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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 363 pages of information about The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 01.

(Long pause.  Song)

Gone, what once the eye delighted,
With the ages long ago!

FAUST (on the balcony, toward the downs)

From above what plaintive whimper? 
Word and tone are here too late! 
Wails my warder; me, in spirit
Grieves this deed precipitate! 
Though in ruin unexpected
Charred now lie the lindens old,
Soon a height will be erected,
Whence the boundless to behold. 
I the home shall see, enfolding
In its walls, that ancient pair,
Who, my gracious care beholding,
Shall their lives end joyful there.

MEPHISTOPHELES and THE THREE (below)

Hither we come full speed.  We crave
Your pardon!  Things have not gone right! 
Full many a knock and kick we gave,
They opened not, in our despite;
Then rattled we and kick’d the more,
And prostrate lay the rotten door;
We called aloud with threat severe,
Yet sooth we found no listening ear. 
And as in such case still befalls,
They heard not, would not hear our calls;
Forthwith thy mandate we obeyed,
And straight for thee a clearance made. 
The pair—­their sufferings were light,
Fainting they sank, and died of fright. 
A stranger, harbor’d there, made show
Of force, full soon was he laid low;
In the brief space of this wild fray,
From coals, that strewn around us lay,
The straw caught fire; ’tis blazing free,
As funeral death-pyre for the three.

FAUST

To my commandments deaf were ye! 
Exchange I wished, not robbery. 
For this your wild and ruthless part;—­
I curse it!  Share it and depart!

CHORUS

The ancient saw still rings today: 
Force with a willing mind obey;
If boldly thou canst stand the test,
Stake house, court, life, and all the rest!
                           [Exeunt.]

FAUST

The stars their glance and radiance veil;
Smoulders the sinking fire, a gale
Fans it with moisture-laden wings,
Vapor to me and smoke it brings. 
Rash mandate—­rashly, too, obeyed!—­
What hither sweeps like spectral shade?

MIDNIGHT

Four gray women enter

FIRST

My name, it is Want.

SECOND

And mine, it is Blame.

THIRD

My name, it is Care.

FOURTH

Need, that is my name.

THREE (together)

The door is fast-bolted, we cannot get in;
The owner is wealthy, we may not within.

WANT

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