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time； Echo's voice prolongs the chime。
To … whit！ To … whoo！ It sounds more near； Plover； owl and jay appear； All
awake； around； above？ Paunchy salamanders too Peer； long … limbed； the
bushes through！ And； like snakes； the roots of trees
Coil themselves from rock and sand； Stretching many a wondrous band； Us
to frighten； us to seize； From rude knots with life embued； Polyp … fangs
abroad they spread； To snare the wanderer！ 'Neath our tread； Mice； in
myriads； thousand … hued； Through the heath and through the moss！ And the
fire … flies' glittering throng； Wildering escort； whirls along； Here and there； our
path across。 Tell me； stand we motionless； Or still forward do we press？ All
things round us whirl and fly； Rocks and trees make strange grimaces；
Dazzling meteors change their places； How they puff and multiply！
Mephistopheles
Now grasp my doublet … we at last A central peak have reached； which
shows； If round a wondering glance we cast； How in the mountain Mammon
glows；
Faust
How through the chasms strangely gleams； A lurid light； like dawn's red glow；
Pervading with its quivering beams； The gorges of the gulf below！ Here
vapours rise； there clouds float by； Here through the mist the light doth shine；
Now； like a fount； it bursts on high； Meanders now； a slender line； Far
reaching； with a hundred veins； Here through the valley see it glide； Here；
where its force the gorge restrains； At once it scatters； far and wide； Anear；
like showers of golden sand Strewn broadcast； sputter sparks of light： And
mark yon rocky walls that stand Ablaze； in all their towering height！
Mephistopheles
Doth not Sir Mammon for this fete Grandly illume his palace！ Thou Art lucky
to have seen it； now； The boisterous guests； I feel； are coming straight。
Faust
How through the air the storm doth whirl！ Upon my neck it strikes with
sudden shock。
Mephistopheles
Cling to these ancient ribs of granite rock； Else to yon depths profound it you
will hurl。 A murky vapour thickens night。 Hark！ Through the woods the
tempests roar！ The owlets flit in wild affright。 Hark！ Splinter'd are the columns
that upbore The leafy palace； green for aye： The shivered branches whirr and
sigh； Yawn the huge trunks with mighty groan。 The roots upriven； creak and
moan！ In fearful and entangled fall； One crashing ruin whelms them all； While
through the desolate abyss； Sweeping the wreck … strewn precipice； The
raging storm … blasts howl and hiss！ Aloft strange voices dost thou hear？
Distant now and now more near？ Hark！ the mountain ridge along； Streameth
a raving magic … song！
Witches And Wizards Chorus … Visions And Dances
Witches （in chorus）
Now to the Brocken the witches hie； The stubble is yellow； the corn is green；
Thither the gathering legions fly； And sitting aloft is Sir Urian seen： O'er stick
and o'er stone they go whirling along； Witches and he … goats； a motley
throng；
Voices
Alone old Baubo's coming now； She rides upon a farrow sow。
Chorus
Honour to her； to whom honour is due！ Forward； Dame Baubo！ Honour to
you！ A goodly sow and mother thereon； The whole witch chorus follows
anon。
Voice
Which way didst come？
Voice
O'er Ilsenstein！ There I peep'd in an owlet's nest。 With her broad eye she
gazed in mine！
Voice
Drive to the devil； thou hellish pest！ Why ride so hard？
Voice
She has graz'd my side； Look at the wounds； how deep and how wide！
Witches （in chorus）
The way is broad； the way is long； What mad pursuit！ What tumult wild！
Scratches the besom and sticks the prong； Crush'd is the mother； and stifled
the child。
Wizards （half chorus）
Like house … encumber'd snail we creep； While far ahead the women keep；
For when to the devil's house we speed； By a thousand steps they take the
lead。
The Other Half
Not so； precisely do we view it； They with a thousand steps may do it； But let
them hasten as they can； With one long bound 'tis clear'd by man。
Voices （above）
Come with us； come with us from Felsensee。
Voices （from below）
Aloft to you we would mount with glee！ We wash； and free from all stain are
we； Yet barren evermore must be！
Both Choruses
The wind is hushed； the stars grow pale； The pensive moon her light doth veil；
And whirling on； the magic choir Sputters forth sparks of drizzling fire。
Voice （from below）
Stay！ stay！
Voice （from above）
What voice of woe Calls from the cavern'd depths below？
Voice （from below）
Take me with you！ Oh take me too！ Three centuries I climb in vain； And yet
can ne'er the summit gain！ To be with my kindred I am fain。
Both Choruses
Broom and pitch … fork； goat and prong； Mounted on these we whirl along；
Who vainly strives to climb to … night； Is evermore a luckless wight！
Demi … Witch （below）
I hobble after； many a day； Already the others are far away！ No rest at home
can I obtain Here too my efforts are in vain！
Chorus of Witches
Salve gives the witches strength to rise； A rag for a sail does well enough； A
goodly ship is every trough； To … night who flies not； never flies。
Both Choruses
And when the topmost peak we round； Then alight ye on the ground； The
heath's wide regions cover ye With your mad swarms of witchery！
（They let themselves down。）
Mephistopleles
They crowd and jostle； whirl and flutter！ They whisper； babble； twirl； and
splutter！ They glimmer； sparkle； stink and flare A true witch … element！
Beware！ Stick close！ else we shall severed be。 Where art thou？
Faust （in the distance）
Here！
Mephistopheles
Already； whirl'd so far away！ The master then indeed I needs must play。 Give
ground！ Squire Voland comes！ Sweet folk； give ground！ Here； doctor； grasp
me！ With a single bound Let us escape this ceaseless jar； Even for me too
mad these people are。 Hard by there shineth something with peculiar glare；
Yon brake allureth me； it is not far； Come； come along with me！ we'll slip in
there。
Faust
Spirit of contradiction！ Lead！ I'll follow straight！ 'Twas wisely done； however；
to repair On May … night to the Brocken； and when there By our own choice
ourselves to isolate！
Mephistopheles
Mark； of those flames the motley glare！ A merry club assembles there。 In a
small circle one is not alone。
Faust
I'd rather be above； though； I must own！ Already fire and eddying smoke I
view； The impetuous millions to the devil ride； Full many a riddle will be there
untied。
Mephistopheles
Ay！ and full many a riddle tied anew。 But let the great world rave and riot！
Here will we house ourselves in quiet。 A custom 'tis of ancient date； Our
lesser worlds within the great world to create！ Young witches there I see；
naked and bare； And old ones； veil'd more prudently。 For my sake only
courteous be！ The trouble's small； the sport is rare。 Of instruments I hear the
cursed din One must get used to it。 Come in！ come in！ There's now no help
fo