Scene V. Auerbach's Cellar in Leipzig
AUERBACH'S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG
CAROUSAL OF JOLLY COMPANIONS
FROSCHIs no one laughing? no one drinking? I'll teach you how to grin, I'm thinking. To-day you're like wet straw, so tame; And usually you're all aflame.
BRANDERNow that's your fault; from you we nothing see, No beastliness and no stupidity.
Pours a glass of wine over BRANDER'S head .
There's both together!
FROSCHYou wanted them: I've given you mine.
SIEBELTurn out who quarrels—out the door! With open throat sing chorus, drink and roar! Up! holla! ho!
ALTMAYERWoe's me, the fearful bellow! Bring cotton, quick! He's split my ears, that fellow.
SIEBELWhen the vault echoes to the song, One first perceives the bass is deep and strong.
FROSCHWell said! and out with him that takes the least offence!
FROSCHThe throats are tuned, commence!
BRANDERA nasty song! Fie! a political song— A most offensive song! Thank God, each morning, therefore, That you have not the Roman realm to care for! At least, I hold it so much gain for me, That I nor Chancellor nor Kaiser be. Yet also we must have a ruling head, I hope, And so we'll choose ourselves a Pope. You know the quality that can Decide the choice, and elevate the man.
SIEBELNo, greet my sweetheart not! I tell you, I'll resent it.
FROSCHMy sweetheart greet and kiss! I dare you to prevent it!
SIEBELYes, sing away, sing on, and praise, and brag of her! I'll wait my proper time for laughter: Me by the nose she led, and now she'll lead you after. Her paramour should be an ugly gnome, Where four roads cross, in wanton play to meet her: An old he-goat, from Blocksberg coming home, Should his good-night in lustful gallop bleat her! A fellow made of genuine flesh and blood Is for the wench a deal too good. Greet her? Not I: unless, when meeting, To smash her windows be a greeting!
BRANDERAttention! Hearken now to me! Confess, Sirs, I know how to live. Enamored persons here have we, And I, as suits their quality, Must something fresh for their advantage give. Take heed! 'Tis of the latest cut, my strain, And all strike in at each refrain!
He sings .
There was a rat in the cellar-nest, Whom fat and butter made smoother: He had a paunch beneath his vest Like that of Doctor Luther. The cook laid poison cunningly, And then as sore oppressed was he As if he had love in his bosom.
CHORUSAs if he had love in his bosom!
BRANDERHe ran around, he ran about, His thirst in puddles laving; He gnawed and scratched the house throughout. But nothing cured his raving. He whirled and jumped, with torment mad, And soon enough the poor beast had, As if he had love in his bosom.
CHORUSAs if he had love in his bosom!
BRANDERAnd driven at last, in open day, He ran into the kitchen, Fell on the hearth, and squirming lay, In the last convulsion twitching. Then laughed the murderess in her glee: "Ha! ha! he's at his last gasp," said she, "As if he had love in his bosom!"
CHORUSAs if he had love in his bosom!
SIEBELHow the dull fools enjoy the matter! To me it is a proper art Poison for such poor rats to scatter.
BRANDERPerhaps you'll warmly take their part?
ALTMAYERThe bald-pate pot-belly I have noted: Misfortune tames him by degrees; For in the rat by poison bloated His own most natural form he sees. FAUST AND MEPHISTOPHELES
MEPHISTOPHELESBefore all else, I bring thee hither Where boon companions meet together, To let thee see how smooth life runs away. Here, for the folk, each day's a holiday: With little wit, and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow, circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails? And if no headache persecute them, So long the host may credit give, They merrily and careless live.
BRANDERThe fact is easy to unravel, Their air's so odd, they've just returned from travel: A single hour they've not been here.
FROSCHYou've verily hit the truth! Leipzig to me is dear: Paris in miniature, how it refines its people!
SIEBELWho are the strangers, should you guess?
FROSCHLet me alone! I'll set them first to drinking, And then, as one a child's tooth draws, with cleverness, I'll worm their secret out, I'm thinking. They're of a noble house, that's very clear: Haughty and discontented they appear.
BRANDERThey're mountebanks, upon a revel.
ALTMAYERPerhaps.
MEPHISTOPHELESNot if he had them by the neck, I vow, Would e'er these people scent the Devil! FAUST Fair greeting, gentlemen!
SIEBELIn one foot is the fellow lame?
MEPHISTOPHELESIs it permitted that we share your leisure? In place of cheering drink, which one seeks vainly here, Your company shall give us pleasure.
ALTMAYERA most fastidious person you appear.
FROSCHNo doubt 'twas late when you from Rippach started? And supping there with Hans occasioned your delay?
MEPHISTOPHELESWe passed, without a call, to-day. At our last interview, before we parted Much of his cousins did he speak, entreating That we should give to each his kindly greeting.
ALTMAYERYou have it now! he understands.
FROSCHJust wait awhile: I'll have him yet.
MEPHISTOPHELESIf I am right, we heard the sound Of well-trained voices, singing chorus; And truly, song must here rebound Superbly from the arches o'er us.
FROSCHAre you, perhaps, a virtuoso?
MEPHISTOPHELESO no! my wish is great, my power is only so-so.
ALTMAYERGive us a song!
SIEBELSo that it be a bran-new strain!
MEPHISTOPHELESWe've just retraced our way from. Spain, The lovely land of wine, and song, and slumber. There was a king once reigning, Who had a big black flea—
FROSCHHear, hear! A flea! D'ye rightly take the jest? I call a flea a tidy guest.
MEPHISTOPHELESThere was a king once reigning, Who had a big black flea, And loved him past explaining, As his own son were he. He called his man of stitches; The tailor came straightway: Here, measure the lad for breeches. And measure his coat, I say!
BRANDERBut mind, allow the tailor no caprices: Enjoin upon him, as his head is dear, To most exactly measure, sew and shear, So that the breeches have no creases!
MEPHISTOPHELESIn silk and velvet gleaming He now was wholly drest— Had a coat with ribbons streaming, A cross upon his breast. He had the first of stations, A minister's star and name; And also all his relations Great lords at court became. And the lords and ladies of honor Were plagued, awake and in bed; The queen she got them upon her, The maids were bitten and bled. And they did not dare to brush them, Or scratch them, day or night: We crack them and we crush them, At once, whene'er they bite.
CHORUSWe crack them and we crush them, At once, whene'er they bite! FROSCH Bravo! bravo! that was fine.
SIEBELEvery flea may it so befall!
BRANDERPoint your fingers and nip them all!
ALTMAYERHurrah for Freedom! Hurrah for wine!
MEPHISTOPHELESI fain would drink with you, my glass to Freedom clinking, If 'twere a better wine that here I see you drinking.
SIEBELDon't let us hear that speech again!
MEPHISTOPHELESDid I not fear the landlord might complain, I'd treat these worthy guests, with pleasure, To some from out our cellar's treasure.
SIEBELJust treat, and let the landlord me arraign!
FROSCHAnd if the wine be good, our praises shall be ample. But do not give too very small a sample; For, if its quality I decide, With a good mouthful I must be supplied.
ALTMAYERThey're from the Rhine! I guessed as much, before.
MEPHISTOPHELESBring me a gimlet here!
BRANDERYou've not the casks already at the door?
ALTMAYERYonder, within the landlord's box of tools, there's one!
MEPHISTOPHELESNow, give me of your taste some intimation.
FROSCHHow do you mean? Have you so many kinds?
MEPHISTOPHELESThe choice is free: make up your minds.
ALTMAYERAha! you lick your chops, from sheer anticipation.
FROSCHGood! if I have the choice, so let the wine be Rhenish! Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish.
MEPHISTOPHELES( boring a hole in the edge of the table, at the place where FROSCH sits ) Get me a little wax, to make the stoppers, quick!
ALTMAYERAh! I perceive a juggler's trick.
MEPHISTOPHELESAnd you?
BRANDERChampagne shall be my wine, And let it sparkle fresh and fine!
MEPHISTOPHELES( bores: in the meantime one has made the wax stoppers, and plugged the holes with them .)
BRANDERWhat's foreign one can't always keep quite clear of, For good things, oft, are not so near; A German can't endure the French to see or hear of, Yet drinks their wines with hearty cheer.
as MEPHISTOPHELES approaches his seat
For me, I grant, sour wine is out of place; Fill up my glass with sweetest, will you?
MEPHISTOPHELESTokay shall flow at once, to fill you!
ALTMAYERNo—look me, Sirs, straight in the face! I see you have your fun at our expense.
MEPHISTOPHELESO no! with gentlemen of such pretence, That were to venture far, indeed. Speak out, and make your choice with speed! With what a vintage can I serve you?
ALTMAYERWith any—only satisfy our need.
After the holes have been bored and plugged
MEPHISTOPHELESGrapes the vine-stem bears, Horns the he-goat wears! The grapes are juicy, the vines are wood, The wooden table gives wine as good! Into the depths of Nature peer,— Only believe there's a miracle here! Now draw the stoppers, and drink your fill!
ALL( as they draw out the stoppers, and the wine which has been desired flows into the glass of each) O beautiful fountain, that flows at will!
MEPHISTOPHELESBut have a care that you nothing spill!
They drink repeatedly.
ALLAs 'twere five hundred hogs, we feel So cannibalic jolly!
MEPHISTOPHELESSee, now, the race is happy—it is free!
FAUSTTo leave them is my inclination.
MEPHISTOPHELESTake notice, first! their bestiality Will make a brilliant demonstration.
SIEBEL( drinks carelessly: the wine spills upon the earth, and turns to flame ) Help! Fire! Help! Hell-fire is sent!
MEPHISTOPHELESBe quiet, friendly element!
To the revellers
A bit of purgatory 'twas for this time, merely.
SIEBELWhat mean you? Wait!—you'll pay for't dearly! You'll know us, to your detriment.
FROSCHDon't try that game a second time upon us!
ALTMAYERI think we'd better send him packing quietly.
SIEBELWhat, Sir! you dare to make so free, And play your hocus-pocus on us!
MEPHISTOPHELESBe still, old wine-tub.
SIEBELBroomstick, you! You face it out, impertinent and heady?
BRANDERJust wait! a shower of blows is ready.
draws a stopper out of the table: fire flies in his face .
I burn! I burn!
SIEBEL'Tis magic! Strike— The knave is outlawed! Cut him as you like!
They draw their knives, and rush upon MEPHISTOPHELES.
MEPHISTOPHELESFalse word and form of air, Change place, and sense ensnare! Be here—and there!
They stand amazed and look at each other.
ALTMAYERWhere am I? What a lovely land!
FROSCHVines? Can I trust my eyes?
BRANDERHere, over this green arbor bending, See what a vine! what grapes depending! ( He takes SIEBEL by the nose: the others do the same reciprocally, and raise their knives .)
MEPHISTOPHELESLoose, Error, from their eyes the band, And how the Devil jests, be now enlightened!
He disappears with FAUST: the revellers start and separate.
SIEBELWhat happened?
BRANDERAnd yours that still I have in hand?
ALTMAYERIt was a blow that went through every limb! Give me a chair! I sink! my senses swim.
FROSCHBut what has happened, tell me now?
SIEBELWhere is he? If I catch the scoundrel hiding, He shall not leave alive, I vow.
ALTMAYERI saw him with these eyes upon a wine-cask riding Out of the cellar-door, just now. Still in my feet the fright like lead is weighing. Why! If the fount of wine should still be playing?
SIEBEL'Twas all deceit, and lying, false design!
FROSCHAnd yet it seemed as I were drinking wine.
BRANDERBut with the grapes how was it, pray?
ALTMAYERShall one believe no miracles, just say!
