- Drive me Mad!!
these walls are cold behind the steel door hear me scream, i'm beggin' to be free… my senses wonder am i dead or alive i hear the devil laugh at me
- Faust ファウスト MARGARET'S ROOM
xv margaret's room margaret ( at the spinning-wheel, alone ) my peace is gone, my heart is sore: i never shall find it, ah, nevermore! save i have him near. the grave is here; the world is gall and bitterness all. my poor weak head is racked and crazed; my thought is lost, my senses mazed. my peace is gone, my heart is sore: i never shall find it, ah, nevermore! to see him, him only, at the pane i sit; to meet him, him only, the house i quit. his lofty gait, his noble size, the smile of his mouth, the power of his eyes, and the magic flow of his talk, the bliss in the clasp of his hand, and, ah! his kiss! my peace is gone, my heart is sore: i never shall find it, ah, nevermore! my bosom yearns for him alone; ah, dared i clasp him, and hold, and own! and kiss his mouth, to heart's desire, and on his kisses at last expire!
- Faust ファウスト FOREST AND CAVERN
xiv forest and cavern faust ( solus ) spirit sublime, thou gav'st me, gav'st me all for which i prayed. not unto me in vain hast thou thy countenance revealed in fire. thou gav'st me nature as a kingdom grand, with power to feel and to enjoy it. thou not only cold, amazed acquaintance yield'st, but grantest, that in her profoundest breast i gaze, as in the bosom of a friend. the ranks of living creatures thou dost lead before me, teaching me to know my brothers in air and water and the silent wood. and when the storm in forests roars and grinds, the giant firs, in falling, neighbor boughs and neighbor trunks with crushing weight bear down, and falling, fill the hills with hollow thunders, then to the cave secure thou leadest me, then show'st me mine own self, and in my breast the deep, mysterious miracles unfold. and when the perfect moon before my gaze comes up with soothing light, around me float from every precipice and thicket damp the silvery phantoms of the ages past, and temper the austere delight of thought. that nothing can be perfect unto man i now am conscious. with this ecstasy, which brings me near and nearer to the gods, thou gav'st the comrade, whom i now no more can do without, though, cold and scornful, he demeans me to myself, and with a breath, a word, transforms thy gifts to nothingness. within my breast he fans a lawless fire, unwearied, for that fair and lovely form: thus in desire i hasten to enjoyment, and in enjoyment pine to feel desire. (mephistopheles enters .) mephistopheles have you not led this life quite long enough? how can a further test delight you? 'tis very well, that once one tries the stuff, but something new must then requite you. faust would there were other work for thee! to plague my day auspicious thou returnest. mephistopheles well! i'll engage to let thee be: thou darest not tell me so in earnest. the loss of thee were truly very slight, comrade crazy, rude, repelling: one has one's hands full all the day and night; if what one does, or leaves undone, is right, from such a face as thine there is no telling. faust there is, again, thy proper tone! that thou hast bored me, i must thankful be! mephistopheles poor son of earth, how couldst thou thus alone have led thy life, bereft of me? i, for a time, at least, have worked thy cure; thy fancy's rickets plague thee not at all: had i not been, so hadst thou, sure, walked thyself off this earthly ball why here to caverns, rocky hollows slinking, sit'st thou, as 'twere an owl a-blinking? why suck'st, from sodden moss and dripping stone, toad-like, thy nourishment alone? a fine way, this, thy time to fill! the doctor's in thy body still. faust what fresh and vital forces, canst thou guess, spring from my commerce with the wilderness? but, if thou hadst the power of guessing, thou wouldst be devil enough to grudge my soul the blessing. mephistopheles a blessing drawn from supernatural fountains! in night and dew to lie upon the mountains; all heaven and earth in rapture penetrating; thyself to godhood haughtily inflating; to grub with yearning force through earth's dark marrow, compress the six days' work within thy bosom narrow, to taste, i know not what, in haughty power, thine own ecstatic life on all things shower, thine earthly self behind thee cast, and then the lofty instinct, thus ( with a gesture :) at last, i daren't say how to pluck the final flower! faust shame on thee! mephistopheles yes, thou findest that unpleasant! thou hast the moral right to cry me shame! at present. one dares not that before chaste ears declare, which chaste hearts, notwithstanding, cannot spare; and, once for all, i grudge thee not the pleasure of lying to thyself in moderate measure. but such a course thou wilt not long endure; already art thou o'er-excited, and, if it last, wilt soon be plighted to madness and to horror, sure. enough of that! thy love sits lonely yonder, by all things saddened and oppressed; her thoughts and yearnings seek thee, tenderer, fonder, mighty love is in her breast. first came thy passion's flood and poured around her as when from melted snow a streamlet overflows; thou hast therewith so filled and drowned her, that now thy stream all shallow shows. methinks, instead of in the forests lording, the noble sir should find it good, the love of this young silly blood at once to set about rewarding. her time is miserably long; she haunts her window, watching clouds that stray o'er the old city-wall, and far away. were i a little bird! so runs her song, day long, and half night long. now she is lively, mostly sad, now, wept beyond her tears; then again quiet she appears, always love-mad. faust serpent! serpent! mephistopheles (aside) ha! do i trap thee! faust get thee away with thine offences, reprobate! name not that fairest thing, nor the desire for her sweet body bring again before my half-distracted senses! mephistopheles what wouldst thou, then? she thinks that thou art flown; and half and half thou art, i own. faust yet am i near, and love keeps watch and ward; though i were ne'er so far, it cannot falter: i envy even the body of the lord the touching of her lips, before the altar. mephistopheles 'tis very well! my envy oft reposes on your twin-pair, that feed among the roses. faust away, thou pimp! mephistopheles you rail, and it is fun to me. the god, who fashioned youth and maid, perceived the noblest purpose of his trade, and also made their opportunity. go on! it is a woe profound! 'tis for your sweetheart's room you're bound, and not for death, indeed. faust what are, within her arms, the heavenly blisses? though i be glowing with her kisses, do i not always share her need? i am the fugitive, all houseless roaming, the monster without air or rest, that like a cataract, down rocks and gorges foaming, leaps, maddened, into the abyss's breast! and side-wards she, with young unwakened senses, within her cabin on the alpine field her simple, homely life commences, her little world therein concealed. and i, god's hate flung o'er me, had not enough, to thrust the stubborn rocks before me and strike them into dust! she and her peace i yet must undermine: thou, hell, hast claimed this sacrifice as thine! help, devil! through the coming pangs to push me; what must be, let it quickly be! let fall on me her fate, and also crush me, one ruin whelm both her and me! mephistopheles again it seethes, again it glows! thou fool, go in and comfort her! when such a head as thine no outlet knows, it thinks the end must soon occur. hail him, who keeps a steadfast mind! thou, else, dost well the devil-nature wear: naught so insipid in the world i find as is a devil in despair.
- Faust ファウスト MARTHA'S GARDEN
xvi martha's garden margaret faust margaret promise me, henry! faust what i can! margaret how is't with thy religion, pray? thou art a dear, good-hearted man, and yet, i think, dost not incline that way. faust leave that, my child! thou know'st my love is tender; for love, my blood and life would i surrender, and as for faith and church, i grant to each his own. margaret that's not enough: we must believe thereon. faust must we? margaret would that i had some influence! then, too, thou honorest not the holy sacraments. faust i honor them. margaret desiring no possession 'tis long since thou hast been to mass or to confession. believest thou in god? faust my darling, who shall dare i believe in god! to say? ask priest or sage the answer to declare, and it will seem a mocking play, a sarcasm on the asker. margaret then thou believest not! faust hear me not falsely, sweetest countenance! who dare express him? and who profess him, saying: i believe in him! who, feeling, seeing, deny his being, saying: i believe him not! the all-enfolding, the all-upholding, folds and upholds he not thee, me, himself? arches not there the sky above us? lies not beneath us, firm, the earth? and rise not, on us shining, friendly, the everlasting stars? look i not, eye to eye, on thee, and feel'st not, thronging to head and heart, the force, still weaving its eternal secret, invisible, visible, round thy life? vast as it is, fill with that force thy heart, and when thou in the feeling wholly blessed art, call it, then, what thou wilt, call it bliss! heart! love! god! i have no name to give it! feeling is all in all: the name is sound and smoke, obscuring heaven's clear glow. margaret all that is fine and good, to hear it so: much the same way the preacher spoke, only with slightly different phrases. faust the same thing, in all places, all hearts that beat beneath the heavenly day each in its language say; then why not i, in mine, as well? margaret to hear it thus, it may seem passable; and yet, some hitch in't there must be for thou hast no christianity. faust dear love! margaret i've long been grieved to see that thou art in such company. faust how so? margaret the man who with thee goes, thy mate, within my deepest, inmost soul i hate. in all my life there's nothing has given my heart so keen a pang of loathing, as his repulsive face has done. faust nay, fear him not, my sweetest one! margaret i feel his presence like something ill. i've else, for all, a kindly will, but, much as my heart to see thee yearneth, the secret horror of him returneth; and i think the man a knave, as i live! if i do him wrong, may god forgive! faust there must be such queer birds, however. margaret live with the like of him, may i never! when once inside the door comes he, he looks around so sneeringly, and half in wrath: one sees that in nothing no interest he hath: 'tis written on his very forehead that love, to him, is a thing abhorréd. i am so happy on thine arm, so free, so yielding, and so warm, and in his presence stifled seems my heart. faust foreboding angel that thou art! margaret it overcomes me in such degree, that wheresoe'er he meets us, even, i feel as though i'd lost my love for thee. when he is by, i could not pray to heaven. that burns within me like a flame, and surely, henry, 'tis with thee the same. faust there, now, is thine antipathy! margaret but i must go. faust ah, shall there never be a quiet hour, to see us fondly plighted, with breast to breast, and soul to soul united? margaret ah, if i only slept alone! i'd draw the bolts to-night, for thy desire; but mother's sleep so light has grown, and if we were discovered by her, 'twould be my death upon the spot! faust thou angel, fear it not! here is a phial: in her drink but three drops of it measure, and deepest sleep will on her senses sink. margaret what would i not, to give thee pleasure? it will not harm her, when one tries it? faust if 'twould, my love, would i advise it? margaret ah, dearest man, if but thy face i see, i know not what compels me to thy will: so much have i already done for thee, that scarcely more is left me to fulfil. ( enter mephistopheles.) [ exit . mephistopheles the monkey! is she gone? faust hast played the spy again? mephistopheles i've heard, most fully, how she drew thee. the doctor has been catechised, 'tis plain; great good, i hope, the thing will do thee. the girls have much desire to ascertain if one is prim and good, as ancient rules compel: if there he's led, they think, he'll follow them as well. faust thou, monster, wilt nor see nor own how this pure soul, of faith so lowly, so loving and ineffable, the faith alone that her salvation is, with scruples holy pines, lest she hold as lost the man she loves so well! mephistopheles thou, full of sensual, super-sensual desire, a girl by the nose is leading thee. faust abortion, thou, of filth and fire! mephistopheles and then, how masterly she reads physiognomy! when i am present she's impressed, she knows not how; she in my mask a hidden sense would read: she feels that surely i'm a genius now, perhaps the very devil, indeed! well, well, to-night ? faust what's that to thee? mephistopheles yet my delight 'twill also be!
- 惑星魂２１日・７日目に参戦！
rescue ドカ～～ン！
one drop
lips
喜びの歌
keep the faith
don't u ever stop
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sadistic love
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