We will stay here safe in the quiet dwell- I could not, if I would, mask myself

ings.

'Tis an old custom. built

here. Men have ever Come now, we'll go about from fire to fire:

Their own small world in the great world I'll be the pimp, and you shall be the

of all.

I see young witches naked there, and old ones

Wisely attired with greater decency.

Be guided now by me, and you shall

buy

lover.

You ought to be with the young rioters

A pound of pleasure with a dram of Right in the thickest of the revelry—

But every one is best content at home.

Who throng around them seem innumerable:

But

One's while to be in place and wear

a star;

That was indeed the golden age on earth.

Parvenu.

We too are active, and we did and do
What we ought not, perhaps; and yet

we now

Will seize, whilst all things are whirled round and round,

I have no ribbon at my knee; but A spoke of Fortune's wheel, and keep

here

At home, the cloven foot is honourable. See you that snail there?-she comes creeping up,

And with her feeling eyes hath smelt out something.

our ground.

Author.

Who now can taste a treatise of deep

sense

And ponderous volume? 'tis impertin

ence

To write what none will read, therefore will I

Faust.

Mephistopheles.

Who?

wife of Adam.

Lilith, the first

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;

To please the young and thoughtless people try. Mephistopheles (who at once appears to have grown very old). I find the people ripe for the last day, Since I last came up to the wizard She will not ever set him free again.

And when she winds them round a young man's neck,

No sword which cuts the bond it cannot With you I feel that if required,

is past,

Such still within my garden grow.

That ghosts move not on ordinary feet? They shape themselves into the innova- But these are dancing just like men and

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There are few things that scandalise Who sang so sweetly to Jus in

Mephistopheles.

As he went round the wheel in his old Sprang from her mouth.

mill,

He says that you go wrong in all

respects,

Especially if you congratulate him
Upon the strength of the resemblance.

Fly!

Procto-Phantasmist. Vanish! Unheard-of impudence! What, still there!

In this enlightened age too, since you

have been

right, my friend:

Be it enough that the mouse was to

Seest thou not a pak.

Fair girl, standing alone, far, far away Proved not to exist!-But this infernal She drags herself now forward with slo

steps,

brood Will hear no reason and endure no rule. And seems as if she moved with shackled Are we so wise, and is the pond still

haunted?

How long have I been sweeping out

this rubbish

Of superstition, and the world will not
Come clean with all my pains!—it is a

case

Unheard of!

The Girl.

teasing us so.

No good can come of it—it is not well To meet it—it is an enchanted phantom, A lifeless idol; with its numbing look, Then leave off It freezes up the blood of man; and they Who meet its ghastly stare are turned

Procto-Phantasmist. I tell you, spirits,

to your faces now,

That I should not regret this despotism
Of spirits, but that mine can wield it

not.

To-night I shall make poor work of it,
Yet I will take a round with you, and
hope

Before my last step in the living dance
To beat the poet and the devil together.
Mephistopheles. At last he will sit
down in some foul puddle;
That is his way of solacing himself;
Until some leech, diverted with his
gravity,

Cures him of spirits and the spirit to- | My looks from her sweet piteous coun

gether.

[To FAUST, who has seceded from
the dance.

Why do you let that fair girl pass from

you,

tenance.

How strangely does a single blood-red
line,

Not broader than the sharp edge of a
knife,