The　Fair　One
  Cease　here　to　teaze　us　any　more；　I　pray。
  Proctophantasmist
  Spirits；　I　plainly　to　your　face　declare：　No　spiritual　control　myself　will　bear；
  Since　my　own　spirit　can　exert　no　sway。
  （The　dancing　continues。）
  To　…　night；　I　see；　I　shall　in　naught　succeed；　But　I'm　prepar'd　my　travels　to
  pursue；　And　hope；　before　my　final　step　indeed；　To　triumph　over　bards　and
  devils　too。
  Mephistopheles
  Now　in　some　puddle　will　he　take　his　station；　Such　is　his　mode　of　seeking
  consolation；　Where　leeches；　feasting　on　his　rump；　will　drain　Spirits　alike　and
  spirit　from　his　brain。
  （To　Faust；　who　has　left　the　dance。）
  But　why　the　charming　damsel　leave；　I　pray；　Who　to　you　in　the　dance　so
  sweetly　sang？
  Faust
  Ah；　in　the　very　middle　of　her　lay；　Out　of　her　mouth　a　small　red　mouse　there
  sprang。
  Mephistopheles
  Suppose　there　did！　One　must　not　be　too　nice。　'Twas　well　it　was　not　grey；　let
  that　suffice。　Who　'mid　his　pleasures　for　a　trifle　cares？
  Faust
  Then　saw　I
  Mephistopheles
  What？
  Faust
  Mephisto；　seest　thou　there　Standing　far　off；　a　lone　child；　pale　and　fair？　Slow
  from　the　spot　her　drooping　form　she　tears；　And　seems　with　shackled　feet　to
  move　along；　I　own；　within　me　the　delusion'　strong；　That　she　the　likeness　of　my
  Gretchen　wears。
  Mephistopheles
  Gaze　not　upon　her！　'Tis　not　good！　Forbear！　'Tis　lifeless；　magical；　a　shape　of
  air；　An　idol。　Such　to　meet　with；　bodes　no　good；　That　rigid　look　of　hers　doth
  freeze　man's　blood；　And　well　…　nigh　petrifies　his　heart　to　stone：　The　story　of
  Medusa　thou　hast　known。
  Faust
  Ay；　verily！　a　corpse's　eyes　are　those；　Which　there　was　no　fond　loving　hand　to
  close。　That　is　the　bosom　I　so　fondly　press'd；　That　my　sweet　Gretchen's　form；
  so　oft　caress'd！
  Mephistopheles
  Deluded　fool！　'Tis　magic；　I　declare！　To　each　she　doth　his　lov'd　one's　image
  wear。
  Faust
  What　bliss！　what　torture！　vainly　I　essay　To　turn　me　from　that　piteous　look
  away。　How　strangely　doth　a　single　crimson　line　Around　that　lovely　neck　its
  coil　entwine；　It　shows　no　broader　than　a　knife's　blunt　edge！
  Mephistopheles
  Quite　right。　I　see　it　also；　and　allege　That　she　beneath　her　arm　her　head　can
  bear；　Since　Perseus　cut　it　off。　…　But　you　I　swear　Are　craving　for　illusion　still！
  Come　then；　ascend　yon　little　hill！　As　on　the　Prater　all　is　gay；　And　if　my　senses
  are　not　gone；　I　see　a　theatre；　…　what's　going　on？
  Servibilis
  They　are　about　to　recommence；　…　the　play　Will　be　the　last　of　seven；　and　spick
  …　span　new　'Tis　usual　here　that　number　to　present。　A　dilettante　did　the　piece
  invent；　And　dilettanti　will　enact　it　too。　Excuse　me；　gentlemen；　to　me's　assign'd
  As　dilettante　to　uplift　the　curtain。
  Mephistopheles
  You　on　the　Blocksberg　I'm　rejoiced　to　find；　That　'tis　your　most　appropriate
  sphere　is　certain。
  Walpurgis　…　Night's　Dream　Or　Oberon　And　Titania's　Golden　Wedding…Feast
  Intermezzo
  The　Theatre
  Manager
  Vales；　where　mists　still　shift　and　play；　To　ancient　hills　succeeding；　These　our
  scenes；　…　so　we；　to　…　day；　May　rest；　brave　sons　of　Mieding。
  Herald
  That　the　marriage　golden　be；　Must　fifty　years　be　ended；　More　dear　this　feast
  of　gold　to　me；　Contention　now　suspended。
  Oberon
  Spirits；　if　present；　grace　the　scene。　And　if　with　me　united；　Then　gratulate　the
  king　and　queen；　Their　troth　thus　newly　plighted！
  Puck
  Puck　draws　near　and　wheels　about；　In　mazy　circles　dancing！　Hundreds　swell
  his　joyous　shout；　Behind　him　still　advancing。
  Ariel
  Ariel　wakes　his　dainty　air；　His　lyre　celestial　stringing。　Fools　he　lureth；　and　the
  fair；　With　his　celestial　singing。
  Oberon
  Wedded　ones；　would　ye　agree；　We　court　your　imitation：　Would　ye　fondly
  love　as　we；　We　counsel　separation。
  Titania
  If　husband　scold　and　wife　retort；　Then　bear　them　far　asunder；　Her　to　the
  burning　south　transport；　And　him　the　North　Pole　under。
  The　Whole　Orchestra　（fortissimo）
  Flies　and　midges　all　unite　With　frog　and　chirping　cricket；　Our　orchestra
  throughout　the　night；　Resounding　in　the　thicket！
  （Solo）
  Yonder　doth　the　bagpipe　come！　Its　sack　an　airy　bubble。　Schnick；　schnick；
  schnack；　with　nasal　hum；　Its　notes　it　doth　redouble。
  Embryo　Spirit
  Spider's　foot　and　midge's　wing；　A　toad　in　form　and　feature；　Together　verses　it
  can　string；　Though　scarce　a　living　creature。
  A　Little　Pair
  Tiny　step　and　lofty　bound；　Through　dew　and　exhalation；　Ye　trip　it　deftly　on
  the　ground；　But　gain　no　elevation。
  Inquisitive　Traveller
  Can　I　indeed　believe　my　eyes？　Is't　not　mere　masquerading？　What！　Oberon　in
  beauteous　guise；　Among　the　groups　parading！
  Orthodox
  No　claws；　no　tail　to　whisk　about；　To　fright　us　at　our　revel；　Yet　like　the　gods
  of　Greece；　no　doubt；　He　too's　a　genuine　devil。
  Northern　Artist
  These　that　I'm　hitting　off　to　…　day　Are　sketches　unpretending；　Towards　Italy
  without　delay；　My　steps　I　think　of　bending。
  Purist
  Alas！　ill　…　fortune　leads　me　here；　Where　riot　still　grows　louder；　And　'mong　the
  witches　gather'd　here　But　two　alone　wear　powder！
  Young　Witch
  Your　powder　and　your　petticoat；　Suit　hags；　there's　no　gainsaying；　Hence　I　sit
  fearless　on　my　goat；　My　naked　charms　displaying。
  Matron
  We're　too　well　…　bred　to　squabble　here；　Or　insult　back　to　render；　But　may
  you　wither　soon；　my　dear；　Although　so　young　and　tender。
  Leader　of　the　Band
  Nose　of　fly　and　gnat's　proboscis；　Throng　not　the　naked　beauty！　Frogs　and
  crickets　in　the　mosses；　Keep　time　and　do　your　duty！
  Weathercock　（towards　one　side）
  What　charming　company　I　view　Together　here　collected！　Gay　bachelors；　a
  hopeful　crew。　And　brides　so　unaffected！
  Weathercock　（towards　the　other　side）
  Unless　indeed　the　yawning　ground　Should　open　to　receive　them；　From　this
  vile　crew；　with　sudden　bound；　To　Hell　I'd　jump　and　leave　them。
  Xenien
  With　small　sharp　shears；　in　insect　guise　Behold　us　at　your　revel！　That　we　may
  tender；　filial　…　wise；　Our　homage　to　the　devil。
  Hennings
  Look　now　at　yonder　eager　crew；　How　naively　they're　jesting！　That　they　have
  tender　hearts　and　true；　They　stoutly　keep　protesting！
  Musaget
  Oneself　amid　this　witchery　How　pleasantly　one　loses；　For　witches　easier　are
  to　me　To　govern　than　the　Muses！
  Ci　…　devant　Genius　of　the　Age
  With　proper　folks　when　we　appear；　No　one　can　then　surpass　us！　Keep　close；
  wide　is　the　Blocksberg　here　As　Germany's　Parnassus。
  Inquisitive　Traveller
  How　name　ye　that　stiff　formal　man；　Who　strides　with　lofty　paces？　He　tracks
  the　game　where'er　he　can；　〃He　scents　the　Jesuits'　traces。〃
  Crane
  Where　waters　troubled　are　or　clear；　To　fish　I　am　delighted；　Thus　pious
  gentlemen　appear　With　devils　here　united。
  Worldling
  By　pious　people；　it　is　true；　No　medium　is　rejected；　Conventicles；　and　not　a
  few；　On　Blocksberg　are　erected。
  Dancer
  Another　chorus　now　succeeds；　Far　off　the　drums　are　beating。　Be　still！　The
  bitterns　'mong　the　reeds　Their　one　note　are　repeating。
  Dancing　Master
  Each　twirls　about　and　never　stops；　And　as　he　can　he　fareth。　The　crooked
  leaps；　the　clumsy　hops；　Nor　for　appearance　careth。
  Fiddler
  To　take　each　other's　life；　I　trow；　Would　cordially　delight　them！　As　Orpheus'
  lyre　the　beasts；　so　now　The　bagpipe　doth　unite　them。
  Dogmatist
  My　views；　in　spite　of　doubt　and　sneer；　I　hold　with　stout　persistence；　Inferring
  from　the　devils　here；　The　evil　one's　existence。
  Idealist
  My　every　sense　rules　Phantasy　With　sway　quite　too　potential；　Sure　I'm
  demented　if　the　I　Alone　is　the　essential。
  Realist
  This　entity's　a　dreadful　bore；　And　cannot　choose　but　vex　me；　The　ground
  beneath　me　ne'er　before　Thus　totter'd　to　perplex　me。
  Supernaturalist
  Well　pleased　assembled　here　I　view　Of　spirits　this　profusion；　From　devils；
  touching　angels　too；　I　gather　some　conclusion。
  Sceptic
  The　ignis　fatuus　they　track　out；　And　think　they're　near　the　treasure。　Devil
  alliterates　with　doubt；　Here　I　abide　with　pleasure。
  Leader　of　the　Band
  Frog　and　cricket　in　the　mosses；　Confound　your　gasconading！　Nose　of　fly　and
  gnat's　proboscis；　Most　tuneful　serenading！
  The　Knowing　Ones
  Sans　…　souci；　so　this　host　we　greet；　Their　jovial　humour　showing；　There's　now
  no　walking　on　our　feet；　So　on　our　heads　we're　going。
  The　Awkward　Ones
  In　seasons　past　we　snatch'd；　'tis　true；　Some　tit　…　bits　by　our　cunning；　Our
  shoes；　alas；　are　now　danced　through；　On　our　bare　soles　we're　running。
  Will　…　o'　…　the　…　Wisps
  From　marshy　bogs　we　sprang　to　light；　Yet　here　behold　us　dancing；　The　gayest
  gallants　of　the　night；　In　glitt'ring　rows　advancing。
  Shooting　Star
  With　rapid　motion　from　on　high；　I　shot　in　starry　splendour；　Now　prostrate　on
  the　grass　I　lie；　Who　aid　will　kindly　render？
  The　Massive　Ones
  Room！　wheel　round！　They're　coming　lo！