Round this gay troop I flee
With impulse light.
Say is the melody,
Say is the movement right?
HELENA
Yea, 'tis well done; advance,
Lead to the graceful dance
These maidens coy!
FAUST
Could I the end but see!
Me this mad revelry
Fills with annoy.
EUPHORION and the CHORUS
(Dancing and singing, they move about in interweaving lines)
Moving thine arms so fair
With graceful motion,
Tossing thy curling hair
In bright commotion;
When thou with foot so light
Over the earth doth skim,
Thither and back in flight,
Moving each graceful limb;
Thou hast attained thy goal,
Beautiful child,
All hearts thou hast beguiled,
Won every soul. [Pause.]
EUPHORION
Gracefully sporting,
Light-footed roes,
New frolic courting
Scorn ye repose:
I am the hunter,
Ye are the game.