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日期:2020-08-04 16:45:53

1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Faust
2.  What, sorry Devil, hast thou to bestow? Was ever mortal spirit, in its highendeavour, Fathom'd by Being such as thou? Yet food thou hast whichsatisfieth never, Hast ruddy gold, that still doth flow Like restless quicksilveraway, A game thou hast, at which none win who play, A girl who would, withamorous eyen, E'en from my breast, a neighbour snare, Lofty ambition's joydivine, That, meteor - like, dissolves in air. Show me the fruit that, ere 'tispluck'd, doth rot, And trees, whose verdure daily buds anew!Mephistopheles
3.  Good! A remedy Without physician, gold, or sorcery: Away forthwith, and tothe fields repair, Begin to delve, to cultivate the ground, Thy senses andthyself confine Within the very narrowest round, Support thyself upon thesimplest fare, Live like a very brute the brutes among, Neither esteem itrobbery The acre thou dost reap, thyself to dung; This is the best method,credit me, Again at eighty to grow hale and young.Faust
4.  Hast done?
5.  Convey me thither! She shall be free!
6.  (Exeunt.)


1.  Then give me back youth's golden prime, When my own spirit too wasgrowing, When from my heart th' unbidden rhyme Gush'd forth, a fount forever flowing; Then shadowy mist the world conceal'd, And every bud sweetpromise made, Of wonders yet to be reveal'd, As through the vales, withblooms inlaid, Culling a thousand flowers I stray'd. Naught had I, yet a richprofusion! The thirst for truth, joy in each fond illusion. Give me unquell'dthose impulses to prove; Rapture so deep, its ecstasy was pain, The power ofhate, the energy of love, Give me, oh give me back my youth again!Merryman
2.  (suddenly appearing very old)
3.  Voices
4.  Mephistopheles
5.  Faust
6.  I guess they're from the Rhenish land.


1.  Old Peasant
2.  Where the four winds have blown it, who can say? In Naples as he stroll'd, astranger there, A comely maid took pity on my friend; And gave such tokensof her love and care, That he retained them to his blessed end.Martha
3.  The prospect fills me with dismay.
4.  Mephistopheles
5.   Our throats are tuned. Come let's commence!
6.  An ugly song! a song political! A song offensive! Thank God, every morn Torule the Roman empire, that you were not born! I bless my stars at least thatmine is not Either a kaiser's or a chancellor's lot. Yet 'mong ourselves shouldone still lord it o'er the rest; That we elect a pope I now suggest. Ye know,what quality ensures A man's success, his rise secures.Frosch (sings)


1.  (He seizes Siebel by the nose. The others reciprocally do the same, and raisetheir knives.)
2.  Welcome sweet twilight, calm and blest, That in this hallow'd precinct reigns!Fond yearning love, inspire my breast, Feeding on hope's sweet dew thyblissful pains! What stillness here environs me! Content and order broodaround. What fulness in this poverty! In this small cell what bliss profound!(He throws himself on the leather arm - chair beside the bed)Receive me thou, who hast in thine embrace, Welcom'd in joy and grief theages flown! How oft the children of a by - gone race Have cluster'd round thispatriarchal throne! Haply she, also, whom I hold so dear, For Christmas gift,with grateful joy possess'd, Hath with the full round cheek of childhood, here,Her grandsire's wither'd hand devoutly press'd. Maiden! I feel thy spirit hauntthe place, Breathing of order and abounding grace. As with a mother's voice itprompteth thee, The pure white cover o'er the board to spread, To strew thecrisping sand beneath thy tread. Dear hand! so godlike in its ministry! The hutbecomes a paradise through thee! And here - (He raises the bed - curtain.)How thrills my pulse with strange delight! Here could I linger hours untold;Thou, Nature, didst in vision bright, The embryo angel here unfold. Here laythe child, her bosom warm With life; while steeped in slumber's dew, Toperfect grace, her godlike form, With pure and hallow'd weavings grew!And thou! ah here what seekest thou? How quails mine inmost being now!What wouldst thou here? what makes thy heart so sore? Unhappy Faust! Iknow thee now no more.
3.  The Manager.
4、  Beneath Heaven's sunshine, everywhere, This is the utterance of the humanheart; Each in his language doth the like impart; Then why not I in mine?Margaret
5、  I shall remember: pause, ere 'tis too late.




  • 苏建强 08-03

      'Twas all delusion, cheat and lie.

  • 罗斯勒 08-03

      I'd rather be above, though, I must own! Already fire and eddying smoke Iview; The impetuous millions to the devil ride; Full many a riddle will be thereuntied.

  • 王宇平 08-03

       Valentine (steps forward)

  • 袁堃 08-03

      Here too thou'rt free to act without control; I ne'er have cherished hate forsuch as thee. Of all the spirits who deny, The scoffer is least wearisome tome. Ever too prone is man activity to shirk, In unconditioned rest he fainwould live; Hence this companion purposely I give, Who stirs, excites, andmust, as devil, work. But ye, the genuine sons of heaven, rejoice! In the fullliving beauty still rejoice! May that which works and lives, the ever - growing,In bonds of love enfold you, mercy - fraught, And Seeming's changeful forms,around you flowing, Do ye arrest, in ever - during thought!(Heaven closes, the Archangels disperse.)

  • 李春辉 08-02

    {  Poor thing!

  • 冯永辉 08-01

      As works that draught, thou presently shalt greet A Helen in each womanthou dost meet.}

  • 邵乔茵 08-01


  • 陈彩凤 08-01


  • 李敬宇 07-31


  • 冯大导 07-29

    {  How! add insult, too! Vile broomstick!

  • 马小俊 07-29

      (Mephistopheles knocks.)