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• Faust a Tragedy
• Faust First Part
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Dedication.
• Prologue For the Theatre.
• Prologue In Heaven.
• Walpurgis-night.
• Walpurgis-night’s Dream; Or, Oberon and Titania’s Golden Wedding Feast. Intermezzo.
• Faust. Second Part
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Act II.
• Act III.
• Act IV.
• Act V.
• Egmont
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Soldiers and Citizens, With Cross-bows.
• Scene II.—: Palace of the Regent.
• Scene III.—: Citizen’s House.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Square In Brussels.
• Scene II.—: Egmont’s Residence.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Palace of the Regent.
• Scene II.—: Clara’s Dwelling.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: A Street.
• Scene II.—: The Palace of Eulenberg, Residence of the Duke of Alva.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: A Street. Twilight.
• Scene II.: A Prison.
• Scene III.—: Clara’s House.
• Scene IV.—: A Prison.
• The Natural Daughter a Tragedy
• Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Thick Wood.
• Scene II.—: The Same.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.—: The Same.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Eugenie’s Apartment In Gothic Style.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Antechamber of the Duke, Furnished In Magnificent Modern Style.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Park At the Port. On One Side a Palace, On the Other a Church; In the Background a Row of Trees Through Which the Port Is Seen Below. Eugenie, Enveloped In a Veil, Seated On a Bench In the Background, With Face Turned to the Sea.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Plaza At the Port.
• Scene II.—: The Same.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.—: The Same.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Scene VII.
• Scene VIII.
• Scene IX.
• The Sorrows of Young Werther
• Book I.
• Book II.
• The Editor to the Reader.
• Colma.
• Rhyno.
• Alpin.

SCENE III.

King. Count.

King.

What was it caus’d the accident, Sir Count?

Count.

It happen’d right before my very eyes:

A band of many riders found themselves

By fortune separated from the hunt,

And, led by that fair lady, prick’d their way

Upon the wood-crown’d summit of yon height.

They hear, they see below them in the valley

That all is over, see the noble stag

Succumb before the pack of yelping hounds,

And quickly then the company disbands,

Each seeking by the path where each may best,—

One here, one there,—a prosperous exit down.

But she alone no instant hesitates,

But spurs her steed from crag to crag sheer down;

We marvel at the luck of recklessness.

Bravely it goes with her awhile; at last

When she has reach’d the ultimate descent,

A steep bold cliff, the horse mistakes his steps

So insecure, and down he goes with her.

Thus much I saw and then the hurrying throng

Hid her from sight. I heard them call the surgeon;

And so I now am here to tell thee, Sire.

King.

Oh, that she may be spar’d him! Dangerous

Is that man who has nothing more to lose.

Count.

Has then this sudden fright compell’d the secret,

Which, until now, he strove so hard to hide?

King.

His confidence was freely given ere now.

Count.

The Princess’s death remov’d the seal of silence

From lips which tell a history long disclos’d—

An open secret unto court and city.

It is a curious and absurd conceit

That we through silence can annihilate

For others or ourselves the deeds we do.

King.

Oh, leave to man this noble touch of pride!

He can, he must do many, many things

Which are not suitable to put in words.

Count.

They bring her hither, lifeless I’m afraid.

King.

Oh, what an unexpected, sad event!