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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.

The Same. Governess.

Governess.

The fleet already hears the favoring wind;

The sails are bellying; all is in commotion.

In tears the parting take one more embrace,

And from the vessels, from the steadfast land,

White handkerchiefs are waving last farewells.

And soon our vessel also weighs the anchor.

Come! let us go. No parting salutation

Consoles us, not a tear is shed for us.

Counsellor.

Not unbewail’d, not without bitter pain

Of friends deserted, who would rescue you,

Who stretch forth yearning arms, ye pass from sight.

Oh, yet perchance from far will smile upon you

Desir’d in vain the vision ye now scorn.

(ToEugenie.)

A few short moments since I welcom’d thee

With rapture. Must a hasty “Fare-thee-well”

Now seal our everlasting separation?

Governess.

Do I surmise the purport of your talk?

Counsellor.

Thou seest me anxious for the eternal union.

Governess.

(ToEugenie.) And how dost thou receive so great an offer?

Eugenie.

With keenest gratitude that heart could render.

Governess.

And art thou not inclin’d to grasp this hand?

Counsellor.

She turn’d to me for aid importunately.

Eugenie.

What next us lies is oft beyond our reach.

Governess.

Ah! quite too soon relief will be too late.

Counsellor.

And hast thou thought of all the threatening ill?

Eugenie.

E’en to the last that threatens—death itself.

Governess.

Dost thou decline the life that’s offer’d thee?

Counsellor.

Delectable days of glad festivity.

Eugenie.

One festival I hop’d for: hope is past.

Governess.

Who much has lost again can quickly gain.

Counsellor.

A lingering destiny instead of glory.

Eugenie.

When glory quench’d its light slow days began.

Governess.

The possible fate in store should bring content.

Counsellor.

Who would not be content with love and faith?

Eugenie.

My heart would contradict those flattering words,

And contravene you both impatiently.

Counsellor.

Alas! I know how all too burdensome

Is succor undesir’d. It only rouses

Within our hearts the strongest opposition.

We should be grateful, but our thanks are scanty

Because we are not willing to receive.

So let me go. But ere our paths divide

I must fulfil the duty and the custom

Incumbent on the native of the port:

And to your voyage across the barren main

Devote refreshing stores of fruits and flowers,

My parting benediction and farewell.

Then will I stand and watch with stony eyes

While down the horizon fades the towering sail.

And with it go my happiness and fortune.