[Faust:] "I, Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!"
O growing Moon, didst thou but A last time on pain of mine this desk how oft have I At midnight thee rising high O'er and paper I bend didst appear, o mournful friend
I am the spirit that denies! And justly so: for all is born Deserves to be in scorn 'twere best if nothing were created Destruction, sin, wickedness - plainly All of which you as have classified That is my - there I abide
] Scatter the stars with a hand Water, fire, tavern and beasts, all within command Thus in our booth today Creation's ample scope Wander swiftly, observing the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!
The of Spirits is not barred to thee!
"Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou have Mephisto do?" "I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus shall command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and twenty years, letting him in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."
"I will."
Sublime spirit, thou hast me all All for which I thee, not in vain Didst thou reveal thy in the fire Thou given me Nature for a kingdom the power to enjoy and feel Only a visit of chilling Thou [then bringest all the living creatures And taught me to my brothers in the Air In the deep and in the silent coverts When through the the storm rages Uprooting the giant pines which in their Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks Whose [growingly?] thunder shake the hills Then thou dost lead me to a cave And revealest me to myself and bare The deep miracle of my Nature And when the pure rises into sight Soothingly above me, about me hover Creeping from rocky walls and thickets Silver shadows, of a bygone world Which allay the austere joy of
Now fully do I that Man Can never perfection With this ecstasy which brings me and nearer To the
] My mother the harlot put me to My father the ate my flesh My dear sister laid all my bones In a shaded place under the stones I changed into a wood-bird Fluttering Fly
Mankind, foolish Cosmos acts as incomplete He thought to Be I am part of that part which was the A of that Darkness which gave birth to Light The arrogant Light which dispute rank of Mother Night Therefore I it won't be long before With it shall perish evermore!
] Scatter the stars with a lavish Water, fire, tavern and beasts, all within command Thus in our narrow booth ample scope display Wander swiftly, well From the Heavens to the
The World of Spirits is not to thee!
[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the governing life's flow, and not just its external show." [Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown." [Faust:] "Why that be so?" [Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those which language can express." "What? Do you mean that words are greater yet than man?" [Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are." [Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?"" [Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is." "In that case man is only air as well!"