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『ファウスト』英文/和訳 Part 8 契約

メフィストフェレスが再びファウストの書斎に現れます。ファウストはこの世の喜びにも、学問にも、名声にも満足できず、ついにメフィストフェレスとの契約へ向かいます。ここでは「快楽」ではなく、あらゆる人間経験を味わい尽くそうとするファウストの激しい欲望が描かれます。

動作・変化 感情・欲望 絶望・悪魔 場面・衣装 精神・契約 重要表現
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STUDY. FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES.

FAUST

A knock? Come in! Who now would break my rest?

MEPHISTOPHELES

‘Tis I!

FAUST

Come in!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Thrice be the words express’d.

FAUST

Then I repeat, Come in!

MEPHISTOPHELES

‘Tis well, I hope that we shall soon agree! For now your fancies to expel,

MEPHISTOPHELES

Here, as a youth of high degree, I come in gold-lac’d scarlet vest.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And stiff-silk mantle richly dress’d, A cock’s gay feather for a plume,

MEPHISTOPHELES

A long and pointed rapier, too; And briefly I would counsel you

MEPHISTOPHELES

To don at once the same costume, And, free from trammels, speed away.

MEPHISTOPHELES

That what life is you may essay.

* * *
FAUST

In every garb I needs must feel oppress’d, My heart to earth’s low cares a prey.

FAUST

Too old the trifler’s part to play, Too young to live by no desire possess’d.

FAUST

What can the world to me afford? Renounce! renounce! is still the word.

FAUST

This is the everlasting song In every ear that ceaseless rings.

FAUST

And which, alas, our whole life long, Hoarsely each passing moment sings.

FAUST

But to new horror I awake each morn, And I could weep hot tears, to see the sun.

FAUST

Dawn on another day, whose round forlorn Accomplishes no wish of mine—not one.

FAUST

Which still, with froward captiousness, impains even the presentiment of every joy.

FAUST

While low realities and paltry cares The spirit’s fond imaginings destroy.

FAUST

Then must I too, when falls the veil of night, Stretch’d on my pallet languish in despair.

FAUST

Appalling dreams my soul affright; No rest vouchsafed me even there.

FAUST

The god, who throned within my breast resides, Deep in my soul can stir the springs.

FAUST

With sovereign sway my energies he guides, He cannot move external things.

FAUST

And so existence is to me a weight. Death fondly I desire, and life I hate.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And yet, methinks, by most ‘twill be confess’d That Death is never quite a welcome guest.

* * *
FAUST

Happy the man around whose brow he binds The bloodstain’d wreath in conquest’s dazzling hour.

FAUST

Or whom, excited by the dance, he finds Dissolv’d in bliss, in love’s delicious bower!

FAUST

O that before the lofty spirit’s might, Enraptured, I had rendered up my soul!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Yet did a certain man refrain one night, Of its brown juice to drain the crystal bowl.

FAUST

To play the spy diverts you then?

MEPHISTOPHELES

I own, though not omniscient, much to me is known.

FAUST

If o’er my soul the tone familiar, stealing, Drew me from harrowing thought‘s bewildering maze.

FAUST

Touching the lingering chords of childlike feeling, With sweet harmonies of happier days.

FAUST

So curse I all, around the soul that windeth Its magic and alluring spell.

FAUST

And with delusive flattery bindeth Its victim to this dreary cell!

FAUST

Curs’d before all things be the high opinion, Wherewith the spirit girds itself around!

FAUST

Of shows delusive curs’d be the dominion, Within whose mocking sphere our sense is bound!

FAUST

Accurs’d of dreams the treacherous wiles, The cheat of glory, deathless fame!

FAUST

Accurs’d what each as property beguiles, Wife, child, slave, plough, whate’er its name!

FAUST

Accurs’d be mammon, when with treasure He doth to daring deeds incite.

FAUST

Or when to steep the soul in pleasure, He spreads the couch of soft delight!

FAUST

Curs’d be the grape’s balsamic juice! Accurs’d love’s dream, of joys the first!

FAUST

Accurs’d be hope! accurs’d be faith! And more than all, be patience curs’d!

* * *
CHORUS OF SPIRITS

Woe! woe! Thou hast destroy’d The beautiful world With violent blow.

CHORUS OF SPIRITS

‘Tis shiver’d! ‘tis shatter’d! The fragments abroad by a demigod scatter’d!

CHORUS OF SPIRITS

Now we sweep the wrecks into nothingness! Fondly we weep the beauty that’s gone!

CHORUS OF SPIRITS

Thou, ‘mongst the Sons of earth, Lofty and mighty one, Build it once more!

CHORUS OF SPIRITS

In thine own bosom the lost world restore! Now with unclouded sense enter a new career.

CHORUS OF SPIRITS

Songs shall salute thine ear, Ne’er heard before!

MEPHISTOPHELES

My little ones these spirits be. Hark! with shrewd intelligence,

MEPHISTOPHELES

How they recommend to thee Action, and the joys of sense!

MEPHISTOPHELES

In the busy world to dwell, Fain they would allure thee hence.

MEPHISTOPHELES

For within this lonely cell, Stagnate sap of life and sense.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Forbear to trifle longer with thy grief, Which, vulture-like, consumes thee in this den.

MEPHISTOPHELES

The worst society is some relief, Making thee feel thyself a man with men.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Nathless, it is not meant, I trow, To thrust thee mid the vulgar throng.

MEPHISTOPHELES

I to the upper ranks do not belong; Yet if, by me companion’d, thou

MEPHISTOPHELES

Thy steps through life forthwith wilt take, Upon the spot myself I’ll make thy comrade.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Should it suit thy need, I am thy servant, am thy slave indeed!

FAUST

And how must I thy services repay?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Thereto thou lengthen’d respite hast!

FAUST

No! No! The devil is an egoist I know.

FAUST

And, for Heaven’s sake, ‘tis not his way Kindness to any one to show.

FAUST

Let the condition plainly be exprest! Such a domestic is a dangerous guest.

* * *
MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ll pledge myself to be thy servant here, Still at thy back alert and prompt to be.

MEPHISTOPHELES

But when together yonder we appear, Then shalt thou do the same for me.

FAUST

But small concern I feel for yonder world; Hast thou this system into ruin hurl’d,

FAUST

Another may arise the void to fill. This earth the fountain whence my pleasures flow.

FAUST

This sun doth daily shine upon my woe, And if this world I must forego,

FAUST

Let happen then,—what can and will.

FAUST

I to this theme will close mine ears, If men hereafter hate and love.

FAUST

And if there be in yonder spheres A depth below or height above.

MEPHISTOPHELES

In this mood thou mayst venture it. But make the compact!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I at once will undertake To charm thee with mine arts.

MEPHISTOPHELES

I’ll give thee more Than mortal eye hath e’er beheld before.

FAUST

What, sorry Devil, hast thou to bestow?

FAUST

Was ever mortal spirit, in its high endeavour, Fathom’d by Being such as thou?

FAUST

Yet food thou hast which satisfieth never, Hast ruddy gold, that still doth flow.

FAUST

Like restless quicksilver away, A game thou hast, at which none win who play.

FAUST

A girl who would, with amorous eyen, E’en from my breast, a neighbour snare.

FAUST

Lofty ambition’s joy divine, That, meteor-like, dissolves in air.

FAUST

Show me the fruit that, ere ‘tis pluck’d, doth rot, And trees, whose verdure daily buds anew!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Such a commission scares me not, I can provide such treasures, it is true.

MEPHISTOPHELES

But, my good friend, a season will come round, When on what’s good we may regale in peace.

* * *
FAUST

If e’er upon my couch, stretched at my ease, I’m found, Then may my life that instant cease!

FAUST

Me canst thou cheat with glozing wile Till self-reproach away I cast.

FAUST

Me with joy’s lure canst thou beguile, Let that day be for me the last!

FAUST

Be this our wager!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Settled!

FAUST

Sure and fast!

FAUST

When to the moment I shall say, “Linger awhile! so fair thou art!”

FAUST

Then mayst thou fetter me straightway, Then to the abyss will I depart!

FAUST

Then may the solemn death-bell sound, Then from thy service thou art free.

FAUST

The index then may cease its round, And time be never more for me!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I shall remember: pause, ere ‘tis too late.

FAUST

Thereto a perfect right hast thou. My strength I do not rashly overrate.

FAUST

Slave am I here, at any rate, If thine, or whose, it matters not, I trow.

MEPHISTOPHELES

At thine inaugural feast I will this day Attend, my duties to commence.

MEPHISTOPHELES

But one thing! Accidents may happen, hence A line or two in writing grant, I pray.

FAUST

A writing, Pedant! dost demand from me?

FAUST

Man, and man’s plighted word, are these unknown to thee?

FAUST

Is’t not enough, that by the word I gave, My doom for evermore is cast?

FAUST

Doth not the world in all its currents rave, And must a promise hold me fast?

FAUST

Yet fixed is this delusion in our heart; Who, of his own free will, therefrom would part?

FAUST

How blest within whose breast truth reigneth pure! No sacrifice will he repent when made!

FAUST

A formal deed, with seal and signature, A spectre this from which all shrink afraid.

FAUST

The word its life resigneth in the pen, Leather and wax usurp the mastery then.

FAUST

Spirits of evil! what dost thou require? Brass, marble, parchment, paper, dost desire?

FAUST

Shall I with chisel, pen, or graver write? Thy choice is free; to me ‘tis all the same.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Wherefore thy passion so excite And thus thine eloquence inflame?

MEPHISTOPHELES

A scrap is for our compact good. Thou under-signest merely with a drop of blood.

FAUST

If this will satisfy thy mind, Thy whim I’ll gratify, howe’er absurd.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Blood is a juice of very special kind.

* * *
FAUST

Be not afraid that I shall break my word! The scope of all my energy

FAUST

Is in exact accordance with my vow. Vainly I have aspired too high.

FAUST

I’m on a level but with such as thou; Me the great spirit scorn’d, defied.

FAUST

Nature from me herself doth hide; Rent is the web of thought.

FAUST

My mind doth knowledge loathe of every kind.

FAUST

In depths of sensual pleasure drown’d, Let us our fiery passions still!

FAUST

Enwrapp’d in magic’s veil profound, Let wondrous charms our senses thrill!

FAUST

Plunge we in time’s tempestuous flow, Stem we the rolling surge of chance!

FAUST

There may alternate weal and woe, Success and failure, as they can.

FAUST

Mingle and shift in changeful dance! Excitement is the sphere for man.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Nor goal, nor measure is prescrib’d to you.

MEPHISTOPHELES

If you desire to taste of every thing, To snatch at joy while on the wing.

MEPHISTOPHELES

May your career amuse and profit too! Only fall to and don’t be over coy!

FAUST

Hearken! The end I aim at is not joy; I crave excitement, agonizing bliss.

FAUST

Enamour’d hatred, quickening vexation.

FAUST

Purg’d from the love of knowledge, my vocation, The scope of all my powers henceforth be this.

FAUST

To bare my breast to every pang, to know in my heart’s core all human weal and woe.

FAUST

To grasp in thought the lofty and the deep, Men’s various fortunes on my breast to heap.

FAUST

And thus to theirs dilate my individual mind, And share at length with them the shipwreck of mankind.

* * *
MEPHISTOPHELES

Oh, credit me, who still as ages roll, Have chew’d this bitter fare from year to year.

MEPHISTOPHELES

No mortal, from the cradle to the bier, Digests the ancient leaven!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Know, this Whole doth for the Deity alone subsist!

MEPHISTOPHELES

He in eternal brightness doth exist, Us unto darkness he hath brought.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And here where day and night alternate, is your sphere.

FAUST

But ‘tis my will.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Well spoken, I admit! But one thing puzzles me, my friend.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Time’s short, art long; methinks ‘twere fit That you to friendly counsel should attend.

MEPHISTOPHELES

A poet choose as your ally! Let him thought’s wide dominion sweep.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Each good and noble quality, Upon your honoured brow to heap.

MEPHISTOPHELES

The lion’s magnanimity, The fleetness of the hind.

MEPHISTOPHELES

The fiery blood of Italy, The Northern’s stedfast mind.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Let him to you the mystery show To blend high aims and cunning low.

MEPHISTOPHELES

And while youth’s passions are aflame To fall in love by rule and plan!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I fain would meet with such a man; Would him Sir Microcosmus name.

FAUST

What then am I, if I aspire in vain The crown of our humanity to gain?

FAUST

Towards which my every sense doth strain?

MEPHISTOPHELES

Thou’rt after all—just what thou art.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Put on thy head a wig with countless locks, And to a cubit’s height upraise thy socks.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Still thou remainest ever, what thou art.

* * *
FAUST

I feel it, I have heap’d upon my brain The gather’d treasure of man’s thought in vain.

FAUST

And when at length from studious toil I rest, No power, new-born, springs up within my breast.

FAUST

A hair’s breadth is not added to my height, I am no nearer to the infinite.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Good sir, these things you view indeed, Just as by other men they’re view’d.

MEPHISTOPHELES

We must more cleverly proceed, Before life’s joys our grasp elude.

MEPHISTOPHELES

The devil! thou hast hands and feet, And head and heart are also thine.

MEPHISTOPHELES

What I enjoy with relish sweet, Is it on that account less mine?

MEPHISTOPHELES

If for six stallions I can pay, Do I not own their strength and speed?

MEPHISTOPHELES

A proper man I dash away, As their two dozen legs were mine indeed.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Up then, from idle pondering free, And forth into the world with me!

MEPHISTOPHELES

I tell you what; your speculative churl Is like a beast which some ill spirit leads.

MEPHISTOPHELES

On barren wilderness, in ceaseless whirl, While all around lie fair and verdant meads.

FAUST

But how shall we begin?

MEPHISTOPHELES

We will go hence with speed, A place of torment this indeed!

MEPHISTOPHELES

A precious life, thyself to bore, And some few youngsters evermore!

MEPHISTOPHELES

Leave that to neighbour Paunch! withdraw, Why wilt thou plague thyself with thrashing straw?

MEPHISTOPHELES

The very best that thou dost know Thou dar’st not to the striplings show.

MEPHISTOPHELES

One in the passage now doth wait!

FAUST

I’m in no mood to see him now.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Poor lad! He must be tired, I trow; He must not go disconsolate.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Hand me thy cap and gown; The mask is for my purpose quite first rate.

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He changes his dress.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Now leave it to my wit! I ask but quarter of an hour.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Meanwhile equip, And make all ready for our pleasant trip!

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Exit FAUST.

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