Urchin of hell?
So yield thee at length
To this holiest spell!
Bend thee this sacred
Emblem before,
Which the powers of darkness
Trembling adore.[n5]
Already swells he up with bristling hair.
Can’st thou read it,
The holy sign,
Reprobate spirit,
The emblem divine?
The unbegotten,
Whom none can name,
Moving and moulding
The wide world’s frame,
Yet nailed to the cross
With a death of shame.
Now behind the stove he lies,
And swells him up to an elephant’s size,
And fills up all the space.
He’ll melt into a cloud; not so!
Down, I say, down, proud imp, and know
Here, at thy master’s feet, thy place!
In vain, in vain, thou seek’st to turn thee,
With an holy flame I burn thee!
Wait not the charm
Of the triple-glowing light!
Beware the harm
If thou invite
Upon thy head my spell of strongest might!
[The clouds vanish, and Mephistopheles comes forward from behind the fireplace, dressed like an itinerant scholar.
Scene V.
Faust and Mephistopheles.
Mephistopheles.
What’s all the noise about? I’m here at leisure
To work your worship’s will and pleasure.
Faust.
So, so! such kernel cracked from such a shell!
A travelling scholar! the jest likes me well!
