Margaret
  How　so？
  Bessy
  They　say　That　two　she　feedeth　when　she　eats　and　drinks。
  Margaret
  Alas！
  Bessy
  She's　rightly　served；　in　sooth；　How　long　she　hung　upon　the　youth！　What
  promenades；　what　jaunts　there　were；　To　dancing　booth　and　village　fair！　The
  first　she　everywhere　must　shine；　He　always　treating　her　to　pastry　and　to　wine
  Of　her　good　looks　she　was　so　vain；　So　shameless　too；　that　to　retain　His
  presents；　she　did　not　disdain；　Sweet　words　and　kisses　came　anon　And　then
  the　virgin　flower　was　gone。
  Margaret
  Poor　thing！
  Bessy
  Forsooth　dost　pity　her？　At　night；　when　at　our　wheels　we　sat；　Abroad　our
  mothers　ne'er　would　let　us　stir。　Then　with　her　lover　she　must　chat；　Or　on　the
  bench　or　in　the　dusky　walk；　Thinking　the　hours　too　brief　for　their　sweet　talk；
  Her　proud　head　she　will　have　to　bow；　And　in　white　sheet　do　penance　now！
  Margaret
  But　he　will　surely　marry　her？
  Bessy
  Not　he！　He　won't　be　such　a　fool！　a　gallant　lad　Like　him；　can　roam　o'er　land
  and　sea；　Besides；　he's　off。
  Margaret
  That　is　not　fair！
  Bessy
  If　she　should　get　him；　'twere　almost　as　bad！　Her　myrtle　wreath　the　boys
  would　tear；　And　then　we　girls　would　plagued　her　too；　For　we　chopp'd　straw
  before　her　door　would　strew！
  （Exit。）
  Margaret　（walking　towards　home）
  How　stoutly　once　I　could　inveigh；　If　a　poor　maiden　went　astray；　Not　words
  enough　my　tongue　could　find；　'Gainst　others'　sin　to　speak　my　mind！　Black　as　it
  seemed；　I　blacken'd　it　still　more；　And　strove　to　make　it　blacker　than　before。
  And　did　myself　securely　bless　Now　my　own　trespass　doth　appear！　Yet　ah！　…
  what　urg'd　me　to　transgress；　God　knows；　it　was　so　sweet；　so　dear！
  Zwinger
  Enclosure　between　the　City　…　wall　and　the　Gate。
  （In　the　niche　of　the　wall　a　devotional　image　of　the　Mater　dolorosa；　with　flower
  …　pots　before　it）
  Margaret　（putting　fresh　flowers　in　the　pots）
  Ah；　rich　in　sorrow；　thou；　Stoop　thy　maternal　brow；　And　mark　with　pitying　eye
  my　misery！　The　sword　in　thy　pierced　heart；　Thou　dost　with　bitter　smart；　Gaze
  upwards　on　thy　Son's　death　agony。　To　the　dear　God　on　high；　Ascends　thy
  piteous　sigh；　Pleading　for　his　and　thy　sore　misery。　Ah；　who　can　know　The
  torturing　woe；　The　pangs　that　rack　me　to　the　bone？　How　my　poor　heart；
  without　relief；　Trembles　and　throbs；　its　yearning　grief　Thou　knowest；　thou
  alone！　Ah；　wheresoe'er　I　go；　With　woe；　with　woe；　with　woe；　My　anguish'd
  breast　is　aching！　When　all　alone　I　creep；　I　weep；　I　weep；　I　weep；　Alas！　my
  heart　is　breaking！　The　flower…pots　at　my　window　Were　wet　with　tears　of
  mine；　The　while　I　pluck'd　these　blossoms；　At　dawn　to　deck　thy　shrine！　When
  early　in　my　chamber　Shone　bright　the　rising　morn；　I　sat　there　on　my　pallet；　My
  heart　with　anguish　torn。　Help！　from　disgrace　and　death　deliver　me！　Ah！　rich　in
  sorrow；　thou；　Stoop　thy　maternal　brow；　And　mark　with　pitying　eye　my
  misery！
  Night。　Street　Before　Margaret's　Door
  Valentine　（a　soldier；　Margaret's　brother）
  When　seated　'mong　the　jovial　crowd；　Where　merry　comrades　boasting　loud
  Each　named　with　pride　his　favourite　lass；　And　in　her　honour　drain'd　his　glass；
  Upon　my　elbows　I　would　lean；　With　easy　quiet　view　the　scene；　Nor　give　my
  tongue　the　rein　until　Each　swaggering　blade　had　talked　his　fill。　Then　smiling　I
  my　beard　would　stroke；　The　while；　with　brimming　glass；　I　spoke；　〃Each　to　his
  taste！　…　but　to　my　mind；　Where　in　the　country　will　you　find；　A　maid；　as　my
  dear　Gretchen　fair；　Who　with　my　sister　can　compare？〃　Cling！　Clang！　so　rang
  the　jovial　sound！　Shouts　of　assent　went　circling　round；　Pride　of　her　sex　is　she！
  …　cried　some；　Then　were　the　noisy　boasters　dumb。
  And　now！　…　I　could　tear　out　my　hair；　Or　dash　my　brains　out　in　despair！　Me
  every　scurvy　knave　may　twit；　With　stinging　jest　and　taunting　sneer！　Like
  skulking　debtor　I　must　sit；　And　sweat　each　casual　word　to　hear！　And　though　I
  smash'd　them　one　and　all；　Yet　them　I　could　not　liars　call。
  Who　comes　this　way？　who's　sneaking　here？　If　I　mistake　not；　two　draw　near。
  If　he　be　one；　have　at　him；　…　well　I　wot　Alive　he　shall　not　leave　this　spot！
  Faust。　Mephistopheles
  Faust
  How　from　yon　sacristy；　athwart　the　night；　Its　beams　the　ever　…　burning　taper
  throws；　While　ever　waning；　fades　the　glimmering　light；　As　gathering　darkness
  doth　around　it　close！　So　night　…　like　gloom　doth　in　my　bosom　reign。
  Mephistopheles
  I'm　like　a　tom　…　cat　in　a　thievish　vein；　That　up　fire　…　ladders　tall　and　steep；　And
  round　the　walls　doth　slyly　creep；　Virtuous　withal；　I　feel；　with；　I　confess；　A
  touch　of　thievish　joy　and　wantonness。　Thus　through　my　limbs　already　burns
  The　glorious　Walpurgis　night！　After　to　…　morrow　it　returns；　Then　why　one
  wakes；　one　knows　aright！
  Faust
  Meanwhile；　the　treasure　I　see　glimmering　there；　Will　it　ascend　into　the　open
  air？
  Mephistopheles
  Ere　long　thou　wilt　proceed　with　pleasure；　To　raise　the　casket　with　its　treasure；
  I　took　a　peep；　therein　are　stored；　Of　lion　…　dollars　a　rich　hoard。
  Faust
  And　not　a　trinket？　not　a　ring？　Wherewith　my　lovely　girl　to　deck？
  Mephistopheles
  I　saw　among　them　some　such　thing；　A　string　of　pearls　to　grace　her　neck。
  Faust
  'Tis　well！　I'm　always　loath　to　go；　Without　some　gift　my　love　to　show。
  Mephistopheles
  Some　pleasures　gratis　to　enjoy；　Should　surely　cause　you　no　annoy。　While
  bright　with　stars　the　heavens　appear；　I'll　sing　a　masterpiece　of　art：　A　moral
  song　shall　charm　her　ear；　More　surely　to　beguile　her　heart。
  （Sings　to　the　guitar。）
  Kathrina　say；　Why　lingering　stay　At　dawn　of　day　Before　your　lover's　door？
  Maiden；　beware；　Nor　enter　there；　Lest　forth　you　fare；　A　maiden　never　more。
  Maiden　take　heed！　Reck　well　my　rede！　Is't　done；　the　deed？　Good　night；　you
  poor；　poor　thing！　The　spoiler's　lies；　His　arts　despise；　Nor　yield　your　prize；
  Without　the　marriage　ring！
  Valentine　（steps　forward）
  Whom　are　you　luring　here？　I'll　give　it　you！　Accursed　rat　…　catchers；　your
  strains　I'll　end！　First；　to　the　devil　the　guitar　I'll　send！　Then　to　the　devil　with　the
  singer　too！
  Mephistopheles
  The　poor　guitar！　'tis　done　for　now。
  Valentine
  Your　skull　shall　follow　next；　I　trow！
  Mephistopheles　（to　Faust）
  Doctor；　stand　fast！　your　strength　collect！　Be　prompt；　and　do　as　I　direct。　Out
  with　your　whisk；　keep　close；　I　pray；　I'll　parry！　do　you　thrust　away！
  Valentine
  Then　parry　that！
  Mephistopheles
  Why　not？
  Valentine
  That　too！
  Mephistopheles
  With　ease！
  Valentine
  The　devil　fights　for　you！　Why　how　is　this？　my　hand's　already　lamed！
  Mephistopheles　（to　Faust）
  Thrust　home！
  Valentine　（falls）
  Alas！
  Mephistopheles
  There！　Now　the　lubber's　tamed！　But　quick；　away！　We　must　at　once　take
  wing；　A　cry　of　murder　strikes　upon　the　ear；　With　the　police　I　know　my　course
  to　steer；　But　with　the　blood　…　ban　'tis　another　thing。
  Martha　（at　the　window）
  Without！　without！
  Margaret　（at　the　window）
  Quick；　bring　a　light！
  Martha　（as　above）
  They　rail　and　scuffle；　scream　and　fight！
  People
  One　lieth　here　already　dead！
  Martha　（coming　out）
  Where　are　the　murderers？　are　they　fled？
  Margaret　（coming　out）
  Who　lieth　here？
  People
  Thy　mother's　son。
  Margaret
  Almighty　God！　I　am　undone！
  Valentine
  I'm　dying　…　'tis　a　soon　…　told　tale；　And　sooner　done　the　deed。　Why；　women；
  do　ye　howl　and　wail？　To　my　last　words　give　heed！　（All　gather　round　him。）　My
  Gretchen　see！　still　young　art　thou；　Art　not　discreet　enough；　I　trow；　Thou　dost
  thy　matters　ill；　Let　this　in　confidence　be　said：　Since　thou　the　path　of　shame
  dost　tread；　Tread　it　with　right　good　will！
  Margaret
  My　brother！　God！　what　can　this　mean？
  Valentine
  Abstain；　Nor　dare　God's　holy　name　profane！　What's　done；　alas；　is　done　and
  past！　Matters　will　take　their　course　at　last；　By　stealth　thou　dost　begin　with
  one；　Others　will　follow　him　anon；　And　when　a　dozen　thee　have　known；
  Thou'lt　common　be　to　all　the　town。　When　infamy　is　newly　born；　In　secret　she
  is　brought　to　light；　And　the　mysterious　veil　of　night　O'er　head　and　ears　is
  drawn；　The　loathsome　birth　men　fain　would　slay；　But　soon；　full　grown；　she
  waxes　bold；　And　though　not　fairer　to　behold；　With　brazen　front　insults　the
  day：　The　more　abhorrent　to　the　sight；　The　more　she　courts　the　day's　pure
  light。
  The　time　already　I　discern；　When　thee　all　honest　folk　will　spurn；　And　shun　thy
  hated　form　to　meet；　As　when　a　corpse　infects　the　street。　Thy　heart　will　sink　in
  blank　despair；　When　they　shall　look　thee　in　the　face！　A　golden　chain　no　more
  thou'lt　wear！　Nor　near　the　altar　take　in　church　thy　place！　In　fair　lace　collar
  simply　dight　Thou'lt　dance　no　more　with　spirits　light！　In　darksome　corners
  thou　wilt　bide；　Where　beggars　vile　and　cripples　hide；　And　e'en　though　God
  thy　crime　forgive；　On　earth；　a　thing　accursed；　th