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proud！ 'Tis well and good！ And what you wish； that I could help you to。
Burgher's Daughter
Come； Agatha！ I care not to be seen Walking in public with these witches。
True； My future lover； last St。 Andrew's E'en； In flesh and blood she brought
before my view。
Another
And mine she show'd me also in the glass； A soldier's figure； with companions
bold； I look around； I seek him as I pass； In vain； his form I nowhere can
behold。
Soldiers
Fortress with turrets And walls high in air； Damsel disdainful； Haughty and
fair； There be my prey！ Bold is the venture； Costly the pay！
Hark how the trumpet Thither doth call us； Where either pleasure Or death
may befall us。 Hail to the tumult！ Life's in the field！ Damsel and fortress To us
must yield。
Bold is the venture； Costly the pay！ Gaily the soldier Marches away。
Faust and Wagner … Peasant Dances
Faust
Loosed from their fetters are streams and rills Through the gracious spring …
tide's all … quickening glow； Hope's budding joy in the vale doth blow； Old
Winter back to the savage hills Withdraweth his force； decrepid now。 Thence
only impotent icy grains Scatters he as he wings his flight； Striping with sleet
the verdant plains； But the sun endureth no trace of white； Everywhere growth
and movement are rife； All things investing with hues of life： Though flowers
are lacking； varied of dye； Their colours the motley throng supply。 Turn thee
around； and from this height； Back to the town direct thy sight。 Forth from the
hollow； gloomy gate； Stream forth the masses； in bright array。 Gladly seek
they the sun to … day； The Lord's Resurrection they celebrate： For they
themselves have risen； with joy； From tenement sordid； from cheerless room；
From bonds of toil； from care and annoy； From gable and roof's o'er …
hanging gloom； From crowded alley and narrow street； And from the
churches' awe … breathing night； All now have come forth into the light。 Look；
only look； on nimble feet； Through garden and field how spread the throng；
How o'er the river's ample sheet；
Many a gay wherry glides along； And see； deep sinking in the tide； Pushes the
last boat now away。 E'en from yon far hill's path … worn side； Flash the bright
hues of garments gay。 Hark！ Sounds of village mirth arise； This is the people's
paradise。 Both great and small send up a cheer； Here am I man； I feel it here。
Wagner
Sir Doctor； in a walk with you There's honour and instruction too； Yet here
alone I care not to resort； Because I coarseness hate of every sort。 This
fiddling； shouting； skittling； I detest； I hate the tumult of the vulgar throng； They
roar as by the evil one possess'd； And call it pleasure； call it song。
Peasants （under the linden … tree）
Dance and song
The shepherd for the dance was dress'd； With ribbon； wreath； and coloured
vest； A gallant show displaying。 And round about the linden … tree； They
footed it right merrily。 Juchhe！ Juchhe！ Juchheisa！ Heisa！ He！ So fiddle … bow
was braying
Our swain amidst the circle press'd； He push'd a maiden trimly dress'd； And
jogg'd her with his elbow； The buxom damsel turn'd her head； 〃Now that's a
stupid trick！〃 she said Juchhe！ Juchhe！ Juchheisa！ Heisa！ He！ Don't be so
rude； good fellow！
Swift in the circle they advanced； They danced to right； to left they danced；
And all the skirts were swinging。 And they grew red； and they grew warm；
Panting； they rested arm in arm； Juchhe！ Juchhe！ Juchheisa！ Heisa！ He！ To
hip their elbow bringing。
Don't make so free！ How many a maid Has been betroth'd and then betray'd；
And has repented after！ Yet still he flatter'd her aside； And from the linden； far
and wide； Juchhe！ Juchhe！ Juchheisa！ Heisa！ He！ Rang fiddle … bow and
laughter。
Old Peasant
Doctor； 'tis really kind of you； To condescend to come this way； A highly
learned man like you； To join our mirthful throng to … day。 Our fairest cup I
offer you； which we with sparkling drink have crown'd； And pledging you； I
pray aloud； That every drop within its round； While it your present thirst
allays； May swell the number of your days。
Faust
I take the cup you kindly reach； Thanks and prosperity to each！ （The crowd
gather round in a circle。）
Old Peasant
Ay； truly！ 'tis well done； that you Our festive meeting thus attend； You； who in
evil days of yore； So often show'd yourself our friend！ Full many a one stands
living here； Who from the fever's deadly blast； Your father rescu'd； when his
skill The fatal sickness stay'd at last。 A young man then； each house you
sought； Where reign'd the mortal pestilence。 Corpse after corpse was carried
forth； But still unscath'd you issued thence。 Sore then your trials and severe；
The Helper yonder aids the helper here。
All
Heaven bless the trusty friend； and long To help the poor his life prolong！
Faust
To Him above in homage bend； Who prompts the helper and Who help doth
send。 （He proceeds with Wagner。）
Wagner
What feelings； great man； must thy breast inspire； At homage paid thee by this
crowd！ Thrice blest Who from the gifts by him possessed Such benefit can
draw！ The sire Thee to his boy with reverence shows； They press around；
inquire； advance； Hush'd is the fiddle； check'd the dance。 Where thou dost
pass they stand in rows； And each aloft his bonnet throws； But little fails and
they to thee； As though the Host came by； would bend the knee。
Faust
A few steps further； up to yonder stone！ Here rest we from our walk。 In times
long past； Absorb'd in thought； here oft I sat alone； And disciplin'd myself
with prayer and fast。 Then rich in hope； with faith sincere； With sighs； and
hands in anguish press'd； The end of that sore plague； with many a tear； From
heaven's dread Lord； I sought to wrest。 The crowd's applause assumes a
scornful tone。 Oh； could'st thou in my inner being read； How little either sire
or son； Of such renown deserves the meed！ My sire； of good repute； and
sombre mood； O'er nature's powers and every mystic zone； With honest zeal；
but methods of his own； With toil fantastic loved to brood； His time in dark
alchemic cell； With brother adepts he would spend； And there antagonists
compel； Through numberless receipts to blend。 A ruddy lion there； a suitor
bold； In tepid bath was with the lily wed。 Thence both； while open flames
around them roll'd； Were tortur'd to another bridal bed。 Was then the youthful
queen descried With varied colours in the flask； This was our medicine； the
patients died； 〃Who were restored？〃 none cared to ask。 With our infernal
mixture thus； ere long； These hills and peaceful vales among； We rag'd more
fiercely than the pest； Myself the deadly poison did to thousands give； They
pined away； I yet must live； To hear the reckless murderers blest。
Wagner
Why let this thought your soul o'ercast？ Can man do more than with nice skill；
With firm and conscientious will； Practise the art transmitted from the