Sunday, 2 November 2014

Last Scene of Faust Part One- Dungeon

In this final scene of Part one the full power of the tragedy unfolds.

DUNGEON

FAUST (WITH A BUNCH OF KEYS AND A LAMP, BEFORE A SMALL IRON DOOR)

I gasp with long-forgotten horror's breath,
I'm seized by every human sorrowing.
She lives behind dank walls and slime.
A fair delusion her only crime!
You hesitate to go within.
You fear to see her once again!
Forward! Weak wavering advances death.

HE SEIZES THE LOCK. SOUND OF SINGING FROM WITHIN

My mother, the whore,
Took life from me!
My father, the rogue,
Has eaten me!
My small sister alone
Has buried my bones
Down in a cool, cool place.
I've changed into a beautiful bird;
Fly away, fly apace!

FAUST (UNLOCKING)

She doesn’t dream her love can hear the raw,
Rough clink of chains, the rustling of the straw.

HE ENTERS

MARGARET (HIDING ON HER PALLET)

Oh! They are coming. Bitter death!

FAUST (SOFTLY)

Ssh! Ssh! I've come to set you free.

MARGARET ( TURNING OVER TO FACE HIM)

If you are human, feel my misery!

FAUST

Your cries will rouse the night guards from their rest.

HE SEIZES THE CHAINS TO UNLOCK THEM

MARGARET (ON HER KNEES)

Who gave you, hangman, heavy
Power over me!
At midnight now you’re taking me already.
Have mercy, let me live, let be!
Is dawn not soon enough for you to come?

SHE STANDS UP

I’m still so young, so young!
Yet I must die!
I once was beautiful, and that was my
Downfall. My friend, once near, is far off now;
The wreath lies ripped and scattered are the flowers.
Don’t grip as strongly as you do!
Spare me! What have I done to you?
Don’t let me plead and beg in vain;
I do not even know your name!

FAUST

How shall I bear this grief, this pain!

MARGARET

I am now wholly in your power.
Just let me feed my child first now.
All night heart-close I held it, then
To grieve me they took it away;
I murdered it- that’s what they say.
I never shall have joy again.
They sing these songs about me! It’s wicked that they do!
An old folk tale has such an end,
Who says that it is true?

FAUST (CASTING HIMSELF DOWN)

A lover lies here at your feet,
To break the chains of pain and grief.

MARGARET

Oh, let us kneel, and call on holy ones on high!
See! under these stone steps, close by,
Beneath this threshold, swell
Legions from hell!
There evil’s king,
With fear-filling fury,
Makes a hideous din!

FAUST (LOUDLY)

Gretchen! Gretchen!

MARGARET (ATTENTIVE)

That was the voice of my friend.

SHE LEAPS UP. THE CHAINS FALL OFF

Where is he? I heard him call! I’m free!
And none shall keep him now from me.
I’ll hang upon his neck, and I…
Close on his breast I’ll lie!
Gretchen! he called me from the threshold stone-
Through all of hell’s howling and clattering storm,
Through all of the fury of devilish scorn,
I knew his sweet and loving tone.

FAUST

I’m here!

MARGARET

You’re here! O say it once again!

SEIZING HIM

He is! He is! Where is my fear and pain?
Where is the fear of prison? The chains?
You've come! Come to rescue me!
And I am free!-
Again I see the street where I
Saw you at first, at first while passing by,
And the cheerful garden too,
Where I and Martha walked with you.

FAUST (PUSHING TOWARD THE DOOR)

Come on! Come on!

MARGARET

Stay here! Stay here!
For I am happiest while you are near!

CARESSING HIM

FAUST

Hurry! Fly!
If you don’t fly
We will pay dearly for all this!

MARGARET

What! You can no longer kiss?
My friend, so short a time gone missing,
To so unlearn your kissing?
Why do I fear to hang upon your neck? Once it would be
That from your words, your glance, would spread
A whole, fair heaven overhead-
You kissed as if you’d smother me.
Kiss me now!
Then I’ll kiss you!

SHE EMBRACES HIM

Ah me! Your lips are cold-
Are mute.
Where is your love,
My love?
Who broke love’s hold?

FAUST

Come! Follow me! My love, be brave again!
I’ll fill your heart with a thousand times more flame!
Just follow me! That’s all I beg of you!

MARGARET

And is it you? And is it really you?

FAUST

It’s truly me! Come on!

MARGARET

You loose my chains,
You take me in your arms again.
But why do you not shrink from me?
Do you not know, my friend, whom you are setting free?

FAUST

Come! Already night yields up its power!

MARGARET

I have killed my mother. I have drowned
My child. Wasn't it to be
A gift, a gift to you and me?
You too.- It’s you! I scarce believe it yet.
Give me your hand! It’s not a dream!
Your dearest hand!- Ah! but it is wet!
Wipe it clean now!- Clean! - it seems
It’s blood.
Oh God! What have you done!
Put up your sword, put up,
I beg you- please!

FAUST

Oh! Let what now has gone be gone,
You’re killing me.

MARGARET

No! you must live! I shall
Describe to you the graves.
And you must tend them all,
Tomorrow, right away;
So give the best place to my mother,
And right beside her lay my brother;
Me, a bit to the side,
Not too far aside!-
No one else will lie by me!
Nestling by you once would be
A sweet and gracious happiness.
But that’s now something I can’t do;
Seems I must force myself on you,
As if pushed back. Nonetheless,
It’s you- so good, so pious is your gaze.

FAUST

You feel it’s so- then come, oh, come!

MARGARET

Out there?

FAUST

Into free air.

MARGARET

If there’s the grave,
If death’s in wait- then come will you!
From here to an everlasting bed of rest
And further- not one step!
You’re going? O Heinrich, would I could go too!

FAUST

You can! Just will it so! The door is free.

MARGARET

I may not go; no hope is left for me.
They’d track me down. What use is it to flee?
To have to beg is agony,
And with a guilty heart as well!
To roam strange realms is misery,
And they’d still catch me- I can tell!

FAUST

I’ll stay by you.

MARGARET

Go quickly! Quick, I pray!
Save your poor child! Away!
Just stay on the track
That runs by the brook,
Across the small bridge
And into the forest,
Left, where the planks still reach
Into the pond.
Quickly, grab on!
It wants to surface,
Still struggles- see!
Save it! Save it!

FAUST

Grip onto your sanity!
It’s but one step, and you are free!

MARGARET

If only we were past the mountain! Alone,
My mother sits there on a stone-
An icy grip seizes my hair!
My mother sits there on a stone;
Her head is wagging there-
She doesn't wave, she doesn't beckon, her head is heavy for
She slept so long, she wakes no more.
She slept so that we would have our bliss.
They were such times of happiness!

FAUST

No word, no pleading is enough,
So I must dare to bear you off.

MARGARET

No, leave me, leave! I'll not put up with force!
Don’t grip like murder; for it's true:
I have done all the rest for love of you.

FAUST

The day dawns! Love! my love!

MARGARET

Day! Yes, day is dawning. The last day dawns in gray!
It was to be my wedding day!
Tell no one you've already been with Gretchen.
My wreath- oh grief!
But what is done is done!
We’ll yet meet once
But not to dance.
No noise is heard, although crowds throng.
Square, street, and alley
Cannot hold the rally.
They break the wand, the bell has rung,
They seize and bind me! I’m led
Already to the block. It’s time.
And each neck feels the dread
Of that sharp blade that's drawn for mine.
Mute lies the world like the grave!

FAUST

Oh, would I’d never been born!

MEPHISTOPHELES (APPEARING OUTSIDE)

Up! Or you’re lost; be warned.
This stalling and chattering! Needless wavering!
My horses are shivering,
The sky is flushed with light.

MARGARET

What rose from the ground to my sight?
Him! Him! Oh, send him off!
Oh, why is he in this holy spot?
He wants me!

FAUST

You shall live!

MARGARET

Judgement of God! To You I give myself!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Come! Come! I’ll leave you both forever lost.

MARGARET

Thine am I, Father! Save me now!
Your angels! Your holy host,
Cluster around me, guard me with your power!
Heinrich! I fear for you.

MEPHISTOPHELES

She is condemned!

VOICES (FROM ABOVE)

She is saved!

MEPHISTOPHELES (TO FAUST)

Come here to me!

(HE VANISHES WITH FAUST)

VOICE (FROM WITHIN, DYING AWAY)

Heinrich! Heinrich!


THE END OF PART ONE


Tuesday, 28 October 2014

New Scenes from Faust -Troubled Day Field and Night Open Field

In this scene in prose Faust accuses and attacks Mephistopheles over Margaret's Fate. In the next short scene they are riding to the prison where the last scene of part one will take place.


TROUBLED DAY- FIELD

FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES

FAUST

In misery! Despairing! Long and pitifully astray upon the earth and now imprisoned! With terrible torments shut up like an evil-doer in a dungeon, that beautiful, unhappy creature! Things have gone so far! So far! Treacherous, vile, abominable spirit; this you have kept secret from me! Just stand there, stand! In rage roll your devilish eyes around in your head! Stand and defy me with your intolerable presence! Shut away! In irretrievable misery! Given over to evil spirits and judging, unfeeling humankind! While you lulled me with insipid diversions you concealed her growing grief from me and left her to perish helplessly!

MEPHISTOPHELES

She is not the first.

FAUST

Dog! Detestable monster and abomination! Transform him, You Infinite Spirit! Transform this worm back into his canine shape. Change him back to that in which he was pleased to trot before me during a nightly break, rolling himself at the feet of the harmless wanderer and clinging onto the shoulders of any who had fallen. Change him back to his favourite shape so that he may crawl, cringing before me, on the sand and there I may kick and trample him with my feet, Vile outcast of all! Not the first! Grief! Oh, grief! Beyond the grasp of the human soul to think that more than one creature has sunk to the depths of such misery, that the first did not go through enough in writhing death agony for all the others in the eyes of the eternally-forgiving One! I’m stirred and agitated right through to my very marrow, my life’s core, by the need and misery of this one person- you grin, composed and calm, over the fate of thousands!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Now here we are already, once more at our wit’s border, where your human sense and understanding snap. Why did you form bonds of companionship with us, if you cannot go through with it? Did we press ourselves on you, or you on us?

FAUST

Don’t snarl and bare your greedy teeth like that at me! It fills me with disgust! Great and glorious Spirit, you who found me worthy enough to appear before me, you who know my heart and know my soul, why chain me to this infamous companion who gloats over grievous harm and relishes destruction?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Are you finished?

FAUST

Save her! Or all grief be upon you! The most gruesome of curses be upon you for thousands of years!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I cannot loosen the avenger’s fetters, nor open his bolted bars. Save her! Who was it who plunged her to destruction? I or you?

FAUST LOOKS AROUND WILDLY

Are you grasping after thunder? It’s well that it wasn’t given to you miserable mortals! To smash to pieces the innocent objector, that is the manner of the tyrant, that is his method for getting relief from his embarrassment.

FAUST

Take me to her! She shall be freed!

MEPHISTOPHELES

And the danger to which you will expose yourself? Know that blood-guilt from your hand still lies over the town. For over the places of slayings hover avenging spirits that lurk waiting for the returning murderer.

FAUST

That too from you? The death and murder of a whole world fall on you, you monster! Lead me to her, I say, and set her free!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ll lead you there and as for the rest of what I can do- listen! Do you think I have all the power of heaven and earth? I’ll surround the gaoler’s senses with mist, then you seize hold of the keys and lead her out by human hand! I'll stand watch! The enchanted horses are ready... I carry you both away. That much can I do.

FAUST

Up and away!



NIGHT OPEN FIELD

FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES STORM ACROSS ON BLACK HORSES

FAUST

What are they weaving round the Ravenstone?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Don’t know what they’re brewing and making?

FAUST

Floating up, floating down, bending and bowing.

MEPHISTOPHELES

A witches’ guild.

FAUST

They strew and hallow.

MEPHISTOPHELES
Pass by! Pass by!


Saturday, 25 October 2014

New Scene from Faust- Walpurgis Night Dream


The Walpurgis Night Dream -a sort of amateur pageant, possibly being watched by Faust and Mephistopheles, adds to the surreal atmosphere. The little verses are satires or comments on various people and things. Mieding was a stage manager and scene painter. Oberon, Puck and Titania are "fairies" from Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream while Ariel , the airy spirit, is from The Tempest. The Northern Artist relates to Goethe himself whose views were enriched by his own Italian Journey. Xenien are the satiric verses in the style of the Roman poet Martial. Hennings portrayed as a sort of literary snob, published a journal called The Genius of the Age that had attacked Schiller (poet and playwright and Goethe's friend). His book of poems was called Musagent (leader of the muses). Ci-Devant possible refers to the name change of the journal at 1800 to Genius of the 19th Century. Orpheus could calm the beasts with music. An Idealist is a philosopher who lays great emphasis on the mind's role in creating reality. The realist emphasises observation of a world regarded as wholly external. "Flames" are supposed to lead the sensitive to treasure. The Nimble Ones who are sans- souci (without care) change their allegiances easily and have reversed so much they walk on their heads, while the Useless have ended up with bare feet. The massive are the masses (particularly in this case in the French Revolution). 

 

WALPURGIS NIGHT DREAM
or
OBERON AND TITANIA’S GOLDEN WEDDING

Intermezzo

THEATRE MANAGER

So today for once we rest,
Brave sons of painter Mieding.
Ancient crag and valley mist.
That’s all the scenery’s needing.

HERALD

A wedding is a golden one
With fifty years in store ;
But when the quarrelling is done,
I love that gold much more..

OBERON

If you spirits are around
Reveal yourselves to view;
Here the king and queen are bound
To now be bound anew.

PUCK

Puck now comes and cuts across,
And slides his feet in line;
And a hundred follow this,
To share a joyful time.

ARIEL

Ariel is moved to song,
In heaven tones so true;
Bringing quite a frightful throng,
But beauty’s offspring too.

OBERON

Couples wish to get along,
So learn what we impart.
Two can stay in love for long-
They only need to part.

TITANIA

He is sulking, she has whims,
So grab them both with haste.
Send her off to southern lands,
He to far northern waste.

ORCHESTRA, TUTTI (FORTISSIMO)

Nose of mosquito, snout of fly,
With relatives around,
Frog in leaf, grass cricket’s cry,
All make our music sound.

SOLO

How the bagpipe with its sack
Is big soap bubble swelling;
Hear how skirling snicker-snack
From its blunt nose is welling.

SPIRIT (WHICH IS FORMING ITSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME)

Spider’s foot, toad-belly features,
With small wings of a sprite,
These will not make up some creatures,
Just lines that come out right.

A LITTLE COUPLE

Little steps and leaps so high
Through scents and honey dew;
Though fleet enough for me are you,
We never really fly.

INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER

Is this some masquerade’s disguise?
Trust I what seems so clear?
Is Oberon, the fair god, here
Today before my eyes?

ORTHODOX

There’s no claws and no tail piece,
Yet I’ve no doubt it’s true,
Just like the ancient gods of Greece,
That he’s a devil too.

NORTHERN ARTIST

All that I’m doing still today
Are only sketches really.
Still I get set for when I may
Take my Italian journey.

PURIST

Oh, my bad luck brings me such places!
Such goings-on won’t do!
In all this witch horde only two
Are wearing powder on their faces.

YOUNG WITCH

Such powder, like a petticoat,
Suits grannies, grey and worn.
But I sit naked on my goat
And show my strapping form.

MATRON

We’re too well-mannered to engender
Fault-finding with your lot.
Yet as you are, still young and tender,
I hope you start to rot.

ORCHESTRA LEADER

Nose of mosquito, snout of fly,
Keep off that naked girl!
Frog in leaf, grass cricket’s cry,
Just keep in time as well!

WEATHERVANE (TURNING TO ONE SIDE)

The best companions you could wish;
Each girl- a bride to be;
And young friends, man for man, make this
Most promising to see!

WEATHERVANE ( TURNING TO THE OTHER SIDE)

And if the ground won’t open wide
And swallow them inside;
Then I’ll take to my heels, pell-mell,
And leap straight into hell.

XENIEN

As little insects we are here
With sharp, small nippers ready,
To becomingly revere
Lord Satan who is our daddy.

HENNINGS

Oh, how they crowd, swarm to the fray,
Naively joke together;
And in the end they’ll dare to say
They were good-hearted ever .

MUSAGET

I love to lose myself within
This host of witches, for
I’ve far more chance of leading them
Than muses- that’s for sure!

CI-DEVANT GENIUS OF THE AGE (“Musagetes- the genius of the age”)

The proper people get you places.
Come, grab on to my coat.
The Blocksberg like our German Parnassus
Has a very long, broad top.

INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER

Tell me, who’s that stiff-backed man,
Who strides with such proud steps?
He noses round now where he can,
“He sniffs out Jesuits.”

CRANE

Yes, in the clear I like to fish,
But also in the murky waters.
That’s why the pious sir can mix
Quite well here in the devil's quarters.

CHILD OF THE WORLD

Believe me, for the pious lot
All things can serve their goals.
They make up, here on Blocksberg’s top,
Lots of conventicles.

DANCER

Is that another chorus song?
I hear a distant drumming.
Don’t fret! In reeds there swarms a throng
Of philosophic bitterns booming.

DANCING MASTER

How each one lifts his limbs, gets by
By hook or else by crook-
The bent ones leap, plump hop up high,
Not asking how they look.

FIDDLER

They hate each other, rotten rabble,
Each wants the rest deceased;
The bagpipe unifies the babble,
As Orpheus did beast.

DOGMATIST

I won’t be muddled by the shouters-
The critics or the doubters;
The devil must be real, you see,
Or else how could this devil be?

IDEALIST

Within my sight, imagination
Rules with too strong a grip;
In truth, if I’m all this creation,
Today I am a twit.

REALIST

This is a trial, the real- a dream...
So vexed by all I meet;
This is the first time that I’ve been
Unsteady on my feet.

SUPERNATURALIST

I’m in a really happy mood,
I find all this just bliss;
For from the devils I conclude
Good spirits must exist.

SKEPTIC

They follow little flames, not great;
Think they track near the treasure.
As devil and doubt alliterate,
I find this place a pleasure.

ORCHESTRAL LEADER

Nose of mosquito, snout of fly,
Damn dilettante crew!
Leaf-frog, grass-born cricket’s cry,
Stay musicians, will you!

THE NIMBLE ONES

Sans-souci, that’s our troop of sweet,
Bright creatures- it is said.
We go no longer on our feet,
So we go on our heads.

THE USELESS ONES

We used to wheedle many a bite;
God help us, but time rolls!
We danced right through our shoes at night,
And now we run on naked soles.

WILL O’ THE WISPS

From reeking swamps we come,
Where we arose in swarms,
But once we join the fun,
We’re glittering, gallant forms.

SHOOTING STAR

From the height I shot, a flower
Of fire and star flight,
Lying in the grasses now,
Who’ll help me get upright?

THE MASSIVE

Make room, make room! Give way all you!
Small grass gets trampled flat.
Spirits come, but spirits too
Have limbs both strong and fat.

PUCK

Do not tread your massive way
Like calves of elephants;
May the sturdiest on this day
Be weighty Puck’s advance.

ARIEL

If fair, living nature’s grace
Or spirit gave you wings,
Follow my light, airy trace
Up the hill of rose-fair rings.

ORCHESTRA (PIANISSIMO)

Clouds that trail and mist that weaves
Dawn-gleams light overhead.
Wind flows through the reeds and leaves
And everything has fled.