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    "name": "Faust I (1808)"
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    "num": 19,
    "slug": "19-scene-16-marthas-garden",
    "title": "Scene XVI — Martha's Garden",
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    "text": "MARGARET.\n\np*®° MISE me, Henry ! —\n\nFaust.\n\nWhat I can!\n\nMARGARET.\nHow is 't with thy religion, pray?\nThou art a dear, good-hearted man,\n\nAnd yet, I think, dost not incline that way.\n\nFaust.\n\nLeave that, my child! Thou know'st my love is tender;\nFor love, my blood and life would I surrender,\n\nAnd as for Faith and Church, I grant to each his own.\n\n220 Faust.\n\nMARGARET.\n\nThat 's not enough: we must believe thereon.\n\nFaust.\nMust we?\n\nMARGARET.\n\nWould that I had some influence!\n\nThen, too, thou honorest not the Holy Sacraments.\n\nFaust.\nI honor them.\n\nMARGARET.\n\nDesiring no possession.\n\"T is long since thou hast been to mass or to confession.\n\nBelievest thou in God?\n\nFaust.\n\nMy darling, who shall dare\n\"'T believe in God!\" to say? |\nAsk priest or sage the answer to declare,\nAnd it will seem a mocking play,\n\nA sarcasm on the asker.\n\n@\n\nMARGARET.\n\nThen thou believest not!\n\nScene XVI. 221\n\nFaust.\n\n_ Hear me not falsely, sweetest countenance ! !\"4\nWho dare express Him?\n\nAnd who profess Him,\n\nSaying: I believe in Him!\n\nWho, feeling, seeing,\n\nDeny His being,\n\nSaying: I believe Him not!\n\nThe All-enfolding,\n\nThe All-upholding,\n\nFolds and upholds he not\n\nThee, me, Himself?\n\nArches not there the sky above us?\n\nLies not beneath us, firm, the earth?\nAnd rise not, on us shining,\n\nFriendly, the everlasting stars?\n\nLook I not, eye to eye, on thee,\n\nAnd feel'st not, thronging |\n\nTo head and heart, the force,\n\nStill weaving its eternal secret,\n\nInvisible, visible, round thy life?\n\nVast as it is, fill with that force thy heart,\nAnd when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art,\nCall it, then, what thou wilt, —\n\n222 Faust\n\nCall it Bliss! Heart! Love! God!\nI have no name to give it!\nFeeling is all in all:\n\nThe Name is sound and smoke,\n\nObscuring Heaven's clear glow.\n\nMarRGARET.\nAll that is fine and good, to hear it so:\nMuch the same way the preacher spoke,\nOnly with slightly different phrases.\n\nFaust.\n\nThe same thing, in all places,\nAll hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day —\nEach in its language — say ;\n\nThen why not I, in mine, as well ?\n\nMarGarReET.\nTo hear it thus, it may seem passable ;\n\nAnd yet, some hitch in 't there must be\nFor thou hast no Christianity.\n\nFaust.\nDear love!\n\na Ls tae fe eee Ee, NERS =\n\nScene XVI, | 223\n\nMARGARET.\n\nI 've long been grieved to see ©\n\nThat thou art in such company.\n\nFaust.\nHow soP\n\nMARGARET.\n\nThe man who with thee goes, thy mate,\nWithin my deepest, inmost soul I hate.\nIn all my life there 's nothing\nHas given my heart so keen a pang of loathing,\n\nAs his repulsive face has done.\n\nFaust.\n\nNay, fear him not, my sweetest one!\n\nMARGARET.\n\nI feel his presence like something ill.\n\nI 've else, for all, a kindly will,\n\nBut, much as my heart to see thee yearneth,\nThe secret horror of him returneth ;\n\nAnd I think the man a knave, as I live!\n\nIf I do him wrong, may God forgive!\n\n224 Faust.\n\nFaust.\n\nThere must be such queer birds, however.\n\nMARGARET.\n\nLive with the like of him, may I never!\nWhen once inside the door comes he,\n\nHe-looks around so sneeringly,\n\nAnd half in wrath:\n\nOne sees that in nothing no interest he hath:\n\n*T is written on his very forehead\nThat love, to him, is a thing abhorréd.\nI am so happy on thine arm,\n\nSo free, so yielding, and so warm,\n\nAnd in his presence stifled seems my heart.\n\nFaust.\n\nForeboding angel that thou art!\n\nMarGARET.\n\nIt overcomes me in such degree,\n\nThat wheresoe'er he meets us, even,\n\nI feel as though I'd lost my love for thee.\nWhen he is by, I could not pray to Heaven.\n\nneon 7\n\nScene XVI. 225\n\nThat burns within me like a flame,\n\nAnd surely, Henry, 't is with thee the same.\n\nFaust.\n\nThere, now, is thine antipathy !\n\nMarGARET.\nBut I must gO.\n\nFaust.\n\nAh, shall there never be\nA quiet hour, to see us fondly plighted,\nWith breast to breast, and soul to soul united?\n\nMAaArGaRET.\nAh, if I only slept alone!\nI'd draw the bolts to-night, for thy desire;\nBut mother's sleep so light has grown,\nAnd if we were discovered by her,\n\n\"T would be my death upon the spot !\n\nFaust.\nThou angel, fear it not!\nHere is a phial: in her drink\n\n* 226 Faust.\n\nBut three drops of it measure,\n\nAnd deepest sleep will on her senses sink.\n\nMARGARET.\n\nWhat would I not, to give thee pleasure?\n\nIt will not harm her, when one tries it?\n\nFaust.\n\nIf't would, my love, would I advise it?\n\nM aRGARET.\n\nAh, dearest man, if but thy face I see,\nI know not what compels me to thy will:\nSo much have I already done for thee,\n\nThat scarcely more is left me to fulfil.\n\n[ Exit.\n\n(Enter MEPHISTOPHELES.)\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\n\nThe monkey! Is she gone?\n\nFaust.\n\nHast played the spy again?\n\n_* ——— — —\n\nScene XVI. 227\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\n\nI 've heard, most fully, how she drew thee.\n\nThe Doctor has been catechised, 't is plain ;\nGreat good, I hope, the thing will do thee.\n\nThe girls have much desire to ascertain\n\nIf one is prim and good, as ancient rules sani:\n\nIf there he's led, they think, he 'll follow them as well.\n\nFaust.\nThou, monster, wilt nor see nor own\nHow this pure soul, of faith so lowly,\nSo loving and ineffable, —\nThe faith alone\nThat her salvation is, —with —* holy\n\nPines, lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well!\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\n\nThou, full of sensual, super-sensual desife,\n\nA girl by the nose is leading thee.\n\nFaust.\n\nAbortion, thou, of filth and fire!\n\n228 Faust.\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\nAnd then, how masterly she reads physiognomy !\nWhen I am present she's impressed, she knows not how;\nShe in my mask a hidden sense would read:\nShe feels that surely I'm a genius now, ~\nPerhaps the very Devil, indeed!\nWell, well, — to-night —?\n\nFaust.\n\nWhat 's that to thee ?\n\nMEPHISTOPHELES.\n\nYet my delight 't will also be!\n\nScene XVII.\n\nXVIT.\nAT THE FOUNTAIN.\"\nMarcareT and LisBetTu with pitchers.",
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