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Hear my tale of tragedy:
Faustus:"
Alas, philosophy I have exploredas well as medicine and lawadd to these regrettablymy studies in theology
Yet here I sit, a foolish boreno wiser than I was before
No dog can live like thisknowledge gained is far from bliss
So I resolved my soul to freethrough blackest magic and dark alchemy"(
Goethe: Faust)
And from my library old
I have this book which I am told
Holds the key to strangest lands
Places never travelled by man
It will, no doubt, open my eyesthrough Hell I will finally find my Paradise
The Fool:
From browsing through this book I have learnedthat all that I have ever yearnedmay be accomplished easilywith words uttered feasibly
As long as I in my circle remainnothing can harm me, the demons are chained
And with the next word I do burn
The devils back to Hell return
Faustus:
As a fool summons a devil, so will Isummon the Fallen Angel of Light
And with his widom in my sight
I will remain (both day and night)as happy as a man can befor no knowledge will be strange to me
Of stars in heaven I will know
As life itself I will explore
Rain and thunder I do endure, likewisefire and icethe elements are torturing mewith the only purpose that I shall seeand know the wisdom of the lord
Lucifer I summon thee!
Mephistopheles:I have come to visit you this late(although your spells are out of date)
To see who mocks the name of Godhe might be of interest to my lord
Faustus:
Then I will speak, and you hear this:
In my search for eternal bliss
I will give my very soul to you
If what you claim is really true
Then you will serve me loyalyobey my orders accurately
For me accomplish any taskbring me the moon if I should ask
When time is up you claim your prize:
My soul forever absent from heavenly paradise
As I do sign this covenantin blood from a cut in my hand
My soul is not for God to claim
I will have twenty-four years with maidens and fame
And now I do enquire of you
The secrets of life, of Oceans blueof stars upon the mighty skyof moon and planets far up high
Mephistopheles:
That is not for man to knowas words can not tell what they are ofand man cannot grasp what words cannot commandfor words are far more glorious than ever was man
Faustus:
Your tracherous lies are powerless
You do not convince me, for I stress:do I not grasp love and hate,pleasure and pain, lust and fate ?I cannot describe these, yet I knowthat in my heart with fire they flow
How I repent my loathsome deeds,these devils do not fullfill my needs...
Mephistopheles:
Faustus, I am not at all thrilledyou try to escape, yet you have no willbut to bath in all pleasures that flesh can giveeven though, as it appears, your virgin is a deviland now is the day of your fears
I will collect what is mine after twelve yearsas day and night I gave you plenty(twelve and twelve is four-and-twenty)thus, what was thineis now forever mine"
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