Part 43 (2/2)

O Maiden!

Thou sorrow-laden, Incline Thy countenance upon my pain!

XIX

NIGHT

STREET BEFORE MARGARET'S DOOR

VALENTINE (a soldier, MARGARET'S brother)

When I have sat at some carouse.

Where each to each his brag allows, And many a comrade praised to me His pink of girls right l.u.s.tily, With br.i.m.m.i.n.g gla.s.s that spilled the toast, And elbows planted as in boast: I sat in unconcerned repose, And heard the swagger as it rose.

And stroking then my beard, I'd say, Smiling, the b.u.mper in my hand: ”Each well enough in her own way.

But is there one in all the land Like sister Margaret, good as gold,- One that to her can a candle hold?”

Cling! clang! ”Here's to her!” went around The board: ”He speaks the truth!” cried some; ”In her the flower o' the s.e.x is found!”

And all the swaggerers were dumb.

And now!-I could tear my hair with vexation.

And dash out my brains in desperation!

With turned-up nose each scamp may face me, With sneers and stinging taunts disgrace me, And, like a bankrupt debtor sitting, A chance-dropped word may set me sweating!

Yet, though I thresh them all together, I cannot call them liars, either.

But what comes sneaking, there, to view?

If I mistake not, there are two.

If he's one, let me at him drive!

He shall not leave the spot alive.

FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES

FAUST

How from the window of the sacristy Upward th'eternal lamp sends forth a glimmer, That, lessening side-wards, fainter grows and dimmer, Till darkness closes from the sky!

The shadows thus within my bosom gather.

MEPHISTOPHELES

I'm like a sentimental tom-cat, rather, That round the tall fire-ladders sweeps, And stealthy, then, along the coping creeps: Quite virtuous, withal, I come, A little thievish and a little frolicsome.

I feel in every limb the presage Forerunning the grand Walpurgis-Night: Day after to-morrow brings its message, And one keeps watch then with delight.

FAUST

Meanwhile, may not the treasure risen be, Which there, behind, I glimmering see?

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