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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.

Eugenie. Governess.

Eugenie.

Welcome a thousand times, friend of my heart,

Who showest a mother’s fondness for me, welcome!

Governess.

With joy, dear child, I press thee to my bosom,

And share the rapture which thy buoyant life

So richly yields thee. How thy dear eyes sparkle!

O’er cheek and brow what lovely color mantles.

What joyous fortune swells thy youthful breast?

Eugenie.

A great misfortune has befallen me:

The horse fell headlong from the crag with me.

Governess.

My God!

Eugenie.

Be calm! thou seest me again

Unharm’d and fortunate, though great the fall!

Governess.

How was it? Tell me!

Eugenie.

Thou shalt hear how fortune

Resulted splendidly from my disaster.

Governess.

Alas! from fortune often pain develops.

Eugenie.

Let words of evil import not be spoken,

And fright me not with evil thoughts of sorrow!

Governess.

Ah, would that thou could’st trust me absolutely!

Eugenie.

Above all others thee! Yet leave me now,

Beloved, to myself! I wish, alone,

To wont myself to feelings new and strange.

Thou knowest what delight my father takes

Whene’er a little poem comes to greet him

Not look’d for, as the favor of the Muses

Grants power to give expression to my thoughts.

So leave me! Even now the inspiration

Is on me; I must seize it ere it fail me.

Governess.

When shall we hold again the precious hours

Of sweet discourse and gentle confidences?

When shall we once again like happy maidens,

Who tireless show each other their adornments,

Unlock the secret chambers of our hearts,

Comparing all our changeable possessions?

Eugenie.

Those pleasant moments will return again

Whose peaceful joys one gladly recollects,

Sharing with confidence our confidences.

Yet leave me in full loneliness to-day

To find the need of trustful days like those.