Part 51 (1/2)

That now I vanish, pardon, I entreat you!

As Dilettante I the curtain raise.

MEPHISTOPHELES

When I upon the Blocksberg meet you, I find it good: for that's your proper place.

XXII

WALPURGIS-NIGHT'S DREAM

OBERON AND t.i.tANIA's GOLDEN WEDDING

INTERMEZZO

MANAGER

Sons of Mieding, rest to-day!

Needless your machinery: Misty vale and mountain gray, That is all the scenery.

HERALD

That the wedding golden be.

Must fifty years be rounded: But the Golden give to me, When the strife's compounded.

OBERON

Spirits, if you're here, be seen- Show yourselves, delighted!

Fairy king and fairy queen, They are newly plighted.

PUCK

Cometh Puck, and, light of limb, Whisks and whirls in measure: Come a hundred after him, To share with him the pleasure.

ARIEL

Ariel's song is heavenly-pure, His tones are sweet and rare ones: Though ugly faces he allure, Yet he allures the fair ones.

OBERON

Spouses, who would fain agree, Learn how we were mated!

If your pairs would loving be, First be separated!

t.i.tANIA

If her whims the wife control, And the man berate her, Take him to the Northern Pole, And her to the Equator!

ORCHESTRA. TUTTI.

Fortissimo.