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『ファウスト』英文/和訳 Part 14 庭園・あずまや

ファウストとマルガレーテは庭で語り合います。マルガレーテは自分の身分や生活の素朴さを恥じますが、ファウストはその無垢さに強く惹かれます。一方、マルテはメフィストフェレスに再婚めいた話を持ちかけ、メフィストフェレスはそれを巧みにかわします。最後に二人はあずまやで急速に心を通わせます。

動作・変化 恋・感情 誘惑・不穏 庭・あずまや・場面 純真・内面 重要表現
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GARDEN. MARGARET on FAUST’S arm. MARTHA with MEPHISTOPHELES walking up and down.

MARGARET

I feel it, you but spare my ignorance, The gentleman to shame me stoops thus low.

MARGARET

A traveller from complaisance, Still makes the best of things.

MARGARET

I know Too well, my humble prattle never can Have power to entertain so wise a man.

FAUST

One glance, one word from thee doth charm me more, Than the world’s wisdom or the sage’s lore.

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He kisses her hand.

MARGARET

Nay! trouble not yourself! A hand so coarse, So rude as mine, how can you kiss!

MARGARET

What constant work at home must I not do perforce! My mother too exacting is.

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They pass on.

* * *
MARTHA

Thus, sir, unceasing travel is your lot?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Traffic and duty urge us! With what pain Are we compelled to leave full many a spot.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Where yet we dare not once remain!

MARTHA

In youth’s wild years, with vigour crown’d, ‘Tis not amiss thus through the world to sweep.

MARTHA

But ah, the evil days come round! And to a lonely grave as bachelor to creep.

MARTHA

A pleasant thing has no one found.

MEPHISTOPHELES

The prospect fills me with dismay.

MARTHA

Therefore in time, dear sir, reflect, I pray.

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They pass on.

* * *
MARGARET

Ay, out of sight is out of mind! Politeness easy is to you.

MARGARET

Friends everywhere, and not a few, Wiser than I am, you will find.

FAUST

O dearest, trust me, what doth pass for sense Full oft is self-conceit and blindness!

MARGARET

How?

FAUST

Simplicity and holy innocence,— When will ye learn your hallow’ed worth to know!

FAUST

Ah, when will meekness and humility, Kind and all-bounteous nature’s loftiest dower—

MARGARET

Only one little moment think of me! To think of you I shall have many an hour.

FAUST

You are perhaps much alone?

MARGARET

Yes, small our household is, I own, Yet must I see to it.

MARGARET

No maid we keep, And I must cook, sew, knit, and Sweep.

MARGARET

Still early on my feet and late; My mother is in all things, great and small, So accurate!

MARGARET

Not that for thrift there is such pressing need; Than others we might make more show indeed.

MARGARET

My father left behind a small estate, A house and garden near the city-wall.

MARGARET

But fairly quiet now my days, I own; As soldier is my brother gone.

MARGARET

My little sister’s dead; the babe to rear Occasion’d me some care and fond annoy.

MARGARET

But I would go through all again with joy, The darling was to me so dear.

FAUST

An angel, sweet, if it resembled thee!

MARGARET

I reared it up, and it grew fond of me.

MARGARET

After my father’s death it saw the day; We gave my mother up for lost.

MARGARET

She lay In such a wretched plight, and then at length So very slowly she regained her strength.

MARGARET

Weak as she was, ‘twas vain for her to try Herself to suckle the poor babe.

MARGARET

So I Reared it on milk and water all alone; And thus the child became as ‘twere my own.

MARGARET

Within my arms it stretched itself and grew, And smiling, nestled in my bosom too.

FAUST

Doubtless the purest happiness was thine.

MARGARET

But many weary hours, in sooth, were also mine.

MARGARET

At night its little cradle stood Close to my bed; so was I wide awake If it but stirred.

MARGARET

One while I was obliged to give it food, Or to my arms the darling take.

MARGARET

From bed full oft must rise, whene’er its cry I heard, And, dancing it, must pace the chamber to and fro.

MARGARET

Stand at the wash-tub early; forthwith go To market, and then mind the cooking too.

MARGARET

To-morrow like to-day, the whole year through.

MARGARET

Ah, sir, thus living, it must be confessed One’s spirits are not always of the best.

MARGARET

Yet it a relish gives to food and rest.

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They pass on.

* * *
MARTHA

Poor women! we are badly off, I own; A bachelor’s conversion’s hard, indeed!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Madam, with one like you it rests alone, To tutor me a better course to lead.

MARTHA

Speak frankly, sir, none is there you have met? Has your heart ne’er attach’d itself as yet?

MEPHISTOPHELES

One’s own fire-side and a good wife are gold And pearls of price, so says the proverb old.

MARTHA

I mean, has passion never stirred your breast?

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ve everywhere been well received, I own.

MARTHA

Yet hath your heart no earnest preference known?

MEPHISTOPHELES

With ladies one should ne’er presume to jest.

MARTHA

Ah! you mistake!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’m sorry I’m so blind! But this I know—that you are very kind.

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They pass on.

* * *
FAUST

Me, little angel, didst thou recognise, When in the garden first I came?

MARGARET

Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes.

FAUST

Thou dost forgive my boldness, dost not blame The liberty I took that day.

FAUST

When thou from church didst lately wend thy way?

MARGARET

I was confused. So had it never been; No one of me could any evil say.

MARGARET

Alas, thought I, he doubtless in thy mien, Something unmaidenly or bold hath seen?

MARGARET

It seemed as if it struck him suddenly, Here’s just a girl with whom one may make free!

MARGARET

Yet I must own that then I scarcely knew What in your favour here began at once to plead.

MARGARET

Yet I was angry with myself indeed, That I more angry could not feel with you.

FAUST

Sweet love!

MARGARET

Just wait awhile!

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She gathers a star-flower and plucks off the leaves one after another.

FAUST

A nosegay may that be?

MARGARET

No! It is but a game.

FAUST

How?

MARGARET

Go, you’ll laugh at me!

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She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.

FAUST

What murmurest thou?

MARGARET half aloud

He loves me—loves me not.

FAUST

Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!

MARGARET continues

He loves me—not—he loves me—not—

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Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.

MARGARET

He loves me!

FAUST

Yes! And this flower-language, darling, let it be, A heavenly oracle!

FAUST

He loveth thee! Know’st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee?

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He seizes both her hands.

MARGARET

I tremble so!

FAUST

Nay! Do not tremble, love! Let this hand-pressure, let this glance reveal.

FAUST

Feelings, all power of speech above; To give oneself up wholly and to feel A joy that must eternal prove!

FAUST

Eternal!—Yes, its end would be despair. No end!—It cannot end!

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MARGARET presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away.

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He stands a moment in thought, and then follows her.

* * *
MARTHA approaching

Night’s closing.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Yes, we’ll presently away.

MARTHA

I would entreat you longer yet to stay.

MARTHA

But ‘tis a wicked place, just here about; It is as if the folk had nothing else to do.

MARTHA

Nothing to think of too, But gaping watch their neighbours, who goes in and out.

MARTHA

And scandal‘s busy still, do whatsoe’er one may.

MARTHA

And our young couple?

MEPHISTOPHELES

They have flown up there. The wanton butterflies!

MARTHA

He seems to take to her.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And she to him.

MEPHISTOPHELES

‘Tis of the world the way!

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A SUMMER-HOUSE.

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MARGARET runs in, hides behind the door, holds the tip of her finger to her lip, and peeps through the crevice.

MARGARET

He comes!

FAUST

Ah, little rogue, so thou Think’st to provoke me! I have caught thee now!

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He kisses her.

MARGARET

Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!

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Embracing him, and returning the kiss.

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MEPHISTOPHELES knocks.

MARGARET

Who’s there?

FAUST stamping

MEPHISTOPHELES!

MEPHISTOPHELES

A friend!

FAUST

A brute!

MEPHISTOPHELES and MARTHA

Ay, it is late, good sir.

FAUST

Mayn’t I attend you, then?

MARGARET

Oh no—my mother would—adieu, adieu!

FAUST

And must I really then take leave of you? Farewell!

MARTHA

Good-bye!

MARGARET

Ere long to meet again!

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Exeunt FAUST and MEPHISTOPHELES.

MARGARET

Good heavens! how all things far and near Must fill his mind,—a man like this!

MARGARET

Abash’d before him I appear, And say to all things only, yes.

MARGARET

Poor simple child, I cannot see, What ‘tis that he can find in me.

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Exit.