How long does she spend in gadding and
storming?
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
Canst thou
Not brew thyself the needful liquor?
_Mephistopheles_. That were a pretty pastime now
I'd build about a thousand bridges quicker.
Science and art alone won't do,
The work will call for patience, too;
Costs a still spirit years of occupation:
Time, only, strengthens the fine fermentation.
To tell each thing that forms a part
Would sound to thee like wildest fable!
The devil indeed has taught the art;
To make it not the devil is able.
[_Espying the animals_. ]
See, what a genteel breed we here parade!
This is the house-boy! that's the maid!
[_To the animals_. ]
Where's the old lady gone a mousing?
_The animals_. Carousing;
Out she went
By the chimney-vent!
_Mephistopheles_.
How long does she spend in gadding and storming?
_The animals_. While we are giving our paws a warming.
_Mephistopheles_ [_to Faust_]. How do you find the dainty creatures?
_Faust_. Disgusting as I ever chanced to see!
_Mephistopheles_. No! a discourse like this to me,
I own, is one of life's most pleasant features;
[_To the animals_. ]
Say, cursed dolls, that sweat, there, toiling!
What are you twirling with the spoon?
_Animals_. A common beggar-soup we're boiling.
_Mephistopheles_. You'll have a run of custom soon.
Not brew thyself the needful liquor?
_Mephistopheles_. That were a pretty pastime now
I'd build about a thousand bridges quicker.
Science and art alone won't do,
The work will call for patience, too;
Costs a still spirit years of occupation:
Time, only, strengthens the fine fermentation.
To tell each thing that forms a part
Would sound to thee like wildest fable!
The devil indeed has taught the art;
To make it not the devil is able.
[_Espying the animals_. ]
See, what a genteel breed we here parade!
This is the house-boy! that's the maid!
[_To the animals_. ]
Where's the old lady gone a mousing?
_The animals_. Carousing;
Out she went
By the chimney-vent!
_Mephistopheles_.
How long does she spend in gadding and storming?
_The animals_. While we are giving our paws a warming.
_Mephistopheles_ [_to Faust_]. How do you find the dainty creatures?
_Faust_. Disgusting as I ever chanced to see!
_Mephistopheles_. No! a discourse like this to me,
I own, is one of life's most pleasant features;
[_To the animals_. ]
Say, cursed dolls, that sweat, there, toiling!
What are you twirling with the spoon?
_Animals_. A common beggar-soup we're boiling.
_Mephistopheles_. You'll have a run of custom soon.
