Faust. Hence, empty sounds of human joys Flee far from me. O goblet, which my ancestors So many times have filled, Why tremblest thou in my grasp?
(Again raising the goblet to his lips.)
Cho. of Laborers (without). The morn into the fields doth summon us, The swallow hastes away! Why tarry, then? To labor let's away! to work let's on, The sky is bright, the earth is fair, Our tribute, then, let's pay to heav'n.
Cho. of Maidens and Laborers. Praises to God!
Faust. God! God!
(He sinks into a chair.) But this God, what will he do for me? (Rising.) Will he return to me youth, love, and faith? (With rage.) Cursed be all of man's vile race! Cursed be the chains which bind him in his place! Cursed be visions false, deceiving! Cursed the folly of believing! Cursed be dreams of love or hate! Cursed be souls with joy elate. Cursed be science, prayer, and faith! Cursed my fate in life and death! Infernal king, arise!
SCENE II.
Faust and Mephistopheles.