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<\/i><\/b>:<\/p>\nMEPHISTOPHELES. Leave off this traffic with your groping grief,
\nThat like a vulture feeds upon your mind;
\nNo company so vile but brings relief,
\nAnd marks you for a man among mankind.
\nBy this I don’t suggest
\nWe thrust you in among the common herd.
\nI’m not the grandest person or the best,
\nBut if you care to take me at my word
\nAnd join with me, and make a common quest,
\nI’m very much at your disposal,
\nThat’s my proposal:
\nI’ll make a pact with you,
\nWithout ado,
\nFind what you crave,
\nAnd see you through,
\nYour comrade and your slave.<\/p>\n
FAUST. And what return am I required to make?<\/p>\n
MEPHISTOPHELES. A question time can settle — why insist?<\/p>\n
FAUST. Nay, nay, the devil is an egoist,
\nThe help he gives is not for Heaven’s sake.
\nState your conditions clearly, thus and thus:
\nSuch servants in the house are dangerous.<\/p>\n
MEPHISTOPHELES. Then here below in services I’ll abide,
\nFulfilling tirelessly your least decree,
\nIf when we meet upon the other side
\nYou undertake to do the same for me.<\/p>\n
FAUST. The other side weighs little on my mind;
\nLay first this world in ruins, shattered, blind:
\nThat done, the new may rise its place to fill.
\nFrom springs of earth my joys and pleasures start,
\nEarth’s sunlights sees the sorrows of my heart;
\nIf these are mine no more when I depart,
\nThe rest concerns me not: let come what will.
\nThis is a theme to which I close my ears,
\nWhether hereafter we shall hate or love,
\nOr whether we shall find in distant spheres
\nA sense of things below or things above.<\/p>\n
MEPHISTOPHELES. Now that’s the very spirit for the venture.
\nI’m with you straight, and we’ll draw up an indenture:
\nI’ll show you arts and joys, I’ll give you more
\nThan any mortal eye has seen before.<\/p>\n
FAUST. And what, poor devil, pray, have you to give?
\nWhen was a mortal soul in high endeavour
\nGrasped by your kind, as your correlative?
\nYours is the bread that satisfieth never,
\nRed gold you have, dissolving without rest,
\nLike quicksilver, to mock the gatherer’s labour;
\nThe girl you give will nestle on my breast
\nOnly to ogle and invite my neighbor;
\nHave you the game that only losers play,
\nHave you the stars of honor that afflict
\nWith god-like dreams, only to fade away?
\nThen show me the fruits that rot before they’re picked,
\nOr trees that change their foliage every day.<\/p>\n
MEPHISTOPHELES. A task that gives me little cause to shrink,
\nI’ll readily oblige you with such treasures.
\nBut now, my friend, the time is ripe, I think
\nFor relishing in peace some tasty pleasures.<\/p>\n
FAUST. If I be quieted with a bed of ease,
\nThen let that moment be the end of me!
\nIf ever flattering lies of yours can please
\nAnd soothe my soul to self-sufficiency,
\nAnd make me one of pleasure’s devotees,
\nThen take my soul, for I desire to die:
\nAnd that’s a wager!<\/p>\n
MEPHISTOPHELES. Done!<\/p>\n
FAUST. And done again!
\nIf to the fleeting hour I say
\n‘Remain, so fair thou art, remain!’
\nThen bind me with your fatal chain,
\nFor I will perish in that day.
\n‘Tis I for whom the bell shall toll,
\nThen you are free, your service done.
\nFor me the clock shall fail, to ruin run,
\nAnd timeless night descend upon my soul.<\/p>\n
MEPHISTOPHELES. This shall be held in memory, between!<\/p>\n
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