'Tis not a
pleasant
road, my friend.
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
_Chorus of Angels_. Christ has arisen
Out of corruption's gloom.
Break from your prison,
Burst every tomb!
Livingly owning him,
Lovingly throning him,
Feasting fraternally,
Praying diurnally,
Bearing his messages,
Sharing his promises,
Find ye your master near,
Find ye him here! [10]
BEFORE THE GATE.
_Pedestrians of all descriptions stroll forth_.
_Mechanics' Apprentices_. Where are you going to carouse?
_Others_. We're all going out to the Hunter's House.
_The First_. We're going, ourselves, out to the Mill-House, brothers.
_An Apprentice_. The Fountain-House I rather recommend.
_Second_.
'Tis not a pleasant road, my friend.
_The second group_. What will you do, then?
_A Third_. I go with the others.
_Fourth_. Come up to Burgdorf, there you're sure to find good cheer,
The handsomest of girls and best of beer,
And rows, too, of the very first water.
_Fifth_. You monstrous madcap, does your skin
Itch for the third time to try that inn?
I've had enough for _my_ taste in that quarter.
_Servant-girl_. No! I'm going back again to town for one.
_Others_. Under those poplars we are sure to meet him.
_First Girl_.
