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                 LIBRETTOS

                  FRENCH
             AND ENGLISH TEXT
     AND MUSIC OF THE PRINCIPAL AIRS

                   FAUST

                    BY
                  GOUNOD

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                                GRAND OPERAS

   =AIDA=                           =Giuseppe Verdi= =2.50=
      In four acts. Italian text

   =BOHEMIAN GIRL=                =Michael W. Balfe= =2.00=
      In three acts

   =CARMEN=                          =Georges Bizet= =2.50=
      In four acts. French text

   =CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA=          =Pietro Mascagni= =2.00=
      In one act. Italian text

   =FAUST=                          =Charles Gounod= =2.00=
      In five acts. French text

   =LAKME=                             =Leo Delibes= =3.00=
      In three acts

   =MARITANA=              =William Vincent Wallace= =2.50=
      In three acts

   =MIGNON=                        =Ambroise Thomas= =2.50=
      In three acts. Italian text

   =SAMSON AND DELILAH=        =Camille Saint-Saens= =2.50=
      In three acts

   =TROVATORE, IL=                  =Giuseppe Verdi= =2.00=
      In four acts. Italian text


                                LIGHT OPERAS

   =BELLS OF CORNEVILLE, THE;
      or, THE CHIMES OF NORMANDY=
       In three acts             =Robert Planquette= =2.50=

   =BILLEE TAYLOR; or, THE REWARD OF VIRTUE=
       In two acts                  =Edward Solomon= =1.50=

   =BOCCACCIO; or, THE PRINCE OF PALERMO=
       In three acts               =Franz von Suppe= =2.50=

   =DOCTOR OF ALCANTARA, THE=
       In two acts                 =Julius Eichberg= =1.50=

   =FATINITZA=                     =Franz von Suppe= =2.50=
       In three acts. German and Italian text

   =MARTHA=                   =Friedrich von Flotow= =2.50=
       In four acts. German and Italian text

   =MASCOT, THE=                     =Edmond Audran= =2.50=
       In three acts

   =OLIVETTE=                        =Edmond Audran= =2.00=
       In three acts

   =PINAFORE, H. M. S.; or, THE LASS THAT
      LOVED A SAILOR=
      In two acts              =Sir Arthur Sullivan= =1.50=

   =SORCERER, THE=             =Sir Arthur Sullivan= =1.75=
       In two acts

   =STRADELLA=                =Friedrich von Flotow= =2.00=
       In three acts

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                        FAUST

           _A LYRIC DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS_

                        BOOK BY
               J. BARBIER AND M. CARRE

                       MUSIC BY
                    CHARLES GOUNOD

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                       CHARACTERS

  FAUST                                       _Tenor_
  MEPHISTOPHELES                      _Bass-Baritone_
  VALENTINE, MARGUERITE'S BROTHER          _Baritone_
  WAGNER, A STUDENT                        _Baritone_
  MARGUERITE                                _Soprano_
  SIEBEL, A YOUTH                           _Soprano_
  MARTHA, FRIEND OF MARGUERITE        _Mezzo-Soprano_

  PEASANTS, TOWNSPEOPLE, SOLDIERS, STUDENTS, PRIESTS, BOYS, ETC.
         The scene is in Germany in the sixteenth century.




PREFATORY NOTE

The legend of the magician Faust and his compact with the Devil comes
from remote antiquity. At first in the form of folk tales in many
lands, through ballads and the primitive drama it found its way into
literature. It remained for the master-poet, Goethe, to fuse all the
elements of the legend into an imaginative drama of unequaled ethical
and poetic interest, to give the story the form in which it appeals
most strongly to the modern mind.

Innumerable musical works of every form have drawn inspiration from
the story of Faust. Wagner's concert-overture, Liszt's symphony, and
the beautiful fragments by Schumann are among the noblest of such
works. Stage versions of the legend have been numerous, but the first
really poetic creation was Spohr's opera of "Faust," composed in 1813.
Since its appearance there has been an abundance of Faust operas by
English, German, French and Italian composers down to the imaginative
but fragmentary "Mefistofele" of Boito (1868). But of all the stage
versions that have claimed the public attention, that of Barbier and
Carre, made after Goethe's drama and set to music by Charles Gounod, is
far and away the most popular, and may be regarded, in its lyric dress,
as the most successful also. There exists scarcely a single rival to
the popularity of Gounod's "Faust" among opera-goers.

The love story with which the French librettists concerned themselves
exclusively is wholly Goethe's conception, and finds no place in the
old legends concerning the magician Faust. With true Gallic instinct
they seized this pathetic episode as being best adapted for a lyric
setting, and making the most potent appeal to the emotions of the
spectators. But to the composer himself is due the credit of suggesting
the story of Faust as a suitable subject for musical treatment.




THE STORY OF THE ACTION


ACT I.--Faust, an aged philosopher, who has grown weary of life, and
of the vain search for the source of all knowledge, decides, after a
nightlong vigil, to end his existence by taking poison. In the act
of raising the cup to his lips his hand is arrested by the sound of
merry voices of maidens singing in the early morning of the joy of
living. Again he essays to drink, but pauses to listen to the song of
the reapers on their way to the fields, voicing their gratitude to
God. Excited to a frenzy of rage, Faust curses all that is good and
calls upon the Evil One to aid him. Mephistopheles appears, and offers
gold, glory, boundless power; but the aged doctor craves youth, its
passions and delights. The fiend agrees that all shall be his if he
but sign a compact, by which the devil serves Faust on earth, but in
the hereafter below the relation is to be reversed. Faust wavers at
first, but a vision of Marguerite appears, which inflames his ardor and
dispels his hesitation; he drinks the potion and is transformed into a
young and handsome man.


ACT II.--A Kermesse or town fair. Groups of students, soldiers, old
men, maids and matrons fill the scene. Valentine, the brother of
Marguerite, about to leave for the wars, commends his sister to the
care of Siebel, who timidly adores her. While Wagner, a student, is
attempting a song, he is interrupted by Mephistopheles who volunteers
to sing him a better one (the mocking "Calf of Gold"). Then the fiend
causes a fiery liquor to flow miraculously from the tavern sign, and
proposes the health of Marguerite. Valentine resents the insult, but
his sword is broken in his hand, and Mephistopheles draws a magic
circle around himself and bids defiance to the rapiers of the soldiers.
These, now suspecting his evil nature, hold their cruciform sword-hilts
toward Mephistopheles, who cowers away at the holy symbol. The fete is
resumed; in the midst of the revelry Marguerite enters, returning home
from church. Faust offers to escort her home, but she timidly declines
his assistance, and leaves him enamoured of her beauty. The act closes
with a merry dance of the townspeople.


ACT III.--The scene shows the garden of Marguerite's dwelling. Siebel
enters to leave a nosegay on the doorstep of his charmer. The flowers
he plucks wither at his touch, due to an evil spell cast upon him by
the fiend, which he, however, breaks by dipping his hand in holy water.
Faust and Mephistopheles conceal themselves in the garden after having
left a casket of jewels on the doorstep near Siebel's modest offering.
Marguerite returns home and seats herself at the spinning-wheel,
singing the while a song of the "King of Thule." But she interrupts the
song to dream of the handsome stranger who had spoken to her at the
fete. Upon discovering the jewels, she cannot forbear to adorn herself.
While thus occupied, Faust and his evil ally appear. The latter engages
the girl's flighty neighbor, Martha, in conversation, while Faust
pleads his passion's cause successfully with Marguerite.


ACT IV.--Betrayed and deserted by her lover, Marguerite must bear the
scorn of her former companions. Siebel alone is faithful, and speaks
comforting words. She goes to the church to pray; but her supplications
are interrupted by the mocking fiend at her elbow, by the accusing
cries of demons, and by the stern chants of the worshipers. Finally
Mephistopheles appears to the sight of the wretched girl, who swoons
with terror.

The return of the victorious soldiers brings back Valentine, who
hears evil stories of his sister's condition. Aroused by an insulting
serenade which Mephistopheles, accompanied by Faust, sings beneath
Marguerite's window, Valentine engages in a duel with the latter and is
wounded to the death. Dying, he curses Marguerite, who comes from the
church to his side, and accuses her of bringing him to his end.


ACT V.--Marguerite, her reason shaken by her misfortunes, has killed
her child, and for this crime she is thrown into prison, and condemned
to die. Faust, aided by Mephistopheles, obtains access to her cell
and urges her to fly with him; but her poor mind cannot grasp the
situation, and recurs only to the scenes of their love. When she sees
Faust's companion, she turns from him in horror, falls upon her knees,
and implores the mercy of heaven. As she sinks in death, Mephistopheles
pronounces her damned, but a heavenly voice proclaims her pardoned; and
while a celestial choir chants the Easter hymn the soul of Marguerite
is seen borne up to heaven by angels. Faust falls to his knees, and the
devil crouches beneath the shining sword of an archangel.

First performed at the Theatre Lyrique, Paris, March 19, 1859,
with the following cast:

  LE DOCTEUR FAUST                _MM. Barbot_
  MEPHISTOPHELES                    _Balanque_
  VALENTIN                           _Reynald_
  WAGNER                               _Cibot_
  MARGUERITE           _Mmes. Miolan-Carvalho_
  SIEBEL                              _Faivre_
  MARTHA                              _Duclos_




ACT I.


SCENE I.

_Faust's Study._

(Night. FAUST discovered, alone. He is seated at a table covered
with books and parchments; an open book lies before him. His lamp is
flickering in the socket.)

_Faust._ No! In vain hath my soul aspired, with ardent longing,
         All to know,--all in earth and heaven.
         No light illumines the visions, ever thronging
         My brain; no peace is given,
         And I linger, thus sad and weary,
         Without power to sunder the chain
         Binding my soul to life always dreary.
         Nought do I see! Nought do I know!
    (He closes the book and rises. Day begins to dawn.)

         Again 'tis light!
         On its westward course flying,
         The somber night vanishes.
                    (Despairingly.)
         Again the light of a new day!
         O death! when will thy dusky wings
         Above me hover and give me--rest?

                (Seizing a flask on the table.)
         Well, then! Since death thus evades me,
         Why should I not go in search of him?
         Hail, my final day, all hail!
         No fears my heart assail;
         On earth my days I number;
         For this draught immortal slumber
         Will secure me, and care dispel!

    (Pours liquid from the flask into a crystal goblet. Just as he is
about to raise it to his lips, the following chorus is heard, without.)

_Cho. of Maidens._ Why thy eyes so lustrous
         Hidest thou from sight?
         Bright Sol now is scatt'ring
         Beams of golden light;
         The nightingale is warbling
         Its carol of love;
         Rosy tints of morning
         Now gleam from above;
         Flow'rs unfold their beauty
         To the scented gale;
         Nature all awakens--
         Of love tells its tale.

_Faust._ Hence, empty sounds of human joys
         Flee far from me.
         O goblet, which my ancestors
         So many times have filled,
         Why tremblest thou in my grasp?
              (Again raising the goblet to his lips.)
_Cho. of Laborers_
                    (without).
         The morn into the fields doth summon us,
         The swallow hastes away!
         Why tarry, then?
         To labor let's away! to work let's on,
         The sky is bright, the earth is fair,
         Our tribute, then, let's pay to heav'n.

_Cho. of Maidens and Laborers._
         Praises to God!

_Faust._ God! God!
              (He sinks into a chair.)
         But this God, what will he do for me?
                      (Rising.)
         Will he return to me youth, love, and faith?
                    (With rage.)
         Cursed be all of man's vile race!
         Cursed be the chains which bind him in his place!
         Cursed be visions false, deceiving!
         Cursed the folly of believing!
         Cursed be dreams of love or hate!
         Cursed be souls with joy elate.
         Cursed be science, prayer, and faith!
         Cursed my fate in life and death!
              Infernal king, arise!

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._
               (suddenly appearing).
         Here am I! So, I surprise you?
         SATAN, Sir, at your service!
         A sword at my side; on my hat a gay feather;--
         A cloak o'er my shoulder; and altogether,
         Why, gotten up quite in the fashion!
                     (Briskly.)
         But come, Doctor Faust, what is your will?
         Behold! Speak! Are you afraid of me?

_Faust._ No.

_Mep._   Do you doubt my power?

_Faust._ Perhaps.

_Mep._   Prove it, then.

_Faust._ Begone!

_Mep._   Fie! Fie! Is this your politeness!
         But learn, my friend, that with Satan
         One should conduct in a different way.
         I've entered your door with infinite trouble.
         Would you kick me out the very same day?

_Faust._ Then what will you do for me?

_Mep._   Anything in the world! All things. But
         Say first what you would have.
         Abundance of gold?

_Faust._ And what can I do with riches?

_Mep._   Good. I see where the shoe pinches.
         You will have glory.

_Faust._ Still wrong.

_Mep._   Power, then.

_Faust._ No. I would have a treasure
         Which contains all. I wish for youth.
         Oh! I would have pleasure,
         And love, and caresses,
         For youth is the season
         When joy most impresses.
         One round of enjoyment,
         One scene of delight,
         Should be my employment
         From day-dawn till night.
         Oh, I would have pleasure,
         And love, and caresses;
         If youth you restore me,
         My joys I'll renew!

_Mep._   'Tis well--all thou desirest I can give thee.

_Faust._ Ah! but what must I give in return?

_Mep._   'Tis but little:
         In this world I will be thy slave,
         But down below thou must be mine.

_Faust._ Below!

_Mep._   Below.
                  (Unfolding a scroll.)
         Come, write. What! does thy hand tremble?
         Whence this dire trepidation?
         'Tis youth that now awaits thee--Behold!

(At a sign from MEPHISTOPHELES, the scene opens
and discloses MARGUERITE, spinning.)

_Faust._ Oh, wonder!

_Mep._   Well, how do you like it?
                 (Taking parchment.)
_Faust._ Give me the scroll!
                     (Signs.)
_Mep._   Come on then! And now, master,
                  (Taking cup from the table.)
         I invite thee to empty a cup,
         In which there is neither poison nor death,
         But young and vigorous life.

_Faust._
               (Taking cup and turning toward Marguerite.)
         O beautiful, adorable vision! I drink to thee!

    (He drinks the contents of the cup, and is transformed
  into a young and handsome man. The vision disappears.)

_Mep._   Come, then.

_Faust._ Say, shall I again behold her?

_Mep._   Most surely!

_Faust._ When?

_Mep._   This very day!

_Faust._ 'Tis well.

_Mep._   Then let's away.

_Both._  'Tis pleasure I covet,
         'Tis beauty I crave;
         I sigh for its kisses,
         Its love I demand!
         With ardor unwonted
         I long now to burn;
         I sigh for the rapture
         Of heart and of sense.

               (Exeunt. The curtain falls.)




ACT II.


SCENE I.

_The Kermesse._

  (One of the city gates. To the left, an Inn,
    bearing the sign of the god Bacchus.)

  WAGNER, Students, Burghers, Soldiers, Maidens, and Matrons.

_Studs._ Wine or beer, now, which you will!
         So the glass quick you fill!
         And replenish at our need:
         At our bouts we drink with speed!

_Wag._   Now, young tipplers at the cask,
         Don't refuse what I ask--
         Drink to glory! drink to love!
         Drain the sparkling glass!

_Studs._ We young tipplers at the cask
         Won't refuse what you ask--
         Here's to glory! here's to love!
         Drain the sparkling glass!
                   (They drink.)

_Soldiers._ Castles, hearts, or fortresses,
              Are to us all one.
            Strong towers, maids with fair tresses,
              By the brave are won;
            He, who hath the art to take them,
              Shows no little skill;
            He, who knows the way to keep them,
              Hath more wisdom still.

_Citizens._ On holy-days and feast-days,
         I love to talk of war and battles.
         While the toiling crowds around
         Worry their brains with affairs,
         I stroll calmly to this retreat
         On the banks of the gliding river,
         And behold the boats which pass
         While I leisurely empty my glass.

             (Citizens and soldiers go to back of stage.)
             (A group of young girls enters.)

_Girls._ Merry fellows come this way,
         Yes, they now advance;
         Let us, then, our steps delay,
         Just to take one glance.

       (They go to right of stage.
        A second chorus of students enters after them.)

_Studs._ Sprightly maidens now advance,
         Watch their conquering airs;
         Friends be guarded, lest a glance
         Take you unawares.

_Matrons._
             (watching the students and young girls).
         Behold the silly damsels,
         And the foolish young men;
         We were once as young as they are,
         And as pretty again.
   (All join in the following chorus, each singing as follows.)

_Mats._         (to the Maidens).
            Ye strive hard to please,
            Your object is plain.

_Studs._    Beer or wine, wine or beer,
            Nought care I, with heart of cheer.

_Soldiers._ On, then, let's on;
            Brave soldiers are we,
            To conquest we'll on.

_Citizens._ Come, neighbor! In this fine weather
            Let us empty a bottle together!

_Maidens._  They wish to please us, but 'tis in vain!
            If you are angry, little you'll gain.

_Young Students._ They are bright little maidens, 'tis plain;
                  We'll contrive their favor to gain.

    (The soldiers and students, laughing, separate the women.
       All the groups depart.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

  WAGNER, SIEBEL, VALENTINE, Students, and afterwards MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Val._
   (advancing from the back of the stage and holding in his hand
  a small silver medal).
         O sacred medallion,
           Gift of my sister dear
           To ward off danger and fear,
         As I charge with my brave battalion,
           Rest thou upon my heart.

_Wag._   Here comes Valentine, in search of us, doubtless.

_Val._   Let us drain the parting cup, comrades,
         It is time we were on the road.

_Wag._   What sayst thou?
         Why this sorrowful farewell?

_Val._   Like you, I soon must quit these scenes,
         Leaving behind me Marguerite.
         Alas! my mother no longer lives,
         To care for and protect her.

_Sie._   More than one friend hast thou
         Who faithfully will thy place supply.

_Val._   My thanks!

_Sie._   On me you may rely.

_Stud._  In us thou surely mayst confide.

_Val._   Even bravest heart may swell
         In the moment of farewell.
         Loving smile of sister kind,
         Quiet home I leave behind.
         Oft shall I think of you
         Whene'er the wine-cup passes round,
         When alone my watch I keep.
         But when danger to glory shall call me,
         I still will be first in the fray,
         As blithe as a knight in his bridal array.
         Careless what fate shall befall me
         When glory shall call me.

_Wag._   Come on, friends! No tears nor vain alarms;
         Quaff we good wine, to the success of our arms!
         Drink, boys, drink!
         In a joyous refrain
         Bid farewell, till we meet again.

_Cho._   We'll drink! Fill high!
         Once more in song our voices
         Let us raise.

_Wag._
             (mounting on a table).
         A rat, more coward than brave,
           And with an exceedingly ugly head,
         Lodged in a sort of hole or cave,
           Under an ancient hogshead.
           A cat--

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE III.

MEPHISTOPHELES and the preceding.

_Mep._
 (appearing suddenly among the students and interrupting WAGNER).
         Good sir!

_Wag._   What!

_Mep._   If it so please ye I should wish
         To mingle with ye a short time.
         If your good friend will kindly end his song,
         I'll tell ye a few things well worth the hearing.

_Wag._   One will suffice, but let that one be good.

_Mep._   My utmost I will do
         Your worships not to bore.

                        I.
         Calf of Gold! aye in all the world
         To your mightiness they proffer,
         Incense at your fane they offer
         From end to end of all the world.
         And in honor of the idol
         Kings and peoples everywhere
         To the sound of jingling coins
         Dance with zeal in festive circle,
         Round about the pedestal.
         Satan, he conducts the ball.

                        II.
         Calf of Gold, strongest god below!
         To his temple overflowing
         Crowds before his vile shape bowing,
         The monster dares insult the skies.
         With contempt he views around him
         All the vaunted human race,
         As they strive in abject toil,
         As with souls debased they circle
         Round about the pedestal.
         Satan, he conducts the ball.

_All._   Satan, he conducts the ball.

_Cho._   A strange story this of thine.

_Val._
                 (aside).
         And stranger still is he who sings it.

_Wag._
          (offering a cup to MEPHISTOPHELES).
         Will you honor us by partaking of wine?

_Mep._   With pleasure. Ah!
      (Taking WAGNER by the hand, and scrutinizing his palm.)
         Behold what saddens me to view.
         See you this line?

_Wag._   Well!

_Mep._   A sudden death it presages,--
         You will be killed in mounting to th' assault!

_Sie._   You are then a sorcerer!

_Mep._   Even so. And your own hand shows plainly
         To what fate condemns. What flower you would gather
         Shall wither in the grasp.

_Sie._   I?

_Mep._   No more bouquets for Marguerite.

_Val._   My sister! How knew you her name?

_Mep._   Take care, my brave fellow!
         Some one I know is destined to kill you.

                (Taking the cup.)
         Your health, gentlemen!
         Pah! What miserable wine!
         Allow me to offer you some from my cellar?

       (Jumps on the table, and strikes on a little cask,
         surmounted by the effigy of the god Bacchus,
         which serves as a sign to the Inn.)

         What ho! thou god of wine, now give us drink!
          (Wine gushes forth from cask, and
           MEPHISTOPHELES fills his goblet.)
         Approach, my friends!
         Each one shall be served to his liking.
         To your health, now and hereafter!
         To Marguerite!

_Val._   Enough! If I do not silence him,
         And that instantly, I will die.
             (The wine bursts into flame.)

_Wag._   Hola!

_Cho._   Hola!
             (They draw their swords.)
_Mep._   Ah, ha! Why do you tremble so, you who menace me?

       (He draws a circle around him with his sword.
           VALENTINE attacks; his sword is broken.)

_Val._   My sword, O amazement!
         Is broken asunder.

_All_
    (forcing MEPHISTOPHELES to retire by holding toward him the
       cross-shaped handles of their swords).

         Gainst the powers of evil our arms assailing,
         Strongest earthly might is unavailing.
         But thou canst not charm us,
         Look hither!
         While this blest sign we wear
         Thou canst not harm us.

                   (Exeunt.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IV.

MEPHISTOPHELES, then FAUST.

_Mep._
                (replacing his sword).
         We'll meet anon, good sirs,--adieu!

_Faust_
                   (enters).
         Why, what has happened?

_Mep._   Oh, nothing! let us change the subject!
         Say, Doctor, what would you of me?
         With what shall we begin?

_Faust._ Where bides the beauteous maid
         Thine art did show to me?
         Or was't mere witchcraft?

_Mep._   No, but her virtue doth protect her from thee,
         And heaven itself would keep her pure.

_Faust._ It matters not!
         Come, lead me to her,
         Or I straightway abandon thee.

_Mep._   Then I'll comply! 'twere pity you should think
         So meanly of the magic power which I possess.
         Have patience! and to this joyous tune.
         Right sure am I, the maiden will appear.

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE V.

    (Students, with Maidens on their arms, preceded by Musicians,
  take possession of the stage. Burghers in the rear,
  as at the commencement of the act.)

  Students, Maidens, Burghers, etc., afterwards SIEBEL and MARGUERITE.

_Cho._
             (marking waltz time with their feet).
         As the wind that sportively plays,
         At first will light dust only raise,
         Yet, at last, becomes a gale,
         So our dancing and our singing,
         Soft at first, then loudly ringing,
         Will resound o'er hill and dale.

   (The Musicians mount upon the table, and dancing begins.)

_Mep._
                (to FAUST).
         See those lovely young maidens.
         Will you not ask of them
         To accept you?

_Faust._ No! desist from thy idle sport,
         And leave my heart free to reflection.

_Sie._
                    (entering).
         Marguerite this way alone can arrive.

_Some of the Maidens_
               (approaching SIEBEL).
         Pray seek you a partner to join in the dance?

_Sie._   No: it has no charm for me.

_Cho._   As the wind that sportively plays,
         At first will light dust only raise,
         Yet, at last, becomes a gale,
         So our dancing and our singing,
         Soft at first, then loudly ringing,
         Will resound o'er hill and dale.

                  (MARGUERITE enters.)
_Faust._ It is she! behold her!

_Mep._   'Tis well! now, then, approach!

_Sie._
           (perceiving MARGUERITE and approaching her).
         Marguerite!

_Mep._
      (turning round and finding himself face to face with SIEBEL).
         What say you?

_Sie._
                    (aside).
         Malediction! here again!

_Mep._
                    (coaxingly).
         What, here again, dear boy?
                    (laughing).
         Ha, ha! a right good jest!

   (SIEBEL retreats before MEPHISTOPHELES, who then compels him
  to make a circuit of the stage, passing behind the dancers.)

_Faust_
       (approaching MARGUERITE, who crosses the stage).
         Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle,
         To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way?

_Mar._   No, sir. I am no demoiselle, neither am I fair;
         And I have no need to accept your offered arm.
                    (Passes FAUST and retires.)

_Faust_
                (gazing after her).
         What beauty! What grace! What modesty!
         O lovely child, I love thee! I love thee!

_Sie._
      (coming forward, without having seen what has occurred).
         She has gone!

   (He is about to hurry after MARGUERITE, when he suddenly finds
  himself face to face with MEPHISTOPHELES--he hastily turns away
  and leaves the stage.)

_Mep._   Well, Doctor!

_Faust._ Well. She has repulsed me.

_Mep._
                    (laughing).
         Ay, truly, I see, in love,
         You know not how to make the first move.

(He retires with FAUST, in the direction taken by MARGUERITE.)

_Some of the Maidens_
  (who have noticed the meeting between FAUST and MARGUERITE).
          What is it?

_Others._ Marguerite. She has refused the escort
          Of yonder elegant gentleman.

_Studs._
                (approaching).
         Waltz again!

_Maidens._
         Waltz always!




ACT III.


SCENE I.

MARGUERITE's Garden.

    (At the back a wall, with a little door. To the left a bower.
  On the right a pavilion, with a window facing the audience.
  Trees, shrubs, etc.)

    SIEBEL, alone. (He enters through the little door at the back,
  and stops on the threshold of the pavilion, near a group of
  roses and lilies.)

_Sie._
                        I.
         Gently whisper to her of love, dear flow'r;
         Tell her that I adore her,
         And for me, oh, implore her,
         For my heart feels alone for her love's pow'r.

         Say in sighing I languish,
         That for her, in my anguish,
         Beats alone, dearest flow'r,
         My aching heart.
                (Plucks flowers.)
         Alas! they are wither'd!
                (Throws them away.)
         Can the accursed wizard's words be true?

    (Plucks another flower, which, on touching his hand,
  immediately withers.)

         "Thou shalt ne'er touch flower again
         But it shall wither!"
         I'll bathe my hand in holy water!

    (Approaches the pavilion, and dips his fingers in a little
  font suspended to the wall.)

         When day declines, Marguerite hither
         Comes to pray, so we'll try again.

                (Plucks more flowers.)
         Are they wither'd? No!
         Satan, thou art conquer'd!

                        II.
         In these flowers alone I've faith,
         For they will plead for me;
         To her they will reveal
         My hapless state.
         The sole cause of my woe is she,
         And yet she knows it not.
         But in these flowers I've faith,
         For they will plead for me.

    (Plucks flowers in order to make a bouquet,
  and disappears amongst the shrubs.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

MEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST, and SIEBEL.

_Faust._
        (cautiously entering through the garden door).
         We are here!

_Mep_.   Follow me.

_Faust._ Whom dost thou see?

_Mep._   Siebel, your rival.

_Faust._ Siebel?

_Mep._   Hush! He comes.
              (They enter the bower.)

_Sie._
          (entering with a bouquet in his hand).
         My bouquet is charming indeed?

_Mep._
             (aside).
         It is indeed!

_Sie._                            Victory!
         Tomorrow I'll reveal all to her.
         I will disclose to her the secret
         That lies concealed in my heart:
         A kiss will tell the rest.

_Mep._
              (aside, mockingly).
                                  Seducer!

(Exit SIEBEL, after fastening bouquet to the door of the pavilion.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE III.

FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._   Now attend, my dear doctor!
         To keep company with the flowers of our friend,
         I go to bring you a treasure,
         Which outshines them beyond measure,
         And of beauty past believing.

_Faust._ Leave me!

_Mep._   I obey. Deign to await me here.
                   (Disappears.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IV.

FAUST.

_Faust._
                   (alone).
         What new emotion penetrates my soul!
         Love, a pure and holy love, pervades my being.
         O Marguerite, behold me at thy feet!
         All hail, thou dwelling pure and lowly,
         Home of an angel fair and holy,
         All mortal beauty excelling!
         What wealth is here, a wealth outbidding gold,
         Of peace, and love, and innocence untold!
         Bounteous Nature! 'twas here by day thy love was taught her,
         Thou here with kindly care didst o'er-shadow thy daughter
         Through hours of night!
         Here waving tree and flower
         Made her an Eden bower
         Of beauty and delight,
         For one whose very birth
         Brought down heaven to our earth.
         All hail, thou dwelling pure and lowly,
         Home of an angel fair and holy.

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE V.

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._
               (carrying a casket under his arm).
         What ho! see here!
         If flowers are more potent than bright jewels,
         Then I consent to lose my power.

         (Opens the casket and displays the jewels.)

_Faust._ Let us fly; I ne'er will see her more.

_Mep._   What scruple now assails thee?
          (Lays the casket on the threshold of the pavilion.)
         See on yonder step,
         The jewels snugly lie;
         We've reason now to hope.

    (Draws FAUST after him, and disappears in the garden.
  MARGUERITE enters through the doorway at the back,
  and advances silently to the front.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VI.

MARGUERITE.

_Mar._
                    (alone).
         Fain would I know the name
         Of the fair youth I met?
         Fain would I his birth
         And station also know?

    (Seats herself at her wheel in the arbor, and arranges
  the flax upon the spindle.)

                        I.
         "Once there was a king in Thule,
         Who was until death always faithful,
         And in memory of his loved one
         Caused a cup of gold to be made."
                  (Breaking off.)
         His manner was so gentle! 'Twas true politeness.
                  (Resuming the song.)
         "Never treasure prized he so dearly,
         Naught else would use on festive days,
         And always when he drank from it,
         His eyes with tears would be o'erflowing."

                        II.
         (She rises, and takes a few paces.)
         "When he knew that death was near,
         As he lay on his cold couch smiling,
         Once more he raised with greatest effort
         To his lips the golden vase."
                  (Breaking off.)
         I knew not what to say, my face red with blushes!
                  (Resuming the song.)
         "And when he, to honor his lady,
         Drank from the cup the last, last time,
         Soon falling from his trembling grasp,
         Then gently passed his soul away."
         Nobles alone can bear them with so bold a mien,
         So tender, too, withal!
              (She goes toward the pavilion.)
         I'll think of him no more! Good Valentine!
         If heav'n heeds my prayer, we shall meet again.
         Meanwhile I am alone!

    (Suddenly perceiving the bouquet attached to the door
  of the pavilion.)

         Flowers!
                 (Unfastens the bouquet.)
         They are Siebel's, surely!
         Poor faithful boy!
                 (Perceiving the casket.)
         But what is this?
         From whom did this splendid casket come?
         I dare not touch it--
         Yet see, here is the key!--I'll take one look!
         How I tremble--yet why?--can it be
         Much harm just to look in a casket!
                 (Opens the casket and lets the bouquet fall.)
         Oh, heaven! what jewels!
         Can I be dreaming?
         Or am I really awake?
         Ne'er have I seen such costly things before!

       (Puts down the casket on a rustic seat, and kneels down
        in order to adorn herself with the jewels.)

         I should just like to see
         How they'd look upon me
         Those brightly sparkling ear-drops!
               (Takes out the ear-rings.)
         Ah! at the bottom of the casket is a glass:
         I there can see myself!--
         But am I not becoming vain?

  (Puts on the ear-rings, rises, and looks at herself in the glass.)

         Ah! I laugh, as I pass, to look into a glass;
         Is it truly Marguerite, then?
         Is it you?
         Tell me true!
         No, no, no, 'tis not you!
         No, no, that bright face there reflected
         Must belong to a queen!
         It reflects some fair queen, whom I greet as I pass her.
         Ah! could he see me now,
         Here, deck'd like this, I vow,
         He surely would mistake me,
         And for noble lady take me!
         I'll try on the rest.
         The necklace and the bracelets
         I fain would try!
            (She adorns herself with the bracelets and necklace,
                 then rises.)
         Heavens! 'Tis like a hand
         That on mine arm doth rest!
         Ah! I laugh, as I pass, to look into a glass;
         Is it truly Marguerite, then?
         Is it you?
         Tell me true!
         No, no, no, 'tis not you!
         No, no, that bright face there reflected
         Must belong to a queen!
         It reflects some fair queen, whom I greet as I pass her.
         Oh! could he see me now,
         Here, deck'd like this, I vow,
         He surely would mistake me,
         And for noble lady take me!

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VII.

MARGUERITE and MARTHA.

_Mart._  Just heaven! what is't I see?
         How fair you now do seem!
         Why, what has happened?
         Who gave to you these jewels?

_Mar._
                   (confused).
         Alas! by some mistake
         They have been hither brought.

_Mart._  Why so?
         No, beauteous maiden,
         These jewels are for you;
         The gift are they of some enamor'd lord.
         My husband, I must say,
         Was of a less generous turn!

(MEPHISTOPHELES and FAUST enter.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VIII.

MEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST, and the before-named.

_Mep._
                (making a profound bow).
         Tell me, I pray, are you Martha Schwerlein?

_Mart._  Sir, I am!

_Mep._        Pray pardon me,
         If thus I venture to present myself.
                   (Aside, to FAUST.)
         You see your presents
         Are right graciously received.
                   (To MARTHA.)
         Are you, then, Martha Schwerlein?

_Mart._  Sir, I am.

_Mep._   The news I bring
         Is of an unpleasant kind:
         Your much-loved spouse is dead,
         And sends you greeting.

_Mart._  Great heaven!

_Mar._   Why, what has happened?

_Mep._   Stuff!

    (MARGUERITE hastily takes off the jewels, and is about
  to replace them in the casket.)

_Mart._  Oh woe! oh, unexpected news!

_Mar._
                  (aside).
         How beats my heart
         Now he is near!

_Faust_
                  (aside).
         The fever of my love
         Is lull'd when at her side!

_Mep._
                  (to MARTHA).
         Your much-loved spouse is dead,
         And sends you greeting!

_Mart._
               (to MEPHISTOPHELES).
         Sent he nothing else to me?

_Mep._
                  (to MARTHA).
         No. We'll punish him for't;
         Upon this very day
         We'll find him a successor.

_Faust_
                (to MARGUERITE).
         Wherefore lay aside these jewels?

_Mar._
                  (to FAUST).
         Jewels are not made for me;
         'Tis meet I leave them where they are.

_Mep._
                  (to MARTHA).
         Who would not gladly unto
         You present the wedding-ring?

_Mart._
                  (aside).
         Indeed!
             (to MEPHISTOPHELES).
         You think so?

_Mep._
                  (sighing).
         Ah me! ah, cruel fate!

_Faust_
                (to MARGUERITE)
         Pray lean upon mine arm!

_Mar._
                  (retiring).
         Leave me, I humbly pray!

_Mep._
            (offering his arm to MARTHA).
         Take mine!

_Mart._
                   (aside).
         In sooth, a comely knight!
               (taking his arm.)

_Mep._
                   (aside).
         The dame is somewhat tough!

    (MARGUERITE yields her arm to FAUST, and withdraws with him.
     MEPHISTOPHELES and MARTHA remain together.)

_Mart._  And so you are always traveling!

_Mep._   A hard necessity it is, madame!
         Alone and loveless. Ah!

_Mart._ In youth it matters not so much,
         But in late years 'tis sad indeed!
         Right melancholy it is in solitude
         Our olden age to pass!

_Mep._   The very thought doth make me shudder.
         But still, alas! what can I do?

_Mart._  If I were you, I'd not delay,
         But think on't seriously at once.

_Mep._   I'll think on't!

_Mart._  At once and seriously!

    (They withdraw. FAUST and MARGUERITE re-enter.)

_Faust._ Art always thus alone?

_Mar._   My brother is at the wars,
         My mother dear is dead!
         By misadventure, too,
         My dear sister have I lost.
         Dear sister mine!
         My greatest happiness was she.
         Sad sorrows these;
         When our souls with love are filled,
         Death tears the loved one from us!
         At morn, no sooner did she wake,
         Than I was always at her side!
         The darling of my life was she!
         To see her once again,
         I'd gladly suffer all.

_Faust._ If heaven, in joyous mood,
         Did make her like to thee,
         An angel must she indeed have been!

_Mar._   Thou mock'st me!

_Faust._ Nay, I do love thee!

_Mar._
                    (sighing).
         Flatterer! thou mock'st me!
         I believe thee not! thou seekest to deceive.
         No longer will I stay, thy words to hear.

_Faust_
                   (to MARGUERITE).
         Nay, I do love thee! Stay, oh stay!
         Heaven hath with an angel crown'd my path.
         Why fear'st thou to listen?
         It is my heart that speaks.

(Re-enter MEPHISTOPHELES and MARTHA.)

_Mart._
                (to MEPHISTOPHELES).

         Of what now are you thinking?
         You heed me not--perchance you mock me.
         Now list to what I say.--
         You really must not leave us thus!

_Mep._
                   (to MARTHA).
         Ah, chide me not, if my wanderings I resume.
         Suspect me not; to roam I am compelled!
         Need I attest how gladly I remain.
         I hear but thee alone.
                   (Night comes on.)

_Mar._
                   (to FAUST).
         It grows dark,--you must away.

_Faust_
                   (embracing her).
         My loved one!

_Mar._   Ah! no more!
                   (Escapes.)

_Faust._ Ah, cruel one, would'st fly?
                   (Pursuing her.)

_Mep._
       (aside, whilst MARTHA angrily turns her back to him).
         The matter's getting serious,
         I must away.
              (Conceals himself behind a tree.)

_Mart._
                      (aside).
         What's to be done? he's gone!
         What ho, good sir!

                     (Retires.)
_Mep._   Yes, seek for me--that's right!
         I really do believe
         The aged beldame would
         Actually have married Satan!

_Faust_
                   (without).
         Marguerite!

_Mart._
                   (without).
         Good sir!

_Mep._ Your servant!

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IX.

MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._   'Twas high time!
         By night, protected,
         In earnest talk of love,
         They will return! 'Tis well!
         I'll not disturb
         Their amorous confabulation!
         Night, conceal them in thy darkest shade.
         Love, from their fond hearts
         Shut out all troublesome remorse.
         And ye, O flowers of fragrance subtle,
         This hand accurs'd
         Doth cause ye all to open!
         Bewilder the heart of Marguerite!

              (Disappears amid the darkness.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE X.

FAUST and MARGUERITE.

_Mar._   It groweth late, farewell!

_Faust._ I but implore in vain.
         Let me thy hand take, and clasp it,
         And behold but thy face once again,
         Illum'd by that pale light,
         From yonder moon that shines,
         O'er thy beauteous features shedding
         Its faint but golden ray.

_Mar._   Oh, what stillness reigns around,
         Oh, ineffable mystery!
         Sweetest, happiest feeling,
         I list; a secret voice
         Now seems to fill my heart.
         Still its tone again resoundeth in my bosom.
         Leave me awhile, I pray.
               (Stoops and picks a daisy.)

_Faust._ What is it thou doest?

_Mar._   This flower I consult.

            (She plucks the petals of the daisy.)

_Faust_
                     (aside).
         What utters she in tones subdued?

_Mar._   He loves me!--no, he loves me not!
         He loves me!--no!--He loves me!

_Faust._ Yes, believe thou this flower,
         The flower of loves.
         To thine heart let it tell
         The truth it would teach,--
         He loves thee! Know'st thou not
         How happy 'tis to love?
         To cherish in the heart a flame that never dies!
         To drink forever from the fount of love!

_Both._  We'll love for ever!

_Faust._ Oh, night of love! oh, radiant night!
         The bright stars shine above;
         Oh, joy, this is divine!
         I love, I do adore thee!

_Mar._   Mine idol fond art thou!
         Speak, speak again!
         Thine, thine I'll be;
         For thee I'll gladly die.

_Faust._ Oh, Marguerite!

_Mar._
       (suddenly tearing herself from FAUST'S arms).
                            Ah, leave me!

_Faust._ Cruel one!

_Mar._   Fly hence! alas! I tremble!

_Faust._ Cruel one!

_Mar._   Pray leave me!

_Faust._ Would'st thou have me leave thee?
         Ah! see'st thou not my grief?
         Ah, Marguerite, thou breakest my heart!

_Mar._   Go hence! I waver! mercy, pray!
         Fly hence! alas! I tremble!
         Break not, I pray, thy Marguerite's heart!

_Faust._ In pity--

_Mar._   If to thee I'm dear,
         I conjure thee, by thy love,
         By this fond heart,
         That too readily its secret hath revealed,
         Yield thee to my prayer,--
         In mercy get thee hence!
              (Kneels at the feet of FAUST.)

_Faust_
       (after remaining a few moments silent, gently raising her).
         O fairest child,
         Angel so holy,
         Thou shalt control me,
         Shalt curb my will.
         I obey; but at morn--

_Mar._   Yes, at morn,
         Very early.

_Faust._ One word at parting.
         Repeat thou lovest me.

_Mar._   Adieu!

    (Hastens towards the pavilion, then stops short on the threshold,
  and wafts a kiss to FAUST.)

_Faust._ Adieu! Were it already morn!

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE XI.

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._   Fool!

_Faust._ You overheard us?

_Mep._   Happily. You have great need, learned Doctor,
         To be sent again to school.

_Faust._ Leave me!

_Mep._   Deign first to listen for a moment,
         To the speech she rehearses to the stars.
         Dear master, delay. She opens her window.

    (MARGUERITE opens the window of the pavilion,
  and remains with her head resting on her hand.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE XII.

The preceding. MARGUERITE.

_Mar._   He loves me! Wildly beats my heart!
         The night-bird's song,
         The evening breeze,
         All nature's sounds together say,
         "He loves thee!"
         Ah! sweet, sweet indeed
         Now is this life to me!
         Another world it seems;
         The very ecstasy of love is this!
         With to-morrow's dawn,
         Haste thee, oh dear one,
         Haste thee to return! Yes, come!

_Faust._
         (rushing to the window, and grasping her hand).
             Marguerite!

MAR.               Ah!

_Mep._
                    (mockingly).
                       Ho! ho!

    (MARGUERITE, overcome, allows her head to fall on FAUST'S shoulder.
  MEPHISTOPHELES opens the door of the garden, and departs, laughing
  derisively. The curtain falls.)




ACT IV.


SCENE I.

_Marguerite's Room._

SIEBEL and MARGUERITE.

_Sie._
                 (quietly approaching).
         Marguerite!

_Mar._   Siebel!

_Sie._                What, weeping still!

_Mar._   Alas! thou alone art kind to me.

_Sie._   A mere youth am I.
         And yet I have a manly heart,
         And I will sure avenge thee.
         The seducer's life shall forfeit pay.

_Mar._                    Whose life?

_Sie._   Need I name him? The wretch
         Who thus hast deserted thee!

_Mar._   In mercy, speak not thus!

_Sie._   Dost love him still, then?

_Mar._   Ay, I love him still!
         But not to you, good Siebel, should I repeat this tale.

_Sie._
                        I.
         When all was young, and pleasant May was blooming,
         I, thy poor friend, took part with thee in play;
         Now that the cloud of autumn dark is glooming,
         Now is for me, too, mournful the day.
         Hope and delight have passed from life away.

                        II.
         We were not born with true love to trifle,
         Nor born to part because the wind blows cold.
         What though the storm the summer garden rifle,
         Oh, Marguerite! oh, Marguerite!
         Still on the bough is left a leaf of gold.

_Mar._   Bless you, my friend, your sympathy is sweet.
         The cruel ones who wrong me thus
         Cannot close against me
         The gates of the holy temple.
         Thither will I go to pray
         For him and for our child.
             (Exit. SIEBEL follows slowly after.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

_Interior of a Church._

MARGUERITE, then MEPHISTOPHELES.

    (Women enter the church and cross the stage.
  MARGUERITE enters after them, and kneels.)

_Mar._                     O heaven!
         Permit thy lowly handmaiden
         To prostrate herself before thine altar.

_Mep._   No, thou shalt not pray!
         Spirits of evil, haste ye at my call,
         And drive this woman hence!

_Cho. of Demons._    Marguerite!

_Mar._   Who calls me?

_Cho._   Marguerite!

_Mar._   I tremble!--oh, heaven!
         My last hour is surely nigh!

    (The tomb opens and discloses MEPHISTOPHELES,
  who bends over to MARGUERITE's ear.)

_Mep._   Remember the glorious days
         When an angel's wings
         Protected thy young heart.
         To church thou camest then to worship,
         Nor hadst thou then sinned 'gainst heaven.
         Thy prayers then issued
         From an unstained heart
         And on the wings of faith
         Did rise to the Creator.
         Hear'st thou their call?
         'Tis hell that summons thee!
         Hell claims thee for its own!
         Eternal pain, and woe, and tribulation,
         Will be thy portion!

_Mar._   Heaven! what voice is this
         That in the shade doth speak to me?
         What mysterious tones are these!

_Religious Cho._ When the last day shall have come,
         The cross in heaven shall shine forth,
         This world to dust shall crumble.

_Mar._   Ah me! more fearful still becomes their song.

_Mep._   No pardon hath heaven left for thee!
         For thee e'en heaven hath no more light!

_Religious Cho._ What shall we say unto high heav'n?
         Who shall protection find
         When innocence such persecution meets?

_Mar._   A heavy weight my breast o'erpowers,--
         I can no longer breathe!

_Mep._   Nights of love, farewell!
         Ye days of joy, adieu!
         Lost, lost for aye art thou!

_Mar. and Cho._
         Heav'n! hear thou the prayer
         Of a sad, broken heart!
         A bright ray send thou
         From the starry sphere
         Her anguish to allay!

_Mep._   Marguerite, lost, lost art thou!

_Mar._                           Ah!
                  (He disappears.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE III.

The Street.

VALENTINE, Soldiers, then SIEBEL.

_Cho._   Our swords we will suspend
         Over the paternal hearth;
         At length we have returned.
         Sorrowing mothers no longer
         Will bewail their absent sons.

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IV.

VALENTINE and SIEBEL.

_Val._
               (perceiving SIEBEL, who enters).
         Ah, Siebel, is it thou?

_Sie._   Dear Valentine!

_Val._   Come, then, to my heart!

                (embracing him).
         And Marguerite?

_Sie._          (confused).
         Perhaps she's yonder at the church.

_Val._   She doubtless prays for my return.
         Dear girl, how pleased
         She'll be to hear me tell
         My warlike deeds!

_Cho._   Glory to those who in battle fall,
         Their bright deeds we can with pride recall.
         May we, then, honor and fame acquire,
         Their glorious deeds our hearts will inspire!
         For that dear native land where we first drew breath,
         Her sons, at her command proudly brave e'en death.
         At their sacred demand who on us depend,
         Our swords we will draw, their rights to defend.
         Homeward our steps we now will turn,--
         Joy and peace await us there!
         On, on at once, nor loiter here;
         On, then, our lov'd ones to embrace,--
         Affection calls, fond love doth summon us,
         Yes, many a heart will beat
         When they our tale shall hear.

_Val._   Come, Siebel, we'll to my dwelling
         And o'er a flask of wine hold converse.
             (Approaching MARGUERITE'S house.)

_Sie._   Nay, enter not!

_Val._   Why not, I pray?--Thou turn'st away;
         Thy silent glance doth seek the ground--
         Speak, Siebel--what hath happened?

_Sie._
                (with an effort.)
         No! I cannot tell thee!

_Val._ What mean'st thou?
               (Rushing toward house.)


_Sie._
                  (withholding him.)
         Hold, good Valentine, take heart!

_Val._   What is't thou mean'st!
                  (Enters the house.)

_Sie._   Forgive her!
         Shield her, gracious Heaven!

    (Approaches the church. FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES
     enter at the back; MEPHISTOPHELES carries a guitar.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE V.

FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

(Faust goes towards MARGUERITE's house, but hesitates.)

_Mep._   Why tarry ye?
         Let us enter the house.

_Faust._ Peace! I grieve to think that I
         Brought shame and sorrow hither.

_Mep._   Why see her again, then, after leaving her?
         Some other sight might be more pleasing.
         To the sabbath let us on.

_Faust_
                     (sighing).
         Oh, Marguerite!

_Mep._   My advice, I know,
         Availeth but little
         Against thy stubborn will.
         Doctor, you need my voice!

   (Throwing back his mantle, and accompanying himself on the guitar.)

                        I.
         Maiden, now in peace reposing,
         From thy sleep awake,
         Hear my voice with love imploring,
         Wilt thou pity take?
         But beware how thou confidest
         Even in thy friend,
         Ha! ha! ha!
         If not for thy wedding finger
         He a ring doth send.

                        II.
         Yes, sweet maiden, I implore thee,--
         Oh, refuse not this,--
         Smile on him who doth adore thee,
         Bless him with thy kiss.
         But beware how thou confidest,
         Even in thy friend,
         Ha! ha! ha!
         If not for thy wedding finger
         He a ring doth send.
            (VALENTINE rushes from the house.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VI.

VALENTINE and the before-named.

_Val._   Good sir, what want you here?

_Mep._   My worthy fellow, it was not to you
         That we addressed our serenade!

_Val._   My sister, perhaps, would more gladly hear it!
    (VALENTINE draws his sword, and breaks MEPHISTOPHELES' guitar.)

_Faust._ His sister!

_Mep._
                   (to VALENTINE)
         Why this anger?
         Do ye not like my singing?

_Val._   Your insults cease!
         From which of ye must I demand
         Satisfaction for this foul outrage?
         Which of ye must I now slay?

                (FAUST draws his sword.)
         'Tis he!

_Mep._   Your mind's made up, then!
         On, then, doctor, at him, pray!

_Val._   Oh, heaven, thine aid afford,
         Increase my strength and courage,
         That in his blood my sword
         May wipe out this fell outrage!

_Faust._ What fear is this unnerves my arm?
         Why falters now my courage?
         Dare I to take his life,
         Who but resents an outrage?

_Mep._   His wrath and his courage
         I laugh alike to scorn!
         To horse, then, for his last journey
         The youth right soon will take!

_Val._

     (taking in his hand the medallion suspended round his neck).
         Thou gift of Marguerite,
         Which till now hath ever saved me,
         I'll no more of thee--I cast thee hence!
         Accursed gift, I throw thee from me!
                (Throws it angrily away.)

_Mep._
                      (aside).
         Thou'll repent it!

_Val._
                    (to FAUST).
         Come on, defend thyself!

_Mep._
                 (to FAUST, in a whisper).
         Stand near to me, and attack him only;
         I'll take care to parry!
                     (They fight.)

_Val._
               (falling).
         Ah!

_Mep._                 Behold our hero,
         Lifeless on the ground!
         Come, we must hence--quick, fly!
             (Exit, dragging FAUST after him.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VII.

    (Enter Citizens, with lighted torches;
  afterwards SIEBEL and MARGUERITE.)

_Cho._   Hither, hither, come this way--
         They're fighting here hard by!
         See, one has fallen;
         The unhappy man lies prostrate there.
         Ah! he moves--yes, still he breathes;
         Quick, then, draw nigh
         To raise and succor him!

_Val._   'Tis useless, cease these vain laments.
         Too often have I gazed
         On death, to heed it
         When my own time hath come!

    (MARGUERITE appears at the back, supported by SIEBEL.)

_Mar._
      (advancing, and falling on her knees at VALENTINE's side).
         Valentine! ah, Valentine!

_Val._
                 (thrusting her from him).
         Marguerite!
         What would'st thou here?--away!

_Mar._   O heav'n!

_Val._   For her I die! Poor fool!
         I thought to chastise her seducer!

_Cho._
            (in a low voice, pointing to MARGUERITE).
         He dies, slain by her seducer!

_Mar._   Fresh grief is this! ah, bitter punishment.

_Sie._   Have pity on her, pray!

_Val._
              (supported by those around him).
         Marguerite, give ear awhile;
         That which was decreed
         Hath duly come to pass.
         Death comes at its good pleasure:
         All mortals must obey its behest.
         But for you intervenes an evil life!
         Those white hands will never work more;
         The labors and sorrows that others employ,
         Will be forgotten in hours of joy.
         Darest thou live, ingrate?
         Darest thou still exist?
         Go! Shame overwhelm thee! Remorse follow thee!
         At length _thy_ hour will sound.
         Die! And if God pardons thee hereafter,
         So may this life be a continual curse!

_Cho._   Terrible wish! Unchristian thought!
         In thy last sad hour, unfortunate!
         Think of thy own soul's welfare.
         Forgive, if thou wouldst be forgiven.

_Val._   Marguerite; I curse you! Death awaits me.
         I die by your hand; but I die a soldier.

                     (Dies.)
_Cho._   God receive thy spirit!
         God pardon thy sins!

                    (Curtain.)




ACT V.


SCENE I.

A Prison.

MARGUERITE asleep; FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Faust._ Go! get thee hence!

_Mep._   The morn appears, black night is on the wing.
         Quickly prevail upon Marguerite to follow thee.
         The jailer soundly sleeps--here is the key,
         Thine own hand now can ope the door.

_Faust._ Good! Get thee gone!

_Mep._   Be sure thou tarry not!
         I will keep watch without.
                      (Exit.)

_Faust._ With grief my heart is wrung!
         Oh, torture! oh, source of agony
         And remorse eternal! Behold her there
         The good, the beauteous girl,
         Cast like a criminal
         Into this vile dungeon;
         Grief must her reason have disturbed,
         For, with her own hand, alas!
         Her child she slew!
         Oh, Marguerite!

_Mar._
                    (waking).
         His voice did sure
         Unto my heart resound.
                    (Rises.)

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   At that glad sound it wildly throbs again
         Amid the mocking laugh of demons.

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   Now am I free. He is here. It is his voice.
         Yes, thou art he whom I love.
         Fetters, death, have no terrors for me;
         Thou hast found me. Thou hast returned.
         Now am I saved! Now rest I on thy heart!

_Faust._ Yes, I am here, and I love thee,
         In spite of the efforts of yon mocking demon.

    (FAUST attempts to draw her with him.
  She gently disengages herself from his arms.)

_Mar._   Stay! this is the spot
         Where one day thou didst meet me.
         Thine hand sought mine to clasp.
         "Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle,
         To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way?"
         "No, sir. I am no demoiselle, neither am I fair;
         And I have no need to accept your offered arm."

_Faust._ What is't she says? Ah me! Ah me!

_Mar._   And the garden I love is here,
         Odorous of myrtle and roses,
         Where every eve thou camest in
         With careful step, as night was falling.

_Faust._ Come, Marguerite, let us fly!

_Mar._   No! stay a moment!

_Faust._ O heav'n, she does not understand!

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

MEPHISTOPHELES and the preceding.

_Mep._   Away at once, while yet there's time!
         If longer ye delay,
         Not e'en my power can save ye.

_Mar._   See'st thou yon demon crouching in the shade?
         His deadly glance is fixed on us;
         Quick! drive him from these sacred walls.

_Mep._   Away! leave we this spot,
         The dawn hath appeared;
         Hear'st thou not the fiery chargers,
         As with sonorous hoof they paw the ground?
            (Endeavoring to drag FAUST with him.)
         Haste ye, then,--perchance there yet
         Is time to save her!

_Mar._   O Heaven, I crave thy help!
         Thine aid alone I do implore!
                   (Kneeling.)
         Holy angels, in heaven bless'd,
         My spirit longs with ye to rest!
         Great Heaven, pardon grant, I implore thee,
         For soon shall I appear before thee!

_Faust._ Marguerite! Follow me, I implore!

_Mar._   Holy angels, in heaven bless'd,
         My spirit longs with ye to rest!
         Great Heaven, pardon grant, I implore thee,
         For soon shall I appear before thee!

_Faust._ O Marguerite!

_Mar._   Why that glance with anger fraught?

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   What blood is that which stains thy hand!
         Away! thy sight doth cause me horror!
                   (Falls.)

_Mep._   Condemned!

_Cho._   Saved!
         Christ hath arisen!
         Christ hath arisen!
         Christ is born again!
         Peace and felicity
         To all disciples of the Master!
         Christ hath arisen!

    (The prison walls open. The soul of MARGUERITE rises towards
  heaven. FAUST gazes despairingly after her, then falls on his
  knees and prays. MEPHISTOPHELES turns away, barred by the
  shining sword of an archangel.)

END OF THE OPERA.




ACTE PREMIER.


SCENE PREMIERE.

_Le Cabinet de Faust._

(FAUST, seul. Sa lampe est pres de s'eteindre. Il est assis devant une
  table chargee de parchemins. Un livre est ouvert devant lui.)

_Faust._ Rien!...--En vain j'interroge, en mon ardente veille,
         La nature et le Createur;
         Pas une voix ne glisse a mon oreille
         Un mot consolateur!
         J'ai langui triste et solitaire,
         Sans pouvoir briser le lien
         Qui m'attache encore a la terre!...
         Je ne vois rien!--Je ne sais rien!...

    (Il ferme le livre et se leve. Le jour commence a naitre.)
         Le ciel palit!--Devant l'aube nouvelle
         La sombre nuit
         S'evanouit!...
                 (Avec desespoir.)
         Encore un jour!--encore un jour qui luit!...
         O mort, quand viendras-tu m'abriter sous ton aile?
              (Saisissant une fiole sur la table.)
         Eh bien! puisque la mort me fuit,
         Pourquoi n'irais-je pas vers elle?...
         Salut! o mon dernier matin!
         J'arrive sans terreur au terme du voyage;
         Et je suis, avec ce breuvage,
         Le seul maitre de mon destin!

    (Il verse le contenu de la fiole dans une coupe de cristal.
 Au moment ou il va porter la coupe a ses levres, des voix de
 jeunes filles se font entendre au dehors.)

_Choeur de Jeunes Filles._ Paresseuse fille
         Qui sommeille encor!
         Deja le jour brille
         Sous son manteau d'or.
         Deja l'oiseau chante
         Ses folles chansons;
         L'aube caressante
         Sourit aux moissons;
         Le ruisseau murmure,
         La fleur s'ouvre au jour,
         Toute la nature
         S'eveille a l'amour!

_Faust._ Vains echos de la joie humaine,
         Passez, passez votre chemin!...
         O coupe des aieux, qui tant fois fus pleine,
         Pourquoi trembles-tu dans ma main?...
        (Il porte de nouveau la coupe a ses levres.)

_Choeur des Laboureurs_
                         (dehors).
         Aux champs l'aurore nous rappelle;
         Le temps est beau, la terre est belle;
         Beni soit Dieu!
         A peine voit-on l'hirondelle,
         Qui vole et plonge d'un coup d'aile
         Dans le profondeur du ciel bleu!

_Jeunes Filles et Labs._ Beni soit Dieu!

_Faust._ (_reposant la coupe_) Dieu!

            (Il se laisse retomber dans son fauteuil.)
         Mais ce Dieu, que peut-il pour moi!
                    (Se levant.)
         Me rendra-t'il l'amour, l'esperance et la foi?
                    (Avec rage.)
         Maudites soyez-vous, o voluptes humaines!
         Maudites soient les chaines
         Qui me font ramper ici-bas!
         Maudit soit tout ce qui nous leurre,
         Vain espoir qui passe avec l'heure,
         Reves d'amour ou de combats!
         Maudit soit le bonheur, maudites la science,
         La priere et la foi!
         Maudite sois-tu, patience!
         A moi, Satan! a moi!

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._
                    (apparaissant).
         Me voici!... D'ou vient ta surprise!
         Ne suis-je pas mis a ta guise?
         L'epee au cote, la plume au chapeau,
         L'escarcelle pleine, un riche manteau
         Sur l'epaule;--en somme
         Un vrai gentilhomme!
         Eh bien! que me veux-tu, docteur!
         Parle, voyons!...--Te fais-je peur?

_Faust._ Non.

_Mep._   Doutes-tu ma puissance?...

_Faust._ Peut-etre!

_Mep._   Mets-la donc a l'epreuve!...

_Faust._ Va-t'en!

_Mep._   Fi!--c'est la ta reconnaissance!
         Apprends de moi qu'avec Satan
         L'on en doit user d'autre sorte,
         Et qu'il n'etait pas besoin
         De l'appeler de si loin
         Pour le mettre ensuite a la porte!

_Faust._ Et que peux-tu pour moi?

_Mep._   Tout.--Mais dis-moi d'abord
         Ce que tu veux;--est-ce de l'or?

_Faust._ Que ferais-je de la richesse?

_Mep._   Bien! je vois ou le bat te blesse!
         Tu veux la gloire?

_Faust._ Plus encor!

_Mep._  La puissance!

_Faust._ Non! je veux un tresor
         Qui les contient tous!... je veux la jeunesse!
         A moi les plaisirs,
         Les jeunes maitresses!
         A moi leurs caresses!
         A moi leurs desirs?
         A moi l'energie
         Des instincts puissants,
         Et la folle orgie
         Du coeur et des sens!
         Ardente jeunesse,
         A moi tes desirs!
         A moi ton ivresse!
         A moi tes plaisirs!...

_Mep._   Fort bien! je puis contenter ton caprice

_Faust._ Et que te donnerai-je en retour?

_Mep._   Presque rien:
         Ici, je suis a ton service,
         Mais la-bas tu seras au mien.

_Faust._ La-bas?...

_Mep._   La-bas.
                (Lui presentant un parchemin.)
         Allons, signe.--Eh quoi! ta main tremble!
         Que faut-il pour te decider?
         La jeunesse t'appelle; ose la regarder!...

   (Il fait un geste. Au fond du theatre s'ouvre et laisse voir
  MARGUERITE assise devant son rouet et filant.)

_Faust._ O merveille!...

_Mep._   Eh bien! que t'ensemble?
                 (Prenant le parchemin.)
_Faust._ Donne!...
                     (Il signe.)
_Mep._   Allons donc!
             (Prenant la coupe restee sur la table.)
         Et maintenant,
         Maitre, c'est moi qui te convie
         A vider cette coupe ou fume en bouillonnant
         Non plus la mort, non plus le poison;--mais la vie!

_Faust._
        (Prenant la coupe et se tournant vers MARGUERITE.)
         A toi, fantome adorable et charmant!...

     (Il vide la coupe et se trouve metamorphose en jeune
   et elegant seigneur. La vision disparait.)

_Mep._   Viens!

_Faust._ Je la reverrai?

_Mep._   Sans doute.

_Faust._ Quand?

_Mep._   Aujourd'hui.

_Faust._ C'est bien!

_Mep._   En route!

_Faust._ A moi les plaisirs,
         Les jeunes maitresses!
         A moi leurs caresses!
         A moi leurs desirs!

_Mep._   A toi la jeunesse,
         A toi ses desirs,
         A toi son ivresse,
         A toi ses plaisirs!
              (Ils sortent.--La toile tombe.)




ACTE DEUXIEME.


SCENE PREMIERE.

_La Kermesse._

    (Une des portes de la ville.
      A gauche un caborte a l'enseigne du Bacchus)

   WAGNER, Etudiants, Bourgeois, Soldats, Jeunes Filles, Matrones.

_Etuds._             Vin ou biere,
                     Biere ou vin,
                     Que mon verre
                       Soit plein!
                     Sans vergogne,
                     Coup sur coup,
                     Un ivrogne
                     Boit tout!

_Wag._   Jeune adepte          Que ta gloire,
         De tonneau            Tes amours,
         N'en excepte          Soient de boire
         Que l'eau!                Toujours!
            (Ils trinquent et boivent.)

_Soldats._ Filles ou forteresses,
         C'est tout un, morbleu!
         Vieux burgs, jeunes maitresses
         Sont pour nous un jeu!
         Celui qui sait s'y prendre
         Sans trop de facon,
         Les oblige a se rendre
         En payant rancon!

_Bourgeois._ Aux jours de dimanche et de fete,
         J'aime a parler guerre et combats;
         Tandis que les peuples la-bas
         Se cassent la tete.
         Je vais m'asseoir sur les coteaux
         Qui sont voisins de la riviere,
         Et je vois passer les bateaux
         En vidant mon verre!
     (Bourgeois et Soldats remontent vers le fond du theatre.)

            (Un groupe de jeunes filles entre en scene.)
_Les Jeunes Filles_
                   (regardant de cote).
         Voyez ces hardis comperes
         Qui viennent la-bas;
         Ne soyons pas trop severes,
         Retardons le pas.

   (Elles gagnent la droite du theatre.
     Un second choeur d'etudiants entre a leur suite.)

_Deuxieme Cho. d'Etuds._ Voyez ces mines gaillardes
         Et ces airs vainqueurs!
         Amis, soyons sur nos gardes,
         Tenons bien nos coeurs!

_Cho. De Mats._
        (observant les etudiants et les jeunes filles).
         Voyez apres ces donzelles
         Courir ces messieurs!
         Nous sommes aussi bien qu'elles,
         Sinon beaucoup mieux!
                   (Ensemble.)

_Mats._
                   (aux jeunes filles).
         Vous voulez leur plaire
         Nous le voyons bien

_Etuds._ Vin ou biere,
         Biere ou vin,
         Que mon verre
         Soit plein!

_Sols._  Pas be beaute fiere!
         Nous savons leur plaire
         En un tour de main!

_Bourg._ Vidons un verre
         De ce bon vin!

_Jeunes Filles._ De votre colere
                 Nous ne craignons rien!

_Jeunes Etuds._ Voyez leur colere,
                Voyez leur maintien!

    (Les etudiants et les soldats separent les femmes en riant.
   Tous les groupes s'eloignent et disparaissent.)

            *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

  WAGNER, SIEBEL, Etudiants, VALENTIN.

_Val._
    (paraissant an fond; il tient une petite medaille a la main).
         O sainte medaille,
         Qui me viens de ma soeur,
         Au jour de la bataille,
         Pour ecarter la mort, reste la sur mon coeur!

_Wag._   Ah! voici Valentin qui nous cherche sans doute!

_Val._   Un dernier coup, messieurs, et mettons-nous en route!

_Wag._   Qu'as-tu donc?... quels regrets attristent nos adieux?

_Val._   Comme vous, pour longtemps, je vais quitter ces lieux;
         J'y laisse Marguerite, et, pour veiller sur elle,
         Ma mere n'est plus la!

_Sie._                        Plus d'un ami fidele
         Saura te remplacer a ses cotes!

_Val._
              (lui serrant la main).
         Merci!

_Sie._   Sur moi tu peux compter!

_Etuds._                 Compte sur nous aussi!

_Val._   Avant de quitter ces lieux,
         Sol natal de mes aieux,
         A toi, Seigneur et Roi des Cieux,
         Ma soeur je confie.
         Daigne de tout danger
         Toujours la proteger,
         Cette soeur si cherie.
         Delivre d'une triste pensee,
         J'irais chercher la gloire au sein des ennemis,
         Le premier, le plus brave au fort de la melee,
         J'irai combattre pour mon pays.
         Et si vers lui Dieu me rappelle,
         Je viellerai sur toi fidele,
         O Marguerite!

_Wag._   Allons, amis! point de vaines alarmes!
         A ce bon vin ne melons pas de larmes!
         Buvons, trinquons, et qu'un joyeux refrain
         Nous mette en train!

_Etuds._ Buvons, trinquons, et qu'un joyeux refrain
         Nous mette en train!

_Wag._
             (montant sur an escabeau).
         Un rat plus poltron que brave,
         Et plus laid que beau,
         Logeait au fond d'une cave,
         Sous un vieux tonneau;
         Un chat....

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE III.

Les memes. MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._

  (paraissant tout a coup au milieu des etudiants et
     interrompant WAGNER).

         Pardon!

_Wag._   Hein?

_Mep._   Parmi vous, de grace
         Permettez-moi de prendre place!
         Que votre ami d'abord acheve sa chanson!
         Moi, je vous en promets plusieurs de ma facon!

_Wag._
              (descendant de son escabeau).
         Une seule suffit, pourvu qu'elle soit bonne!

_Mep._   Je ferai de mon mieux pour n'ennuyer personne!

                        I.
         Le veau d'or est toujours debout;
         On encense
         Sa puissance
         D'un bout du monde a l'autre bout!
         Pour feter l'infame idole,
         Peuples et rois confondus,
         Au bruit sombre des ecus
         Dansent une ronde folle
         Autour de son piedestal?...
         Et Satan conduit le bal!

                        II.
         Le veau d'or est vainqueur des dieux;
         Dans son gloire
         Derisoire
         Le monstre abjecte insulte aux cieux!
         Il contemple, o rage etrange!
         A ses pieds le genre humain
         Se ruant, le fer en main,
         Dans le sang et dans la fange
         Ou brille l'ardent metal!...
         Et Satan conduit le bal!

_Tous._  Et Satan conduit le bal!

_Cho._   Merci de ta chanson!

_Val._
                    (a part).
         Singulier personnage!

_Wag._
            (tendant un verre a MEPHISTOPHELES).
         Nous ferez vous l'honneur de trinquer avec nous?

_Mep._   Volontiers!...
       (Saisissant la main de WAGNER et l'examinant.)
         Ah! voici qui m'attriste pour vous!
         Vous voyez cette ligne?

_Wag._   Eh bien?

_Mep._   Facheux presage!
         Vous vous ferez tuer en montant a l'assaut!

_Sie._   Vous etes donc sorcier?

_Mep._   Tout juste autant qu'il faut
         Pour lire dans ta main que le ciel te condamne
         A ne plus toucher une fleur
         Sans qu'elle se fane!

_Sie._   Moi!

_Mep._   Plus de bouquets a Marguerite!...

_Val._   Ma soeur!...
         Qui vous a dit son nom?

_Mep._   Prenez garde, mon brave!
         Vous vous ferez tuer par quelqu'un que je sais!
            (Prenant le verre des mains de Wagner.)
         A votre sante!...
    (Jetant le contenu du verre, apres y avoir trempe ses levres.)
         Peuh! que ton vin est mauvais!...
         Permettez-moi de vous en offrir de ma cave!

    (Frappant sur le tonneau, surmonte d'un Bacchus,
       qui sert d'enseigne au cabaret.)
         Hola! seigneur Bacchus! a boire!...

    (Le vin jaillit du tonneau. Aux etudiants.)
         Approchez-vous!
         Chacun sera servi selon ses gouts!
         A la sante que tout a l'heure
         Vous portiez, mes amis, a Marguerite!

_Val._
             (lui arrachant le verre des mains).
                   Assez!...
         Si je ne te fais taire a l'instant, que je meure!

    (Le vin s'enflamme dans la vasque placee audessous du tonneau.)

_Wag. et les Etuds._ Hola!...
                           (Ils tirent leurs epees.)
_Mep._   Pourquoi trembler, vous qui me menacez?

    (Il tire un cercle autour de lui avec son epee.--VALENTIN
       s'avance pour l'attaquer.--Son epee se brise.)

_Val._   Mon fer, o surprise!
         Dans les airs se brise!...

_Val., Wag., Sie. et les Etuds._
       (forcant MEPHISTOPHELES a reculer et lui presentant
          la garde de leurs epees).

         De l'enfer qui vient emousser
         Nos armes!
         Nous ne pouvons pas repousser
         Les charmes!
         Mais puisque tu brises le fer,
         Regarde!...
         C'est une croix qui, de l'enfer,
         Nous garde!
                   (Ils sortent.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IV.

MEPHISTOPHELES, puis FAUST.

_Mep._
            (remettant son epee au fourreau).
         Nous nous retrouverons, mes amis!--Serviteur!

_Faust_
                  (entrant en scene).
         Qu'as-tu donc?

_Mep._   Rien!--A nous deux, cher docteur!
         Qu'attendez-vous de moi? par ou commencerai-je?

_Faust._ Ou se cache la belle enfant
         Que ton art m'a fait voir?--Est-ce un vain sortilege?

_Mep._   Non pas! mais contre nous sa vertu la protege;
         Et le ciel meme la defend!

_Faust._ Qu'importe? je le veux! viens! conduis-mois vers elle!
         Ou je me separe de toi!

_Mep._   Il suffit!... je tiens trop a mon nouvel emploi
         Pour vous laisser douter un instant de mon zele!
         Attendons!... Ici meme, a ce signal joyeux,
         La belle et chaste enfant va paraitre a vos yeux!

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE V.

    (Les etudiants et les jeunes filles, bras dessus, bras dessous, et
   precedes par des joueurs de violon, envahissent la scene. Ils sont
   suivie par les bourgeois qui ont paru au commencement de l'acte.)

     Les Memes, Etudiants, Jeunes Filles, Bourgeois,
   puis SIEBEL et MARGUERITE.

_Cho._
                (marquant la mesure en marchant).
         Ainsi que la brise legere
         Souleve en epais tourbillons
         La poussiere
         Des sillons,
         Que la valse nous entraine!
         Faites retentir la plaine
         De l'eclat de nos chansons!

  (Les Musiciens montent sur les bancs; la valse commence.)

_Mep._
              (a FAUST).
         Vois ces filles
         Gentilles!
         Ne veux-tu pas
         Aux plus belles
         D'entre elles
         Offrir ton bras?

_Faust._ Non! fais treve
         A ce ton moqueur!
         Et laisse mon coeur
         A son reve!...

_Sie._
                   (rentrant en scene).
         C'est par ici que doit passer
         Marguerite!

_Quelques Jeunes Filles._
               (s'approchant de SIEBEL).
         Faut-il qu'une fille a danser
         Vous invite?

_Sie._   Non!... non! je ne veux pas valser!...

_Cho._    Ainsi que la brise legere
         Souleve en epais tourbillons
         La poussiere
         Des sillons,
         Que la valse nous entraine!
         Faites retentir la plaine
         De l'eclat de nos chansons!...
                 (MARGUERITE parait.)
_Faust._ Ah!... la voici ... c'est elle!...

_Mep._   Eh bien, aborde-la!

_Sie._
       (apercevant MARGUERITE et faisant un pas vers elle).
         Marguerite!...

_Mep._
      (se retournant et se trouvant face a face avec SIEBEL).
         Plait-il!...

_Sie._
                    (a part).
         Maudit homme! encor la!...

_Mep._
                (d'un ton mielleux).
         Eh quoi! mon ami! vous voila!...
                   (en riant).
         Ah, vraiment, mon ami!

    (SIEBEL recule devant MEPHISTOPHELES, qui lui fait faire ainsi
   la tour du theatre en passant derriere le groupe des danseurs.)

_Faust_
       (abordant MARGUERITE qui traverse la scene).
         Ne permettrez-vous pas, ma belle demoiselle,
         Qu'on vous offre le bras pour faire le chemin?

_Mar._   Non, monsieur! je ne suis demoiselle, ni belle,
         Et je n'ai pas besoin qu'on me donne la main.
          (Elle passe devant FAUST et s'eloigne.)

_Faust_
                 (la suivant des yeux).
         Pas le ciel! que de grace ... et quelle modestie!...
         O belle enfant, je t'aime!...

_Sie._
      (redescendant en scene sans avoir vu ce qui vient de se passer).
         Elle est partie!

    (Il va pour s'elancer sur la trace de MARGUERITE; mais,
   se trouvant de nouveau face a face avec MEPHISTOPHELES,
   il lui tourne le dos et s'eloigne par le fond du theatre.)

_Mep._
              (a FAUST).
         Eh bien?

_Faust._ On me repousse!...

_Mep._
                    (en riant).
         Allons! a tes amours
         Je vois qu'il faut preter secours!...
   (Il s'eloigne avec FAUST du meme cote que MARGUERITE.)

_Quelques Jeunes Filles_
    (s'adressant a trois ou quatre d'entre elles qui ont observe
  le rencontre de FAUST et de MARGUERITE).
         Qu'est-ce donc!...

_Deuxieme Groupe de Jeunes Filles._
         Marguerite,
         Qui de ce beau seigneur refuse la conduite!...

_Etuds._
                  (se rapprochant).
         Valsons encor!

_Jeunes Filles._
         Valsons toujours!




ACTE TROISIEME.


SCENE PREMIERE.

Le Jardin de MARGUERITE.

    (Au fond, un mur perce d'une petite porte. A gauche, un bosquet.
  A droite, un pavillon dont la fenetre fait face au public.
  Arbres et massifs.)

_Sie._
                         (seul).
    (Il est arrete pres d'un massif de roses et de lilas.)

                        I.
         Faites-lui mes aveux,
             Portez mes voeux,
         Fleurs ecloses pres d'elle,
         Dites-lui qu'elle est belle ...
         Que mon coeur nuit et jour
             Languit d'amour!

         Revelez a son ame
         Le secret de ma flamme!
         Qu'il s'exhale avec vous
             Parfums plus doux!...
                 (Il cueille une fleur.)
         Fanee!... helas!
             (Il jette la fleur avec depit.)
           Ce sorcier que Dieu damne
         M'a porte malheur!
   (Il cueille une autre fleur qui s'effeuille encore.)
         Je ne puis sans qu'elle se fane
         Toucher une fleur!...
         Si je trempais mes doigts dans l'eau benite?...

    (Il s'approche du pavillon et trempe ses doigts dans
  un benitier accroche au mur.)
         C'est la que chaque soir vient prier Marguerite!
         Voyons maintenant! voyons vite!...
                  (Il cueille deux ou trois fleurs.)
         Elles se fanent?... Non!... Satan, je ris de toi ...

                        II.
         C'est en vous que j'ai foi;
               Parlez pour moi!
         Qu'elle puisse connaitre
         L'ardeur qu'elle a fait naitre,
         Et dont mon coeur trouble
               N'a point parle!
         Si l'amour l'effarouche,
         Que la fleur sur sa bouche
         Sache au moins deposer
         Un doux baiser!...

    (Il cueille des fleurs pour former un bouquet et disparait
   dans les massifs du jardin.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

MEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST, puis SIEBEL.

_Faust_
               (entrant doucement en scene).
         C'est ici?

_Mep._   Suivez-moi!

_Faust._ Que regardes-tu la?

_Mep._   Siebel, votre rival.

_Faust._ Siebel!

_Mep._   Chut!... le voila!
          (Il se cache avec FAUST dans un bosquet.)

_Sie._
         (rentrant en scene, avec un bouquet a la main).
         Mon bouquet n'est-il pas charmant?

_Mep._
                 (a part).
         Charmant!

_Sie._   Victoire!
         Je lui raconterai demain toute l'histoire;
         Et, si l'on veut savoir le secret de mon coeur,
         Un baiser lui dira le reste!

_Mep._
                  (a part)
         Seducteur!

(SIEBEL attache le bouquet a la porte du pavillon et sort.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE III.

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._   Attendez-moi la, cher docteur!
         Pour tenir compagnie aux fleurs de votre eleve,
         Je vais vous chercher un tresor
         Plus merveilleux, plus riche encor
         Que tous ceux qu'elle voit en reve!

_Faust._ Laisse-moi!

_Mep._   J'obeis!... daignez m'attendre ici?
                      (Il sort.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IV.

FAUST.

_Faust_
                      (seul).
         Quel trouble inconnu me penetre!
         Je sens l'amour s'emparer de mon etre.
         O Marguerite! tes pieds me voici!
         Salut! demeure chaste et pure, ou se devine
         La presence d'une ame innocente et divine!...
         Que de richesse en cette pauvrete!
         En ce reduit, que de felicite!...
         O nature, c'est la que tu la fis si belle!
         C'est la que cette enfant a grandi sous ton aile,
         A dormi sous tes yeux?
         La que, de ton haleine enveloppant son ame,
         Tu fis avec amour epanouir la femme
         En cet ange des cieux!
         Salut! demeure chaste et pure, ou se devine!
         La presence d'une ame innocente et divine!...
         Que de richesse en cette pauvrete!
         En ce reduit, que de felicite!...
         Salut! demeure chaste et pure, ou se devine
         La presence d'une ame innocente et divine!...

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE V.

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

(MEPHISTOPHELES reparait, une cassette sous le bras.)

_Mep._   Alerte! la voila!... Si le bouquet l'emporte
         Sur l'ecrin, je consens a perdre mon pouvoir!

                       (Il ouvre l'ecrin.)
_Faust._ Fuyons!... je veux ne jamais la revoir!

_Mep._   Quel scrupule vous prend!...
            (Placant l'ecrin sur le seuil du pavillon.)
         Sur le seuil de la porte,
         Voici l'ecrin place!... venez!... j'ai bon espoir!

    (Il entraine FAUST et disparait avec lui dans le jardin.
  MARGUERITE entre par la porte du fond et descend en silence
  jusque sur le devant de la scene.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VI.

MARGUERITE.

_Mar._
                    (seule).
         Je voudrais bien savoir quel etait ce jeune homme,
         Si c'est un grand seigneur, et comment il se nomme?

    (Elle s'assied dans le bosquet, devant son rouet, et prend
  son fuseau autour duquel elle prepare de la laine.)

                        I.
         "Il etait un roi de Thule,
         Qui, jusqu'a la tombe fidele,
         Eut, en souvenir de sa belle,
         Une coupe en or cisele!..."
                 (S'interrompant.)
         Il avait bonne grace, a ce qu'il m'a semble.
              (Reprenant sa chanson.)
         "Nul tresor n'avait plus de charmes!
         Dans les grands jours il s'en servait,
         Et chaque fois qu'il y buvait,
         Ses yeux se remplissaient de larmes!..."

                        II.
        (Elle se leve et fait quelques pas.)
         "Quand il sentit venir la mort,
         Entendu sur sa froide couche,
         Pour la porter jusqu'a sa bouche
         Sa main fit un supreme effort!..."
                  (S'interrompant.)
         Je ne savais que dire, et j'ai rougi d'abord.
                (Reprenant sa chanson.)
         "Et puis, en l'honneur de sa dame,
         Il but un derniere fois;
         La coupe trembla dans ses doigts,
         Et doucement il rendit l'ame!"
         Les grands seigneurs ont seuls des airs si resolus,
         Avec cette douceur.
               (Elle se dirige vers le pavillon.)
         Allons! n'y pensons plus!
         Cher Valentin, si Dieu m'ecoute,
         Je te reverrai!... me voila
         Toute seule!...

    (Au moment d'entrer dans la pavillon, elle apercoit
  la bouquet suspendu a la porte.)
         Un bouquet!
               (Elle prend le bouquet.)
         C'est de Siebel, sans doute!
         Pauvre garcon!
               (Apercevant la cassette.)
         Que vois-je la?
         D'ou ce riche coffret peut-il venir?... Je n'ose
         Y toucher, et pourtant ...--Voici la clef, je crois!...
         Si je l'ouvrais!... ma main tremble!... Pourquoi!
         Je ne fais, en l'ouvrant, rien de mal, je suppose!...
              (Elle ouvre la cassette et laisse tomber le bouquet.)
         O Dieu! que de bijoux!... est-ce un reve charmant
         Qui m'eblouit, ou si je veille!--
         Mes yeux n'ont jamais vu de richesse pareille!...

    (Elle place la cassette tout ouverte sur une chaise
      et s'agenouille pour se parer.)

         Si j'osais seulement
         Me parer un moment
         De ces pendants d'oreille!
              (Elle tire des boucles d'oreilles de la cassette.)
         Voici tout justement,
         Au fond de la cassette,
         Un miroir!... comment
         N'etre pas coquette?

    (Elle se pare des boucles d'oreilles, se leve et
   se regarde dans le miroir.)

         Ah! je ris de me voir
         Si belle en ce miroir!...
         Est-ce toi, Marguerite?
         Reponds-moi, reponds vite!--
         Non! non!--ce n'est plus toi!
         Ce n'est plus ton visage!
         C'est la fille d'un roi,
         Qu'on salue au passage!
         Ah! s'il etait ici!
         S'il me voyait ainsi!...
         Comme une demoiselle
         Il me trouverait belle!...
         Achevons la metamorphose!
         Il me tarde encor d'essayer
         Le bracelet et le collier.

    (Elle se pare du collier d'abord, puis du bracelet.--Se levant.)
         Dieu! c'est comme une main qui sur mon bras se pose!
         Ah! je ris de me voir
         Si belle en ce miroir!
         Est-ce toi, Marguerite?
         Reponds-moi, reponds vite!--
         Non! non!--ce n'est plus toi!
         Ce n'est plus ton visage!
         C'est la fille d'un roi,
         Qu'on salue au passage!...
         Ah! s'il etait ici!
         S'il me voyait ainsi!...
         Comme une demoiselle
         Il me trouverait belle!...
         Ah! s'il etait ici!...

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VII.

MARGUERITE, MARTHE.

_Mart._
                (entrant par le fond).
         Que vois-je, Seigneur Dieu!... comme vous voila belle,
         Mon ange!...--D'ou vous vient ce riche ecrin?

_Mar._
                   (avec confusion).
                                     Helas!
         On l'aura par megarde apporte!

_Mart._                             Que non pas!
         Ces bijoux sont a vous, ma chere demoiselle!
         Oui! c'est la le cadeau d'un seigneur amoureux!
                    (Soupirant.)
         Mon cher epoux jadis etait moins genereux!

(MEPHISTOPHELES et FAUST entrent en scene.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VIII.

Les Memes, MEPHISTOPHELES, FAUST.

_Mep._   Dame Marthe Schwerlein, s'il vous plait?

_Mart._  Qui m'appelle?

_Mep._   Pardon d'oser ainsi nous presenter chez vous!
                    (Bas a FAUST.)
         Vous voyez qu'elle a fait bel accueil aux bijoux?
                    (Haut.)
         Dame Marthe Schwerlein?

_Mart._  Me voici!

_Mep._            La nouvelle
         Que j'apporte n'est pas pour vous mettre en gaite:--
         Votre mari, madame, est mort et vous salue!

_Mart._  Ah!... grand Dieu!...

_Mar._   Qu'est ce donc?

_Mep._   Rien!...

    (MARGUERITE baisse les yeux sous le regard de MEPHISTOPHELES,
     se hate d'oter le collier, le bracelet et les pendants d'oreilles
     et de les remettre dans la cassette.)

_Mart._  O calamite!
         O nouvelle imprevue!...

    ENSEMBLE.

_Mar._
                  (a part).
         Malgre moi mon coeur tremble et tressaille a sa vue!

_Faust_
                  (a part).
         La fievre de mes sens se dissipe a sa vue!

_Mep._
                 (a MARTHE).
         Votre mari, madame, est mort et vous salue!

_Mart._  Ne m'apportez-vous rien de lui!

_Mep._   Rien!... et, pour le punir, il faut des aujourd'hui
         Chercher quelqu'un qui le remplace!

_Faust_
                  (a MARGUERITE).
         Pourquoi donc quitter ces bijoux?

_Mar._   Ces bijoux ne sont pas a moi!... Laissez, de grace!

_Mep._
                  (a MARTHE).
         Que ne serait heureux d'echanger avec vous
         La bague d'hymenee?

_Mart._
                  (a part).
         Ah, bah!
                  (Haut.)
         Plait-il?

_Mep._
                  (soupirant).
         Helas! cruelle destinee!...

_Faust_
                 (a MARGUERITE).
         Prenez mon bras un moment!

_Mar._
                     (se defendant).
         Laissez!... Je vous en conjure!...

_Mep._
            (de l'autre cote du theatre, a MARTHE).
         Votre bras!...

_Mart._
                      (a part).
         Il est charmant!

_Mep._
                      (a part).
         La voisine est un peu mure!

    (MARGUERITE abandonne son bras a FAUST et s'eloigne avec
  MEPHISTOPHELES et MARTHE restent seuls en scene.)

_Mart._  Ainsi vous voyagez toujours?

_Mep._   Dure necessite, madame!
         Sans ami, sans parents!... sans femme.

_Mart._  Cela sied encore aux beaux jours!
         Mais plus tard, combien il est triste
         De vieillir seul, en egoiste!

_Mep._   J'ai fremi souvent, j'en conviens,
         Devant cette horrible pensee!

_Mart._  Avant que l'heure en soit passee!
         Digne seigneur, songez-y bien!

_Mep._   J'y songerai!

_Mart._ Songez-y bien!

      (Ils sortent. Entre FAUST et MARGUERITE.)

_Faust._ Eh quoi! toujours seule?...

_Mar._   Mon frere
         Est soldat; j'ai perdu ma mere;
         Puis ce fut un autre malheur,
         Je perdis ma petite soeur!
         Pauvre ange!... Elle m'etait bien chere!...
         C'etait mon unique souci;
         Que de soins, helas!... que de peines!
         C'est quand nos ames en sont pleines
         Que la mort nous les prend ainsi!...
         Sitot qu'elle s'eveillait, vite
         Il fallait que je fusse la!...
         Elle n'aimait que Marguerite!
         Pour la voir, la pauvre petite,
         Je reprendrais bien tout cela!...

_Faust._ Si le ciel, avec un sourire,
         L'avait faite semblable a toi,
         C'etait un ange!... Oui, je le croi!...

_Mar._   Vous moquez-vous!...

_Faust._ Non! je t'admire!

_Mar._
                    (souriant).
         Je ne vous crois pas
         Et de moi tout bas
         Vous riez sans doute!...
         J'ai tort de rester
         Pour vous ecouter!...
         Et pourtant j'ecoute!...

_Faust._ Laisse-moi ton bras!...
         Dieu ne m'a t'il pas
         Conduit sur ta route?...
         Pourquoi redouter,
         Helas! d'ecouter?...
         Mon coeur parle; ecoute!...

           (MEPHISTOPHELES et MARTHE reparaissent.)
_Mart._  Vous n'entendez pas,
         Ou de moi tout bas
         Vous riez sans doute!
         Avant d'ecouter,
         Pourquoi vous hater
         De vous mettre en route?

_Mep._   Ne m'accusez pas,
         Si je dois, helas!
         Me remettre en route.
         Faut-il attester
         Qu'on voudrait rester
         Quand on vous ecoute?

           (La nuit commence a tomber.)
_Mar._
                     (a FAUST).
         Retirez-vous!... voici la nuit.

_Faust_
        (passant son bras autour de la taille de MARGUERITE).
         Chere ame!

_Mar._ Laissez-moi!
              (Elle se degage et s'enfuit.)

_Faust_
                (la poursuivant).
         Quoi! mechante!... on me fuit!

_Mep._
       (a part, tandis que MARTHE, depitee, lui tourne le dos).
         L'entretien devient trop tendre!
         Esquivons nous!
             (Il se cache derriere un arbre.)

_Mart._
                   (a part).
         Comment m'y prendre?
                (Se retournant.)
         Eh bien! il est parti!... Seigneur!...
                (Elle s'eloigne.)

_Mep._              Oui! Cours apres moi!...
         Ouf! cette vieille impitoyable
         De force ou de gre, je crois,
         Allait epouser le diable!

_Faust_
                  (dans la coulisse).
         Marguerite!

_Mart._
                  (dans la coulisse).
         Cher seigneur!

_Mep._   Serviteur!

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IX.

MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._
                       (seul).
         Il etait temps! sous le feuillage sombre
         Voici nos amoureux qui reviennent!...
         C'est bien!
         Gardons nous de troubler un si doux entretien!
         O nuit, etends sur eux ton ombre!
         Amour, ferme leur ame aux remords importuns!
         Et vous, fleurs aux subtils parfums,
         Epanouissez-vous sous cette main maudite!
         Achevez de troubler le coeur de Marguerite!...
           (Il s'eloigne et disparait dans l'ombre.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE X.

FAUST, MARGUERITE.

_Mar._   Il se fait tard! adieu!

_Faust_
                    (la retenant).
         Quoi! je t'implore en vain!
         Attends! laisse ma main s'oublier dans la tienne!
             (S'agenouillant devant MARGUERITE.)
         Laisse-moi, laisse-moi contempler ton visage
         Sous la pale clarte
         Dont l'astre de la nuit, comme dans un nuage,
         Caresse ta beaute!...

_Mar._  O silence! o bonheur! ineffable mystere!
         Enivrante langueur!
         J'ecoute!... Et je comprends cette voix solitaire
         Qui chante dans mon coeur!
           (Degageant sa main de celle de FAUST.)
         Laissez un peu, de grace!...

          (Elle se penche et cueille une marguerite.)
_Faust._ Qu'est se donc?

_Mar._   Un simple jeu!
         Laissez un peu!
               (Elle effeuille la marguerite.)

_Faust._ Que dit ta bouche a voix basse!...

_Mar._   Il m'aime!--Il ne m'aime pas!--
         Il m'aime!--pas!--Il m'aime!--pas!
         --Il m'aime!

_Faust._ Oui!... crois en cette fleur eclose sous tes pas!...
         Qu'elle soit pour ton coeur l'oracle du ciel meme!...
         Il t'aime!... comprends-tu ce mot sublime et doux?...
         Aimer! porter en nous
         Une ardeur toujours nouvelle!...
         Nous enivrer sans fin d'une joie eternelle!

_Faust et Mar._
                Eternelle!...

_Faust._ O nuit d'amour ... ciel radieux!...
         O douces flammes!...
         Le bonheur silencieux
         Verse les cieux
         Dans nos deux ames!...

_Mar._   Je veux t'aimer et te cherir!
         Parle encore!
         Je t'appartiens!... je t'adore!...
         Pour toi je veux mourir!...

_Faust._ Marguerite!...

_Mar._
                (se degageant des bras de FAUST).
         Ah!... partez!...

_Faust._                     Cruelle!...
         Me separer de toi!...

_Mar._   Je chancelle!...

_Faust._ Ah! cruelle!...

_Mar._
                    (suppliante).
         Laissez-moi!...

_Faust._ Tu veux que je te quitte
         Helas!... vois ma douleur.
         Tu me brises le coeur,
         O Marguerite!...

_Mar._  Partez! oui, partez vite!
         Je tremble!... helas!... J'ai peur!
         Ne brisez pas le coeur
         De Marguerite!

_Faust._ Par pitie!...

_Mar._   Si je vous suis chere,
         Par votre amour, par ces aveux
         Que je devais taire,
         Cedez a ma priere!...
         Cedez a mes voeux!

           (Elle tombe aux pieds de FAUST.)
_Faust_
          (apres un silence, la relevant doucement).
         Divine purete!...
         Chaste innocence,
         Dont la puissance
         Triomphe de ma volonte!...
         J'obeis!... Mais demain!

_Mar._   Oui, demain!... des l'aurore!...
         Demain toujours!...

_Faust._                  Un mot encore!...
         Repete-moi ce doux aveu!...
         Tu m'aimes!...

_Mar._   Adieu!...
                (Elle entre dans le pavillon.)

_Faust._ Felicite du ciel.... Ah ... fuyons....

    (Il s'elance vers la porte du jardin.
  MEPHISTOPHELES lui barre le passage.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE XI.

FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._   Tete folle!...

_Faust._ Tu nous ecoutais.

_Mep._                    Par bonheur.
         Vous auriez grand besoin, docteur,
         Qu'on vous renvoyat a l'ecole.

_Faust._ Laisse-moi.

_Mep._             Daignez seulement
         Ecouter un moment
         Ce qu'elle va conter aux etoiles, cher maitre.
         Tenez; elle ouvre sa fenetre.

    (MARGUERITE ouvre la fenetre du pavillon et s'y appuie
  un moment en silence, la tete entre les mains.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE XII.

Les memes. MARGUERITE.

_Mar._   Il m'aime; ...quel trouble en mon coeur,
         L'oiseau chante!...le vent murmure!...
         Toutes les voix de la nature
         Semblent me repeter en choeur:
         Il t'aime!...--Ah! qu'il est doux de vivre!...
         Le ciel me sourit; ...l'air m'enivre!...
         Est-ce de plaisir et d'amour
         Que la feuille tremble et palpite?...
         Demain?...--Ah! presse ton retour,
         Cher bien-aime!...viens!...

_Faust._
    (s'elancant vers la fenetre et saisissant la main de MARGUERITE).
                   Marguerite!...

_Mar._   Ah!...

_Mep._   Ho! ho!

    (MARGUERITE reste un moment interdite et laisse tomber sa tete sur
  l'epaule de FAUST; MEPHISTOPHELES ouvre la porte du jardin et sort
  en ricanant. La toile tombe.)




ACTE QUATRIEME.


SCENE PREMIERE.

_La Chambre de Marguerite._

MARGUERITE, SIEBEL.

_Sie._
         (s'approchant doucement de MARGUERITE).
         Marguerite!

_Mar._   Siebel!...

_Sie._   Encore des pleurs.

_Mar._
                   (se levant).
                                  Helas!
         Vous seul ne me maudissez pas.

_Sie._   Je ne suis qu'un enfant, mais j'ai le coeur d'un homme
         Et je vous vengerai de son lache abandon!
         Je le tuerai!

_Mar._   Qui donc?

_Sie._         Faut-il que je le nomme?
         L'ingrat qui vous trahit!...

_Mar._                Non!... taisez-vous?...

_Sie._                      Pardon!
         Vous l'aimez encore?

_Mar._   Oui!... toujours!
         Mais ce n'est pas a vous de plaindre mon ennui
         J'ai tort, Siebel, de vous parler de lui.

_Sie._
                        I.
         Si la bonheur a sourire t'invite,
         Joyeux alors, je sens un doux emoi;
         Si la douleur t'accable, Marguerite,
         O Marguerite, je pleure alors,
         Je pleure comme toi!

                        II.
         Comme deux fleurs sur une meme tige,
         Notre destin suivant le meme cours,
         De tes chagrins en fiere je m'afflige,
         O Marguerite, comme une soeur,
         Je t'aimerai toujours!

_Mar._   Soyez beni, Siebel! votre amitie m'est douce!
         Ceux dont la main cruelle me repousse,
         N'ont pas ferme pour moi la porte du saint lieu;
         J'y vais pour mon enfant ... et pour lui prier Dieu!
           (Elle sort; SIEBEL la suit a pas lents.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

_L'Eglise._

MARGUERITE, puis MEPHISTOPHELES.

    (Quelques femmes traversent la scene et entrent dans l'eglise.
  MARGUERITE entre apres elles et s'agenouille.)

_Mar._   Seigneur, daignez permettre a votre humble servante
         De s'agenouiller devant vous!

_Mep._   Non!... tu ne prieras pas!... Frappez-la d'epouvante!
         Esprits du mal, accourez tous!

_Voix de Demons Invisibles._    Marguerite!

_Mar._   Qui m'appelle?

_Voix._  Marguerite!

_Mar._   Je chancelle!
         Je meurs!--Dieu bon! Dieu clement!
         Est-ce deja l'heure du chatiment?

    (MEPHISTOPHELES parait derriere un pilier et se penche
  a l'oreille de MARGUERITE.)

_Mep._   Souviens-toi du passe, quand sous l'aile des anges,
         Abritant ton bonheur,
         Tu venais dans son temple, enchantant ses louanges,
             Adorer le Seigneur!
         Lorsque tu begayais une chaste priere
         D'une timide voix,
         Et portais dans ton coeur les baisers de ta mere,
         Et Dieu tout a la fois!
         Ecoute ces clameurs! c'est l'enfer qui t'appelle!...
         C'est l'enfer qui te suit!
         C'est l'eternel remords et l'angoisse eternelle
         Dans l'eternelle nuit!

_Mar._   Dieu! quelle est cette voix qui me parle dans l'ombre?
         Dieu tout puissant!
         Quel voile sombre
         Sur moi descend!...

_Chant Religieux_
                 (accompagne par les orgues).
         Quand du Seigneur le jour luira,
         Sa croix au ciel resplendira,
         Et l'univers s'ecroulera ...

_Mar._   Helas!... ce chant pieux est plus terrible encore!...

_Mep._   Non!
         Dieu pour toi n'a plus de pardon!
         Le ciel pour toi n'a plus d'aurore!

_Cho. Religieux._  Que dirai-je alors au Seigneur?
         Ou trouverai-je un protecteur,
         Quand l'innocent n'est pas sans peur!

_Mar._   Ah! ce chant m'etouffe et m'oppresse!
         Je suis dans un cercle de fer!

_Mep._   Adieu les nuits d'amour et les jours pleins d'ivresse!
         A toi malheur! A toi l'enfer!

_Mar. et le Cho. Religieux._
         Seigneur, accueillez la priere
         Des coeurs malheureux!
         Qu'un rayon de votre lumiere
         Descende sur eux!

_Mep._   Marguerite!
         Sois maudite! A toi l'enfer!

_Mar._                 Ah!
                 (Il disparait.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE III.

_La Rue._

VALENTIN, Soldats, puis SIEBEL.

_Cho._   Deposons les armes;
         Dans nos foyers enfin nous voici revenus!
         Nos meres en larmes,
         Nos meres et nos soeurs ne nous attendront plus.

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE IV.

VALENTIN, SIEBEL.

_Val._
                 (apercevant SIEBEL).
         Eh! parbleu! c'est Siebel!

_Sie._                    Cher Valentin....

_Val._   Viens vite!
         Viens dans mes bras.
                  (Il l'embrasse.)
                         Et Marguerite?

_Sie._            (avec embarras).
         Elle est a l'eglise, je crois.

_Val._   Oui, priant Dieu pour moi....
         Chere soeur, tremblante et craintive,
         Comme elle va preter une oreille attentive
         Au recit de nos combats!

_Cho._   Gloire immortelle
         De nos aieux,
         Sois-nous fidele
         Mourons comme eux!
         Et sous ton aile,
         Soldats vainqueurs,
         Dirige nos pas, enflamme nos coeurs!
         Vers nos foyers hatons le pas!
         On nous attend; la paix est faite!
         Plus de soupirs! ne tardons pas!
         Notre pays nous tend les bras!
         L'amour nous rit! l'amour nous fete!
         Et plus d'un coeur fremit tout bas
         Au souvenir de nos combats!
         L'amour nous rit! l'amour nous fete!
         Et plus d'un coeur fremit tout bas
         Au souvenir de nos combats!
         Gloire immortelle.

            *       *       *       *       *

_Val._   Allons, Siebel! entrons dans la maison!
         Le verre en main, tu me feras raison!

_Sie._
                    (vivement).
         Non! n'entre pas!

_Val._   Pourquoi?...--tu detournes la tete?
         Ton regard fuit le mien?...--Siebel, explique-toi!

_Sie._   Eh bien!--non, je ne puis!

_Val._             Que veux-tu dire?
            (Il se dirige vers la maison.)

_Sie._
                      (l'arretant).
                                Arrete!
         Sois clement, Valentin!

_Val._         (furieux).
         Laisse-moi! laisse-moi!
               (Il entre dans la maison.)

_Sie._   Pardonne-lui!
                      (Seul.)
         Mon Dieu! je vous implore!
         Mon Dieu, protegez-la.

    (Il s'eloigne; MEPHISTOPHELES et FAUST entrent en scene;
  MEPHISTOPHELES tient une guitare a la main.)

         *       *       *       *       *


SCENE V.

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

(FAUST se dirige vers la maison de MARGUERITE et s'arrete.)

_Mep._   Qu'attendez-vous encore?
         Entrons dans la maison.

_Faust._ Tais-toi, maudit!... j'ai peur
         De rapporter ici la honte et le malheur.

_Mep._   A quoi bon la revoir, apres l'avoir quitte?
         Notre presence ailleurs serait bien mieux fetee!
         La sabbat nous attend!

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mep._   Je vois
         Que mes avis sont vains et que l'amour l'emporte!
         Mais, pour vous faire ouvrir la porte,
         Vous avez grand besoin du secours de ma voix!

    (FAUST, pensif, se tient a l'ecart.
     MEPHISTOPHELES s'accompagne sur sa guitare.)

                        I.
         "Vous qui faites l'endormie,
           N'entendez-vous pas,
         O Catherine, ma mie,
           Ma voix et mes pas ...?"
         Ainsi ton galant t'appelle,
           Et ton coeur l'en croit!
         N'ouvre ta porte, ma belle,
         Que la bague au doigt!

                        II.
         "Catherine que j'adore,
         Pourquoi refuser
         A l'amant qui vous implore
           Un si doux baiser?..."
         Ainsi ton galant supplie,
           Et ton coeur l'en croit!
         Ne donne un baiser, ma mie,
           Que la bague au doigt!

            (VALENTIN sort de la maison.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VI.

Les memes. VALENTIN.

_Val._   Que voulez-vous, messieurs?

_Mep._   Pardon! mon camarade,
         Mais ce n'est pas pour vous qu'etait la serenade!

_Val._   Ma soeur l'ecouterait mieux que moi, je le sais!

   (Il degaine et brise la guitare de MEPHISTOPHELES d'un coup d'epee.)

_Faust._ Sa soeur!

_Mep._
                    (a VALENTIN).
         Quelle mouche vous pique?
         Vous n'aimez donc pas la musique?

_Val._   Assez d'outrage!... assez!...
         A qui de vous dois-je demander compte
         De mon malheur et de ma honte?...
         Qui de vous deux doit tomber sous mes coups?...
                  (FAUST tire son epee.)
         C'est lui!...

_Mep._   Vous le voulez?...--Allons, docteur, a vous!...

_Val._   Redouble, o Dieu puissant,
         Ma force et mon courage!
         Permets que dans son sang
         Je lave mon outrage!

_Faust_
                       (a part).
         Terrible et fremissant,
         Il glace mon courage!
         Dois-je verser le sang
         Du frere que j'outrage?...

_Mep._   De son air menacant,
         De son aveugle rage,
         Je ris!... mon bras puissant
         Va detourner l'orage!...

_Val._
      (tirant de son sein la medaille que lui a donnee MARGUERITE).
         Et toi qui preservas mes jours,
         Toi qui me viens de Marguerite,
         Je ne veux plus de ton secours,
         Medaille maudite!...
              (Il jette la medaille loin de lui.)

_Mep._
                       (a part).
         Tu t'en repentiras!

_Val._   En garde!... et defends-toi!...

_Mep._
                     (a FAUST).
         Serrez-vous contre moi!...
         Et poussez seulement, cher docteur!... moi, je pare.

_Val._   Ah!
                 (VALENTIN tombe.)

_Mep._   Voici notre heros etendu sur le sable!...
         Au large maintenant! au large!...

    (Il entraine FAUST. Arrivent MARTHE et des bourgeois
  portant des torches.)

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE VII.

VALENTIN, MARTHE, Bourgeois, puis SIEBEL et MARGUERITE.

_Mart. et les Bourg._
         Par ici!...
         Par ici, mes amis! on se bat dans la rue!...--
         L'un d'eux est tombe la!--Regardez ... le voici!...
         II n'est pas encore mort!...--on dirait qu'il remue!...--
         Vite, approchez!... il faut le secourir!

_Val._
              (se soulevant avec effort).
         Merci!
         De vos plaintes, faites-moi grace!...
         J'ai vu, morbleu! la mort en face
         Trop souvent pour en avoir peur!...
     (MARGUERITE parait au fond soutenue par SIEBEL.)

_Mar._   Valentin!...   Valentin!...
      (Elle ecarte la foule et tombe a genoux pres de VALENTIN.)

_Val._   Marguerite! ma soeur!...
                   (Il la repousse.)

         Que me veux-tu?... va-t'en

_Mar._   O Dieu!...

_Val._           Je meurs par elle!...
         J'ai sottement
         Cherche querelle
         A son amant!

_La Foule_.
            (a demi voix, montrant MARGUERITE).
         Il meurt, frappe par son amant!

_Mar._   Douleur cruelle!
         O chatiment!...

_Sie._
                   (a VALENTIN).
         Grace pour elle!...
         Soyez clement!

_Val._
             (soutenu par ceux qui l'entourent).
         Ecoute-moi bien, Marguerite!...
         Ce qui doit arriver arrive a l'heure dite!
         La mort nous frappe quand il faut,
         Et chacun obeit aux volontes d'en haut!...
         --Toi!... te voila dans la mauvaise voie!
         Tes blanches mains ne travailleront plus!
         Tu reniras, pour vivre dans la joie,
         Tous les devoirs et toutes les vertus!
         Va! la honte t'accable
         Le remords suit tes pas!
         Mais enfin l'heure sonne!
         Meurs! et si Dieu te pardonne,
         Soit maudite ici-bas.

_La Foule._
         O terreur, o blaspheme
         A ton heure supreme, infortune,
         Songe, helas, a toi-meme,
         Pardonne, si tu veux etre un jour pardonne!

_Val._   Marguerite! Soit maudite!
         La mort t'attend sur ton grabat!
         Moi je meurs de ta main
         Et je tombe en soldat!
                     (Il meurt.)

_La Foule._
         Que le Seigneur ait son ame
         Et pardonne au pecheur.
                  (La toile tombe.)




ACTE CINQUIEME.


SCENE PREMIERE.

La Prison.

MARGUERITE, endormie, FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Faust._ Va t'en!

_Mep._   Le jour va luire.--On dresse l'echafaud!
         Decide sans <DW44> Marguerite a te suivre.
         Le geolier dort.--Voici les clefs.--Il faut
         Que ta main d'homme la delivre.

_Faust._ Laisse-moi!

_Mep._   Hatez-vous.--Moi, je veille au dehors.

                       (Il sort.)
_Faust._ Mon coeur est penetre d'epouvante!--O torture!
         O source de regrets et d'eternels remords!
         C'est elle!--La voici, la douce creature
         Jetee au fond d'une prison
         Comme une vile criminelle!
         Le desespoir egara sa raison
         Son pauvre enfant, o Dieu! tue par elle!
         Marguerite!

_Mar._
                        (s'eveillant).
         Ah! c'est lui!--c'est lui! le bien-aime!
                       (Elle se leve.)
         A son appel mon coeur s'est ranime.

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   Au milieu de vos eclats de rire,
         Demons qui m'entourez, j'ai reconnu sa voix!

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   Sa main, sa douce main m'attire!
         Je suis libre! Il est la! je l'entends! je la vois.
         Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime,
         Les fers, la mort meme
         Ne me font plus peur!
         Tu m'as retrouve,
         Me voila sauve!
         C'est toi; je suis sur ton coeur!

_Faust._ Oui, c'est moi, je t'aime,
         Malgre l'effort meme
         Du demon moqueur,
         Je t'ai retrouve,
         Te voila sauve,
         C'est moi, viens sur mon coeur!

_Mar._
             (se degageant doucement de ses bras).
         Attends!... voici la rue
         Ou tu m'as vue
         Pour la premiere fois!...
         Ou votre main osa presque effleurer mes doigts!
         "--Ne permettez-vous pas, ma belle demoiselle,
         Qu'on vous offre le bras pour faire le chemin?"
         "--Non, monsieur, je ne suis demoiselle ni belle,
         Et je n'ai pas besoin qu'on me donne la main!"

_Faust._ Oui, mon coeur se souvient!--Mais fuyons! l'heure passe!

_Mar._   Et voici le jardin charmant,
         Parfume de myrte et de rose,
         Ou chaque soir discretement
         Tu penetrais a la nuit close.

_Faust._ Viens, Marguerite, fuyons!

_Mar._   Non, reste encore.

_Faust._ O ciel, elle ne m'entends pas!

          *       *       *       *       *


SCENE II.

Les memes. MEPHISTOPHELES.

_Mep._   Alerte! alerte! ou vous etes perdus!
         Si vous tardez encor, je ne m'en mele plus!

_Mar._   Le demon! le demon!--Le vois-tu?... la ... dans l'ombre
         Fixant sur nous son oeil de feu!
         Que nous veut-il?--Chasse-le du saint lieu!

_Mep._   L'aube depuis longtemps a perce la nuit sombre,
         La jour est leve
         De leur pied sonore
         J'entends nos chevaux frapper le pave.
             (Cherchant a entrainer FAUST.)
         Viens! sauvons-la. Peut-etre il en est temps encore!

_Mar._   Mon Dieu, protegez-moi!--Mon Dieu, je vous implore!
                  (Tombant a genoux.)
         Anges purs! anges radieux!
         Portez mon ame au sein des cieux!
         Dieu juste, a toi je m'abandonne!
         Dieu bon, je suis a toi!--pardonne!

_Faust._ Viens, suis-moi! je le veux!

_Mar._   Anges purs, anges radieux!
         Portez mon ame au sein des cieux!
         Dieu juste, a toi je m'abandonne!
         Dieu bon, je suis a toi!--pardonne!
         Anges purs, anges radieux!
         Portez mon ame au sein des cieux!
                  (Bruit au dehors.)

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   Pourquoi ce regard menacant?

_Faust._ Marguerite!

_Mar._   Pourquoi ces mains rouges de sang?
                  (Le repoussant.)
         Va!... tu me fais horreur!
              (Elle tombe sans mouvement.)

_Mep._   Jugee!

_Cho. des Anges._ Sauvee! Christ est ressuscite!
                  Christ vient de renaitre!
                  Paix et felicite
                  Aux disciples du Maitre!
                  Christ vient de renaitre.
                  Christ est ressuscite!

    (Les murs de la prison se sont ouverts. L'ame de MARGUERITE
  s'eleve dans les cieux. FAUST la suit des yeux avec desespoir;
  il tombe a genoux et prie. MEPHISTOPHELES est a demi renverse
  sous l'epee lumineuse de l'archange.)

FIN.




[Illustration: ACT I: A MOI LES PLAISIRS
                     (OH, I WOULD HAVE PLEASURE)]

[Illustration: ACT II. WALTZ AND CHORUS-1]

[Illustration: ACT II. WALTZ AND CHORUS-2]

[Illustration: ACT III: O NUIT D'AMOUR
                       (O NIGHT OF LOVE)]

[Illustration: ACT IV: SOLDIERS CHORUS]

[Illustration: ACT V: ANGES PUR, ANGES RADIEUX
                     (HOLY ANGELS, IN HEAVEN BLEST)]




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                           G-Z

 Title                     Text          Composer

 Grand Duchess of
   Gerolstein, The          _F._     _Jacques Offenbach_
 *Hamlet                             _Ambroise Thomas_
 Jewess, The                _I._     _Jacques F. Halevy_
 Koenigin von Saba
   (Queen of Sheba)         _G._     _Karl Goldmark_
 Lakme                      _I._     _Leo Delibes_
 Lily of Killarney, The              _Sir Jules Benedict_
 Linda di Chamounix         _I._     _Gaetano Donizetti_
 Lohengrin                  _G._     _Richard Wagner_
    do.                     _I._            do.
 *Lovely Galatea, The                _Franz von Suppe_
 Lucia di Lammermoor        _I._     _Gaetano Donizetti_
 Lucrezia Borgia            _I._            do.
 *Madame Favart                      _Jacques Offenbach_
 Manon                      _F._     _Jules Massenet_
 Maritana                            _Wm. Vincent Wallace_
 Marriage of Figaro         _I._     _W. A. Mozart_
 Martha                     _I._     _Friedrich von Flotow_
 Masaniello (Dumb
   Girl of Portici)         _I._     _D. F. E. Auber_
 *Mascot, The                        _Edmond Audran_
 Masked Ball                _I._     _Giuseppe Verdi_
 Meistersinger, Die
   (The Mastersingers)      _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 Mefistofele                _I._     _Arrigo Boito_
 Merry Wives of
     Windsor, The                    _Otto Nicolai_
 Mignon                     _I._     _Ambroise Thomas_
 Mikado, The                         _Sir Arthur S. Sullivan_
 *Nanon                              _Richard Genee_
 Norma                      _I._     _Vincenzo Bellini_
 *Olivette                           _Edmond Audran_
 Orpheus                             _C. W. von Gluck_
 Otello                     _I._     _Giuseppe Verdi_
 Pagliacci, I               _I._     _R. Leoncavallo_
 Parsifal                   _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 Pinafore (H. M. S.)                 _Sir Arthur S. Sullivan_
 Prophete, Le               _I._     _Giacomo Meyerbeer_
 Puritani, I                _I._     _Vincenzo Bellini_
 Rheingold, Das (The
   Rhinegold)               _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 Rigoletto                  _I._     _Giuseppe Verdi_
 Robert le Diable           _I._     _Giacomo Meyerbeer_
 Romeo et Julietta          _F._     _Charles Gounod_
 Romeo e Giulietta          _I._            do.
 Ruddigore                           _Sir Arthur S. Sullivan_
 Samson et Dalila           _F._     _Camille Saint-Saens_
 Semiramide                 _I._     _Gioacchino A. Rossini_
 Siegfried                  _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 Sonnambula, La             _I._     _Vincenzo Bellini_
 *Sorcerer, The                      _Sir Arthur S. Sullivan_
 *Spectre Knight, The                _Alfred Cellier_
 *Stradella                          _Friedrich von Flotow_
 Tannhaeuser                 _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 Traviata, La               _I._     _Giuseppe Verdi_
 Tristan und Isolde         _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 Trovatore, Il              _I._     _Giuseppe Verdi_
 Ugonotti, Gli (The
   Huguenots)               _I._     _Giacomo Meyerbeer_
 Verkaufte Braut, Die
   (The Bartered Bride)     _G._     _Friedrich Smetana_
 Walkuere, Die               _G._     _Richard Wagner_
 William Tell               _I._     _Gioacchino A. Rossini_
 Zauberfloete, Die (The
   Magic Flute)             _G._     _W. A. Mozart_

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SONGS FROM THE OPERAS

       *       *       *       *       *

Edited by H. E. KREHBIEL

_Bound in paper, cloth back, $2.50 each, net_

_In full cloth, gilt.... 3.50 each, net_

In these volumes of _The Musicians Library_ the editor has presented
in chronological order the most famous arias from operas of every
school. Beginning with songs from the earliest Italian productions,
a comprehensive view of operatic development is given by well-chosen
examples from German, French, and later Italian works, down to
contemporary musical drama.

Each song or aria is given in its original key with the original text,
and a faithful and singable English translation.

Each volume contains an interesting preface by Mr. Krehbiel, with
historic, descriptive, and interpretative notes on each song.

Portraits of the most noted composers represented are given in each
volume.

Size of each volume, 9-1/2 x 12-1/2 inches.


SOPRANO SONGS FROM THE OPERAS

Contains twenty-three numbers by nineteen composers. The music covers
188 pages, the prefatory matter 25 pages. Portraits are given of
Beethoven, Bellini, Gluck, Gounod, Meyerbeer, Mozart, Rossini, Verdi,
and Weber.


MEZZO SOPRANO SONGS FROM THE OPERAS

Contains thirty numbers by twenty-five composers. The music covers 186
pages, the prefatory matter 29 pages. Portraits are given of Auber,
Bizet, Donizetti, Handel, Massenet, Saint-Saens, Spontini, Thomas, and
Wagner.


ALTO SONGS FROM THE OPERAS

Contains twenty-nine numbers by twenty-two composers. The music covers
176 pages, the prefatory matter 20 pages. Portraits are given of
Glinka, Gluck, Handel, Lully, Meyerbeer, Purcell, Rossini, Thomas, and
Verdi.


TENOR SONGS FROM THE OPERAS

Contains twenty-nine numbers by twenty-one composers. The music covers
192 pages, the prefatory matter 27 pages. Portraits are given of
Beethoven, Bizet, Gluck, Gounod, Mascagni, Massenet, Verdi, Wagner, and
Weber.


BARITONE AND BASS SONGS FROM THE OPERAS

Contains twenty-seven numbers by twenty-four composers. The music
covers 188 pages, the prefatory matter 20 pages. Portraits are given of
Bellini, Bizet, Cherubini, Gounod, Halevy, Handel, Mozart, Ponchielli,
and Tchaikovsky.

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Chicago: LYON & HEALY, INC. London: WINTHROP ROGERS, LTD.

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