (The prison walls open. The soul of MARGUERITE rises towards\n heaven. FAUST gazes despairingly after her, then falls on his\n knees and prays. MEPHISTOPHELES turns away, barred by the\n shining sword of an archangel.)\n\nEND OF THE OPERA.\n\n\n\n\nACTE PREMIER.\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE PREMIERE.\n\n_Le Cabinet de Faust._\n\n(FAUST, seul. Sa lampe est pr\u00e8s de s'eteindre. Il est assis devant une\n table charg\u00e9e de parchemins. Un livre est ouvert devant lui.)\n\n_Faust._ Rien!...--En vain j'interroge, en mon ardente veille,\n La nature et le Cr\u00e9ateur;\n Pas une voix ne glisse \u00e0 mon oreille\n Un mot consolateur!\n J'ai langui triste et solitaire,\n Sans pouvoir briser le lien\n Qui m'attache encore \u00e0 la terre!...\n Je ne vois rien!--Je ne sais rien!...\n\n (Il ferme le livre et se l\u00e8ve. Le jour commence \u00e0 naitre.)\n Le ciel p\u00e2lit!--Devant l'aube nouvelle\n La sombre nuit\n S'\u00e9vanouit!...\n (Avec d\u00e9sespoir.)\n Encore un jour!--encore un jour qui luit!...\n O mort, quand viendras-tu m'abriter sous ton aile?\n (Saisissant une fiole sur la table.)\n Eh bien! puisque la mort me fuit,\n Pourquoi n'irais-je pas vers elle?...\n Salut! \u00f4 mon dernier matin!\n J'arrive sans terreur au terme du voyage;\n Et je suis, avec ce breuvage,\n Le seul ma\u00eetre de mon destin!\n\n (Il verse le contenu de la fiole dans une coupe de cristal.\n Au moment o\u00f9 il va porter la coupe \u00e0 ses l\u00e8vres, des voix de\n jeunes filles se font entendre au dehors.)\n\n_Choeur de Jeunes Filles._ Paresseuse fille\n Qui sommeille encor!\n D\u00e9j\u00e0 le jour brille\n Sous son manteau d'or.\n D\u00e9j\u00e0 l'oiseau chante\n Ses folles chansons;\n L'aube caressante\n Sourit aux moissons;\n Le ruisseau murmure,\n La fleur s'ouvre au jour,\n Toute la nature\n S'\u00e9veille \u00e0 l'amour!\n\n_Faust._ Vains \u00e9chos de la joie humaine,\n Passez, passez votre chemin!...\n O coupe des a\u00efeux, qui tant fois fus pleine,\n Pourquoi trembles-tu dans ma main?...\n (Il porte de nouveau la coupe \u00e0 ses l\u00e8vres.)\n\n_Choeur des Laboureurs_\n (dehors).\n Aux champs l'aurore nous rappelle;\n Le temps est beau, la terre est belle;\n B\u00e9ni soit Dieu!\n A peine voit-on l'hirondelle,\n Qui vole et plonge d'un coup d'aile\n Dans le profondeur du ciel bleu!\n\n_Jeunes Filles et Labs._ B\u00e9ni soit Dieu!\n\n_Faust._ (_reposant la coupe_) Dieu!\n\n (Il se laisse retomber dans son fauteuil.)\n Mais ce Dieu, que peut-il pour moi!\n (Se levant.)\n Me rendra-t'il l'amour, l'esp\u00e9rance et la foi?\n (Avec rage.)\n Maudites soyez-vous, \u00f4 volupt\u00e9s humaines!\n Maudites soient les cha\u00eenes\n Qui me font ramper ici-bas!\n Maudit soit tout ce qui nous leurre,\n Vain espoir qui passe avec l'heure,\n R\u00eaves d'amour ou de combats!\n Maudit soit le bonheur, maudites la science,\n La pri\u00e8re et la foi!\n Maudite sois-tu, patience!\n A moi, Satan! \u00e0 moi!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE II.\n\nFAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._\n (apparaissant).\n Me voici!... D'o\u00f9 vient ta surprise!\n Ne suis-je pas mis \u00e0 ta guise?\n L'\u00e9p\u00e9e au c\u00f4t\u00e9, la plume au chapeau,\n L'escarcelle pleine, un riche manteau\n Sur l'\u00e9paule;--en somme\n Un vrai gentilhomme!\n Eh bien! que me veux-tu, docteur!\n Parle, voyons!...--Te fais-je peur?\n\n_Faust._ Non.\n\n_Mep._ Doutes-tu ma puissance?...\n\n_Faust._ Peut-\u00eatre!\n\n_Mep._ Mets-la donc \u00e0 l'\u00e9preuve!...\n\n_Faust._ Va-t'en!\n\n_Mep._ Fi!--c'est l\u00e0 ta reconnaissance!\n Apprends de moi qu'avec Satan\n L'on en doit user d'autre sorte,\n Et qu'il n'\u00e9tait pas besoin\n De l'appeler de si loin\n Pour le mettre ensuite \u00e0 la porte!\n\n_Faust._ Et que peux-tu pour moi?\n\n_Mep._ Tout.--Mais dis-moi d'abord\n Ce que tu veux;--est-ce de l'or?\n\n_Faust._ Que ferais-je de la richesse?\n\n_Mep._ Bien! je vois o\u00f9 le b\u00e2t te blesse!\n Tu veux la gloire?\n\n_Faust._ Plus encor!\n\n_Mep._ La puissance!\n\n_Faust._ Non! je veux un tr\u00e9sor\n Qui les contient tous!... je veux la jeunesse!\n A moi les plaisirs,\n Les jeunes ma\u00eetresses!\n A moi leurs caresses!\n A moi leurs d\u00e9sirs?\n A moi l'\u00e9nergie\n Des instincts puissants,\n Et la folle orgie\n Du coeur et des sens!\n Ardente jeunesse,\n A moi tes d\u00e9sirs!\n A moi ton ivresse!\n A moi tes plaisirs!...\n\n_Mep._ Fort bien! je puis contenter ton caprice\n\n_Faust._ Et que te donnerai-je en retour?\n\n_Mep._ Presque rien:\n Ici, je suis \u00e0 ton service,\n Mais l\u00e0-bas tu seras au mien.\n\n_Faust._ L\u00e0-bas?...\n\n_Mep._ L\u00e0-bas.\n (Lui pr\u00e9sentant un parchemin.)\n Allons, signe.--Eh quoi! ta main tremble!\n Que faut-il pour te d\u00e9cider?\n La jeunesse t'appelle; \u00f4se la regarder!...\n\n (Il fait un geste. Au fond du th\u00e9\u00e2tre s'ouvre et laisse voir\n MARGUERITE assise devant son rouet et filant.)\n\n_Faust._ O merveille!...\n\n_Mep._ Eh bien! que t'ensemble?\n (Prenant le parchemin.)\n_Faust._ Donne!...\n (Il signe.)\n_Mep._ Allons donc!\n (Prenant la coupe rest\u00e9e sur la table.)\n Et maintenant,\n Ma\u00eetre, c'est moi qui te convie\n A vider cette coupe o\u00f9 fume en bouillonnant\n Non plus la mort, non plus le poison;--mais la vie!\n\n_Faust._\n (Prenant la coupe et se tournant vers MARGUERITE.)\n A toi, fant\u00f4me adorable et charmant!...\n\n (Il vide la coupe et se trouve m\u00e9tamorphos\u00e9 en jeune\n et \u00e9l\u00e9gant seigneur. La vision dispara\u00eet.)\n\n_Mep._ Viens!\n\n_Faust._ Je la reverrai?\n\n_Mep._ Sans doute.\n\n_Faust._ Quand?\n\n_Mep._ Aujourd'hui.\n\n_Faust._ C'est bien!\n\n_Mep._ En route!\n\n_Faust._ A moi les plaisirs,\n Les jeunes ma\u00eetresses!\n A moi leurs caresses!\n A moi leurs d\u00e9sirs!\n\n_Mep._ A toi la jeunesse,\n A toi ses d\u00e9sirs,\n A toi son ivresse,\n A toi ses plaisirs!\n (Ils sortent.--La toile tombe.)\n\n\n\n\nACTE DEUXI\u00c8ME.\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE PREMI\u00c8RE.\n\n_La Kermesse._\n\n (Une des portes de la ville.\n A gauche un caborte \u00e0 l'enseigne du Bacchus)\n\n WAGNER, Etudiants, Bourgeois, Soldats, Jeunes Filles, Matrones.\n\n_Etuds._ Vin ou bi\u00e8re,\n Bi\u00e8re ou vin,\n Que mon verre\n Soit plein!\n Sans vergogne,\n Coup sur coup,\n Un ivrogne\n Boit tout!\n\n_Wag._ Jeune adepte Que ta gloire,\n De tonneau Tes amours,\n N'en excepte Soient de boire\n Que l'eau! Toujours!\n (Ils trinquent et boivent.)\n\n_Soldats._ Filles ou forteresses,\n C'est tout un, morbleu!\n Vieux burgs, jeunes ma\u00eetresses\n Sont pour nous un jeu!\n Celui qui sait s'y prendre\n Sans trop de fa\u00e7on,\n Les oblige \u00e0 se rendre\n En payant ran\u00e7on!\n\n_Bourgeois._ Aux jours de dimanche et de f\u00eate,\n J'aime \u00e0 parler guerre et combats;\n Tandis que les peuples l\u00e0-bas\n Se cassent la t\u00eate.\n Je vais m'asseoir sur les coteaux\n Qui sont voisins de la rivi\u00e8re,\n Et je vois passer les bateaux\n En vidant mon verre!\n (Bourgeois et Soldats remontent vers le fond du th\u00e9\u00e2tre.)\n\n (Un groupe de jeunes filles entre en sc\u00e8ne.)\n_Les Jeunes Filles_\n (regardant de c\u00f4t\u00e9).\n Voyez ces hardis comp\u00e8res\n Qui viennent l\u00e0-bas;\n Ne soyons pas trop s\u00e9v\u00e8res,\n Retardons le pas.\n\n (Elles gagnent la droite du th\u00e9\u00e2tre.\n Un second choeur d'\u00e9tudiants entre \u00e0 leur suite.)\n\n_Deuxi\u00e8me Cho. d'Etuds._ Voyez ces mines gaillardes\n Et ces airs vainqueurs!\n Amis, soyons sur nos gardes,\n Tenons bien nos coeurs!\n\n_Cho. De Mats._\n (observant les \u00e9tudiants et les jeunes filles).\n Voyez apr\u00e8s ces donzelles\n Courir ces messieurs!\n Nous sommes aussi bien qu'elles,\n Sinon beaucoup mieux!\n (Ensemble.)\n\n_Mats._\n (aux jeunes filles).\n Vous voulez leur plaire\n Nous le voyons bien\n\n_Etuds._ Vin ou bi\u00e8re,\n Bi\u00e8re ou vin,\n Que mon verre\n Soit plein!\n\n_Sols._ Pas be beaut\u00e9 fi\u00e8re!\n Nous savons leur plaire\n En un tour de main!\n\n_Bourg._ Vidons un verre\n De ce bon vin!\n\n_Jeunes Filles._ De votre col\u00e8re\n Nous ne craignons rien!\n\n_Jeunes Etuds._ Voyez leur col\u00e8re,\n Voyez leur maintien!\n\n (Les \u00e9tudiants et les soldats s\u00e9parent les femmes en riant.\n Tous les groupes s'\u00e9loignent et disparaissent.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE II.\n\n WAGNER, SIEBEL, Etudiants, VALENTIN.\n\n_Val._\n (paraissant an fond; il tient une petite m\u00e9daille \u00e0 la main).\n O sainte m\u00e9daille,\n Qui me viens de ma soeur,\n Au jour de la bataille,\n Pour \u00e9carter la mort, reste l\u00e0 sur mon coeur!\n\n_Wag._ Ah! voici Valentin qui nous cherch\u00e9 sans doute!\n\n_Val._ Un dernier coup, messieurs, et mettons-nous en route!\n\n_Wag._ Qu'as-tu donc?... quels regrets attristent nos adieux?\n\n_Val._ Comme vous, pour longtemps, je vais quitter ces lieux;\n J'y laisse Marguerite, et, pour veiller sur elle,\n Ma m\u00e8re n'est plus l\u00e0!\n\n_Sie._ Plus d'un ami fid\u00e8le\n Saura te remplacer a ses c\u00f4t\u00e9s!\n\n_Val._\n (lui serrant la main).\n Merci!\n\n_Sie._ Sur moi tu peux compter!\n\n_Etuds._ Compte sur nous aussi!\n\n_Val._ Avant de quitter ces lieux,\n Sol natal de mes a\u00efeux,\n A toi, Seigneur et Roi des Cieux,\n Ma soeur je confie.\n Daigne de tout danger\n Toujours la prot\u00e9ger,\n Cette soeur si ch\u00e9rie.\n D\u00e9livr\u00e9 d'une triste pens\u00e9e,\n J'irais chercher la gloire au sein des ennemis,\n Le premier, le plus brave au fort de la m\u00eal\u00e9e,\n J'irai combattre pour mon pays.\n Et si vers lui Dieu me rappelle,\n Je viellerai sur toi fid\u00e8le,\n O Marguerite!\n\n_Wag._ Allons, amis! point de vaines alarmes!\n A ce bon vin ne m\u00ealons pas de larmes!\n Buvons, trinquons, et qu'un joyeux refrain\n Nous mette en train!\n\n_Etuds._ Buvons, trinquons, et qu'un joyeux refrain\n Nous mette en train!\n\n_Wag._\n (montant sur an escabeau).\n Un rat plus poltron que brave,\n Et plus laid que beau,\n Logeait au fond d'une cave,\n Sous un vieux tonneau;\n Un chat....\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE III.\n\nLes m\u00eames. MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._\n\n (paraissant tout \u00e0 coup au milieu des \u00e9tudiants et\n interrompant WAGNER).\n\n Pardon!\n\n_Wag._ Hein?\n\n_Mep._ Parmi vous, de gr\u00e2ce\n Permettez-moi de prendre place!\n Que votre ami d'abord ach\u00e8ve sa chanson!\n Moi, je vous en promets plusieurs de ma fa\u00e7on!\n\n_Wag._\n (descendant de son escabeau).\n Une seule suffit, pourvu qu'elle soit bonne!\n\n_Mep._ Je ferai de mon mieux pour n'ennuyer personne!\n\n I.\n Le veau d'or est toujours debout;\n On encense\n Sa puissance\n D'un bout du monde \u00e0 l'autre bout!\n Pour f\u00eater l'inf\u00e2me idole,\n Peuples et rois confondus,\n Au bruit sombre des \u00e9cus\n Dansent une ronde folle\n Autour de son pi\u00e9destal?...\n Et Satan conduit le bal!\n\n II.\n Le veau d'or est vainqueur des dieux;\n Dans son gloire\n D\u00e9risoire\n Le monstre abjecte insulte aux cieux!\n Il contemple, \u00f4 rage \u00e9trange!\n A ses pieds le genre humain\n Se ruant, le fer en main,\n Dans le sang et dans la fange\n O\u00f9 brille l'ardent m\u00e9tal!...\n Et Satan conduit le bal!\n\n_Tous._ Et Satan conduit le bal!\n\n_Cho._ Merci de ta chanson!\n\n_Val._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Singulier personnage!\n\n_Wag._\n (tendant un verre \u00e0 MEPHISTOPHELES).\n Nous ferez vous l'honneur de trinquer avec nous?\n\n_Mep._ Volontiers!...\n (Saisissant la main de WAGNER et l'examinant.)\n Ah! voici qui m'attriste pour vous!\n Vous voyez cette ligne?\n\n_Wag._ Eh bien?\n\n_Mep._ F\u00e2cheux presage!\n Vous vous ferez tuer en montant \u00e0 l'assaut!\n\n_Sie._ Vous \u00eates donc sorcier?\n\n_Mep._ Tout juste autant qu'il faut\n Pour lire dans ta main que le ciel te condamne\n A ne plus toucher une fleur\n Sans qu'elle se fane!\n\n_Sie._ Moi!\n\n_Mep._ Plus de bouquets \u00e0 Marguerite!...\n\n_Val._ Ma soeur!...\n Qui vous a dit son nom?\n\n_Mep._ Prenez garde, mon brave!\n Vous vous ferez tuer par quelqu'un que je sais!\n (Prenant le verre des mains de Wagner.)\n A votre sant\u00e9!...\n (Jetant le contenu du verre, apr\u00e8s y avoir tremp\u00e9 ses l\u00e8vres.)\n Peuh! que ton vin est mauvais!...\n Permettez-moi de vous en offrir de ma cave!\n\n (Frappant sur le tonneau, surmont\u00e9 d'un Bacchus,\n qui sert d'enseigne au cabaret.)\n Hol\u00e0! seigneur Bacchus! \u00e0 boire!...\n\n (Le vin jaillit du tonneau. Aux \u00e9tudiants.)\n Approchez-vous!\n Chacun sera servi selon ses go\u00fbts!\n A la sant\u00e9 que tout \u00e0 l'heure\n Vous portiez, mes amis, \u00e0 Marguerite!\n\n_Val._\n (lui arrachant le verre des mains).\n Assez!...\n Si je ne te fais taire \u00e0 l'instant, que je meure!\n\n (Le vin s'enflamme dans la vasque plac\u00e9e audessous du tonneau.)\n\n_Wag. et les Etuds._ Hol\u00e0!...\n (Ils tirent leurs \u00e9p\u00e9es.)\n_Mep._ Pourquoi trembler, vous qui me menacez?\n\n (Il tire un cercle autour de lui avec son \u00e9p\u00e9e.--VALENTIN\n s'avance pour l'attaquer.--Son \u00e9p\u00e9e se brise.)\n\n_Val._ Mon fer, \u00f4 surprise!\n Dans les airs se brise!...\n\n_Val., Wag., Sie. et les Etuds._\n (for\u00e7ant MEPHISTOPHELES \u00e0 reculer et lui pr\u00e9sentant\n la garde de leurs \u00e9p\u00e9es).\n\n De l'enfer qui vient \u00e9mousser\n Nos armes!\n Nous ne pouvons pas repousser\n Les charmes!\n Mais puisque tu brises le fer,\n Regarde!...\n C'est une croix qui, de l'enfer,\n Nous garde!\n (Ils sortent.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE IV.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES, puis FAUST.\n\n_Mep._\n (remettant son \u00e9p\u00e9e au fourreau).\n Nous nous retrouverons, mes amis!--Serviteur!\n\n_Faust_\n (entrant en sc\u00e8ne).\n Qu'as-tu donc?\n\n_Mep._ Rien!--A nous deux, cher docteur!\n Qu'attendez-vous de moi? par o\u00f9 commencerai-je?\n\n_Faust._ O\u00f9 se cache la belle enfant\n Que ton art m'a fait voir?--Est-ce un vain sortil\u00e8ge?\n\n_Mep._ Non pas! mais contre nous sa vertu la prot\u00e8ge;\n Et le ciel m\u00eame la d\u00e9fend!\n\n_Faust._ Qu'importe? je le veux! viens! conduis-mois vers elle!\n Ou je me s\u00e9pare de toi!\n\n_Mep._ Il suffit!... je tiens trop \u00e0 mon nouvel emploi\n Pour vous laisser douter un instant de mon z\u00e8le!\n Attendons!... Ici m\u00eame, \u00e0 ce signal joyeux,\n La belle et chaste enfant va para\u00eetre \u00e0 vos yeux!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE V.\n\n (Les \u00e9tudiants et les jeunes filles, bras dessus, bras dessous, et\n pr\u00e9c\u00e9d\u00e9s par des joueurs de violon, envahissent la sc\u00e8ne. Ils sont\n suivie par les bourgeois qui ont paru au commencement de l'acte.)\n\n Les M\u00eames, \u00c9tudiants, Jeunes Filles, Bourgeois,\n puis SIEBEL et MARGUERITE.\n\n_Cho._\n (marquant la mesure en marchant).\n Ainsi que la brise l\u00e9g\u00e8re\n Soul\u00e8ve en \u00e9pais tourbillons\n La poussi\u00e8re\n Des sillons,\n Que la valse nous entra\u00eene!\n Faites retentir la plaine\n De l'\u00e9clat de nos chansons!\n\n (Les Musiciens montent sur les bancs; la valse commence.)\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 FAUST).\n Vois ces filles\n Gentilles!\n Ne veux-tu pas\n Aux plus belles\n D'entre elles\n Offrir ton bras?\n\n_Faust._ Non! fais tr\u00eave\n A ce ton moqueur!\n Et laisse mon coeur\n A son r\u00eave!...\n\n_Sie._\n (rentrant en sc\u00e8ne).\n C'est par ici que doit passer\n Marguerite!\n\n_Quelques Jeunes Filles._\n (s'approchant de SIEBEL).\n Faut-il qu'une fille \u00e1 danser\n Vous invite?\n\n_Sie._ Non!... non! je ne veux pas valser!...\n\n_Cho._ Ainsi que la brise l\u00e9g\u00e8re\n Soul\u00e8ve en \u00e9pais tourbillons\n La poussi\u00e8re\n Des sillons,\n Que la valse nous entra\u00eene!\n Faites retentir la plaine\n De l'\u00e9clat de nos chansons!...\n (MARGUERITE para\u00eet.)\n_Faust._ Ah!... la voici ... c'est elle!...\n\n_Mep._ Eh bien, aborde-la!\n\n_Sie._\n (apercevant MARGUERITE et faisant un pas vers elle).\n Marguerite!...\n\n_Mep._\n (se retournant et se trouvant face \u00e0 face avec SIEBEL).\n Pla\u00eet-il!...\n\n_Sie._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Maudit homme! encor l\u00e0!...\n\n_Mep._\n (d'un ton mielleux).\n Eh quoi! mon ami! vous voil\u00e0!...\n (en riant).\n Ah, vraiment, mon ami!\n\n (SIEBEL recule devant MEPHISTOPHELES, qui lui fait faire ainsi\n la tour du th\u00e9\u00e2tre en passant derri\u00e8re le groupe des danseurs.)\n\n_Faust_\n (abordant MARGUERITE qui traverse la sc\u00e8ne).\n Ne permettrez-vous pas, ma belle demoiselle,\n Qu'on vous offre le bras pour faire le chemin?\n\n_Mar._ Non, monsieur! je ne suis demoiselle, ni belle,\n Et je n'ai pas besoin qu'on me donne la main.\n (Elle passe devant FAUST et s'\u00e9loigne.)\n\n_Faust_\n (la suivant des yeux).\n Pas le ciel! que de gr\u00e2ce ... et quelle modestie!...\n O belle enfant, je t'aime!...\n\n_Sie._\n (redescendant en scene sans avoir vu ce qui vient de se passer).\n Elle est partie!\n\n (Il va pour s'\u00e9lancer sur la trace de MARGUERITE; mais,\n se trouvant de nouveau face \u00e0 face avec MEPHISTOPHELES,\n il lui tourne le dos et s'\u00e9loigne par le fond du th\u00e9\u00e2tre.)\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 FAUST).\n Eh bien?\n\n_Faust._ On me repousse!...\n\n_Mep._\n (en riant).\n Allons! \u00e0 tes amours\n Je vois qu'il faut pr\u00eater secours!...\n (Il s'\u00e9loigne avec FAUST du m\u00eame c\u00f4t\u00e9 que MARGUERITE.)\n\n_Quelques Jeunes Filles_\n (s'adressant \u00e0 trois ou quatre d'entre elles qui ont observ\u00e9\n le rencontre de FAUST et de MARGUERITE).\n Qu'est-ce donc!...\n\n_Deuxi\u00e8me Groupe de Jeunes Filles._\n Marguerite,\n Qui de ce beau seigneur refuse la conduite!...\n\n_Etuds._\n (se rapprochant).\n Valsons encor!\n\n_Jeunes Filles._\n Valsons toujours!\n\n\n\n\nACTE TROISI\u00c8ME.\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE PREMI\u00c8RE.\n\nLe Jardin de MARGUERITE.\n\n (Au fond, un mur perc\u00e9 d'une petite porte. A gauche, un bosquet.\n A droite, un pavillon dont la fen\u00eatre fait face au public.\n Arbres et massifs.)\n\n_Sie._\n (seul).\n (Il est arr\u00eat\u00e9 pr\u00e8s d'un massif de roses et de lilas.)\n\n I.\n Faites-lui mes aveux,\n Portez mes voeux,\n Fleurs \u00e9closes pr\u00e8s d'elle,\n Dites-lui qu'elle est belle ...\n Que mon coeur nuit et jour\n Languit d'amour!\n\n R\u00e9v\u00e9lez \u00e0 son \u00e2me\n Le secret de ma flamme!\n Qu'il s'exhale avec vous\n Parfums plus doux!...\n (Il cueille une fleur.)\n Fan\u00e9e!... h\u00e9las!\n (Il jette la fleur avec d\u00e9pit.)\n Ce sorcier que Dieu damne\n M'a port\u00e9 malheur!\n (Il cueille une autre fleur qui s'effeuille encore.)\n Je ne puis sans qu'elle se fane\n Toucher une fleur!...\n Si je trempais mes doigts dans l'eau b\u00e9nite?...\n\n (Il s'approche du pavillon et trempe ses doigts dans\n un b\u00e9nitier accroch\u00e9 au mur.)\n C'est l\u00e0 que chaque soir vient prier Marguerite!\n Voyons maintenant! voyons vite!...\n (Il cueille deux ou trois fleurs.)\n Elles se fanent?... Non!... Satan, je ris de toi ...\n\n II.\n C'est en vous que j'ai foi;\n Parlez pour moi!\n Qu'elle puisse conna\u00eetre\n L'ardeur qu'elle a fait na\u00eetre,\n Et dont mon coeur troubl\u00e9\n N'a point parl\u00e9!\n Si l'amour l'effarouche,\n Que la fleur sur sa bouche\n Sache au moins d\u00e9poser\n Un doux baiser!...\n\n (Il cueille des fleurs pour former un bouquet et dispara\u00eet\n dans les massifs du jardin.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE II.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST, puis SIEBEL.\n\n_Faust_\n (entrant doucement en sc\u00e8ne).\n C'est ici?\n\n_Mep._ Suivez-moi!\n\n_Faust._ Que regardes-tu l\u00e0?\n\n_Mep._ Siebel, votre rival.\n\n_Faust._ Siebel!\n\n_Mep._ Chut!... le voil\u00e0!\n (Il se cache avec FAUST dans un bosquet.)\n\n_Sie._\n (rentrant en sc\u00e8ne, avec un bouquet \u00e0 la main).\n Mon bouquet n'est-il pas charmant?\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Charmant!\n\n_Sie._ Victoire!\n Je lui raconterai demain toute l'histoire;\n Et, si l'on veut savoir le secret de mon coeur,\n Un baiser lui dira le reste!\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 part)\n S\u00e9ducteur!\n\n(SIEBEL attache le bouquet \u00e0 la porte du pavillon et sort.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE III.\n\nFAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._ Attendez-moi l\u00e0, cher docteur!\n Pour tenir compagnie aux fleurs de votre \u00e9l\u00e8ve,\n Je vais vous chercher un tr\u00e9sor\n Plus merveilleux, plus riche encor\n Que tous ceux qu'elle voit en r\u00eave!\n\n_Faust._ Laisse-moi!\n\n_Mep._ J'ob\u00e9is!... daignez m'attendre ici?\n (Il sort.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE IV.\n\nFAUST.\n\n_Faust_\n (seul).\n Quel trouble inconnu me p\u00e9n\u00e8tre!\n Je sens l'amour s'emparer de mon \u00eatre.\n O Marguerite! tes pieds me voici!\n Salut! demeure chaste et pure, o\u00f9 se devine\n La pr\u00e9sence d'une \u00e2me innocente et divine!...\n Que de richesse en cette pauvret\u00e9!\n En ce r\u00e9duit, que de f\u00e9licit\u00e9!...\n O nature, c'est l\u00e0 que tu la fis si belle!\n C'est l\u00e0 que cette enfant a grandi sous ton aile,\n A dormi sous tes yeux?\n L\u00e0 que, de ton haleine enveloppant son \u00e2me,\n Tu fis avec amour \u00e9panouir la femme\n En cet ange des cieux!\n Salut! demeure chaste et pure, o\u00f9 se devine!\n La pr\u00e8sence d'une \u00e2me innocente et divine!...\n Que de richesse en cette pauvret\u00e9!\n En ce r\u00e9duit, que de f\u00e9licit\u00e9!...\n Salut! demeure chaste et pure, o\u00f9 se devine\n La pr\u00e9sence d'une \u00e2me innocente et divine!...\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE V.\n\nFAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n(MEPHISTOPHELES repara\u00eet, une cassette sous le bras.)\n\n_Mep._ Alerte! la voil\u00e0!... Si le bouquet l'emporte\n Sur l'\u00e9crin, je consens \u00e0 perdre mon pouvoir!\n\n (Il ouvre l'\u00e9crin.)\n_Faust._ Fuyons!... je veux ne jamais la revoir!\n\n_Mep._ Quel scrupule vous prend!...\n (Pla\u00e7ant l'\u00e9crin sur le seuil du pavillon.)\n Sur le seuil de la porte,\n Voici l'\u00e9crin plac\u00e9!... venez!... j'ai bon espoir!\n\n (Il entraine FAUST et dispara\u00eet avec lui dans le jardin.\n MARGUERITE entre par la porte du fond et descend en silence\n jusque sur le devant de la sc\u00e8ne.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE VI.\n\nMARGUERITE.\n\n_Mar._\n (seule).\n Je voudrais bien savoir quel \u00e9tait ce jeune homme,\n Si c'est un grand seigneur, et comment il se nomme?\n\n (Elle s'assied dans le bosquet, devant son rouet, et prend\n son fuseau autour duquel elle pr\u00e9pare de la laine.)\n\n I.\n \"Il \u00e9tait un roi de Thul\u00e9,\n Qui, jusqu'\u00e0 la tombe fid\u00e8le,\n Eut, en souvenir de sa belle,\n Une coupe en or cisel\u00e9!...\"\n (S'interrompant.)\n Il avait bonne gr\u00e2ce, \u00e0 ce qu'il m'a semble.\n (Reprenant sa chanson.)\n \"Nul tr\u00e9sor n'avait plus de charmes!\n Dans les grands jours il s'en servait,\n Et chaque fois qu'il y buvait,\n Ses yeux se remplissaient de larmes!...\"\n\n II.\n (Elle se l\u00e8ve et fait quelques pas.)\n \"Quand il sentit venir la mort,\n Entendu sur sa froide couche,\n Pour la porter jusqu'\u00e0 sa bouche\n Sa main fit un supr\u00eame effort!...\"\n (S'interrompant.)\n Je ne savais que dire, et j'ai rougi d'abord.\n (Reprenant sa chanson.)\n \"Et puis, en l'honneur de sa dame,\n Il but un derni\u00e8re fois;\n La coupe trembla dans ses doigts,\n Et doucement il rendit l'\u00e2me!\"\n Les grands seigneurs ont seuls des airs si r\u00e9solus,\n Avec cette douceur.\n (Elle se dirige vers le pavillon.)\n Allons! n'y pensons plus!\n Cher Valentin, si Dieu m'\u00e9coute,\n Je te reverrai!... me voil\u00e0\n Toute seule!...\n\n (Au moment d'entrer dans la pavillon, elle aper\u00e7oit\n la bouquet suspendu \u00e0 la porte.)\n Un bouquet!\n (Elle prend le bouquet.)\n C'est de Siebel, sans doute!\n Pauvre gar\u00e7on!\n (Apercevant la cassette.)\n Que vois-je l\u00e0?\n D'o\u00f9 ce riche coffret peut-il venir?... Je n'ose\n Y toucher, et pourtant ...--Voici la clef, je crois!...\n Si je l'ouvrais!... ma main tremble!... Pourquoi!\n Je ne fais, en l'ouvrant, rien de mal, je suppose!...\n (Elle ouvre la cassette et laisse tomber le bouquet.)\n O Dieu! que de bijoux!... est-ce un r\u00eave charmant\n Qui m'\u00e9blouit, ou si je veille!--\n Mes yeux n'ont jamais vu de richesse pareille!...\n\n (Elle place la cassette tout ouverte sur une chaise\n et s'agenouille pour se parer.)\n\n Si j'osais seulement\n Me parer un moment\n De ces pendants d'oreille!\n (Elle tire des boucles d'oreilles de la cassette.)\n Voici tout justement,\n Au fond de la cassette,\n Un miroir!... comment\n N'\u00eatre pas coquette?\n\n (Elle se pare des boucles d'oreilles, se l\u00e8ve et\n se regarde dans le miroir.)\n\n Ah! je ris de me voir\n Si belle en ce miroir!...\n Est-ce toi, Marguerite?\n R\u00e9ponds-moi, r\u00e9ponds vite!--\n Non! non!--ce n'est plus toi!\n Ce n'est plus ton visage!\n C'est la fille d'un roi,\n Qu'on salue au passage!\n Ah! s'il \u00e9tait ici!\n S'il me voyait ainsi!...\n Comme une demoiselle\n Il me trouverait belle!...\n Achevons la m\u00e9tamorphose!\n Il me tarde encor d'essayer\n Le bracelet et le collier.\n\n (Elle se pare du collier d'abord, puis du bracelet.--Se levant.)\n Dieu! c'est comme une main qui sur mon bras se pose!\n Ah! je ris de me voir\n Si belle en ce miroir!\n Est-ce toi, Marguerite?\n R\u00e9ponds-moi, r\u00e9ponds vite!--\n Non! non!--ce n'est plus toi!\n Ce n'est plus ton visage!\n C'est la fille d'un roi,\n Qu'on salue au passage!...\n Ah! s'il \u00e9tait ici!\n S'il me voyait ainsi!...\n Comme une demoiselle\n Il me trouverait belle!...\n Ah! s'il \u00e9tait ici!...\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE VII.\n\nMARGUERITE, MARTHE.\n\n_Mart._\n (entrant par le fond).\n Que vois-je, Seigneur Dieu!... comme vous voil\u00e0 belle,\n Mon ange!...--D'o\u00f9 vous vient ce riche \u00e9crin?\n\n_Mar._\n (avec confusion).\n H\u00e9las!\n On l'aura par m\u00e9garde apport\u00e9!\n\n_Mart._ Que non pas!\n Ces bijoux sont \u00e1 vous, ma ch\u00e8re demoiselle!\n Oui! c'est l\u00e0 le cadeau d'un seigneur amoureux!\n (Soupirant.)\n Mon cher \u00e9poux jadis \u00e9tait moins g\u00e9n\u00e9reux!\n\n(MEPHISTOPHELES et FAUST entrent en sc\u00e8ne.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE VIII.\n\nLes M\u00eames, MEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST.\n\n_Mep._ Dame Marthe Schwerlein, s'il vous plait?\n\n_Mart._ Qui m'appelle?\n\n_Mep._ Pardon d'oser ainsi nous pr\u00e9senter chez vous!\n (Bas \u00e0 FAUST.)\n Vous voyez qu'elle a fait bel accueil aux bijoux?\n (Haut.)\n Dame Marthe Schwerlein?\n\n_Mart._ Me voici!\n\n_Mep._ La nouvelle\n Que j'apporte n'est pas pour vous mettre en gait\u00e9:--\n Votre mari, madame, est mort et vous salue!\n\n_Mart._ Ah!... grand Dieu!...\n\n_Mar._ Qu'est ce donc?\n\n_Mep._ Rien!...\n\n (MARGUERITE baisse les yeux sous le regard de MEPHISTOPHELES,\n se h\u00e2te d'\u00f4ter le collier, le bracelet et les pendants d'oreilles\n et de les remettre dans la cassette.)\n\n_Mart._ O calamit\u00e9!\n O nouvelle impr\u00e9vue!...\n\n ENSEMBLE.\n\n_Mar._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Malgr\u00e9 moi mon coeur tremble et tressaille \u00e0 sa vue!\n\n_Faust_\n (\u00e0 part).\n La fi\u00e8vre de mes sens se dissipe \u00e0 sa vue!\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 MARTHE).\n Votre mari, madame, est mort et vous salue!\n\n_Mart._ Ne m'apportez-vous rien de lui!\n\n_Mep._ Rien!... et, pour le punir, il faut d\u00e8s aujourd'hui\n Chercher quelqu'un qui le remplace!\n\n_Faust_\n (\u00e0 MARGUERITE).\n Pourquoi donc quitter ces bijoux?\n\n_Mar._ Ces bijoux ne sont pas \u00e0 moi!... Laissez, de gr\u00e2ce!\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 MARTHE).\n Que ne serait heureux d'\u00e9changer avec vous\n La bague d'hym\u00e9n\u00e9e?\n\n_Mart._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Ah, bah!\n (Haut.)\n Plait-il?\n\n_Mep._\n (soupirant).\n H\u00e9las! cruelle destin\u00e9e!...\n\n_Faust_\n (\u00e0 MARGUERITE).\n Prenez mon bras un moment!\n\n_Mar._\n (se d\u00e9fendant).\n Laissez!... Je vous en conjure!...\n\n_Mep._\n (de l'autre c\u00f4t\u00e9 du th\u00e9\u00e2tre, \u00e0 MARTHE).\n Votre bras!...\n\n_Mart._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Il est charmant!\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 part).\n La voisine est un peu m\u00fbre!\n\n (MARGUERITE abandonne son bras \u00e0 FAUST et s'\u00e9loigne avec\n MEPHISTOPHELES et MARTHE restent seuls en sc\u00e8ne.)\n\n_Mart._ Ainsi vous voyagez toujours?\n\n_Mep._ Dure n\u00e9cessit\u00e9, madame!\n Sans ami, sans parents!... sans femme.\n\n_Mart._ Cela sied encore aux beaux jours!\n Mais plus tard, combien il est triste\n De vieillir seul, en \u00e9go\u00efste!\n\n_Mep._ J'ai fr\u00e9mi souvent, j'en conviens,\n Devant cette horrible pens\u00e9e!\n\n_Mart._ Avant que l'heure en soit pass\u00e9e!\n Digne seigneur, songez-y bien!\n\n_Mep._ J'y songerai!\n\n_Mart._ Songez-y bien!\n\n (Ils sortent. Entre FAUST et MARGUERITE.)\n\n_Faust._ Eh quoi! toujours seule?...\n\n_Mar._ Mon fr\u00e8re\n Est soldat; j'ai perdu ma m\u00e8re;\n Puis ce fut un autre malheur,\n Je perdis ma petite soeur!\n Pauvre ange!... Elle m'\u00e9tait bien ch\u00e8re!...\n C'\u00e9tait mon unique souci;\n Que de soins, h\u00e9las!... que de peines!\n C'est quand nos \u00e2mes en sont pleines\n Que la mort nous les prend ainsi!...\n Sit\u00f4t qu'elle s'\u00e9veillait, vite\n Il fallait que je fusse l\u00e0!...\n Elle n'aimait que Marguerite!\n Pour la voir, la pauvre petite,\n Je reprendrais bien tout cela!...\n\n_Faust._ Si le ciel, avec un sourire,\n L'avait faite semblable \u00e0 toi,\n C'\u00e9tait un ange!... Oui, je le croi!...\n\n_Mar._ Vous moquez-vous!...\n\n_Faust._ Non! je t'admire!\n\n_Mar._\n (souriant).\n Je ne vous crois pas\n Et de moi tout bas\n Vous riez sans doute!...\n J'ai tort de rester\n Pour vous \u00e9couter!...\n Et pourtant j'\u00e9coute!...\n\n_Faust._ Laisse-moi ton bras!...\n Dieu ne m'a t'il pas\n Conduit sur ta route?...\n Pourquoi redouter,\n H\u00e9las! d'\u00e9couter?...\n Mon coeur parle; \u00e9coute!...\n\n (MEPHISTOPHELES et MARTHE reparaissent.)\n_Mart._ Vous n'entendez pas,\n Ou de moi tout bas\n Vous riez sans doute!\n Avant d'\u00e9couter,\n Pourquoi vous h\u00e2ter\n De vous mettre en route?\n\n_Mep._ Ne m'accusez pas,\n Si je dois, h\u00e9las!\n Me remettre en route.\n Faut-il attester\n Qu'on voudrait rester\n Quand on vous \u00e9coute?\n\n (La nuit commence \u00e0 tomber.)\n_Mar._\n (\u00e0 FAUST).\n Retirez-vous!... voici la nuit.\n\n_Faust_\n (passant son bras autour de la taille de MARGUERITE).\n Ch\u00e8re \u00e2me!\n\n_Mar._ Laissez-moi!\n (Elle se d\u00e9gage et s'enfuit.)\n\n_Faust_\n (la poursuivant).\n Quoi! m\u00e9chante!... on me fuit!\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 part, tandis que MARTHE, d\u00e9pit\u00e9e, lui tourne le dos).\n L'entretien devient trop tendre!\n Esquivons nous!\n (Il se cache derri\u00e8re un arbre.)\n\n_Mart._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Comment m'y prendre?\n (Se retournant.)\n Eh bien! il est parti!... Seigneur!...\n (Elle s'\u00e9loigne.)\n\n_Mep._ Oui! Cours apr\u00e8s moi!...\n Ouf! cette vieille impitoyable\n De force ou de gr\u00e9, je crois,\n Allait \u00e9pouser le diable!\n\n_Faust_\n (dans la coulisse).\n Marguerite!\n\n_Mart._\n (dans la coulisse).\n Cher seigneur!\n\n_Mep._ Serviteur!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE IX.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._\n (seul).\n Il \u00e9tait temps! sous le feuillage sombre\n Voici nos amoureux qui reviennent!...\n C'est bien!\n Gardons nous de troubler un si doux entretien!\n O nuit, \u00e9tends sur eux ton ombre!\n Amour, ferme leur \u00e2me aux remords importuns!\n Et vous, fleurs aux subtils parfums,\n Epanouissez-vous sous cette main maudite!\n Achevez de troubler le coeur de Marguerite!...\n (Il s'\u00e9loigne et dispara\u00eet dans l'ombre.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE X.\n\nFAUST, MARGUERITE.\n\n_Mar._ Il se fait tard! adieu!\n\n_Faust_\n (la retenant).\n Quoi! je t'implore en vain!\n Attends! laisse ma main s'oublier dans la tienne!\n (S'agenouillant devant MARGUERITE.)\n Laisse-moi, laisse-moi contempler ton visage\n Sous la p\u00e2le clart\u00e9\n Dont l'astre de la nuit, comme dans un nuage,\n Caresse ta beaut\u00e9!...\n\n_Mar._ O silence! \u00f4 bonheur! ineffable myst\u00e8re!\n Enivrante langueur!\n J'\u00e9coute!... Et je comprends cette voix solitaire\n Qui chante dans mon coeur!\n (D\u00e9gageant sa main de celle de FAUST.)\n Laissez un peu, de gr\u00e2ce!...\n\n (Elle se penche et cueille une marguerite.)\n_Faust._ Qu'est se donc?\n\n_Mar._ Un simple jeu!\n Laissez un peu!\n (Elle effeuille la marguerite.)\n\n_Faust._ Que dit ta bouche \u00e0 voix basse!...\n\n_Mar._ Il m'aime!--Il ne m'aime pas!--\n Il m'aime!--pas!--Il m'aime!--pas!\n --Il m'aime!\n\n_Faust._ Oui!... crois en cette fleur \u00e9close sous tes pas!...\n Qu'elle soit pour ton coeur l'oracle du ciel m\u00eame!...\n Il t'aime!... comprends-tu ce mot sublime et doux?...\n Aimer! porter en nous\n Une ardeur toujours nouvelle!...\n Nous enivrer sans fin d'une joie \u00e9ternelle!\n\n_Faust et Mar._\n Eternelle!...\n\n_Faust._ O nuit d'amour ... ciel radieux!...\n O douces flammes!...\n Le bonheur silencieux\n Verse les cieux\n Dans nos deux \u00e2mes!...\n\n_Mar._ Je veux t'aimer et te ch\u00e9rir!\n Parle encore!\n Je t'appartiens!... je t'adore!...\n Pour toi je veux mourir!...\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!...\n\n_Mar._\n (se d\u00e9gageant des bras de FAUST).\n Ah!... partez!...\n\n_Faust._ Cruelle!...\n Me s\u00e9parer de toi!...\n\n_Mar._ Je chancelle!...\n\n_Faust._ Ah! cruelle!...\n\n_Mar._\n (suppliante).\n Laissez-moi!...\n\n_Faust._ Tu veux que je te quitte\n H\u00e9las!... vois ma douleur.\n Tu me brises le coeur,\n O Marguerite!...\n\n_Mar._ Partez! oui, partez vite!\n Je tremble!... h\u00e9las!... J'ai peur!\n Ne brisez pas le coeur\n De Marguerite!\n\n_Faust._ Par piti\u00e9!...\n\n_Mar._ Si je vous suis ch\u00e8re,\n Par votre amour, par ces aveux\n Que je devais taire,\n C\u00e9dez \u00e0 ma pri\u00e9re!...\n C\u00e9dez \u00e0 mes voeux!\n\n (Elle tombe aux pieds de FAUST.)\n_Faust_\n (apr\u00e8s un silence, la relevant doucement).\n Divine puret\u00e9!...\n Chaste innocence,\n Dont la puissance\n Triomphe de ma volont\u00e9!...\n J'ob\u00e9is!... Mais demain!\n\n_Mar._ Oui, demain!... d\u00e8s l'aurore!...\n Demain toujours!...\n\n_Faust._ Un mot encore!...\n R\u00e9p\u00e8te-moi ce doux aveu!...\n Tu m'aimes!...\n\n_Mar._ Adieu!...\n (Elle entre dans le pavillon.)\n\n_Faust._ F\u00e9licit\u00e9 du ciel.... Ah ... fuyons....\n\n (Il s'\u00e9lance vers la porte du jardin.\n MEPHISTOPHELES lui barre le passage.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE XI.\n\nFAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._ T\u00eate folle!...\n\n_Faust._ Tu nous \u00e9coutais.\n\n_Mep._ Par bonheur.\n Vous auriez grand besoin, docteur,\n Qu'on vous renvoy\u00e2t \u00e0 l'\u00e9cole.\n\n_Faust._ Laisse-moi.\n\n_Mep._ Daignez seulement\n \u00c9couter un moment\n Ce qu'elle va conter aux \u00e9toiles, cher ma\u00eetre.\n Tenez; elle ouvre sa fen\u00eatre.\n\n (MARGUERITE ouvre la fen\u00eatre du pavillon et s'y appuie\n un moment en silence, la t\u00eate entre les mains.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE XII.\n\nLes m\u00eames. MARGUERITE.\n\n_Mar._ Il m'aime; ...quel trouble en mon coeur,\n L'oiseau chante!...le vent murmure!...\n Toutes les voix de la nature\n Semblent me r\u00e9p\u00e9ter en choeur:\n Il t'aime!...--Ah! qu'il est doux de vivre!...\n Le ciel me sourit; ...l'air m'enivre!...\n Est-ce de plaisir et d'amour\n Que la feuille tremble et palpite?...\n Demain?...--Ah! presse ton retour,\n Cher bien-aim\u00e9!...viens!...\n\n_Faust._\n (s'\u00e9lan\u00e7ant vers la fen\u00eatre et saisissant la main de MARGUERITE).\n Marguerite!...\n\n_Mar._ Ah!...\n\n_Mep._ Ho! ho!\n\n (MARGUERITE reste un moment interdite et laisse tomber sa t\u00eate sur\n l'\u00e9paule de FAUST; MEPHISTOPHELES ouvre la porte du jardin et sort\n en ricanant. La toile tombe.)\n\n\n\n\nACTE QUATRIEME.\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE PREMIERE.\n\n_La Chambre de Marguerite._\n\nMARGUERITE, SIEBEL.\n\n_Sie._\n (s'approchant doucement de MARGUERITE).\n Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Siebel!...\n\n_Sie._ Encore des pleurs.\n\n_Mar._\n (se levant).\n H\u00e9las!\n Vous seul ne me maudissez pas.\n\n_Sie._ Je ne suis qu'un enfant, mais j'ai le coeur d'un homme\n Et je vous vengerai de son l\u00e2che abandon!\n Je le tuerai!\n\n_Mar._ Qui donc?\n\n_Sie._ Faut-il que je le nomme?\n L'ingrat qui vous trahit!...\n\n_Mar._ Non!... taisez-vous?...\n\n_Sie._ Pardon!\n Vous l'aimez encore?\n\n_Mar._ Oui!... toujours!\n Mais ce n'est pas \u00e0 vous de plaindre mon ennui\n J'ai tort, Siebel, de vous parler de lui.\n\n_Sie._\n I.\n Si la bonheur \u00e0 sourire t'invite,\n Joyeux alors, je sens un doux \u00e9moi;\n Si la douleur t'accable, Marguerite,\n O Marguerite, je pleure alors,\n Je pleure comme toi!\n\n II.\n Comme deux fleurs sur une m\u00eame tige,\n Notre destin suivant le m\u00eame cours,\n De tes chagrins en fi\u00e8re je m'afflige,\n O Marguerite, comme une soeur,\n Je t'aimerai toujours!\n\n_Mar._ Soyez b\u00e9ni, Siebel! votre amiti\u00e9 m'est douce!\n Ceux dont la main cruelle me repousse,\n N'ont pas ferm\u00e9 pour moi la porte du saint lieu;\n J'y vais pour mon enfant ... et pour lui prier Dieu!\n (Elle sort; SIEBEL la suit \u00e0 pas lents.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE II.\n\n_L'\u00c9glise._\n\nMARGUERITE, puis MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n (Quelques femmes traversent la sc\u00e8ne et entrent dans l'\u00e9glise.\n MARGUERITE entre apr\u00e8s elles et s'agenouille.)\n\n_Mar._ Seigneur, daignez permettre \u00e0 votre humble servante\n De s'agenouiller devant vous!\n\n_Mep._ Non!... tu ne prieras pas!... Frappez-la d'\u00e9pouvante!\n Esprits du mal, accourez tous!\n\n_Voix de D\u00e9mons Invisibles._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Qui m'appelle?\n\n_Voix._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Je chancelle!\n Je meurs!--Dieu bon! Dieu cl\u00e9ment!\n Est-ce d\u00e9j\u00e0 l'heure du ch\u00e2timent?\n\n (MEPHISTOPHELES parait derri\u00e8re un pilier et se penche\n \u00e0 l'oreille de MARGUERITE.)\n\n_Mep._ Souviens-toi du pass\u00e9, quand sous l'aile des anges,\n Abritant ton bonheur,\n Tu venais dans son temple, enchantant ses louanges,\n Adorer le Seigneur!\n Lorsque tu b\u00e9gayais une chaste pri\u00e8re\n D'une timide voix,\n Et portais dans ton coeur les baisers de ta m\u00e8re,\n Et Dieu tout \u00e0 la fois!\n \u00c9coute ces clameurs! c'est l'enfer qui t'appelle!...\n C'est l'enfer qui te suit!\n C'est l'\u00e9ternel remords et l'angoisse \u00e9ternelle\n Dans l'\u00e9ternelle nuit!\n\n_Mar._ Dieu! quelle est cette voix qui me parle dans l'ombre?\n Dieu tout puissant!\n Quel voile sombre\n Sur moi descend!...\n\n_Chant Religieux_\n (accompagn\u00e9 par les orgues).\n Quand du Seigneur le jour luira,\n Sa croix au ciel resplendira,\n Et l'univers s'\u00e9croulera ...\n\n_Mar._ H\u00e9las!... ce chant pieux est plus terrible encore!...\n\n_Mep._ Non!\n Dieu pour toi n'a plus de pardon!\n Le ciel pour toi n'a plus d'aurore!\n\n_Cho. Religieux._ Que dirai-je alors au Seigneur?\n O\u00f9 trouverai-je un protecteur,\n Quand l'innocent n'est pas sans peur!\n\n_Mar._ Ah! ce chant m'\u00e8touffe et m'oppresse!\n Je suis dans un cercle de fer!\n\n_Mep._ Adieu les nuits d'amour et les jours pleins d'ivresse!\n A toi malheur! A toi l'enfer!\n\n_Mar. et le Cho. Religieux._\n Seigneur, accueillez la pri\u00e8re\n Des coeurs malheureux!\n Qu'un rayon de votre lumi\u00e8re\n Descende sur eux!\n\n_Mep._ Marguerite!\n Sois maudite! A toi l'enfer!\n\n_Mar._ Ah!\n (Il disparait.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE III.\n\n_La Rue._\n\nVALENTIN, Soldats, puis SIEBEL.\n\n_Cho._ D\u00e9posons les armes;\n Dans nos foyers enfin nous voici revenus!\n Nos m\u00e8res en larmes,\n Nos m\u00e8res et nos soeurs ne nous attendront plus.\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE IV.\n\nVALENTIN, SIEBEL.\n\n_Val._\n (apercevant SIEBEL).\n Eh! parbleu! c'est Siebel!\n\n_Sie._ Cher Valentin....\n\n_Val._ Viens vite!\n Viens dans mes bras.\n (Il l'embrasse.)\n Et Marguerite?\n\n_Sie._ (avec embarras).\n Elle est \u00e0 l'\u00e9glise, je crois.\n\n_Val._ Oui, priant Dieu pour moi....\n Ch\u00e8re soeur, tremblante et craintive,\n Comme elle va pr\u00eater une oreille attentive\n Au r\u00e9cit de nos combats!\n\n_Cho._ Gloire immortelle\n De nos a\u00efeux,\n Sois-nous fid\u00e8le\n Mourons comme eux!\n Et sous ton aile,\n Soldats vainqueurs,\n Dirige nos pas, enflamme nos coeurs!\n Vers nos foyers h\u00e2tons le pas!\n On nous attend; la paix est faite!\n Plus de soupirs! ne tardons pas!\n Notre pays nous tend les bras!\n L'amour nous rit! l'amour nous f\u00eate!\n Et plus d'un coeur fr\u00e9mit tout bas\n Au souvenir de nos combats!\n L'amour nous rit! l'amour nous f\u00eate!\n Et plus d'un coeur fr\u00e9mit tout bas\n Au souvenir de nos combats!\n Gloire immortelle.\n\n * * * * *\n\n_Val._ Allons, Siebel! entrons dans la maison!\n Le verre en main, tu me feras raison!\n\n_Sie._\n (vivement).\n Non! n'entre pas!\n\n_Val._ Pourquoi?...--tu d\u00e9tournes la t\u00eate?\n Ton regard fuit le mien?...--Siebel, explique-toi!\n\n_Sie._ Eh bien!--non, je ne puis!\n\n_Val._ Que veux-tu dire?\n (Il se dirige vers la maison.)\n\n_Sie._\n (l'arretant).\n Arr\u00eat\u00e9!\n Sois cl\u00e9ment, Valentin!\n\n_Val._ (furieux).\n Laisse-moi! laisse-moi!\n (Il entre dans la maison.)\n\n_Sie._ Pardonne-lui!\n (Seul.)\n Mon Dieu! je vous implore!\n Mon Dieu, prot\u00e9gez-la.\n\n (Il s'\u00e9loigne; MEPHISTOPHELES et FAUST entrent en sc\u00e8ne;\n MEPHISTOPHELES tient une guitare \u00e0 la main.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE V.\n\nFAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n(FAUST se dirige vers la maison de MARGUERITE et s'arr\u00eate.)\n\n_Mep._ Qu'attendez-vous encore?\n Entrons dans la maison.\n\n_Faust._ Tais-toi, maudit!... j'ai peur\n De rapporter ici la honte et le malheur.\n\n_Mep._ A quoi bon la revoir, apr\u00e8s l'avoir quitt\u00e9?\n Notre pr\u00e9sence ailleurs serait bien mieux f\u00eat\u00e9e!\n La sabbat nous attend!\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mep._ Je vois\n Que mes avis sont vains et que l'amour l'emporte!\n Mais, pour vous faire ouvrir la porte,\n Vous avez grand besoin du secours de ma voix!\n\n (FAUST, pensif, se tient \u00e0 l'\u00e9cart.\n MEPHISTOPHELES s'accompagne sur sa guitare.)\n\n I.\n \"Vous qui faites l'endormie,\n N'entendez-vous pas,\n O Catherine, ma mie,\n Ma voix et mes pas ...?\"\n Ainsi ton galant t'appelle,\n Et ton coeur l'en croit!\n N'ouvre ta porte, ma belle,\n Que la bague au doigt!\n\n II.\n \"Catherine que j'adore,\n Pourquoi refuser\n A l'amant qui vous implore\n Un si doux baiser?...\"\n Ainsi ton galant supplie,\n Et ton coeur l'en croit!\n Ne donne un baiser, ma mie,\n Que la bague au doigt!\n\n (VALENTIN sort de la maison.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE VI.\n\nLes m\u00eames. VALENTIN.\n\n_Val._ Que voulez-vous, messieurs?\n\n_Mep._ Pardon! mon camarade,\n Mais ce n'est pas pour vous qu'\u00e9tait la s\u00e9r\u00e9nade!\n\n_Val._ Ma soeur l'\u00e9couterait mieux que moi, je le sais!\n\n (Il degaine et brise la guitare de MEPHISTOPHELES d'un coup d'\u00e9p\u00e9e.)\n\n_Faust._ Sa soeur!\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 VALENTIN).\n Quelle mouche vous pique?\n Vous n'aimez donc pas la musique?\n\n_Val._ Assez d'outrage!... assez!...\n A qui de vous dois-je demander compte\n De mon malheur et de ma honte?...\n Qui de vous deux doit tomber sous mes coups?...\n (FAUST tire son \u00e9p\u00e9e.)\n C'est lui!...\n\n_Mep._ Vous le voulez?...--Allons, docteur, \u00e0 vous!...\n\n_Val._ Redouble, \u00f4 Dieu puissant,\n Ma force et mon courage!\n Permets que dans son sang\n Je lave mon outrage!\n\n_Faust_\n (\u00e0 part).\n Terrible et fr\u00e9missant,\n Il glace mon courage!\n Dois-je verser le sang\n Du fr\u00e8re que j'outrage?...\n\n_Mep._ De son air mena\u00e7ant,\n De son aveugle rage,\n Je ris!... mon bras puissant\n Va d\u00e9tourner l'orage!...\n\n_Val._\n (tirant de son sein la m\u00e9daille que lui a donn\u00e9e MARGUERITE).\n Et toi qui pr\u00e9servas mes jours,\n Toi qui me viens de Marguerite,\n Je ne veux plus de ton secours,\n M\u00e9daille maudite!...\n (Il jette la m\u00e9daille loin de lui.)\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 part).\n Tu t'en repentiras!\n\n_Val._ En garde!... et d\u00e9fends-toi!...\n\n_Mep._\n (\u00e0 FAUST).\n Serrez-vous contre moi!...\n Et poussez seulement, cher docteur!... moi, je pare.\n\n_Val._ Ah!\n (VALENTIN tombe.)\n\n_Mep._ Voici notre h\u00e9ros \u00e9tendu sur le sable!...\n Au large maintenant! au large!...\n\n (Il entra\u00eene FAUST. Arrivent MARTHE et des bourgeois\n portant des torches.)\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE VII.\n\nVALENTIN, MARTHE, Bourgeois, puis SIEBEL et MARGUERITE.\n\n_Mart. et les Bourg._\n Par ici!...\n Par ici, mes amis! on se bat dans la rue!...--\n L'un d'eux est tomb\u00e9 l\u00e0!--Regardez ... le voici!...\n II n'est pas encore mort!...--on dirait qu'il remue!...--\n Vite, approchez!... il faut le secourir!\n\n_Val._\n (se soulevant avec effort).\n Merci!\n De vos plaintes, faites-moi grace!...\n J'ai vu, morbleu! la mort en face\n Trop souvent pour en avoir peur!...\n (MARGUERITE para\u00eet au fond soutenue par SIEBEL.)\n\n_Mar._ Valentin!... Valentin!...\n (Elle \u00e9carte la foule et tombe \u00e0 genoux pr\u00e8s de VALENTIN.)\n\n_Val._ Marguerite! ma soeur!...\n (Il la repousse.)\n\n Que me veux-tu?... va-t'en\n\n_Mar._ O Dieu!...\n\n_Val._ Je meurs par elle!...\n J'ai sottement\n Cherch\u00e9 querelle\n A son amant!\n\n_La Foule_.\n (\u00e0 demi voix, montrant MARGUERITE).\n Il meurt, frapp\u00e9 par son amant!\n\n_Mar._ Douleur cruelle!\n O ch\u00e2timent!...\n\n_Sie._\n (\u00e0 VALENTIN).\n Gr\u00e2ce pour elle!...\n Soyez cl\u00e9ment!\n\n_Val._\n (soutenu par ceux qui l'entourent).\n Ecoute-moi bien, Marguerite!...\n Ce qui doit arriver arrive \u00e0 l'heure dite!\n La mort nous frapp\u00e9 quand il faut,\n Et chacun ob\u00e9it aux volont\u00e9s d'en haut!...\n --Toi!... te voil\u00e0 dans la mauvaise voie!\n Tes blanches mains ne travailleront plus!\n Tu ren\u00eeras, pour vivre dans la joie,\n Tous les devoirs et toutes les vertus!\n Va! la honte t'accable\n Le remords suit tes pas!\n Mais enfin l'heure sonne!\n Meurs! et si Dieu te pardonne,\n Soit maudite ici-bas.\n\n_La Foule._\n O terreur, \u00f4 blasph\u00e8me\n A ton heure supr\u00eame, infortun\u00e9,\n Songe, h\u00e9las, a toi-m\u00eame,\n Pardonne, si tu veux \u00eatre un jour pardonn\u00e9!\n\n_Val._ Marguerite! Soit maudite!\n La mort t'attend sur ton grabat!\n Moi je meurs de ta main\n Et je tombe en soldat!\n (Il meurt.)\n\n_La Foule._\n Que le Seigneur ait son \u00e2me\n Et pardonne au p\u00eacheur.\n (La toile tombe.)\n\n\n\n\nACTE CINQUI\u00c8ME.\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE PREMI\u00c8RE.\n\nLa Prison.\n\nMARGUERITE, endormie, FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Faust._ Va t'en!\n\n_Mep._ Le jour va luire.--On dresse l'\u00e9chafaud!\n D\u00e9cide sans retard Marguerite \u00e0 te suivre.\n Le ge\u00f4lier dort.--Voici les clefs.--Il faut\n Que ta main d'homme la d\u00e9livre.\n\n_Faust._ Laisse-moi!\n\n_Mep._ H\u00e2tez-vous.--Moi, je veille au dehors.\n\n (Il sort.)\n_Faust._ Mon coeur est p\u00e9n\u00e8tr\u00e9 d'\u00e9pouvante!--O torture!\n O source de regrets et d'\u00e9ternels remords!\n C'est elle!--La voici, la douce cr\u00e9ature\n Jet\u00e9e au fond d'une prison\n Comme une vile criminelle!\n Le d\u00e9sespoir \u00e9gara sa raison\n Son pauvre enfant, \u00f4 Dieu! tu\u00e9 par elle!\n Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._\n (s'\u00e9veillant).\n Ah! c'est lui!--c'est lui! le bien-aim\u00e9!\n (Elle se l\u00e8ve.)\n A son appel mon coeur s'est ranim\u00e9.\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Au milieu de vos \u00e9clats de rire,\n D\u00e9mons qui m'entourez, j'ai reconnu sa voix!\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Sa main, sa douce main m'attire!\n Je suis libre! Il est l\u00e0! je l'entends! je la vois.\n Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime,\n Les fers, la mort m\u00eame\n Ne me font plus peur!\n Tu m'as retrouv\u00e9,\n Me voil\u00e0 sauv\u00e9!\n C'est toi; je suis sur ton coeur!\n\n_Faust._ Oui, c'est moi, je t'aime,\n Malgr\u00e9 l'effort m\u00eame\n Du d\u00e9mon moqueur,\n Je t'ai retrouv\u00e9,\n Te voil\u00e0 sauv\u00e9,\n C'est moi, viens sur mon coeur!\n\n_Mar._\n (se d\u00e9gageant doucement de ses bras).\n Attends!... voici la rue\n O\u00f9 tu m'as vue\n Pour la premiere fois!...\n O\u00f9 votre main osa presque effleurer mes doigts!\n \"--Ne permettez-vous pas, ma belle demoiselle,\n Qu'on vous offre le bras pour faire le chemin?\"\n \"--Non, monsieur, je ne suis demoiselle ni belle,\n Et je n'ai pas besoin qu'on me donne la main!\"\n\n_Faust._ Oui, mon coeur se souvient!--Mais fuyons! l'heure passe!\n\n_Mar._ Et voici le jardin charmant,\n Parfum\u00e9 de myrte et de rose,\n O\u00f9 chaque soir discr\u00e8tement\n Tu p\u00e9n\u00e9trais \u00e0 la nuit close.\n\n_Faust._ Viens, Marguerite, fuyons!\n\n_Mar._ Non, reste encore.\n\n_Faust._ O ciel, elle ne m'entends pas!\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nSC\u00c8NE II.\n\nLes m\u00eames. MEPHISTOPHELES.\n\n_Mep._ Alerte! alerte! ou vous \u00eates perdus!\n Si vous tardez encor, je ne m'en m\u00eale plus!\n\n_Mar._ Le d\u00e9mon! le d\u00e9mon!--Le vois-tu?... l\u00e0 ... dans l'ombre\n Fixant sur nous son oeil de feu!\n Que nous veut-il?--Chasse-le du saint lieu!\n\n_Mep._ L'aube depuis longtemps a perc\u00e9 la nuit sombre,\n La jour est lev\u00e9\n De leur pied sonore\n J'entends nos chevaux frapper le pav\u00e9.\n (Cherchant \u00e0 entra\u00eener FAUST.)\n Viens! sauvons-la. Peut-\u00eatre il en est temps encore!\n\n_Mar._ Mon Dieu, prot\u00e9gez-moi!--Mon Dieu, je vous implore!\n (Tombant \u00e0 genoux.)\n Anges purs! anges radieux!\n Portez mon \u00e2me au sein des cieux!\n Dieu juste, \u00e0 toi je m'abandonne!\n Dieu bon, je suis \u00e0 toi!--pardonne!\n\n_Faust._ Viens, suis-moi! je le veux!\n\n_Mar._ Anges purs, anges radieux!\n Portez mon \u00e2me au sein des cieux!\n Dieu juste, \u00e0 toi je m'abandonne!\n Dieu bon, je suis \u00e0 toi!--pardonne!\n Anges purs, anges radieux!\n Portez mon \u00e2me au sein des cieux!\n (Bruit au dehors.)\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Pourquoi ce regard mena\u00e7ant?\n\n_Faust._ Marguerite!\n\n_Mar._ Pourquoi ces mains rouges de sang?\n (Le repoussant.)\n Va!... tu me fais horreur!\n (Elle tombe sans mouvement.)\n\n_Mep._ Jug\u00e9e!\n\n_Cho. des Anges._ Sauv\u00e9e! 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Sullivan_\n *Spectre Knight, The _Alfred Cellier_\n *Stradella _Friedrich von Flotow_\n Tannh\u00e4user _G._ _Richard Wagner_\n Traviata, La _I._ _Giuseppe Verdi_\n Tristan und Isolde _G._ _Richard Wagner_\n Trovatore, Il _I._ _Giuseppe Verdi_\n Ugonotti, Gli (The\n Huguenots) _I._ _Giacomo Meyerbeer_\n Verkaufte Braut, Die\n (The Bartered Bride) _G._ _Friedrich Smetana_\n Walk\u00fcre, Die _G._ _Richard Wagner_\n William Tell _I._ _Gioacchino A. Rossini_\n Zauberfl\u00f6te, Die (The\n Magic Flute) _G._ _W. A. Mozart_\n\nBoston: OLIVER DITSON COMPANY: New York\n\nChicago: LYON & HEALY, Inc. London: WINTHROP ROGERS, Ltd.\n\nOrder of your local dealer\n\nMade in U. S. A.\n\n\n\n\n\nSONGS FROM THE OPERAS\n\n * * * * *\n\nEdited by H. E. KREHBIEL\n\n_Bound in paper, cloth back, $2.50 each, net_\n\n_In full cloth, gilt.... 3.50 each, net_\n\nIn these volumes of _The Musicians Library_ the editor has presented\nin chronological order the most famous arias from operas of every\nschool. Beginning with songs from the earliest Italian productions,\na comprehensive view of operatic development is given by well-chosen\nexamples from German, French, and later Italian works, down to\ncontemporary musical drama.\n\nEach song or aria is given in its original key with the original text,\nand a faithful and singable English translation.\n\nEach volume contains an interesting preface by Mr. Krehbiel, with\nhistoric, descriptive, and interpretative notes on each song.\n\nPortraits of the most noted composers represented are given in each\nvolume.\n\nSize of each volume, 9-1/2 \u00d7 12-1/2 inches.\n\n\nSOPRANO SONGS FROM THE OPERAS\n\nContains twenty-three numbers by nineteen composers. The music covers\n188 pages, the prefatory matter 25 pages. Portraits are given of\nBeethoven, Bellini, Gluck, Gounod, Meyerbeer, Mozart, Rossini, Verdi,\nand Weber.\n\n\nMEZZO SOPRANO SONGS FROM THE OPERAS\n\nContains thirty numbers by twenty-five composers. The music covers 186\npages, the prefatory matter 29 pages. Portraits are given of Auber,\nBizet, Donizetti, Handel, Massenet, Saint-Sa\u00ebns, Spontini, Thomas, and\nWagner.\n\n\nALTO SONGS FROM THE OPERAS\n\nContains twenty-nine numbers by twenty-two composers. The music covers\n176 pages, the prefatory matter 20 pages. Portraits are given of\nGlinka, Gluck, Handel, Lully, Meyerbeer, Purcell, Rossini, Thomas, and\nVerdi.\n\n\nTENOR SONGS FROM THE OPERAS\n\nContains twenty-nine numbers by twenty-one composers. The music covers\n192 pages, the prefatory matter 27 pages. Portraits are given of\nBeethoven, Bizet, Gluck, Gounod, Mascagni, Massenet, Verdi, Wagner, and\nWeber.\n\n\nBARITONE AND BASS SONGS FROM THE OPERAS\n\nContains twenty-seven numbers by twenty-four composers. The music\ncovers 188 pages, the prefatory matter 20 pages. Portraits are given of\nBellini, Bizet, Cherubini, Gounod, Hal\u00e9vy, Handel, Mozart, Ponchielli,\nand Tchaikovsky.\n\nBoston: OLIVER DITSON COMPANY: New York\n\nChicago: LYON & HEALY, INC. London: WINTHROP ROGERS, LTD.\n\n_Order of your local dealer_","title":"Faust: A Lyric Drama in Five Acts","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":17223}