ACT FIFTH Scene I.-Walpurgis-Night The Hartz Mountains. Neighborhood of Schirke and Elend. Faust and Mephistopheles. MEPHISTOPHELES.-Would you not like a broomstick to be stride? Would God I had a stout old goat to ride! The way is long; and I would rather spare me FAUST. While my good legs can bear me, Through the long labyrinth of vales to wend, Could wait, to make the Brocken banquet prime! MEPHISTOPHELES.-No whiff I feel that hath a smell of May; I'd sooner track my road o'er frost and snow. Of a Will-o-the-Wisp;-I see one right ahead, Holla! my good friend! dare I be so free? Two travellers here stand much in need of thee; Why shouldst thou waste thy flickering flame in vain? Pray be so good as light us up the hill! WILL-O-THE-WISP.-Out of respect to you, I will restrain, If possible, my ever-shifting will; But all our natural genius, and our skill Is zigzag; straight lines go against the grain. MEPHISTOPHELES.-Ha! ha! hast learned from men how to declaim? March on, I tell thee, in the Devil's name! Only remember! 'tis the first of May, And when an ignis fatuus leads the way, You have yourselves to blame, if you should stray. FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES, AND WILL-O-THE-WISP [in reciprocal song].-Through the realms of fairy dream ing, Through the air with magic teeming, Love's sweet plaint with gentle winging! Voices of those days, the dearest, When our light of hope was clearest! And the echo, like the sounds Of ancient story, back rebounds. Owl and pewit, jay and piet! Will no bird to-night be quiet? With long legs and swoll'n paunches, Through the thicket's bristling branches! Do we walk with forward faces, Or stand and halt with baffled paces? All things seem to change their places, Twinkle more and more they blow! How Mammon in the mount doth blaze! FAUST.-How strangely through the glooming glens Dim sheen, like morning redness, glimmers! Ev'n to the darkest, deepest dens. With its long streaky rays it shimmers. |