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(Whispering)
Yet, if this man without due preparation drinks, As well thou know'st, within an hour 'twill kill him.
MEPHISTOPHELES
He is a friend of mine, with whom it will agree, And he deserves thy kitchen's best potation: Come, draw thy circle, speak thine adjuration, And fill thy goblet full and free!
THE WITCH
(with fantastic gestures draws a circle and places mysterious articles therein; meanwhile the gla.s.ses begin to ring, the caldron to sound, and make a musical accompaniment.
Finally she brings a great book, and stations in the circle the Apes, who are obliged to serve as reading-desk, and to hold the torches. She then beckons FAUST to approach.)
FAUST (to MEPHISTOPHELES)
Now, what shall come of this? the creatures antic, The crazy stuff, the gestures frantic,- All the repulsive cheats I view,- Are known to me, and hated, too.
MEPHISTOPHELES
O, nonsense! That's a thing for laughter; Don't be so terribly severe!
She juggles you as doctor now, that, after, The beverage may work the proper cheer.
(He persuades FAUST to step into the circle.)
THE WITCH
(begins to declaim, with much emphasis, from the book)
See, thus it's done!
Make ten of one, And two let be, Make even three, And rich thou 'It be.
Cast o'er the four!
From five and six (The witch's tricks) Make seven and eight, 'Tis finished straight!
And nine is one, And ten is none.
This is the witch's once-one's-one!
FAUST
She talks like one who raves in fever.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Thou'lt hear much more before we leave her.
'Tis all the same: the book I can repeat, Such time I've squandered o'er the history: A contradiction thus complete Is always for the wise, no less than fools, a mystery.
The art is old and new, for verily All ages have been taught the matter,- By Three and One, and One and Three, Error instead of Truth to scatter.
They prate and teach, and no one interferes; All from the fellows.h.i.+p of fools are shrinking.
Man usually believes, if only words he hears, That also with them goes material for thinking!
THE WITCH (continues)
The lofty skill Of Science, still From all men deeply hidden!
Who takes no thought, To him 'tis brought, 'Tis given unsought, unbidden!
FAUST
What nonsense she declaims before us!
My head is nigh to split, I fear: It seems to me as if I hear A hundred thousand fools in chorus.
MEPHISTOPHELES
O Sibyl excellent, enough of adjuration!
But hither bring us thy potation, And quickly fill the beaker to the brim!
This drink will bring my friend no injuries: He is a man of manifold degrees, And many draughts are known to him.
(The WITCH, with many ceremonies, pours the drink into a cup; as FAUST sets it to his lips, a light flame arises.)
Down with it quickly! Drain it off!
'Twill warm thy heart with new desire: Art with the Devil hand and glove, And wilt thou be afraid of fire?
(The WITCH breaks the circle: FAUST steps forth.)
MEPHISTOPHELES
And now, away! Thou dar'st not rest.
THE WITCH
And much good may the liquor do thee!
MEPHISTOPHELES (to the WITCH)
Thy wish be on Walpurgis Night expressed; What boon I have, shall then be given unto thee.
THE WITCH
Here is a song, which, if you sometimes sing, You'll find it of peculiar operation.
MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)
Come, walk at once! A rapid occupation Must start the needful perspiration, And through thy frame the liquor's potence fling.
The n.o.ble indolence I'll teach thee then to treasure, And soon thou'lt be aware, with keenest thrills of pleasure, How Cupid stirs and leaps, on light and restless wing.
FAUST
One rapid glance within the mirror give me, How beautiful that woman-form!
MEPHISTOPHELES
No, no! The paragon of all, believe me, Thou soon shalt see, alive and warm.
(Aside)