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If unprepared, however, this man drink,
He hath not, as you know, an hour to live.
He's my good friend, with whom 'twill prosper well;
And straight a bumper for him pour ! [The Witch, with extraordinary gestures, describes a circle, and
places strange things within it. The glasses meanwhile begin to ring, the caldron to sound, and to make music. Lastly, she brings a great book; places the MONKEYS in the circle to serve her as a desk, and to hold the torches. She beckons Faust to
Tell me, to what doth all this tend ?
I've known and hated long enough.
Pray don't be so fastidious! She
[He compels Faust to enter the circle. [The Witch, with great emphasis, begins to declaim from the book.]
This must thou ken :
This is the witch's one-time-one !
I know it well, so rings the book throughout;
'Tis still the fashion as it used to be,
That there must needs therein be something to conceive. The Witch [continues] — The lofty power
Of wisdom's dower,
Unsought it is revealed.
My brain it doth well-nigh confound.
Methinks I hear in chorus roar.
Hand us thy liquor without more delay.
Who oft hath drunk good draughts. [The Witch, with many ceremonies, pours the liquor into a cup; as
Faust lifts it to his mouth, a light flame arises.
No hesitation! It will prove
[The Witch dissolves the circle. Faust steps out.
And if to pleasure thee I aught can do,
Pray on Walpurgis mention thy request.
That 'twill a singular effect produce.
Come, quick, and let thyself be led by me;
How Cupid stirs and gambols in thy heart. Faust Let me but gaze one moment in the glass !
Too lovely was that female form!
THE HARPER'S SONGS.
(From "Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship.")
Across the portal sounding?
Back from its roof rebounding."
“Bring in that ancient minstrel."
“Hail, gracious king, each noble knight!
Each lovely dame, I greet you!
What heart unmoved may meet you!
Yet deign to list my harping."
The singer turns him to his art,
A thrilling strain he raises;
And on his loved one gazes.
A golden chain be given him.
“ The golden chain give not to me:
Thy boldest knight may wear it,
On lion breast may bear it;
Its yellow glance will please him.