[Faust:] "I, Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!"
O growing Moon, thou but shine A last time on this of mine Behind this desk how oft I At midnight seen rising high O'er book and I bend Thou didst appear, o friend
I am the that ever denies! And justly so: for all that is Deserves to be destroyed in Therefore best if nothing were created Destruction, sin, - plainly stated All of which you as evil classified is my element - there I abide
] Scatter the stars a lavish hand Water, fire, wall Birds and beasts, all command Thus in our booth today Creation's scope display Wander swiftly, observing the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!
The World of 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 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 live 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 besought thee, not in Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire Thou given me Nature for a kingdom With the to enjoy and feel a visit of chilling bewilderment Thou [then me?] bringest all the living And taught me to my brothers in the Air In the deep and in the silent coverts When the forest the storm rages Uprooting the giant pines which in fall Crushing, drag down neighboring and trunks Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills Then thou dost lead me to a sheltering And revealest me to myself and bare The deep mysterious miracle of my And the pure moon rises into sight Soothingly above me, then me hover Creeping from walls and dewy thickets Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone Which allay the austere joy of
Now fully do I realize Man Can possess perfection With this ecstasy which me near and nearer To the
] My the harlot put me to death My father the scoundrel ate my My little sister laid all my bones In a dark place under the stones I changed into a wood-bird Fluttering Fly
Mankind, that foolish Always acts as He himself to Be I am of that part which was the Absolute A of that Darkness which gave birth to Light The arrogant Light which would Ancient of Mother Night Therefore I hope it won't be before matter it shall perish evermore!
] Scatter the stars a lavish hand Water, fire, wall Birds and beasts, all command Thus in our narrow booth Creation's ample scope swiftly, observing well From the to the World
The of Spirits is not barred to thee!
[Faust:] "So, I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show." [Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be they are beyond your reach even when shown." [Faust:] "Why that be so?" [Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express." [Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are yet than man?" "Indeed they are." [Faust:] "Then of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?"" [Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is." [Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"