be；　But　when　together　yonder　we　appear；　Then　shalt　thou　do　the　same　for
  me。
  Faust
  But　small　concern　I　feel　for　yonder　world；　Hast　thou　this　system　into　ruin
  hurl'd；　Another　may　arise　the　void　to　fill。　This　earth　the　fountain　whence　my
  pleasures　flow；　This　sun　doth　daily　shine　upon　my　woe；　And　if　this　world　I
  must　forego；　Let　happen　then；　…　what　can　and　will。　I　to　this　theme　will　close
  mine　ears；　If　men　hereafter　hate　and　love；　And　if　there　be　in　yonder　spheres　A
  depth　below　or　height　above。
  Mephistopheles
  In　this　mood　thou　mayst　venture　it。　But　make　The　compact！　I　at　once　will
  undertake　To　charm　thee　with　mine　arts。　I'll　give　thee　more　Than　mortal　eye
  hath　e'er　beheld　before。
  Faust
  What；　sorry　Devil；　hast　thou　to　bestow？　Was　ever　mortal　spirit；　in　its　high
  endeavour；　Fathom'd　by　Being　such　as　thou？　Yet　food　thou　hast　which
  satisfieth　never；　Hast　ruddy　gold；　that　still　doth　flow　Like　restless　quicksilver
  away；　A　game　thou　hast；　at　which　none　win　who　play；　A　girl　who　would；　with
  amorous　eyen；　E'en　from　my　breast；　a　neighbour　snare；　Lofty　ambition's　joy
  divine；　That；　meteor　…　like；　dissolves　in　air。　Show　me　the　fruit　that；　ere　'tis
  pluck'd；　doth　rot；　And　trees；　whose　verdure　daily　buds　anew！
  Mephistopheles
  Such　a　commission　scares　me　not；　I　can　provide　such　treasures；　it　is　true；　But；
  my　good　friend；　a　season　will　come　round；　When　on　what's　good　we　may
  regale　in　peace。
  Faust
  If　e'er　upon　my　couch；　stretched　at　my　ease；　I'm　found；　Then　may　my　life　that
  instant　cease！　Me　canst　thou　cheat　with　glozing　wile　Till　self　…　reproach　away　I
  cast；　Me　with　joy's　lure　canst　thou　beguile；　Let　that　day　be　for　me　the　last！　Be
  this　our　wager！
  Mephistopheles
  Settled！
  Faust
  Sure　and　fast！　When　to　the　moment　I　shall　say；　〃Linger　awhile！　so　fair　thou
  art！〃　Then　mayst　thou　fetter　me　straightway；　Then　to　the　abyss　will　I　depart！
  Then　may　the　solemn　death　…　bell　sound；　Then　from　thy　service　thou　art　free；
  The　index　then　may　cease　its　round。　And　time　be　never　more　for　me！
  Mephistopheles
  I　shall　remember：　pause；　ere　'tis　too　late。
  Faust
  Thereto　a　perfect　right　hast　thou。　My　strength　I　do　not　rashly　overrate。　Slave
  am　I　here；　at　any　rate；　If　thine；　or　whose；　it　matters　not；　I　trow。
  Mephistopheles
  At　thine　inaugural　feast　I　will　this　day　Attend；　my　duties　to　commence。　But
  one　thing！　…　Accidents　may　happen；　hence　A　line　or　two　in　writing　grant；　I
  pray。
  Faust
  A　writing；　Pedant！　dost　demand　from　me？　Man；　and　man's　plighted　word；　are
  these　unknown　to　thee？　Is't　not　enough；　that　by　the　word　I　gave；　My　doom
  for　evermore　is　cast？　Doth　not　the　world　in　all　its　currents　rave；　And　must　a
  promise　hold　me　fast？　Yet　fixed　is　this　delusion　in　our　heart；　Who；　of　his　own
  free　will；　therefrom　would　part？　How　blest　within　whose　breast　truth　reigneth
  pure！　No　sacrifice　will　he　repent　when　made！　A　formal　deed；　with　seal　and
  signature；　A　spectre　this　from　which　all　shrink　afraid。　The　word　its　life
  resigneth　in　the　pen；　Leather　and　wax　usurp　the　mastery　then。　Spirits　of　evil！
  what　dost　thou　require？　Brass；　marble；　parchment；　paper；　dost　desire？　Shall　I
  with　chisel；　pen；　or　graver　write？　Thy　choice　is　free；　to　me　'tis　all　the　same。
  Mephistopheles
  Wherefore　thy　passion　so　excite　And　thus　thine　eloquence　inflame？　A　scrap　is
  for　our　compact　good。　Thou　under　…　signest　merely　with　a　drop　of　blood。
  Faust
  If　this　will　satisfy　thy　mind；　Thy　whim　I'll　gratify；　howe'er　absurd。
  Mephistopheles
  Blood　is　a　juice　of　very　special　kind。
  Faust
  Be　not　afraid　that　I　shall　break　my　word！　The　scope　of　all　my　energy　Is　in
  exact　accordance　with　my　vow。　Vainly　I　have　aspired　too　high；　I'm　on　a　level
  but　with　such　as　thou；　Me　the　great　spirit　scorn'd；　defied；　Nature　from　me
  herself　doth　hide；　Rent　is　the　web　of　thought；　my　mind　Doth　knowledge　loathe
  of　every　kind。　In　depths　of　sensual　pleasure　drown'd；　Let　us　our　fiery　passions
  still！　Enwrapp'd　in　magic's　veil　profound；　Let　wondrous　charms　our　senses
  thrill！　Plunge　we　in　time's　tempestuous　flow；　Stem　we　the　rolling　surge　of
  chance！　There　may　alternate　weal　and　woe；　Success　and　failure；　as　they　can；
  Mingle　and　shift　in　changeful　dance！　Excitement　is　the　sphere　for　man。
  Mephistopheles
  Nor　goal；　nor　measure　is　prescrib'd　to　you；　If　you　desire　to　taste　of　every
  thing；　To　snatch　at　joy　while　on　the　wing；　May　your　career　amuse　and　profit
  too！　Only　fall　to　and　don't　be　over　coy！
  Faust
  Hearken！　The　end　I　aim　at　is　not　joy；　I　crave　excitement；　agonizing　bliss；
  Enamour'd　hatred；　quickening　vexation。　Purg'd　from　the　love　of　knowledge；
  my　vocation；　The　scope　of　all　my　powers　henceforth　be　this；　To　bare　my
  breast　to　every　pang；　…　to　know　In　my　heart's　core　all　human　weal　and　woe；
  To　grasp　in　thought　the　lofty　and　the　deep；　Men's　various　fortunes　on　my
  breast　to　heap；　And　thus　to　theirs　dilate　my　individual　mind；　And　share　at
  length　with　them　the　shipwreck　of　mankind。
  Mephistopheles
  Oh；　credit　me；　who　still　as　ages　roll；　Have　chew'd　this　bitter　fare　from　year　to
  year；　No　mortal；　from　the　cradle　to　the　bier；　Digests　the　ancient　leaven！
  Know；　this　Whole　Doth　for　the　Deity　alone　subsist！　He　in　eternal　brightness
  doth　exist；　Us　unto　darkness　he　hath　brought；　and　here　Where　day　and　night
  alternate；　is　your　sphere。
  Faust
  But　'tis　my　will！
  Mephistopheles
  Well　spoken；　I　admit！　But　one　thing　puzzles　me；　my　friend；　Time's　short；　art
  long；　methinks　'twere　fit　That　you　to　friendly　counsel　should　attend。　A　poet
  choose　as　your　ally！　Let　him　thought's　wide　dominion　sweep；　Each　good　and
  noble　quality；　Upon　your　honoured　brow　to　heap；　The　lion's　magnanimity；
  The　fleetness　of　the　hind；　The　fiery　blood　of　Italy；　The　Northern's　steadfast
  mind。　Let　him　to　you　the　mystery　show　To　blend　high　aims　and　cunning　low；
  And　while　youth's　passions　are　aflame　To　fall　in　love　by　rule　and　plan！　I　fain
  would　meet　with　such　a　man；　Would　him　Sir　Microcosmus　name。
  Faust
  What　then　am　I；　if　I　aspire　in　vain　The　crown　of　our　humanity　to　gain；
  Towards　which　my　every　sense　doth　strain？
  Mephistopheles
  Thou'rt　after　all　…　just　what　thou　art。　Put　on　thy　head　a　wig　with　countless
  locks；　And　to　a　cubit's　height　upraise　thy　socks；　Still　thou　remainest　ever；
  what　thou　art。
  Faust
  I　fell　it；　I　have　heap'd　upon　my　brain　The　gather'd　treasure　of　man's　thought　in
  vain；　And　when　at　length　from　studious　toil　I　rest；　No　power；　new　…　born；
  springs　up　within　my　breast；　A　hair's　breadth　is　not　added　to　my　height；　I　am
  no　nearer　to　the　infinite。
  Mephistopheles
  Good　sir；　these　things　you　view　indeed；　Just　as　by　other　men　they're　view'd；
  We　must　more　cleverly　proceed；　Before　life's　joys　our　grasp　elude。　The　devil！
  thou　hast　hands　and　feet；　And　head　and　heart　are　also　thine；　What　I　enjoy
  with　relish　sweet；　Is　it　on　that　account　less　mine？　If　for　six　stallions　I　can　pay；
  Do　I　not　own　their　strength　and　speed？　A　proper　man　I　dash　away；　As　their
  two　dozen　legs　were　mine　indeed。　Up　then；　from　idle　pondering　free；　And
  forth　into　the　world　with　me！　I　tell　you　what；　…　your　speculative　churl　Is　like　a
  beast　which　some　ill　spirit　leads；　On　barren　wilderness；　in　ceaseless　whirl；
  While　all　around　lie　fair　and　verdant　meads。
  Faust
  But　how　shall　we　begin？
  Mephistopheles
  We　will　go　hence　with　speed；　A　place　of　torment　this　indeed！　A　precious　life；
  thyself　to　bore；　And　some　few　youngster　evermore！　Leave　that　to　neighbour
  Paunch！　…　withdraw；　Why　wilt　thou　plague　thyself　with　thrashing　straw？　The
  very　best　that　thou　dost　know　Thou　dar'st　not　to　the　striplings　show。　One　in
  the　passage　now　doth　wait！
  Faust
  I'm　in　no　mood　to　see　him　now。
  Mephistopheles
  Poor　lad！　He　must　be　tired；　I　trow；　He　must　not　go　disconsolate。　Hand　me
  thy　cap　and　gown；　the　mask　Is　for　my　purpose　quite　first　rate。　（He　changes
  his　dress。）　Now　leave　it　to　my　wit！　I　ask　But　quarter　of　an　hour；　meanwhile
  equip；　And　make　all　ready　for　our　pleasant　trip！
  （Exit　Faust。）
  Mephistopheles　And　A　Student
  Mephistopheles　（in　Faust's　long　gown）
  Mortal！　the　loftiest　attributes　of　men；　Reason　and　Knowledge；　only　thus
  contemn；　Still　let　the　Prince　of　lies；　without　control；　With　shows；　and　mocking
  charms　delude　thy　soul；　I　have　thee　unconditionally　then！　Fate　hath　endow'd
  him　with　an　ardent　mind；　Which　unrestrain'd　still　presses　on　for　ever；　And
  whose　precipitate　endeavour　Earth's　joys　o'erleaping；　leaveth　them　behind。
  Him　will　I　drag　through　life's　wild　waste；　Through　scenes　of　vapid　dulness；
  where　at　last　Bewilder'd；　he　shall　falter；　and　stick　fast；　And；　still　to　mock　his
  greedy　haste；　Viands　and　drink　shall　float　his　craving　lips　beyond　Vainly　he'll
  seek　refreshment；　anguish　…　tost；　And　were　he　not　the　devil's　by　his　bond；　Yet
  must　his　soul　infallibly　be　lost！
  A　Student　enters