Faust, Part One by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon Classics
Published: 2017-09-11T18:30:00+00:00

6

WITCHES’ KITCHEN

(Upon a low hearth stands a great caldron, under which a fire is burning. Various figures appear in the vapors which rise from the caldron. An ape sits beside it, skims it, and watches lest it boil over. The HE-APE, with the young ones, sits near and warms himself. Ceiling and walls are covered with the most fantastic witch-implements.)

FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES.

FAUST

These crazy signs of witches’ craft repel me!

I shall recover, dost thou tell me,

Through this insane, chaotic play?

From an old hag shall I demand assistance?

And will her foul mess take away

Full thirty years from my existence?

Woe’s me, canst thou naught better find!

Another baffled hope must be lamented:

Has Nature, then, and has a noble mind

Not any potent balsam yet invented?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Once more, my friend, thou talkest sensibly.

There is, to make thee young, a simpler mode and apter;

But in another book ’tis writ for thee,

And is a most eccentric chapter.

FAUST

Yet will I know it.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Good! the method is revealed

Without or gold or magic or physician.

Betake thyself to yonder field,

There hoe and dig, as thy condition;

Restrain thyself, thy sense and will

Within a narrow sphere to flourish;

With unmixed food thy body nourish;

Live with the ox as ox, and think it not a theft

That thou manur’st the acre which thou reapest;—

That, trust me, is the best mode left,

Whereby for eighty years thy youth thou keepest!

FAUST

I am not used to that; I cannot stoop to try it—

To take the spade in hand, and ply it.

The narrow being suits me not at all.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Then to thine aid the witch must call.

FAUST

Wherefore the hag, and her alone?

Canst thou thyself not brew the potion?

MEPHISTOPHELES

That were a charming sport, I own:

I’d build a thousand bridges meanwhile, I’ve a notion.

Not Art and Science serve, alone;

Patience must in the work be shown.

Long is the calm brain active in creation;

Time, only, strengthens the fine fermentation.

And all, belonging thereunto,

Is rare and strange, howe’er you take it:

The Devil taught the thing, ’tis true,

And yet the Devil cannot make it.

(Perceiving the ANIMALS.)

See, what a delicate race they be!

That is the maid! the man is he!

(To the ANIMALS.)

It seems the mistress has gone away?

THE ANIMALS

Carousing, to-day!

Off and about,

By the chimney out!

MEPHISTOPHELES

What time takes she for dissipating?

THE ANIMALS

While we to warm our paws are waiting.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUST)

How findest thou the tender creatures?

FAUST

Absurder than I ever yet did see.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Why, just such talk as this, for me,

Is that which has the most attractive features!

(To the ANIMALS.)

But tell me now, ye cursed puppets,

Why do ye stir the porridge so?

THE ANIMALS

We’re cooking watery soup for beggars.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Then a great public you can show.

THE HE-APE

(Comes up and fawns on MEPHISTOPHELES.)

O cast thou the dice!

Make me rich in a trice,

Let me win in good season!

Things are badly controlled,

And had I but gold,

So had I my reason.

MEPHISTOPHELES

How would the ape be sure his luck enhances.

Could he but try the lottery’s chances!

(In the meantime the young apes have been playing with a large ball, which they now roll forward.)

THE HE-APE

The world’s the ball:

Doth rise and fall,

And roll incessant:

Like glass doth ring,

A hollow thing,—

How soon will’t spring,

And drop, quiescent?

Here bright it

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