This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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37422 | Be gon; what art thou? |
37422 | But what Paper is this in his Hand? |
37422 | But what is this Inscription on my Arm? |
37422 | Charles Gildon,_ The Lives and Characters of the English Dramatick Poets_( London,[ 1698? |
37422 | Come you from_ Guild- hall_, Sir? |
37422 | Doctor should send a Familiar to open the Door, in what language should I speak to the Devil? |
37422 | From_ Constantinople_ have they brought me now, Only for Measure of these idle Slaves? |
37422 | Give me some Gold, Father? |
37422 | Hast thou any Companions with thee? |
37422 | He begins by paraphrasing Marlowe:_ Faustus_: What art thou the Third? |
37422 | Is not thy Soul thy own? |
37422 | Now,_ Faustus_, thou hast heard my Pedigree, wilt thou invite me to Supper? |
37422 | Or is it Three Generations in One? |
37422 | Pray, let me ask you one Question; Are both your Legs Bed- fellows? |
37422 | Shall I make Spirits fetch me what I please? |
37422 | Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could so firm integrity be found? |
37422 | What Would you with_ Mephostopholis_? |
37422 | What art thou the Fourth? |
37422 | What art thou, that looks so terrible? |
37422 | What must you sit, and I stand? |
37422 | What''s here, a Woman? |
37422 | What''s here? |
37422 | What''s thy Business, Quick, or_ Hogon strogon_? |
37422 | Whence comest thou? |
37422 | Where could they find another formed so fit, To poise, with solid sense, a sprightly wit? |
37422 | Who art thou? |
37422 | Why is not thy Room perfum''d, and spread with Cloth of_ Tissue_? |
37422 | Why shouldst thou not? |
37422 | Wretch, what hast thou done? |
37422 | [_ Again._] He had a Colt''s Tooth, and over- laid one of his Maids; yet, what of that? |
37422 | [_ Again._] He would now and then Curse in his Passion, and give a Soul to the Devil, or so; yet, what of that? |
37422 | [_ Again._]''Tis thought that her Body workt him off on his Legs; why, what of that? |
37422 | [_ Good Angel ascends, bad Angel descends.__ Faust._ Command the World; Ay,_ Faustus_, think on that, Why streams not then my Blood that I may write? |
37422 | [_ Table flies down.__ Scar._ Thou Varlet, dost thou see what thy Proverb has done? |
37422 | _ Are these Things So?_( 1740), and_ The Great Man''s Answer to Are these Things So?_( 1740). |
37422 | _ Are these Things So?_( 1740), and_ The Great Man''s Answer to Are these Things So?_( 1740). |
37422 | _ Ben._ The Devil''s alive again? |
37422 | _ Cart._ And has the Doctor but one Leg then? |
37422 | _ Critick_: D''ye mean her Reputation for Acting? |
37422 | _ Enter Pride.__ Fau._ What art thou? |
37422 | _ Fau._ And what are you, Mr._ Minks_, the Seventh and last? |
37422 | _ Fau._ What art thou the Fifth? |
37422 | _ Fau._ What art thou the Sixth? |
37422 | _ Fau._ What art thou the Third? |
37422 | _ Fau._ What wert thou on Earth? |
37422 | _ Faust._ Art sure it was the Devil? |
37422 | _ Faust._ But why art thou afraid of the Devil? |
37422 | _ Faust._ Frighted at what? |
37422 | _ Faust._ It comes this way? |
37422 | _ Faust._ My wooden Leg; what dost thou mean, Friend? |
37422 | _ Faust._ Tell me who made the World? |
37422 | _ Faust._ What Noise is that? |
37422 | _ Faust._ What ail''st thou? |
37422 | _ Faust._ What means this then? |
37422 | _ Faust._ What says_ Lucifer_, thy Lord? |
37422 | _ Faust._ What sight is this? |
37422 | _ Faust._ Where art thou,_ Faustus_? |
37422 | _ Faust._ Where art thou? |
37422 | _ Faust._ Why dost thou ask? |
37422 | _ Gi._ I can divide my self to serve my Friends? |
37422 | _ Har._ Come then let''s fall too,_ San''s_ Ceremony; Will you be Carver? |
37422 | _ Har._ Is this his third Person? |
37422 | _ Har._ Some Wine too? |
37422 | _ Har._ Where is it? |
37422 | _ Har._ Will it please you then to make way for him? |
37422 | _ Homo fuge_: Whether shall I fly? |
37422 | _ Hors._ Heard of him, a Plague take him, I have Cause to know him; has he play''d any Pranks with you? |
37422 | _ Hors._ Why, do n''t you remember I pull''d off one o''your Legs when you were a Sleep? |
37422 | _ Host._ What have the Rogues left my Pots, and run away, without paying their Reck''ning? |
37422 | _ Meph._ Ay,_ Faustus_, is it not a splendid Life? |
37422 | _ Meph._ Do you deliver it as your Deed, and Gift? |
37422 | _ Meph._ How am I tortur''d by these Villains Charms? |
37422 | _ Meph._ Is that all? |
37422 | _ Meph._ Now,_ Faustus_ wilt thou have a Wife? |
37422 | _ Meph._ Now,_ Faustus_, what wouldst thou have with me? |
37422 | _ Meph._ What is''t I would not do to obtain his Soul? |
37422 | _ Old M._ Who,_ Faustus_? |
37422 | _ Old M._ Why would not_ Faustus_ tell me of that before? |
37422 | _ Scar._ Acquainted with the Devil? |
37422 | _ Scar._ Do n''t you know me? |
37422 | _ Scar._ Does he so? |
37422 | _ Scar._ Help me down? |
37422 | _ Scar._ I have seen, Oh, oh----_ Faust._ What? |
37422 | _ Scar._ Now how do you like my Art? |
37422 | _ Scar._ O''o''o''_ Faust._ Speak, Fellow, what''s the Matter? |
37422 | _ Scar._ What Practice has he? |
37422 | _ Scar._ What was he doing when you left him? |
37422 | _ Scar._ When comes he home? |
37422 | _ Scar._ Will it please your Lustiness to lead the Way? |
37422 | _ Spirits ascend.__ Faust._ How am I glutted with conceit of this? |
37422 | do you harbour Rogues that bilk poor Folks, and wo nt pay their Reck''nings? |
37422 | what''s here, a Man hang''d? |
37422 | what''s here, a dead Body? |
779 | Analytic? |
779 | Do ye see yonder tall fellow in the round slop? 779 O Barbarous"? |
779 | O Barbarous? |
779 | Seek THOU to save? |
779 | This, Faustus?] |
779 | alone? |
779 | done?] |
779 | for TWICE forty DOLLARS?] |
779 | --How do you like them, madam? |
779 | Accursed Faustus, where is mercy now? |
779 | Affords this art no greater miracle? |
779 | And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis? |
779 | And what are you that live with Lucifer? |
779 | And what should I do with these? |
779 | Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, Whereby whole cities have escap''d the plague, And thousand desperate maladies been eas''d? |
779 | Away with such vain fancies, and despair; Despair in God, and trust in Belzebub: Now go not backward; no, Faustus, be resolute: Why waver''st thou? |
779 | Away, envious rascal!--What art thou, the fifth? |
779 | Ay, and body too: but what of that? |
779 | Ay, but whereabout? |
779 | But I''ll seek out my doctor, and have my forty dollars again, or I''ll make it the dearest horse!--O, yonder is his snipper- snapper.--Do you hear? |
779 | But may I raise up spirits when I please? |
779 | But must thou sit, and I stand? |
779 | But what is this inscription[86] on mine arm? |
779 | But, do you hear, Wagner? |
779 | But, do you hear? |
779 | But, leaving these vain trifles of men''s souls, Tell me what is that Lucifer thy lord? |
779 | But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul? |
779 | But, tell me, hath every sphere a dominion or intelligentia? |
779 | But, tell me, have they all one motion, both situ et tempore? |
779 | Canst thou conjure with it? |
779 | Choke thyself, glutton!--What art thou, the sixth? |
779 | Come on, Mephistophilis; what shall we do? |
779 | Come, Ralph: did not I tell thee, we were for ever made by this Doctor Faustus''book? |
779 | Come, what doest thou with that same book? |
779 | Contrition, prayer, repentance-- what of them? |
779 | Did not he charge thee to appear to me? |
779 | Did not my conjuring speeches raise thee? |
779 | Do you hear, Master Doctor? |
779 | Do you hear, sir? |
779 | Do you hear, sir? |
779 | Do you hear? |
779 | Doctor Fustian, quoth a? |
779 | Hast thou, as erst I did command, Conducted me within the walls of Rome? |
779 | Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander''s love and Oenon''s death? |
779 | Have you any witness on''t? |
779 | Here they be, madam: wilt please you taste on them? |
779 | Homo, fuge: whither should I fly? |
779 | How comes it, then, that he is prince of devils? |
779 | How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? |
779 | How many heavens or spheres are there? |
779 | How prov''st thou that? |
779 | How say you now? |
779 | How then, sir? |
779 | How, in verse? |
779 | I do repent; and yet I do despair: Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast: What shall I do to shun the snares of death? |
779 | I have heard that great- bellied women do long for some dainties or other: what is it, madam? |
779 | I see there''s virtue in my heavenly words: Who would not be proficient in this art? |
779 | Is it unwilling I should write this bill? |
779 | Is not thy common talk found aphorisms? |
779 | Is that the reason why[79] he tempts us thus? |
779 | Is''t not too late? |
779 | Is, to dispute well, logic''s chiefest end? |
779 | Look, comes he not? |
779 | Master Doctor, I heard this lady, while she lived, had a wart or mole in her neck: how shall I know whether it be so or no? |
779 | My Lord of Lorrain, will''t please you draw near? |
779 | No, will you not wake? |
779 | Now tell me[77] what says Lucifer, thy lord? |
779 | Now, Faustus, how dost thou like this? |
779 | Now, Faustus, must Thou needs be damn''d, and canst thou not be sav''d: What boots it, then, to think of God or heaven? |
779 | Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper? |
779 | Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have me do? |
779 | O, what shall we do to save[170] Faustus? |
779 | O, what will not I do to obtain his soul? |
779 | O, who art thou that look''st so terrible? |
779 | Oh faire bird, what foul musicke is this? |
779 | Or why is this immortal that thou hast? |
779 | Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve[26] me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? |
779 | Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed? |
779 | Speak, Mephistophilis, what means this show? |
779 | Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? |
779 | Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever? |
779 | Tell me who made the world? |
779 | Tell me, sirrah, hast thou any comings in? |
779 | Tell me, where is the place that men call hell? |
779 | Tell me,[96] Faustus, how dost thou like thy wife? |
779 | Think''st thou that Faustus is so fond[93] to imagine That, after this life, there is any pain? |
779 | Thou damned wretch and execrable dog, Bred in the concave of some monstrous rock, How dar''st thou thus abuse a gentleman? |
779 | Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time: But tell me now what resting- place is this? |
779 | To God? |
779 | Tush, These slender trifles Wagner can decide: Hath Mephistophilis no greater skill? |
779 | Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any thing? |
779 | Was not that Lucifer an angel once? |
779 | Well, do you hear, sirrah? |
779 | Well, thou wilt have one? |
779 | Well, wilt thou serve me, and I''ll make thee go like Qui mihi discipulus? |
779 | Well, you will not tell us? |
779 | What ails Faustus? |
779 | What are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last? |
779 | What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn''d to die? |
779 | What art thou, the first? |
779 | What art thou, the fourth? |
779 | What art thou, the second? |
779 | What art thou, the third? |
779 | What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,[19] What will be, shall be? |
779 | What mean you, sirrah? |
779 | What means Faustus? |
779 | What might the staying of my blood portend? |
779 | What, are they gone? |
779 | What, are you crossing of yourself? |
779 | What, is great Mephistophilis so passionate For being deprived of the joys of heaven? |
779 | What, is he gone? |
779 | What, will you go on horse- back or on foot[?] |
779 | When Mephistophilis shall stand by me, What god can hurt thee, Faustus? |
779 | Where are you damn''d? |
779 | Where art thou, Faustus? |
779 | Where be they? |
779 | Where is Justinian? |
779 | Who I, sir? |
779 | Who I, sir? |
779 | Who buzzeth in mine ears I am a spirit? |
779 | Who knows not the double motion of the planets? |
779 | Who, Faustus? |
779 | Why did not Faustus tell us of this before,[169] that divines might have prayed for thee? |
779 | Why should I die, then, or basely despair? |
779 | Why shouldst thou not? |
779 | Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? |
779 | Why, Faustus, Thinkest thou heaven is such a glorious thing? |
779 | Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain''d that end? |
779 | Why, Robin, what book is that? |
779 | Why, didst thou not say thou knewest? |
779 | Why, dost not thou know? |
779 | Why, sir, what would you? |
779 | Why, sir, will he not drink of all waters? |
779 | Why, think''st thou, then, that Faustus shall be damn''d? |
779 | Wilt please your highness now to send for the knight that was so pleasant with me here of late? |
779 | Yes, sir, I will tell you: yet, if you were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question; for is not he corpus naturale? |
779 | Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer!-- Where is it now? |
779 | [ 100] Tell me, are there many heavens above the moon Are all celestial bodies but one globe, As is the substance of this centric earth? |
779 | [ 84] Why streams it not, that I may write afresh? |
779 | [''?'' |
779 | and in the last line of the speech,"O bloody"? |
779 | and in the last line of the speech,"O bloody"? |
779 | and is not that mobile? |
779 | be they good? |
779 | beginnest thou now to runne into a poore mans house, where thou hast no power, and wert not able to keepe thy owne two dayes? |
779 | comes he not? |
779 | if I should serve you, would you teach me to raise up Banios and Belcheos? |
779 | in the next line but one,"O treacherous"? |
779 | in the next line but one,"O treacherous"? |
779 | is not thy soul shine own? |
779 | maledicat Dominus? |
779 | shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use? |
779 | then wherefore should you ask me such a question? |
779 | there''s no haste: but, good, are you remembered how you crossed me in my conference with the Emperor? |
779 | thou canst not read? |
779 | what be they? |
779 | what meanest thou, Robin? |
779 | what shall I do? |
779 | what shall I do? |
779 | what''s the news with thee? |
779 | what, dost think I am a horse- doctor? |
779 | where''s thy master? |
779 | who''s that which snatched the meat from me? |
779 | wretch, what hast thou done? |
779 | you have had a great journey: will you take sixpence in your purse to pay for your supper, and be gone? |
779 | you, hey- pass,[145] where''s your master? |
811 | HOLY synod?] |
811 | one?] |
811 | sirs? |
811 | ''Snails, what hast thou got there? |
811 | ( this play):"But wherefore do I dally my revenge?-- Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistophilis?" |
811 | (''?'' |
811 | Accursed Faustus, wretch, what hast thou done? |
811 | Affords this art no greater miracle? |
811 | And do you remember nothing of your leg? |
811 | And do you remember you bid he should not ride him[ 221] into the water? |
811 | And has the doctor but one leg, then? |
811 | And hath not he, that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis? |
811 | And what are you that live with Lucifer? |
811 | And what are you, Mistress Minx, the seventh and last? |
811 | And what art thou, the fifth? |
811 | And what art thou, the third? |
811 | Are all celestial bodies but one globe, As is the substance of this centric earth? |
811 | Are not thy bills hung up as monuments, Whereby whole cities have escap''d the plague, And thousand[ 5] desperate maladies been cur''d? |
811 | Ay, and body too; and what of that? |
811 | Ay, so are all things else; but whereabouts? |
811 | Ay; but, Sir Saucebox, know you in what place? |
811 | Be both your legs bed- fellows every night together? |
811 | But have they all one motion, both situ et tempore? |
811 | But is there not coelum igneum et crystallinum? |
811 | But may I raise such spirits when I please? |
811 | But must thou sit, and I stand? |
811 | But tell me, hath every sphere a dominion or intelligentia? |
811 | But what is this inscription on mine arm? |
811 | But where is Bruno, our elected Pope, That on a Fury''s back came post from Rome? |
811 | But wherefore do I dally my revenge?-- Asteroth, Belimoth, Mephistophilis? |
811 | But wherefore dost thou ask? |
811 | But, I prithee, tell me in good sadness, Robin, is that a conjuring- book? |
811 | But, leaving these vain trifles of men''s souls, Tell me what is that Lucifer thy lord? |
811 | But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul? |
811 | But, think''st thou heaven is[ 71] such a glorious thing? |
811 | Choke thyself, glutton!--What art thou, the sixth? |
811 | Come, Ralph: did not I tell thee, we were for ever made by this Doctor Faustus''book? |
811 | Come, sirs, what shall we do now[ 203] till mine hostess comes? |
811 | Contrition, prayer, repentance-- what of[ 46] these? |
811 | Did he conjure thee too? |
811 | Did not he charge thee to appear to me? |
811 | Did not my conjuring speeches[ 33] raise thee? |
811 | Do not you remember a horse- courser you sold a horse to? |
811 | First, may it please your sacred Holiness To view the sentence of the reverend synod Concerning Bruno and the Emperor? |
811 | Groan you, Master Doctor? |
811 | Ha''[ 225] you forgotten me? |
811 | Ha, ha, ha!--Dost hear him,[ 220] Dick? |
811 | Has not the Pope enough of conjuring yet? |
811 | Hast thou, as erst I did command, Conducted me within the walls of Rome? |
811 | Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander''s love and Oenon''s death? |
811 | Homo, fuge: whither should[ 56] I fly? |
811 | How comes it, then, that he is prince of devils? |
811 | How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? |
811 | How many heavens or spheres are there? |
811 | How prov''st thou that? |
811 | How should he but in desperate lunacy? |
811 | I do repent; and yet I do despair: Hell strives with grace for conquest in my breast: What shall I do to shun the snares of death? |
811 | I will, sir: but hark you, master; will you teach me this conjuring occupation? |
811 | I would lift up my hands; but see, they hold''em, they hold''em? |
811 | Is all our pleasure turn''d to melancholy? |
811 | Is it[ 53] unwilling I should write this bill? |
811 | Is not all power on earth bestow''d on us? |
811 | Is that the reason why he tempts us thus? |
811 | Is''t not too late? |
811 | Is, to dispute well, logic''s chiefest end? |
811 | Knew you not, traitors, I was limited For four- and- twenty years to breathe on earth? |
811 | Look, sirs, comes he not? |
811 | Nay, hark you; can you tell me[ 218] where you are? |
811 | No, Robin: why is''t? |
811 | Now tell me what saith Lucifer, thy lord? |
811 | Now tell me who made the world? |
811 | Now tell me, Faustus, are we not fitted well? |
811 | Now, Faustus, thou hast heard all my progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper? |
811 | Now, Faustus, what will you do now? |
811 | Now, Faustus, what wouldst thou have me do? |
811 | Now, Faustus, wilt thou have a wife? |
811 | Now, sir, I thinking the horse had had some quality[ 208] that he would not have me know of, what did I but rid[ 209] him into a great river? |
811 | Now, sirrah, I must tell you that you may ride him o''er hedge and ditch, and spare him not; but, do you hear? |
811 | O my dear Faustus, what imports this fear? |
811 | O, are you here? |
811 | O, help me, gentle friend!--Where is Martino? |
811 | O, hostess, how do you? |
811 | O, what art thou that look''st so terribly? |
811 | O, what may we do to save Faustus? |
811 | O, what will all thy riches, pleasures, pomps, Avail thee now? |
811 | Or why is this immortal that thou hast? |
811 | Out, envious wretch!--But what art thou, the fourth? |
811 | Say, Wagner,--thou hast perus''d my will,-- How dost thou like it? |
811 | Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise[ 13] I will? |
811 | Sirrah Dick, dost thou[ 202] know why I stand so mute? |
811 | Sirrah, wilt thou be my man, and wait on me, and I will make thee go like Qui mihi discipulus? |
811 | Sirrah,[ 38] hast thou no comings in? |
811 | Speak, Faustus, do you deliver this as your deed? |
811 | Speak, are there many spheres above the moon? |
811 | Speak, wilt thou come and see this sport? |
811 | Stay, Mephistophilis, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? |
811 | Sweet friends, what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever? |
811 | Tell me, where is the[ 62] place that men call hell? |
811 | That shall I soon.--What art thou, the[ 80] first? |
811 | Then you will not tell us? |
811 | These slender questions Wagner can decide: Hath Mephistophilis no greater skill? |
811 | Think''st thou that Faustus is so fond to imagine That, after this life, there is any pain? |
811 | Thou art a proud knave, indeed.--What art thou, the second? |
811 | Thus hitherto hath Faustus spent his time: But tell me[ 104] now, what resting- place is this? |
811 | Villain, have I not bound thee to tell me any thing? |
811 | Was not that Lucifer an angel once? |
811 | Was this fair Helen, whose admired worth Made Greece with ten years''war[ 233] afflict poor Troy? |
811 | Was this that damned head, whose art[ 185] conspir''d Benvolio''s shame before the Emperor? |
811 | Was this that stern aspect, that awful frown, Made the grim monarch of infernal spirits Tremble and quake at his commanding charms? |
811 | What Lollards do attend our holiness, That we receive such[ 133] great indignity? |
811 | What a devil ail you two? |
811 | What ails Faustus? |
811 | What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn''d to die? |
811 | What boots it, then, to think on God or heaven? |
811 | What devil attends this damn''d magician, That, spite of spite, our wrongs are doubled? |
811 | What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What will be, shall be? |
811 | What is the reason you disturb the Duke? |
811 | What may we do, that we may hide our shames? |
811 | What means this show? |
811 | What might the staying of my blood portend? |
811 | What needs this question? |
811 | What of this? |
811 | What rude disturbers have we at the gate? |
811 | What shall his[ 187] eyes do? |
811 | What shall we, then, do, dear Benvolio? |
811 | What sight is this? |
811 | What use shall we put his beard to? |
811 | What will not I do to obtain his soul? |
811 | What would they have? |
811 | What''s here? |
811 | What''s that? |
811 | What, in verse? |
811 | What, is great Mephistophilis so passionate For being deprived of the joys of heaven? |
811 | What, is he asleep or dead? |
811 | When Mephistophilis shall stand by me, What power can hurt me? |
811 | Where are you damn''d? |
811 | Where art thou, Faustus? |
811 | Where is Benvolio? |
811 | Where is Justinian? |
811 | Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio? |
811 | Who buzzeth in mine ears[ 73] I am a spirit? |
811 | Who knows not the double motion[ 77] of the planets? |
811 | Who pays for the ale? |
811 | Who would not be proficient in this art? |
811 | Who''s this that stands so solemnly by himself? |
811 | Who, Faustus? |
811 | Who, I,[ 85] sir? |
811 | Why did not Faustus tell us of this before, that divines might have prayed for thee? |
811 | Why should I die, then, or basely despair? |
811 | Why shouldst thou not? |
811 | Why streams it not, that I may write afresh? |
811 | Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? |
811 | Why, Faustus, hast thou not attain''d that end? |
811 | Why, do you hear, sir? |
811 | Why, dost not thou know, then? |
811 | Why, dost thou think that Faustus shall be damn''d? |
811 | Why, have you any pain that torture others? |
811 | Why, saucy varlets, dare you be so bold? |
811 | Will not his grace consort the Emperor? |
811 | Wilt thou stand in thy window, and see it, then? |
811 | Wouldst thou make a Colossus of me, that thou askest me such questions? |
811 | You are a couple of fine companions: pray, where''s the cup you stole from the tavern? |
811 | You are deceived, for I will tell you: yet, if you were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question; for is he not corpus naturale? |
811 | You know Doctor Faustus? |
811 | [ 251] What, weep''st thou? |
811 | and is not that mobile? |
811 | and now, sirs, having divided him, what shall the body do? |
811 | comes he not? |
811 | did I not tell you, To- morrow we would sit i''the consistory, And there determine of his punishment? |
811 | did not I[ 224] pull off one of your legs when you were asleep? |
811 | had the doctor three legs? |
811 | is not thy soul thine own? |
811 | shall I be haunted still? |
811 | shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use? |
811 | then wherefore should you ask me such a question? |
811 | what dost thou mean by that? |
811 | what lack you? |
811 | what news with thee? |
811 | what shall I do? |
811 | what strange beast is yon, that thrusts his head out at window? |
811 | where be these whores? |
811 | where''s thy master? |
811 | who snatch''d the meat from me? |
811 | why, will he not drink of all waters? |
811 | will it please you to[ 144] take a shoulder of mutton to supper, and a tester[ 145] in your purse, and go back again? |
811 | will you serve me now? |
811 | wretch, what hast thou done? |
45806 | Catherine que j''adore, Pourquoi refuser A l''amant qui vous implore Un si doux baiser?... |
45806 | Vous qui faites l''endormie, N''entendez- vous pas, O Catherine, ma mie, Ma voix et mes pas...? |
45806 | Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle, To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way? |
45806 | --Ne permettez- vous pas, ma belle demoiselle, Qu''on vous offre le bras pour faire le chemin?" |
45806 | A moi leurs désirs? |
45806 | A qui de vous dois- je demander compte De mon malheur et de ma honte?... |
45806 | Abundance of gold? |
45806 | Ah, Siebel, is it thou? |
45806 | Allow me to offer you some from my cellar? |
45806 | And Marguerite? |
45806 | Are they wither''d? |
45806 | Are you afraid of me? |
45806 | Are you, then, Martha Schwerlein? |
45806 | Avant d''écouter, Pourquoi vous hâter De vous mettre en route? |
45806 | But come, Doctor Faust, what is your will? |
45806 | But this God, what will he do for me? |
45806 | But what is this? |
45806 | C''est ici? |
45806 | C''est là que cette enfant a grandi sous ton aile, A dormi sous tes yeux? |
45806 | Can I be dreaming? |
45806 | Can the accursed wizard''s words be true? |
45806 | Comment m''y prendre? |
45806 | D''où ce riche coffret peut- il venir?... |
45806 | Dame Marthe Schwerlein? |
45806 | Dare I to take his life, Who but resents an outrage? |
45806 | Darest thou live, ingrate? |
45806 | Darest thou still exist? |
45806 | Dieu ne m''a t''il pas Conduit sur ta route?... |
45806 | Do ye not like my singing? |
45806 | Dois- je verser le sang Du frère que j''outrage?... |
45806 | Eh bien? |
45806 | Elles se fanent?... |
45806 | Est- ce de plaisir et d''amour Que la feuille tremble et palpite?... |
45806 | Est- ce déjà l''heure du châtiment? |
45806 | Est- ce toi, Marguerite? |
45806 | Est- ce toi, Marguerite? |
45806 | Et Marguerite? |
45806 | Fain would I his birth And station also know? |
45806 | Fain would I know the name Of the fair youth I met? |
45806 | Faut- il attester Qu''on voudrait rester Quand on vous écoute? |
45806 | Faut- il qu''une fille á danser Vous invite? |
45806 | From which of ye must I demand Satisfaction for this foul outrage? |
45806 | From whom did this splendid casket come? |
45806 | Hear''st thou their call? |
45806 | How knew you her name? |
45806 | I laugh, as I pass, to look into a glass; Is it truly Marguerite, then? |
45806 | I laugh, as I pass, to look into a glass; Is it truly Marguerite, then? |
45806 | I. Maiden, now in peace reposing, From thy sleep awake, Hear my voice with love imploring, Wilt thou pity take? |
45806 | Is it you? |
45806 | Is it you? |
45806 | Je voudrais bien savoir quel était ce jeune homme, Si c''est un grand seigneur, et comment il se nomme? |
45806 | Know''st thou not How happy''tis to love? |
45806 | Me rendra- t''il l''amour, l''espérance et la foi? |
45806 | Mon bouquet n''est- il pas charmant? |
45806 | My bouquet is charming indeed? |
45806 | Ne permettrez- vous pas, ma belle demoiselle, Qu''on vous offre le bras pour faire le chemin? |
45806 | Ne suis- je pas mis à ta guise? |
45806 | Ne veux- tu pas Aux plus belles D''entre elles Offrir ton bras? |
45806 | Nous ferez vous l''honneur de trinquer avec nous? |
45806 | O coupe des aïeux, qui tant fois fus pleine, Pourquoi trembles- tu dans ma main?... |
45806 | O goblet, which my ancestors So many times have filled, Why tremblest thou in my grasp? |
45806 | O mort, quand viendras- tu m''abriter sous ton aile? |
45806 | Of what now are you thinking? |
45806 | Or am I really awake? |
45806 | Or was''t mere witchcraft? |
45806 | Parle, voyons!...--Te fais- je peur? |
45806 | Plait- il? |
45806 | Pour fêter l''infâme idole, Peuples et rois confondus, Au bruit sombre des écus Dansent une ronde folle Autour de son piédestal?... |
45806 | Pourquoi donc quitter ces bijoux? |
45806 | Pray seek you a partner to join in the dance? |
45806 | Qu''as- tu donc? |
45806 | Qu''attendez- vous de moi? |
45806 | Que faut- il pour te décider? |
45806 | Que me veux- tu?... |
45806 | Que ne serait heureux d''échanger avec vous La bague d''hyménée? |
45806 | Que vois- je là? |
45806 | Quelle mouche vous pique? |
45806 | Qui de vous deux doit tomber sous mes coups?... |
45806 | Qui vous a dit son nom? |
45806 | Religieux._ Que dirai- je alors au Seigneur? |
45806 | Say, Doctor, what would you of me? |
45806 | See you this line? |
45806 | Sent he nothing else to me? |
45806 | Si je trempais mes doigts dans l''eau bénite?... |
45806 | Since death thus evades me, Why should I not go in search of him? |
45806 | So, I surprise you? |
45806 | Tell me, I pray, are you Martha Schwerlein? |
45806 | Tu veux la gloire? |
45806 | Vous l''aimez encore? |
45806 | Vous n''aimez donc pas la musique? |
45806 | Vous voyez cette ligne? |
45806 | Vous voyez qu''elle a fait bel accueil aux bijoux? |
45806 | What is it? |
45806 | What say you? |
45806 | What utters she in tones subdued? |
45806 | What''s to be done? |
45806 | What, here again, dear boy? |
45806 | Whence this dire trepidation? |
45806 | Wherefore lay aside these jewels? |
45806 | Which of ye must I now slay? |
45806 | Who gave to you these jewels? |
45806 | Who shall protection find When innocence such persecution meets? |
45806 | Who would not gladly unto You present the wedding- ring? |
45806 | Why do you tremble so, you who menace me? |
45806 | Why falters now my courage? |
45806 | Why fear''st thou to listen? |
45806 | Why tarry, then? |
45806 | Why this sorrowful farewell? |
45806 | Why, what has happened? |
45806 | Why, what has happened? |
45806 | Will he return to me youth, love, and faith? |
45806 | Will you honor us by partaking of wine? |
45806 | Will you not ask of them To accept you? |
45806 | Will you not permit me, my fairest demoiselle, To offer you my arm, and clear for you the way? |
45806 | With what shall we begin? |
45806 | Would you kick me out the very same day? |
45806 | You think so? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Ah, cruel one, would''st fly? |
45806 | _ Faust._ And what can I do with riches? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Art always thus alone? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Et que peux- tu pour moi? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Je la reverrai? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Là- bas?... |
45806 | _ Faust._ Où se cache la belle enfant Que ton art m''a fait voir?--Est- ce un vain sortilège? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Qu''est se donc? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Qu''importe? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Quand? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Que ferais- je de la richesse? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Que regardes- tu là? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Say, shall I again behold her? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Siebel? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Then what will you do for me? |
45806 | _ Faust._ What fear is this unnerves my arm? |
45806 | _ Faust._ What is it thou doest? |
45806 | _ Faust._ What is''t she says? |
45806 | _ Faust._ When? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Where bides the beauteous maid Thine art did show to me? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Whom dost thou see? |
45806 | _ Faust._ Would''st thou have me leave thee? |
45806 | _ Faust._ You overheard us? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Pourquoi ce regard menaçant? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Pourquoi ces mains rouges de sang? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Qu''est ce donc? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Qui donc? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Qui m''appelle? |
45806 | _ Mar._ See''st thou yon demon crouching in the shade? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Who calls me? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Whose life? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Why that glance with anger fraught? |
45806 | _ Mar._ Why, what has happened? |
45806 | _ Mart._ Ainsi vous voyagez toujours? |
45806 | _ Mart._ Qui m''appelle? |
45806 | _ Mart._ Why so? |
45806 | _ Mep._ A quoi bon la revoir, après l''avoir quitté? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Dame Marthe Schwerlein, s''il vous plait? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Do you doubt my power? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Doutes- tu ma puissance?... |
45806 | _ Mep._ Pourquoi trembler, vous qui me menacez? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Qu''attendez- vous encore? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Tout.--Mais dis- moi d''abord Ce que tu veux;--est- ce de l''or? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Well, how do you like it? |
45806 | _ Mep._ What scruple now assails thee? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Why see her again, then, after leaving her? |
45806 | _ Mep._ Why tarry ye? |
45806 | _ Mep._( to VALENTINE) Why this anger? |
45806 | _ Religious Cho._ What shall we say unto high heav''n? |
45806 | _ Sie._ Dost love him still, then? |
45806 | _ Sie._ Faut- il que je le nomme? |
45806 | _ Sie._ I? |
45806 | _ Sie._ Need I name him? |
45806 | _ Sie._ Vous êtes donc sorcier? |
45806 | _ Val._ Good sir, what want you here? |
45806 | _ Val._ Pourquoi?...--tu détournes la tête? |
45806 | _ Val._ Que veux- tu dire? |
45806 | _ Val._ Que voulez- vous, messieurs? |
45806 | _ Val._ What mean''st thou? |
45806 | _ Val._ Why not, I pray?--Thou turn''st away; Thy silent glance doth seek the ground-- Speak, Siebel-- what hath happened? |
45806 | _ Wag._ Eh bien? |
45806 | _ Wag._ Hein? |
45806 | _ Wag._ Qu''as- tu donc?... |
45806 | _ Wag._ What sayst thou? |
45806 | at the bottom of the casket is a glass: I there can see myself!-- But am I not becoming vain? |
45806 | but what must I give in return? |
45806 | comme vous voilà belle, Mon ange!...--D''où vous vient ce riche écrin? |
45806 | comment N''être pas coquette? |
45806 | comprends- tu ce mot sublime et doux?... |
45806 | d''écouter?... |
45806 | daignez m''attendre ici? |
45806 | does thy hand tremble? |
45806 | je puis contenter ton caprice_ Faust._ Et que te donnerai- je en retour? |
45806 | le démon!--Le vois- tu?... |
45806 | leave we this spot, The dawn hath appeared; Hear''st thou not the fiery chargers, As with sonorous hoof they paw the ground? |
45806 | of Maidens._ Why thy eyes so lustrous Hidest thou from sight? |
45806 | par où commencerai- je? |
45806 | puisque la mort me fuit, Pourquoi n''irais- je pas vers elle?... |
45806 | que t''ensemble? |
45806 | quelle est cette voix qui me parle dans l''ombre? |
45806 | quels regrets attristent nos adieux? |
45806 | see''st thou not my grief? |
45806 | taisez- vous?... |
45806 | toujours seule?... |
45806 | what can I do? |
45806 | what is''t I see? |
45806 | what voice is this That in the shade doth speak to me? |
45806 | when will thy dusky wings Above me hover and give me-- rest? |
14591 | ''Twill warm thy heart with new desire: Art with the Devil hand and glove, And wilt thou be afraid of fire? |
14591 | ( MEPHISTOPHELES_ knocks_) FAUST(_ stamping his foot_) Who''s there? |
14591 | (_ To some, who are sitting around dying embers_:) Old gentlemen, why at the outskirts? |
14591 | (_ To the Animals_) But tell me now, ye cursed puppets, Why do ye stir the porridge so? |
14591 | (_ To the Animals_) It seems the mistress has gone away? |
14591 | (_ To_ FAUST,_ who has left the dance_:) Wherefore forsakest thou the lovely maiden, That in the dance so sweetly sang? |
14591 | (_ To_ MARGARET) How fares the heart within your breast? |
14591 | A FIFTH You swaggering fellow, is your hide A third time itching to be tried? |
14591 | A FOURTH Come up to Burgdorf? |
14591 | A VOICE Which way com''st thou hither? |
14591 | ALTMAYER How? |
14591 | ALTMAYER Where am I? |
14591 | AUTHOR Who, now, a work of moderate sense will read? |
14591 | Again my quiet broken? |
14591 | Ah, know''st thou what it means? |
14591 | Ah, thought I, in my conduct has he read it-- Something immodest or unseemly free? |
14591 | Ah, who may all this splendor own? |
14591 | Air? |
14591 | And I? |
14591 | And do I ask, wherefore my heart Falters, oppressed with unknown needs? |
14591 | And first, of course, we''ll make the journey thither? |
14591 | And must I find her body, there reclining, Of all the heavens the bright epitome? |
14591 | And rise not, on us shining, Friendly, the everlasting stars? |
14591 | And stirreth not and quickens Something beneath thy heart, Thy life disquieting With most foreboding presence? |
14591 | And supping there with Hans occasioned your delay? |
14591 | And that damned stuff, the bestial, human brood,-- What use, in having that to play with? |
14591 | And this one Book of Mystery From Nostradamus''very hand, Is''t not sufficient company? |
14591 | And thus, thou''rt prisoner to me? |
14591 | And will her foul mess take away Full thirty years from my existence? |
14591 | And, if you''ll probe the thing profoundly, Knew you so much-- and you''ll confess it roundly!-- As here of Schwerdtlein''s death and place of rest? |
14591 | Another baffled hope must be lamented: Has Nature, then, and has a noble mind Not any potent balsam yet invented? |
14591 | Arches not there the sky above us? |
14591 | Are we the sport of every changeful atmosphere? |
14591 | Art thou, my gay one, Hell''s fugitive stray- one? |
14591 | At night, one learns his house to prize:-- Why stand you thus, with such astonished eyes? |
14591 | BRANDER But with the grapes how was it, pray? |
14591 | BRANDER Perhaps you''ll warmly take their part? |
14591 | BRANDER What shall therewith be done? |
14591 | BRANDER(_ to_ SIEBEL) And yours that still I have in hand? |
14591 | Base Being, hearest thou? |
14591 | Believest thou in God? |
14591 | Both hands and feet are, truly-- And head and virile forces-- thine: Yet all that I indulge in newly, Is''t thence less wholly mine? |
14591 | But is there one in all the land Like sister Margaret, good as gold,-- One that to her can a candle hold?" |
14591 | But what comes sneaking, there, to view? |
14591 | But what do I see in the creature? |
14591 | CHORUS OF DISCIPLES Has He, victoriously, Burst from the vaulted Grave, and all- gloriously Now sits exalted? |
14591 | CHORUS_ Quid sum miser tunc dicturus, Quem patronem rogaturus, Cum vix Justus sit securus_? |
14591 | CHORUS_ Quid sum miser tune dicturus_? |
14591 | Can Earth with such a thing be mated? |
14591 | Can I trust my eyes? |
14591 | Can woman, then, so lovely be? |
14591 | Canst thou thyself not brew the potion? |
14591 | Com''st ever, thus, with ill intention? |
14591 | Could such a spirit be so cheated? |
14591 | D''ye rightly take the jest? |
14591 | DOGMATIST I''ll not be led by any lure Of doubts or critic- cavils: The Devil must be something, sure,-- Or how should there be devils? |
14591 | Dare such a human voice disturb the flow, Around me here, of spirit- presence fullest? |
14591 | Did we thrust ourselves upon thee, or thou thyself upon us? |
14591 | Do I find you burning? |
14591 | Dost recognize no more the tall cock''s- feather? |
14591 | Dost thou thy father honor, as a youth? |
14591 | FAUST Ah, can I not remain? |
14591 | FAUST Ah, shall there never be A quiet hour, to see us fondly plighted, With breast to breast, and soul to soul united? |
14591 | FAUST And Margaret? |
14591 | FAUST And shall I see-- possess her? |
14591 | FAUST And thou forgiv''st my freedom, and the blame To my impertinence befitting, As the Cathedral thou wert quitting? |
14591 | FAUST And what shall be my counter- service therefor? |
14591 | FAUST But who is that? |
14591 | FAUST Can we go thither? |
14591 | FAUST Canst thou, poor Devil, give me whatsoever? |
14591 | FAUST Demand''st thou, Pedant, too, a document? |
14591 | FAUST Fear not that I this pact shall seek to sever? |
14591 | FAUST Gnash not thus thy devouring teeth at me? |
14591 | FAUST Hast played the spy again? |
14591 | FAUST How shall we leave the house, and start? |
14591 | FAUST How so? |
14591 | FAUST How? |
14591 | FAUST I know not, should I do it? |
14591 | FAUST If''twould, my love, would I advise it? |
14591 | FAUST In Hell itself, then, laws are reckoned? |
14591 | FAUST Inspect him close: for what tak''st thou the beast? |
14591 | FAUST Is parchment, then, the holy fount before thee, A draught wherefrom thy thirst forever slakes? |
14591 | FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES DOST thou not wish a broomstick- steed''s assistance? |
14591 | FAUST May I not, then, upon you wait? |
14591 | FAUST Meanwhile, may not the treasure risen be, Which there, behind, I glimmering see? |
14591 | FAUST Mephisto, seest thou there, Alone and far, a girl most pale and fair? |
14591 | FAUST Must we? |
14591 | FAUST No doubt you''re much alone? |
14591 | FAUST Not even a jewel, not a ring, To deck therewith my darling girl? |
14591 | FAUST Now, whither shall we go? |
14591 | FAUST Seest thou the black dog coursing there, through corn and stubble? |
14591 | FAUST Seest thou the spiral circles, narrowing faster, Which he, approaching, round us seems to wind? |
14591 | FAUST Shall I outlive this misery? |
14591 | FAUST Shall that a nosegay be? |
14591 | FAUST That, too, from thee? |
14591 | FAUST The pentagram prohibits thee? |
14591 | FAUST The same thing, in all places, All hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day-- Each in its language-- say; Then why not I, in mine, as well? |
14591 | FAUST Thee, form of flame, shall I then fear? |
14591 | FAUST Then how shall we begin? |
14591 | FAUST This was the poodle''s real core, A travelling scholar, then? |
14591 | FAUST Thou nam''st thyself a part, yet show''st complete to me? |
14591 | FAUST What ails thee? |
14591 | FAUST What am I, then, if''tis denied my part The crown of all humanity to win me, Whereto yearns every sense within me? |
14591 | FAUST What are, within her arms, the heavenly blisses? |
14591 | FAUST What fresh and vital forces, canst thou guess, Spring from my commerce with the wilderness? |
14591 | FAUST What hidden sense in this enigma lies? |
14591 | FAUST What is thy name? |
14591 | FAUST What murmurest thou? |
14591 | FAUST What weave they there round the raven- stone? |
14591 | FAUST What''s that to thee? |
14591 | FAUST Wherefore the hag, and her alone? |
14591 | FAUST Who? |
14591 | FAUST Why, here in dust, entice me with your spell, Ye gentle, powerful sounds of Heaven? |
14591 | FAUST Wilt thou, to introduce us to the revel, Assume the part of wizard or of devil? |
14591 | FAUST(_ to_ MEPHISTOPHELES) Now, what shall come of this? |
14591 | FAUST(_ who during all this time has been standing before a mirror, now approaching and now retreating from it_) What do I see? |
14591 | FAUST_( awaking)_ Am I again so foully cheated? |
14591 | FROSCH Are you, perhaps, a virtuoso? |
14591 | FROSCH But what has happened, tell me now? |
14591 | FROSCH How do you mean? |
14591 | FROSCH No doubt''twas late when you from Rippach started? |
14591 | FROSCH Vines? |
14591 | FROSCH Was that your nose I tightened? |
14591 | Far away, or nearer singing? |
14591 | Find''st nothing right on earth, eternally? |
14591 | For wilt thou not, no lover fairer, Poor Margaret flatter, and ensnare her, And all thy soul''s devotion swear her? |
14591 | From an old hag shall I demand assistance? |
14591 | GENERAL Say, who would put his trust in nations, Howe''er for them one may have worked and planned? |
14591 | Greet her? |
14591 | Had you not, long since, demonstration That ghosts ca n''t stand on ordinary foundation? |
14591 | Has not your heart been anywhere subjected? |
14591 | Hast for the scarlet coat no reverence? |
14591 | Hast never known a man, nor proved his word''s intent? |
14591 | Have I all the power in Heaven and on Earth? |
14591 | Have I concealed this countenance?-- Must tell my name, old face of leather? |
14591 | Have you so many kinds? |
14591 | Have you, perchance, elsewhere begun? |
14591 | Hear I noises? |
14591 | Hear I tender love- petitions? |
14591 | Hear''st thou voices higher ringing? |
14591 | Here am I balked: who, now can help afford? |
14591 | How can a further test delight you? |
14591 | How comes it that thou dost not shrink from me?-- Say, dost thou know, my friend, whom thou mak''st free? |
14591 | How comes that lovely casket here to me? |
14591 | How dare you venture thus? |
14591 | How has he helped the town, I say? |
14591 | How is it, then? |
14591 | How shall we plan, that all be fresh and new,-- Important matter, yet attractive too? |
14591 | How would the pearl- chain suit my hair? |
14591 | However is it, such A man can think and know so much? |
14591 | I delay to free her? |
14591 | I dread, once again to see her? |
14591 | I feel, I know not why, such fear!-- Would mother came!--where can she bide? |
14591 | I shall recover, dost thou tell me, Through this insane, chaotic play? |
14591 | I''ll levy thine attendance: Why waste so vainly thy resplendence? |
14591 | I, or thou? |
14591 | INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Is''t but masquerading play? |
14591 | INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER Say, who''s the stiff and pompous man? |
14591 | If I''ve six stallions in my stall, Are not their forces also lent me? |
14591 | If buried, did he own it? |
14591 | If the fount of wine should still be playing? |
14591 | If_ I_ should choose to preach Posterity, Where would you get contemporary fun? |
14591 | In all its tides sweeps not the world away, And shall a promise bind my being? |
14591 | In brooding souls the sunset burn above? |
14591 | In one foot is the fellow lame? |
14591 | Is He, in glow of birth, Rapture creative near? |
14591 | Is it necessary, however, that there should always be this alternative? |
14591 | Is it the first time in your life you''re driven To bear false witness in a case? |
14591 | Is it the_ Thought_ which works, creates, indeed? |
14591 | Is she gone? |
14591 | Is that in the course of nature? |
14591 | Is there a magic vapor here? |
14591 | Is''t actual fact? |
14591 | Is''t life, I ask, is''t even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students? |
14591 | Is''t not enough, that what I speak to- day Shall stand, with all my future days agreeing? |
14591 | Is''t not his heart''s accord, urged outward far and dim, To wind the world in unison with him? |
14591 | Is''t not soon enough when morning chime has run? |
14591 | Is''t suffering, or pleasure? |
14591 | Is''t the salamander pushes, Bloated- bellied, through the bushes? |
14591 | It will not harm her, when one tries it? |
14591 | Know''st thou the thief, And darest not name him? |
14591 | Know''st thou, at last, thy Lord and Master? |
14591 | LISBETH Dost pity her, at that? |
14591 | LISBETH Hast nothing heard of Barbara? |
14591 | Lies not beneath us, firm, the earth? |
14591 | Light? |
14591 | MARGARET Day? |
14591 | MARGARET Did you not see it? |
14591 | MARGARET How is''t with thy religion, pray? |
14591 | MARGARET How so? |
14591 | MARGARET How so? |
14591 | MARGARET Kiss me!--canst no longer do it? |
14591 | MARGARET Out yonder? |
14591 | MARGARET What means the gentleman? |
14591 | MARGARET What rises up from the threshold here? |
14591 | MARGARET What would I not, to give thee pleasure? |
14591 | MARGARET Whoever could have brought me things so precious? |
14591 | MARGARET(_ coming out_) Who lies here? |
14591 | MARGARET(_ turning to him_) And is it thou? |
14591 | MARTHA And you, Sir, travel always, do you not? |
14591 | MARTHA Had he all love, all faith forgotten in his riot? |
14591 | MARTHA He gave you, further, no commission? |
14591 | MARTHA I mean, have you not felt desire, though ne''er so slightly? |
14591 | MARTHA I meant to say, were you not touched in earnest, ever? |
14591 | MARTHA I''m she: what does the gentleman desire? |
14591 | MARTHA Is dead? |
14591 | MARTHA Say, how? |
14591 | MARTHA Speak plainly, Sir, have you no one detected? |
14591 | MARTHA What is your business? |
14591 | MARTHA(_ coming from the house_) The murderers, whither have they run? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES And the danger to which thou wilt expose thyself? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES And this young lady will be present, too? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Ask you, pray? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Hast thou done? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Have you not led this life quite long enough? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Indeed? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Is it permitted that we share your leisure? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Poor Son of Earth, how couldst thou thus alone Have led thy life, bereft of me? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Presents at once? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES She, there? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES The Doctor Faust? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES What means the sieve? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES What time takes she for dissipating? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES What will you bet? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES What wouldst thou, then? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES What? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Which, then? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Who knows, now, whither the four winds have blown it? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Why heat thyself, thus instantly, With eloquence exaggerated? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES Why not? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES(_ approaching the fire)_ And what''s this pot? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES(_ to_ BRANDER) And you? |
14591 | MEPHISTOPHELES(_ to_ FAUST) How findest thou the tender creatures? |
14591 | Might I again presume, with trust unbounded, To hear your wisdom thoroughly expounded? |
14591 | Might I, perhaps, depart at present? |
14591 | My friend, so short a time thou''rt missing, And hast unlearned thy kissing? |
14591 | My mother can that have been? |
14591 | My powers I have not rashly estimated: A slave am I, whate''er I do-- If thine, or whose? |
14591 | My work and worry, day and night? |
14591 | Nearer hover Jay and screech- owl, and the plover,-- Are they all awake and crying? |
14591 | Not a pocket- piece? |
14591 | On the brink of death he slandered? |
14591 | PROKTOPHANTASMIST You still are here? |
14591 | Perceiv''st thou yonder snail? |
14591 | Perhaps''twas brought by some one as a pawn, And mother gave a loan thereon? |
14591 | Pray''st thou for mercy on thy mother''s soul, That fell asleep to long, long torment, and through thee? |
14591 | Remains there naught of lofty spirit- sway, But that a dream the Devil counterfeited, And that a poodle ran away? |
14591 | Rescue her? |
14591 | SEVERAL APPRENTICES Why do you go that way? |
14591 | SHOOTING- STAR Darting hither from the sky, In star and fire light shooting, Cross- wise now in grass I lie: Who''ll help me to my footing? |
14591 | SIEBEL What happened? |
14591 | SIEBEL What mean you? |
14591 | SIEBEL Where is he? |
14591 | SIEBEL Who are the strangers, should you guess? |
14591 | SIEBEL(_ as_ MEPHISTOPHELES_ approaches his seat_) For me, I grant, sour wine is out of place; Fill up my glass with sweetest, will you? |
14591 | SPIRIT Who calls me? |
14591 | Say, where? |
14591 | See I with precision? |
14591 | Sees not the gardener, even while buds his tree, Both flower and fruit the future years adorning? |
14591 | Shall I attempt, this once, to seize and bind ye? |
14591 | So might a compact be Made with you gentlemen-- and binding,--surely? |
14591 | Still o''er my heart is that illusion thrown? |
14591 | THE FAIR ONE(_ dancing_) Why does he come, then, to our ball? |
14591 | THE LORD Hast thou, then, nothing more to mention? |
14591 | THE LORD Know''st Faust? |
14591 | THE OTHERS And what will_ you_? |
14591 | THE WITCH Wherein, Sirs, can I be of use? |
14591 | THE WITCH Why so? |
14591 | Tell me, if we still are standing, Or if further we''re ascending? |
14591 | That is no little space: what say''st thou, friend? |
14591 | The All- enfolding, The All- upholding, Folds and upholds he not Thee, me, Himself? |
14591 | The anguish of the dungeon, and the chain? |
14591 | The days of that old Northern phantom now are over: Where canst thou horns and tail and claws discover? |
14591 | The elements of Life how conquers he? |
14591 | The spring- time stirs within the fragrant birches, And even the fir- tree feels it now: Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches? |
14591 | The terms with graver, quill, or chisel, stated? |
14591 | Thee, boundless Nature, how make thee my own? |
14591 | Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee: Dost thou, as man, increase the stores of truth? |
14591 | There''s an old story has the same refrain; Who bade them so construe it? |
14591 | They dance, they chat, they cook, they drink, they court: Now where, just tell me, is there better sport? |
14591 | Thine endless love, thy faith assuring, The one almighty force enduring,-- Will that, too, prompt this heart of thine? |
14591 | Things worsen,--what improvement names he? |
14591 | Thou, surely, certainly? |
14591 | Though I be glowing with her kisses, Do I not always share her need? |
14591 | Thy soul''s high calling, where? |
14591 | To satisfy them is a task.-- What ails you now? |
14591 | Upon thy threshold whose the blood? |
14591 | VALENTINE(_ comes forward_) Whom wilt thou lure? |
14591 | VOICE(_ from above_) Who calls from the rocky cleft below there? |
14591 | Voices of those heavenly visions? |
14591 | WAGNER Pardon, I heard your declamation;''Twas sure an old Greek tragedy you read? |
14591 | WAGNER Why, therefore, yield to such depression? |
14591 | Was it not given to thee and me? |
14591 | Well, well,--to- night--? |
14591 | What are my lord''s commands? |
14591 | What can within it be? |
14591 | What does he want in this holy spot? |
14591 | What dost thou here In daybreak clear, Kathrina dear, Before thy lover''s door? |
14591 | What dreams are yours in high poetic places? |
14591 | What drew me here with power? |
14591 | What every journeyman within his wallet spares, And as a token with him bears, And rather starves or begs, than loses? |
14591 | What from the world have I to gain? |
14591 | What has it done to thee? |
14591 | What have I done to thee? |
14591 | What helps one''s beauty, youthful blood? |
14591 | What hinders me from smiting now Thee and thy monkey- sprites with fell disaster? |
14591 | What is that here? |
14591 | What is that? |
14591 | What is''t gripes thee, elf? |
14591 | What need to shorten so the way? |
14591 | What need to talk of Inspiration? |
14591 | What seek I? |
14591 | What use, a Whole compactly to present? |
14591 | What want you thus? |
14591 | What wilt from me, Base Spirit, say?-- Brass, marble, parchment, paper, clay? |
14591 | What''s going on? |
14591 | What, in the twilight, can your mind so trouble? |
14591 | When was a human soul, in its supreme endeavor, E''er understood by such as thou? |
14591 | Whence came Such things? |
14591 | Whence o''er the heart his empire free? |
14591 | Where art thou, Faust, whose voice has pierced to me, Who towards me pressed with all thine energy? |
14591 | Where hast thou servant, coach and horses? |
14591 | Where is he? |
14591 | Where is our couple now? |
14591 | Where now is all my pain? |
14591 | Where tends thy thought? |
14591 | Where you, ye beasts? |
14591 | Who are you here? |
14591 | Who art thou, then? |
14591 | Who bids the storm to passion stir the bosom? |
14591 | Who braids the noteless leaves to crowns, requiting Desert with fame, in Action''s every field? |
14591 | Who brings the One to join the general ordination, Where it may throb in grandest consonance? |
14591 | Who dare express Him? |
14591 | Who dares the child''s true name in public mention? |
14591 | Who has done me this ill? |
14591 | Who makes Olympus sure, the Gods uniting? |
14591 | Who scatters every fairest April blossom Along the shining path of Love? |
14591 | Who sneaks to us? |
14591 | Who was it that plunged her into ruin? |
14591 | Who would n''t lose his heart, that met you? |
14591 | Who''d think of that in love''s selected season? |
14591 | Whom then? |
14591 | Why at the threshold wilt snuffing be? |
14591 | Why didst thou enter into fellowship with us, if thou canst not carry it out? |
14591 | Why howl, you women there? |
14591 | Why is my heart so anxious, on thy breast? |
14591 | Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us, And burning thirst again assail us? |
14591 | Why plague thyself with threshing straw forever? |
14591 | Why should I fly? |
14591 | Why so fast and so fell? |
14591 | Why so full my heart, and sore? |
14591 | Why some inexplicable smart All movement of my life impedes? |
14591 | Why such a noise? |
14591 | Why suck''st, from sodden moss and dripping stone, Toad- like, thy nourishment alone? |
14591 | Why, all at once, exhaust the joyance? |
14591 | Why, tell me now, thou Son of Hades, If that prevents, how cam''st thou in to me? |
14591 | Wilt fly, and art not secure against dizziness? |
14591 | Wilt thou grasp the thunder? |
14591 | With little art, clear wit and sense Suggest their own delivery; And if thou''rt moved to speak in earnest, What need, that after words thou yearnest? |
14591 | With what a vintage can I serve you? |
14591 | Within thy bosom What hidden crime? |
14591 | Yet I perceive no cloven foot; And both your ravens, where are_ they_ now? |
14591 | Yet this delusion in our hearts we bear: Who would himself therefrom deliver? |
14591 | You are not miserly, I trust? |
14591 | You face it out, impertinent and heady? |
14591 | You''ll have him, when and where you wander: His partner in the dance you''ll be,-- But what is all your fun to me? |
14591 | You''re pleased, forsooth, full houses to behold? |
14591 | You''ve not the casks already at the door? |
14591 | Yourself, perhaps, would keep the bubble? |
14591 | [ Illustration:_ Under the old ribs of the rock retreating_,] MEPHISTOPHELES Has not Sir Mammon grandly lighted His palace for this festal night? |
14591 | [ Illustration] IV THE STUDY FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST A knock? |
14591 | [ Illustration] V AUERBACH''S CELLAR IN LEIPZIG CAROUSAL OF JOLLY COMPANIONS FROSCH Is no one laughing? |
14591 | [ Illustration] XI A STREET FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES FAUST How is it? |
14591 | _ He_ art thou, who, my presence breathing, seeing, Trembles through all the depths of being, A writhing worm, a terror- stricken form? |
14591 | _ The dear old holy Roman realm, How does it hold together_? |
14591 | and soon complete? |
14591 | didst thou recognize, As through the garden- gate I came? |
14591 | know''st thou me? |
14591 | no jewelry? |
14591 | no one drinking? |
14591 | or Fancy''s shows? |
14591 | or we are parted, in our turn, Where art thou? |
14591 | shall the Poet that which Nature gave, The highest right, supreme Humanity, Forfeit so wantonly, to swell your treasure? |
14591 | songs that follow? |
14591 | such words to me? |
14591 | to say? |
14591 | transform the reptile again into his dog- shape? |
14591 | under way? |
14591 | unto thee such power Over me could give? |
14591 | what hast thou done? |
14591 | what''s happened thee? |
14591 | whirled so far astray? |
14591 | who can the field embrace? |
14460 | --And stirs there not, already Beneath thy heart a life Tormenting itself and thee With bodings of its coming hour? |
14460 | A bouquet? |
14460 | A knock? |
14460 | A man''s heart bearing, What man has the daring To say: I acknowledge him not? |
14460 | A travelling clark? |
14460 | Again has witchcraft triumphed o''er me? |
14460 | Ah, can I ne''er recline One little hour upon thy bosom, pressing My heart to thine and all my soul confessing? |
14460 | Ah, thought I, has he, haply, in thy manner Seen any boldness-- impropriety? |
14460 | Air? |
14460 | All our loving, longing, yearning? |
14460 | Am I a God? |
14460 | Am I content with all creation? |
14460 | Am I not gazing eye to eye on thee? |
14460 | And I have caught thee then? |
14460 | And Margery? |
14460 | And call this glow, within me burning, Infinite-- endless-- endless yearning, Is that a devilish lying game? |
14460 | And could not all his troubles sore Arrest his vile career, I wonder? |
14460 | And dost thou know, my friend, who''tis thou settest free? |
14460 | And he has left it somewhere buried? |
14460 | And if you search the matter clearly, Knew you as much thereof, to speak sincerely, As of Herr Schwerdtlein''s death? |
14460 | And in return what service shall I render? |
14460 | And is it thou indeed? |
14460 | And must I leave thee then? |
14460 | And see her, too? |
14460 | And shall a promise hold, unbroken? |
14460 | And still dost ask what stifles so The fluttering heart within thy breast? |
14460 | And the danger which thou incurrest? |
14460 | And this was all you had to bring me? |
14460 | And this young lady''ll be there too? |
14460 | And thou forgav''st that liberty, of late? |
14460 | And what d''ye do? |
14460 | And what d''ye want? |
14460 | And what hast thou to give, poor devil? |
14460 | And what''s this pot? |
14460 | And where the dungeon''s anguish? |
14460 | And who are you? |
14460 | And who confess him, Saying, I do believe? |
14460 | And who sneaked in? |
14460 | And why from dripping stone, damp moss, and rotten wood Here, like a toad, suck in thy food? |
14460 | And will this filthy cooked- up mess My youth by thirty years bring nigher? |
14460 | And you, sir, are you always travelling so? |
14460 | And you? |
14460 | And, to the law of All each member consecrating, Bids one majestic harmony resound? |
14460 | Are the jay, and owl, and pewit All awake and loudly calling? |
14460 | Are we the sport of every puff of air? |
14460 | Are you pleased or pained? |
14460 | Art thou a jail- bird, A runaway hell- bird? |
14460 | At night we learn our homes to prize.-- Why dost thou stop and stare with all thy eyes? |
14460 | Believest thou in God? |
14460 | Beneath thy riddle- word what meaning lies? |
14460 | Brass, marble, parchment, paper, shall it be? |
14460 | Breathe I a magic atmosphere? |
14460 | But by the tide of song that from his bosom springs, And draws into his heart all living things? |
14460 | But how about the bunches, brother? |
14460 | But how are we to start, I pray? |
14460 | But how shall we begin? |
14460 | But is there one, in all the land, With my sweet Margy to compare, A candle to hold to my sister fair? |
14460 | But not a jewel? |
14460 | But now Might I for once, with leave retire? |
14460 | But of all heavens the finest essence see? |
14460 | But that thy brain, like mine, once trembling, hoping, Sought the light day, yet ever sorrowful, Burned for the truth in vain, in twilight groping? |
14460 | But then we first must make the journey thither? |
14460 | But to guess I''m vainly trying-- Are we stopping? |
14460 | But what ails the creature? |
14460 | But what is gained, if you a whole present? |
14460 | But what is this? |
14460 | But where''s our pair of doves? |
14460 | But why just that old hag? |
14460 | But why must hope so soon deceive us, And the dried- up stream in fever leave us? |
14460 | By Nostradamus''s[5] own hand, Is it not guide enough for thee? |
14460 | By what inexplicable woe The springs of life are all oppressed? |
14460 | Can a brave man do more or less Than with nice conscientiousness To exercise the calling he inherits? |
14460 | Can it be the Salamander-- Belly thick and legs a- sprawling? |
14460 | Canst no more do it? |
14460 | Canst read his nature? |
14460 | Canst thou Not brew thyself the needful liquor? |
14460 | Close around us-- far before us? |
14460 | Come, climb with me yon hillock''s breast, Was e''er the Prater[40] merrier then? |
14460 | D''ye take there, boys? |
14460 | Did not my downcast eyes show you surprised me? |
14460 | Did we thrust ourselves on thee, or thou on us? |
14460 | Discern''st thou the thief, And darest not name him? |
14460 | Does that delay thee? |
14460 | Dost promise me I shall recover In this hodge- podge of craziness? |
14460 | Doubt for a moment of my noble blood? |
14460 | Doubt me? |
14460 | Ere you go further, give your views As to which faculty you choose? |
14460 | Feel I not always her distress? |
14460 | For have not they themselves arisen? |
14460 | For will you not, in honor, to- morrow Befool poor Margery to her sorrow, And all the oaths of true love borrow? |
14460 | Forgive my keeping you with many questions, Yet must I trouble you once more, Will you not give me, on the score Of medicine, some brief suggestions? |
14460 | From an old hag do I advice require? |
14460 | From here to the endless resting- place, And not another pace-- Thou go''st e''en now? |
14460 | Go behind the stove there and rest thee, There''s my best pillow-- what wouldst thou more? |
14460 | Grasp''st thou after the thunder? |
14460 | Ha, bravo? |
14460 | Has none made out a tender flame to waken? |
14460 | Has not Sir Mammon gloriously lighted His palace for this festive night? |
14460 | Has not a noble mind found long ago Some balsam to restore a youth that''s vanished? |
14460 | Has the cock''s- feather, too, escaped attention? |
14460 | Has the grave''s lowly one Risen victorious? |
14460 | Has the red waistcoat thy respect no more? |
14460 | Hast heard no news of Barbara to- day? |
14460 | Hast never seen this face before? |
14460 | Hast nothing for our edification? |
14460 | Hast played the spy again? |
14460 | Hast thou done? |
14460 | Have I all power in heaven and on earth? |
14460 | Have we not giv''n you demonstration? |
14460 | Have you made any applications elsewhere? |
14460 | Have you not felt, I mean, a serious intention? |
14460 | Have you so many kinds? |
14460 | Hear I rustling? |
14460 | Hearst thou voices high up o''er us? |
14460 | Henceforward I remain a slave, What care I who puts on the setter? |
14460 | Here shall my craving heart find rest? |
14460 | How comes it, then, that thou art not afraid of me? |
14460 | How could you bear to kiss it? |
14460 | How dare you undertake To carry on here your old hocus- pocus? |
14460 | How do you find the dainty creatures? |
14460 | How do you mean? |
14460 | How does he conquer every element? |
14460 | How does he stir each deep emotion? |
14460 | How in the world came this fine casket here? |
14460 | How is it now with thy religion, say? |
14460 | How is it with your heart, my best, now? |
14460 | How long does she spend in gadding and storming? |
14460 | How now? |
14460 | How shall we work to make all fresh and new, Acceptable and profitable, too? |
14460 | How so? |
14460 | How? |
14460 | How? |
14460 | How? |
14460 | How? |
14460 | I can not loose the bonds of the avenger, nor open his bolts.--Rescue her!--Who was it that plunged her into ruin? |
14460 | I mean, has ne''er your heart been smitten slightly? |
14460 | I or thou? |
14460 | I think you spent some time at Rippach[22] lately? |
14460 | I wonder it so long delights you? |
14460 | I''ll hang upon her neck, a raptured wooer, But only tell me, who shall lead me to her? |
14460 | I''m sick of hearing of it; Supposing I the future age would profit, Who then would furnish ours with fun? |
14460 | If I mistook not, did n''t we hear Some well- trained voices chorus singing? |
14460 | If I''ve six horses in my span, Is it not mine, their every power? |
14460 | In all thy life hast never, to this hour, To give false witness taken pains? |
14460 | In all thy life, no man, nor man''s word hast thou known? |
14460 | In hell itself, then, laws are reckoned? |
14460 | Insult to injury add? |
14460 | Is dead? |
14460 | Is it real? |
14460 | Is it the_ thought_ does all from time''s first hour? |
14460 | Is it, then, thou? |
14460 | Is parchment, then, the holy well- spring, thinkest, A draught from which thy thirst forever slakes? |
14460 | Is that flask a magnet to the eyes? |
14460 | Is this in the course of nature? |
14460 | Is this thing thou? |
14460 | Is''t not enough that I the fatal word That passes on my future days have spoken? |
14460 | Is''t true? |
14460 | Know''st thou me, Thy lord and master? |
14460 | Knowest thou Faust? |
14460 | Knowest thou all it mean? |
14460 | Light? |
14460 | Love- plaints, sweet and melancholy, Voices of those days so holy? |
14460 | Markst thou how, ever nearer, ever faster, Towards us his spiral track wheels round and round? |
14460 | May I not now attend you? |
14460 | May I thy aid desire? |
14460 | May all be very well and good; What then? |
14460 | Might I another time, without encroaching, Hear you the deepest things of wisdom broaching? |
14460 | Must I perchance a thousand books turn over, To find that men are everywhere distrest, And here and there one happy one discover? |
14460 | Must one? |
14460 | My fair young lady, will it offend her If I offer my arm and escort to lend her? |
14460 | My name, perchance, wouldst have me mention? |
14460 | My very eyes believe I? |
14460 | No, say what was the real case? |
14460 | Not a ring? |
14460 | Not thee? |
14460 | Now that I like; so then, one may, in fact, Conclude a binding compact with you gentry? |
14460 | Now, Come tell me, son of hell, I pray thee, If that spell- binds thee, then how enteredst thou? |
14460 | Now, gentles, what shall I produce? |
14460 | Oh, in that blest, ecstatic hour, I felt myself so small, so great; Thou drovest me with cruel power Back upon man''s uncertain fate What shall I do? |
14460 | On your poetic heights what dream comes o''er you? |
14460 | Out yonder? |
14460 | Poor son of earth, if left alone, What sort of life wouldst thou have led? |
14460 | Prayest thou haply for thy mother, who Slept over into long, long pain, on thy account? |
14460 | Quem patronum rogaturus? |
14460 | Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? |
14460 | Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? |
14460 | Refuse thee, what can I, poor creature? |
14460 | See''st thou not, nightly climbing, Tenderly glancing eternal stars? |
14460 | Seeft thou, not thicker than a knife- blade''s back, A small red ribbon, fitting sweetly The lovely neck it clasps so neatly? |
14460 | Sees not the gardener, in the green young plant, That bloom and fruit shall deck its coming season? |
14460 | Seest thou that black dog through stalks and stubble roaming? |
14460 | Seest thou the snail? |
14460 | Shall I subscribe with pencil, pen or graver? |
14460 | Shall I? |
14460 | Shall we start at once? |
14460 | She? |
14460 | Sing you, ye choirs, e''en now, the glad, consoling song, That once, from angel- lips, through gloom sepulchral rung, A new immortal covenant sealing? |
14460 | Sits he, God''s Holy One, High- throned and glorious? |
14460 | So short an absence, love, as this, And forgot how to kiss? |
14460 | So then, my little angel recognized me, As I came through the garden gate? |
14460 | So you''re all on fire? |
14460 | Speak plainly, sir, has none your fancy taken? |
14460 | Spring through the birch- tree''s veins is flowing, The very pine is feeling it; Should not its influence set our limbs a- glowing? |
14460 | Still bid me clutch the charm that lures and flies? |
14460 | Still thy old work of accusation? |
14460 | Such lovely woman can there be? |
14460 | Tell me who is that stiff man? |
14460 | That impudence of mine, so daring, As thou wast home from church repairing? |
14460 | That impulse must I, then, obey? |
14460 | That is no scanty space; what sayst thou, friend? |
14460 | That which at nothing the gauntlet has hurled, This, what''s its name? |
14460 | That''s wrong, there''s one true faith-- one must believe it? |
14460 | That, too, from thee? |
14460 | The All- enfolder, The All- upholder, Enfolds, upholds He not Thee, me, Himself? |
14460 | The Doctor has been well catechized then? |
14460 | The Doctor? |
14460 | The Pentagram disturbs thee? |
14460 | The Uncreated, Ineffably Holy, With Deity mated, Sin''s victim lowly? |
14460 | The dear old holy Romish realm, What holds it still together? |
14460 | The devil''s something, that I know, Else how could there be devils? |
14460 | The earnest soul with evening- redness glow? |
14460 | The houseless am I not? |
14460 | The monster without aim or rest? |
14460 | The thirst for knowledge and the martyrdom of doubt, had they not tormented his early years? |
14460 | The world- stream raves and rushes( hast not heard?) |
14460 | Thee, flame- born creature, shall I fear? |
14460 | Then believ''st thou not? |
14460 | Then there''ll be talk of truth unending, Of love o''ermastering, all transcending-- Will every word be heart- born there? |
14460 | There''s an old tale that ends just so, Who gave that meaning to it? |
14460 | There, in a row, a hundred fires are burning; They dance, chat, cook, drink, love; where can be found Any thing better, now, the wide world round? |
14460 | They''ve gone on gabbling so a thousand years; Who on the fools would waste a minute? |
14460 | This lofty life, this bliss elysian, Worm that thou waft erewhile, deservest thou? |
14460 | Thou, with the devil, hand and glove,[25] And yet wilt be afraid of fire? |
14460 | Through brain and bosom Throngs not all life to thee, Weaving in everlasting mystery Obscurely, clearly, on all sides of thee? |
14460 | Time flies, I do n''t offend you? |
14460 | To all the mind conceives of great and glorious A strange and baser mixture still adheres; Striving for earthly good are we victorious? |
14460 | To deck my mistress not a trinket? |
14460 | To hold you fast doth still my heart implore me? |
14460 | To know of these who would not pay attention? |
14460 | To me he seems to dart around our steps so shyly, As if he said: is one of them my master there? |
14460 | To stay here threshing straw why car''st thou? |
14460 | Trailing from the sky I shot, Not a star there missed me: Crooked up in this grassy spot, Who to my legs will assist me? |
14460 | Underneath thee does not earth stand fast? |
14460 | Upsprings not Heaven''s blue arch high o''er thee? |
14460 | Was e''er a human mind, upon its lofty level, Conceived of by the like of thee? |
14460 | Was it a God who wrote each sign? |
14460 | Was it a ghostly show, so soon withdrawn? |
14460 | Was it not sent to be mine and thine? |
14460 | Was such a thing on earth seen ever? |
14460 | Was that thy nose, friend, I had hold of? |
14460 | Well now, who art thou then? |
14460 | Well, what''s that to you? |
14460 | What ails me? |
14460 | What am I then? |
14460 | What are the joys of heaven while her fond arms enfold me? |
14460 | What are you twirling with the spoon? |
14460 | What boots it thus to snatch at pleasure? |
14460 | What bring you, sir? |
14460 | What brought thee here? |
14460 | What can so chain thy sight there, in the gloaming? |
14460 | What crime is buried Deep within thy heart? |
14460 | What do I see? |
14460 | What do the strangers seem to thee? |
14460 | What does that fellow at our ball? |
14460 | What does this mean? |
14460 | What dost take the beast to be? |
14460 | What dost thou here through cave and crevice groping? |
14460 | What glads a crowded house? |
14460 | What goes through the bushes yonder? |
14460 | What griping pain has hold of thee? |
14460 | What has it done to you? |
14460 | What is thy name? |
14460 | What is your worship''s pleasure? |
14460 | What kind of life is this to be living, Ennui to thyself and youngsters giving? |
14460 | What lovely light, so sudden, blooms around me? |
14460 | What makes thy heart so sore? |
14460 | What means the gentleman? |
14460 | What means the sieve? |
14460 | What meanst thou? |
14460 | What murmurest thou? |
14460 | What new life- power it gives me, canst thou guess-- This conversation with the wilderness? |
14460 | What nonsense is she talking here? |
14460 | What now, Margery? |
14460 | What other Knows the pangs that eat me to the bone? |
14460 | What prevents my dashing Right in among thy cursed company, Thyself and all thy monkey spirits smashing? |
14460 | What progress? |
14460 | What saddens me so as I hang about thy neck? |
14460 | What shall be done with that? |
14460 | What then''s to do? |
14460 | What use to fly? |
14460 | What will he in the sacred place? |
14460 | What will you bet? |
14460 | What will you do, then? |
14460 | What will you have? |
14460 | What wilt thou, evil sprite, from me? |
14460 | What woman''s that? |
14460 | What wouldst thou here? |
14460 | What''s doing there? |
14460 | What''s doing, off there, round the gallows- tree? |
14460 | What''s here? |
14460 | What''s that comes yonder, sneaking along? |
14460 | What''s that for? |
14460 | What''s that, comes up from the ground? |
14460 | What? |
14460 | Where am I? |
14460 | Where are the murderers, have they flown? |
14460 | Where are thy servants, coach and horses? |
14460 | Where are thy thoughts? |
14460 | Where are you going to carouse? |
14460 | Where art thou, Faust? |
14460 | Where art thou? |
14460 | Where is he? |
14460 | Where is the breast? |
14460 | Where is the cry of thought? |
14460 | Where now is all my pain? |
14460 | Where you, ye breasts? |
14460 | Where''s the old lady gone a mousing? |
14460 | Where''s thy love left? |
14460 | Where? |
14460 | Where? |
14460 | Which one? |
14460 | Which way didst thou come? |
14460 | Which way now shall we go? |
14460 | Who bids the tempest rage with passion''s power? |
14460 | Who calls from the rocky cleft below there? |
14460 | Who calls upon me? |
14460 | Who comes again to tease me? |
14460 | Who dares express him? |
14460 | Who dares the child''s true name outright to mention? |
14460 | Who helps me to proceed? |
14460 | Who hinders? |
14460 | Who knows which way by the four winds''twas carried? |
14460 | Who makes Olympus fast? |
14460 | Who minds such thing in happy amorous hour? |
14460 | Who on the whole will read a work today, Of moderate sense, with any pleasure? |
14460 | Who robbed me? |
14460 | Who scatters vernal bud and summer flower Along the path where loved ones go? |
14460 | Who weaves each green leaf in the wind that trembles To form the wreath that merit''s brow shall crown? |
14460 | Who''s lying here? |
14460 | Who''s there? |
14460 | Who? |
14460 | Whom lur''ft thou here? |
14460 | Whom then? |
14460 | Whose blood upon thy threshold lies? |
14460 | Whose may this splendor be, so lonely? |
14460 | Why all this noise? |
14460 | Why delay? |
14460 | Why do I gaze as if a spell had bound me Up yonder? |
14460 | Why grin''st thou down upon me, hollow skull? |
14460 | Why has the churl one halting foot? |
14460 | Why howl, as if half- dead? |
14460 | Why let the lovely girl slip through thy fingers, Who to thy dance so sweetly sang? |
14460 | Why like a hornèd owl sit moping? |
14460 | Why make a partnership with us, if thou canst not carry it through? |
14460 | Why not? |
14460 | Why seek ye me in dust, forlorn, Ye heavenly tones, with soft enchanting? |
14460 | Why so? |
14460 | Why talk of being in the humor? |
14460 | Why waste at such a rate thy fire? |
14460 | Will not this life have tired you by and bye? |
14460 | Will things grow better with him? |
14460 | Will things on earth be never right for thee? |
14460 | Will you add to your load the sin of slander? |
14460 | Will''t come right? |
14460 | Wilt fly, and art not proof against dizziness? |
14460 | Wilt thou, as things are now in this condition, Present thyself for devil, or magician? |
14460 | Wilt''t not be time when Matin bell has rung? |
14460 | With what description can I serve you? |
14460 | With your permission, shall we make one party? |
14460 | Would I advise it then, my charmer? |
14460 | Wouldst thou not like a broomstick, now, to ride on? |
14460 | Ye murmuring bells, already make ye known The Easter morn''s first hour, with solemn pealing? |
14460 | Yet this delusion haunts the human breast, Who from his soul its roots would sever? |
14460 | You are perhaps a connoisseur? |
14460 | You mean perhaps to keep the bauble? |
14460 | You monstrous madcap, does your skin Itch for the third time to try that inn? |
14460 | You supped with Mister Hans not long since, I dare say? |
14460 | You take their case so much to heart? |
14460 | You wanted it, what would you more? |
14460 | You who in trouble and distress Have both held fast your old allegiance, What think ye? |
14460 | You''re, may be, much alone? |
14460 | You''ve not the casks before the door, I take it? |
14460 | [ 21] Will nobody drink? |
14460 | [ 38] What''s this ye undertake? |
14460 | ][ 30] What dost thou here, Katrina dear, At daybreak drear, Before thy lover''s chamber? |
14460 | _ Margaret._ Who could have brought both caskets in succession? |
14460 | _ Martha._ I''m she, what, sir, is your desire? |
14460 | _ Witches_[_ chorus]._ The way is broad, the way is long, What means this noisy, crazy throng? |
14460 | and have her? |
14460 | and these walls still prison me? |
14460 | are we hieing? |
14460 | but ai n''t they dressed up neatly? |
14460 | carried off already? |
14460 | darling, who engages To say, I do believe in God? |
14460 | hear I singing? |
14460 | here in German regions Our enterprise may hope success? |
14460 | if that for which my heart Yearns with invincible endeavor, The crown of man, must hang unreached forever? |
14460 | is she gone? |
14460 | not a medal, pin nor stone? |
14460 | or one of Fancy''s shows? |
14460 | the figure is not drawn correctly; One of the angles,''tis the outer one, Is somewhat open, dost perceive it? |
14460 | the gods assembles? |
14460 | the unbefriended? |
14460 | thy head and all that''s in it, Hands, feet and------ are thine; What I enjoy with zest each minute, Is surely not the less mine? |
14460 | what harm have I done to thee? |
14460 | what power Stirs in my deepest soul this hour? |
14460 | what prey dost scent? |
14460 | what slum, thus lonely? |
14460 | what will come of this? |
14460 | what worrisome fiend hath possest thee, Nosing and snuffling so round the door? |
14460 | where find I thee, immense, unknown? |
14460 | whose voice rang through my ear, Whose mighty yearning drew me from my sphere? |
14460 | will writing gain thy faith, alone? |
14460 | you''re engaged in declamation;''Twas a Greek tragedy no doubt you read? |