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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe's Faust is a tragic play in verse. Faust does not seek power through knowledge, but access to transcendent knowledge denied to the rational mind. Faust takes place in multiple settings, the first of which is heaven. Mephistopheles makes a bet with God: he says that he can lure God's favorite human being (Faust), who is striving to learn everything that can be known, away from righteous pursuits. The next scene takes place in Faust's study where Faust, despairing at the vanity of scientific, humanitarian and religious learning, turns to magic for the showering of infinite knowledge. He suspects, however, that his attempts are failing. Frustrated, he ponders suicide, but rejects it as he hears the echo of nearby Easter celebrations begin. He goes for a walk with his assistant Wagner and is followed home by a stray poodle. In Faust's study, the poodle transforms into the devil (Mephistopheles). Faust makes an arrangement with the devil: the devil will do everything that Faust wants while he is here on Earth, and in exchange Faust will serve the devil in Hell. Faust's arrangement is that if he is pleased enough with anything the devil gives him that he wants to stay in that moment forever, then he will die in that moment.

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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Faust

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Faust

By Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

DEDICATION

Again ye come, ye hovering Forms! I find ye,

As early to my clouded sight ye shone!

Shall I attempt, this once, to seize and bind ye?

Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown?

Ye crowd more near! Then, be the reign assigned ye,

And sway me from your misty, shadowy zone!

My bosom thrills, with youthful passion shaken,

From magic airs that round your march awaken.

Of joyous days ye bring the blissful vision;

The dear, familiar phantoms rise again,

And, like an old and half-extinct tradition,

First Love returns, with Friendship in his train.

Renewed is Pain: with mournful repetition

Life tracks his devious, labyrinthine chain,

And names the Good, whose cheating fortune tore them

From happy hours, and left me to deplore them.

They hear no longer these succeeding measures,

The souls, to whom my earliest songs I sang:

Dispersed the friendly troop, with all its pleasures,

And still, alas! the echoes first that rang!

I bring the unknown multitude my treasures;

Their very plaudits give my heart a pang,

And those beside, whose joy my Song so flattered,

If still they live, wide through the world are scattered.

And grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning

For that serene and solemn Spirit-Land:

My song, to faint Aeolian murmurs turning,

Sways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned.

I thrill and tremble; tear on tear is burning,

And the stern heart is tenderly unmanned.

What I possess, I see far distant lying,

And what I lost, grows real and undying.

SCENE I

NIGHT

(A lofty-arched, narrow, Gothic chamber. FAUST, in a chair at his

desk, restless.)

FAUST

I've studied now Philosophy

And Jurisprudence, Medicine,

And even, alas! Theology,

From end to end, with labor keen;

And here, poor fool! with all my lore

I stand, no wiser than before:

I'm Magister yea, Doctor hight,

And straight or cross-wise, wrong or right,

These ten years long, with many woes,

I've led my scholars by the nose,

And see, that nothing can be known!

That knowledge cuts me to the bone.

I'm cleverer, true, than those fops of teachers,

Doctors and Magisters, Scribes and Preachers;

Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me,

Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me.

For this, all pleasure am I foregoing;

I do not pretend to aught worth knowing,

I do not pretend I could be a teacher

To help or convert a fellow-creature.

Then, too, I've neither lands nor gold,

Nor the world's least pomp or honor hold

No dog would endure such a curst existence!

Wherefore, from Magic I seek assistance,

That many a secret perchance I reach

Through spirit-power and spirit-speech,

And thus the bitter task forego

Of saying the things I do not know,

That I may detect the inmost force

Which binds the world, and guides its course;

Its germs, productive powers explore,

And rummage in empty words no more!

O full and splendid Moon, whom I

Have, from this desk, seen climb the sky

So many a midnight, would thy glow

For the last time beheld my woe!

Ever thine eye, most mournful friend,

O'er books and papers saw me bend;

But would that I, on mountains grand,

Amid thy blessed light could stand,

With spirits through mountain-caverns hover,

Float in thy twilight the meadows over,

And, freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me,

To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me!

Ah, me! this dungeon still I see.

This drear, accursed masonry,

Where even the welcome daylight strains

But duskly through the painted panes.

Hemmed in by many a toppling heap

Of books worm-eaten, gray with dust,

Which to the vaulted ceiling creep,

Against the smoky paper thrust,

With glasses, boxes, round me stacked,

And instruments together hurled,

Ancestral lumber, stuffed and packed

Such is my world: and what a world!

And do I ask, wherefore my heart

Falters, oppressed with unknown needs?

Why some inexplicable smart

All movement of my life impedes?

Alas! in living Nature's stead,

Where God His human creature set,

In smoke and mould the fleshless dead

And bones of beasts surround me yet!

Fly! Up, and seek the broad, free land!

And this one Book of Mystery

From Nostradamus' very hand,

Is't not sufficient company?

When I the starry courses know,

And Nature's wise instruction seek,

With light of power my soul shall glow,

As when to spirits spirits speak.

Tis vain, this empty brooding here,

Though guessed the holy symbols be:

Ye, Spirits, come ye hover near

Oh, if you hear me, answer me!

(He opens the Book, and perceives the sign of the Macrocosm.)

Ha! what a sudden rapture leaps from this

I view, through all my senses swiftly flowing!

I feel a youthful, holy, vital bliss

In every vein and fibre newly glowing.

Was it a God, who traced this sign,

With calm across my tumult stealing,

My troubled heart to joy unsealing,

With impulse, mystic and divine,

The powers of Nature here, around my path, revealing?

Am I a God? so clear mine eyes!

In these pure features I behold

Creative Nature to my soul unfold.

What says the sage, now first I recognize:

"The spirit-world no closures fasten;

Thy sense is shut, thy heart is dead:

Disciple, up! untiring, hasten