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Margaret （coming out）
Who lieth here？
People
Thy mother's son。
Margaret
Almighty God！ I am undone！
Valentine
I'm dying … 'tis a soon … told tale； And sooner done the deed。 Why； women；
do ye howl and wail？ To my last words give heed！ （All gather round him。） My
Gretchen see！ still young art thou； Art not discreet enough； I trow； Thou dost
thy matters ill； Let this in confidence be said： Since thou the path of shame
dost tread； Tread it with right good will！
Margaret
My brother！ God！ what can this mean？
Valentine
Abstain； Nor dare God's holy name profane！ What's done； alas； is done and
past！ Matters will take their course at last； By stealth thou dost begin with
one； Others will follow him anon； And when a dozen thee have known；
Thou'lt common be to all the town。 When infamy is newly born； In secret she
is brought to light； And the mysterious veil of night O'er head and ears is
drawn； The loathsome birth men fain would slay； But soon； full grown； she
waxes bold； And though not fairer to behold； With brazen front insults the
day： The more abhorrent to the sight； The more she courts the day's pure
light。
The time already I discern； When thee all honest folk will spurn； And shun thy
hated form to meet； As when a corpse infects the street。 Thy heart will sink in
blank despair； When they shall look thee in the face！ A golden chain no more
thou'lt wear！ Nor near the altar take in church thy place！ In fair lace collar
simply dight Thou'lt dance no more with spirits light！ In darksome corners
thou wilt bide； Where beggars vile and cripples hide； And e'en though God
thy crime forgive； On earth； a thing accursed； thou'lt live！
Martha
Your parting soul to God commend！ Your dying breath in slander will you
spend？
Valentine
Could I but reach thy wither'd frame； Thou wretched beldame； void of
shame！ Full measure I might hope to win Of pardon then for every sin。
Margaret
Brother！ what agonizing pain！
Valentine
I tell thee； from vain tears abstain！ 'Twas thy dishonour pierced my heart； Thy
fall the fatal death … stab gave。 Through the death … sleep I now depart To
God； a soldier true and brave。 （dies。）
In The Cathedral
Service； Organ； and Anthem
Margaret amongst a number of people
Evil … Spirit behind Margaret
Evil … Spirit
How different； Gretchen； was it once with thee； When thou； still full of
innocence； Here to the altar camest； And from the small and well … conn'd
book Didst lisp thy prayer； Half childish sport； Half God in thy young heart！
Gretchen！ What thoughts are thine？ What deed of shame Lurks in thy sinful
heart？ Is thy prayer utter'd for thy mother's soul； Who into long； long torment
slept through thee？ Whose blood is on thy threshold？ … And stirs there not
already 'neath thy heart Another quick'ning pulse； that even now Tortures
itself and thee With its foreboding presence？
Margaret
Woe！ Woe！ Oh could I free me from the thoughts That hither； thither； crowd
upon my brain； Against my will！
Chorus
Dies irae； dies illa； Solvet saeclum in favilla。
（The organ sounds。）
Evil … Spirit
Grim horror seizes thee！ The trumpet sounds！ The graves are shaken！ And
thy heart From ashy rest For torturing flames A new created； Trembles into
life！
Margaret
Would I were hence！ It is as if the organ Choked my breath； As if the choir
Melted my inmost heart！
Chorus
Judex ergo cum sedebit； Quidquid latet adparebit； Nil inultum remanebit。
Margaret
I feel oppressed！ The pillars of the wall Imprison me！ The vaulted roof
Weighs down upon me！ … air！
Evil … Spirit
Wouldst hide thee？ sin and shame Remain not hidden！ Air！ light！ Woe's thee！
Chorus
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus？ Quem patronum rogaturus！ Cum vix justus sit
securus。
Evil … Spirit
The glorified their faces turn Away from thee！ Shudder the pure to reach
Their hands to thee！ Woe！
Chorus
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus
Margaret
Neighbour！ your smelling bottle！
（She swoons away。）
Walpurgis … Night
Act four； scene one； 〃Walpurgis Night〃 theme from the opera 〃Faust〃 1859；
by Charles Gounod。 Over the heather； marshes； meadows； Light as a feather；
Eerie shadows； Airily flashing lower； higher； flaming and flashing； glowing fire；
they float； they hover； below； above； In fields of clover； In wood and grove；
Flames burning brightly； Rays blazing red； Souls drifting lightly； Souls of the
dead。
The Hartz Mountains。 District of Schierke and Elend
Faust and Mephistopheles
Mephistopheles
A broomstick dost thou not at least desire？ The roughest he … goat fain would
I bestride； By this road from our goal we're still far wide。
Faust
While fresh upon my legs； so long I naught require； Except this knotty staff。
Beside； What boots it to abridge a pleasant way？ Along the labyrinth of these
vales to creep； Then scale these rocks； whence； in eternal spray； Adown the
cliffs the silvery fountains leap： Such is the joy that seasons paths like these！
Spring weaves already in the birchen trees； E'en the late pine … grove feels her
quickening powers； Should she not work within these limbs of ours？
Mephistopheles
Naught of this genial influence do I know！ Within me all is wintry。 Frost and
snow I should prefer my dismal path to bound。 How sadly； yonder； with
belated glow Rises the ruddy moon's imperfect round； Shedding so faint a
light； at every tread One's sure to stumble 'gainst a rock or tree！ An Ignis
Fatuus I must call instead。 Yonder one burning merrily； I see。 Holla！ my
friend！ may I request your light？ Why should you flare away so uselessly？ Be
kind enough to show us up the height！
Ignis Fatuus
Through reverence； I hope I may subdue The lightness of my nature； true； Our
course is but a zigzag one。
Mephistopheles
Ho！ ho！
So men； forsooth； he thinks to imitate！ Now； in the devil's name； for once go
straight！ Or out at once your flickering life I'll blow。
Ignis Fatuus
That you are master here is obvious quite； To do your will； I'll cordially essay；
Only reflect！ The hill is magic … mad to … night； And if to show the path you
choose a meteor's light； You must not wonder should we go astray。
Faust； Mephistopheles； Ignis Fatuus （in alternate song）
Through the dream and magic … sphere； As it seems； we now are speeding；
Honour win； us rightly leading； That betimes we may appear In yon wide and
desert region！
Trees on trees； a stalwart legion； Swiftly past us are retreating； And the cliffs
with lowly greeting； Rocks long … snouted； row on row； How they snort； and
how they blow！
Through the stones and heather springing； Brook and brooklet haste below；
Hark the rustling！ Hark the singing！ Hearken to love's plaintive lays； Voices of
those heavenly days What we hope； and what we love！ Like a tale of olden
time； Echo's voice prolongs the chime。
To … whit！ To … whoo！ It sounds more near； Plover； owl