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『ファウスト』英文/和訳 Part 16 マルテの庭

マルガレーテはファウストに、宗教や信仰について率直に問いかけます。ファウストは「神」という名ではなく、自然・愛・感情として神を語ろうとしますが、マルガレーテはどこか納得しきれません。さらに彼女は、メフィストフェレスへの本能的な嫌悪を語り、破滅の気配がはっきり濃くなっていきます。

動作・変化 恋・不安 悪魔・嫌悪・不穏 庭・夜・小瓶 信仰・神・魂 重要表現
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MARTHA’S GARDEN. MARGARET and FAUST.

MARGARET

Promise me, Henry!

FAUST

What I can!

MARGARET

How thy religion fares, I fain would hear.

MARGARET

Thou art a good kind-hearted man, Only that way not well-disposed, I fear.

FAUST

Forbear, my child! Thou feelest thee I love.

FAUST

My heart, my blood I’d give, my love to prove.

FAUST

And none would of their faith or church bereave.

MARGARET

That’s not enough, we must ourselves believe!

FAUST

Must we?

MARGARET

Ah, could I but thy soul inspire!

MARGARET

Thou honourest not the sacraments, alas!

FAUST

I honour them.

MARGARET

But yet without desire; ‘Tis long since thou hast been either to shrift or mass.

MARGARET

Dost thou believe in God?

FAUST

My darling, who dares say, Yes, I in God believe?

FAUST

Question or priest or sage, and they Seem, in the answer you receive, To mock the questioner.

MARGARET

Then thou dost not believe?

FAUST

Sweet one! my meaning do not misconceive!

FAUST

Him who dare name? And who proclaim, Him I believe?

FAUST

Who that can feel, His heart can steel, To say: I believe him not?

FAUST

The All-embracer, All-sustainer, Holds and sustains he not Thee, me, himself?

FAUST

Lifts not the Heaven its dome above? Doth not the firm-set earth beneath us lie?

FAUST

And beaming tenderly with looks of love, Climb not the everlasting stars on high?

FAUST

Do we not gaze into each other’s eyes?

FAUST

Nature’s impenetrable agencies, Are they not thronging on thy heart and brain?

FAUST

Viewless, or visible to mortal ken, Around thee weaving their mysterious chain?

FAUST

Fill thence thy heart, how large soe’er it be; And in the feeling when thou utterly art blest.

FAUST

Then call it, what thou wilt,— Call it Bliss! Heart! Love! God!

FAUST

I have no name for it! ‘Tis feeling all; Name is but sound and smoke Shrouding the glow of heaven.

MARGARET

All this is doubtless good and fair; Almost the same the parson says, Only in slightly different phrase.

FAUST

Beneath Heaven’s sunshine, everywhere, This is the utterance of the human heart.

FAUST

Each in his language doth the like impart; Then why not I in mine?

MARGARET

What thus I hear Sounds plausible, yet I’m not reconciled.

MARGARET

There’s something wrong about it; much I fear That thou art not a Christian.

FAUST

My sweet child!

MARGARET

Alas! it long hath sorely troubled me, To see thee in such odious company.

FAUST

How so?

MARGARET

The man who comes with thee, I hate.

MARGARET

Yea, in my spirit’s inmost depths abhor.

MARGARET

As his loath’d visage, in my life before, Naught to my heart e’er gave a pang so great.

FAUST

Him fear not, my sweet love!

MARGARET

His presence chills my blood.

MARGARET

Towards all beside I have a kindly mood.

MARGARET

Yet, though I yearn to gaze on thee, I feel At sight of him strange horror o’er me steal.

MARGARET

That he’s a villain my conviction’s strong.

MARGARET

May Heaven forgive me, if I do him wrong!

FAUST

Yet such strange fellows in the world must be!

MARGARET

I would not live with such an one as he.

MARGARET

If for a moment he but enter here, He looks around him with a mocking sneer.

MARGARET

And malice ill-conceal’d; That he with naught on earth can sympathize is clear.

MARGARET

Upon his brow ‘tis legibly revealed, That to his heart no living soul is dear.

MARGARET

So blest I feel, within thine arms, So warm and happy,—free from all alarms.

MARGARET

And still my heart doth close when he comes near.

FAUST

Foreboding angel! check thy fear!

MARGARET

It so o’ermasters me, that when, Or wheresoe’er, his step I hear.

MARGARET

I almost think, no more I love thee then.

MARGARET

Besides, when he is near, I ne’er could pray.

MARGARET

This eats into my heart; with thee The same, my Henry, it must be.

FAUST

This is antipathy!

MARGARET

I must away.

* * *
FAUST

For one brief hour then may I never rest, And heart to heart, and soul to soul be pressed?

MARGARET

Ah, if I slept alone! To-night The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee.

MARGARET

But then my mother’s sleep is light, Were we surprised by her, ah me!

MARGARET

Upon the spot I should be dead.

FAUST

Dear angel! there’s no cause for dread.

FAUST

Here is a little phial,— if she take Mixed in her drink three drops,

FAUST

‘twill steep Her nature in a deep and soothing sleep.

MARGARET

What do I not for thy dear sake!

MARGARET

To her it will not harmful prove?

FAUST

Should I advise it else, sweet love?

MARGARET

I know not, dearest, when thy face I see, What doth my spirit to thy will constrain.

MARGARET

Already I have done so much for thee, That scarcely more to do doth now remain.

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Exit.

* * *
MEPHISTOPHELES enters

The monkey! Is she gone?

FAUST

Again hast played the spy?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Of all that pass’d I’m well apprized, I heard the doctor catechised.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And trust he’ll profit much thereby!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Fain would the girls inquire indeed Touching their lover’s faith and creed.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And whether pious in the good old way; They think, if pliant there, us too he will obey.

FAUST

Thou monster, dost not see that this pure soul, possessed by ardent love.

FAUST

Full of the living faith, To her of bliss The only pledge, must holy anguish prove.

FAUST

Holding the man she loves, Fore-doomed to endless death!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Most sensual, supersensualist? The while A damsel leads thee by the nose!

FAUST

Of filth and fire abortion vile!

MEPHISTOPHELES

In physiognomy strange skill she shows.

MEPHISTOPHELES

She in my presence feels she knows not how; My mask it seems a hidden sense reveals.

MEPHISTOPHELES

That I’m a genius she must needs allow, That I’m the very devil perhaps she feels.

MEPHISTOPHELES

So then to-night—

FAUST

What’s that to you?

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ve my amusement in it too!