Original Plays, Second SeriesGilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
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Original Plays, Second Series
Gilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
English drama; Operas -- Librettos
_Gott._ This is my very dear and tried friend, Faustus,
The truest fellow that the wide world holds.
Faustus, this is my gentle cousin Gretchen.
_Gret._ (_agitated_). Surely I dream again! Oh, marvellous!
The very face and form!
_Gott._ Come, Gretchen, speak.
_Gret._ (_much agitated_). I give you honest welcome, noble sir;
As you are Gottfried’s friend, so are you ours.
_Faus._ I thank you, lady.
_Gott._ Well, and is that all?
“I thank you, lady!” Come, thou shamefaced knight,
Where are thy words? Gretchen, be not deceived--
He _hath_ a tongue--a very fluent tongue,
And one that serves him well, when he so pleases.
_Faus._ I am not dumb from lack of gratitude.
Much as I owe to Gottfried’s well-tried love,
My heavy debt is multiplied tenfold.
_Gott._ (_aside to FAUSTUS_).
Then, debtor, pay the tenfold debt tenfold.
Watch over her when I am far away--
Shield her from harm as though she were thy sister,
And we’ll cry quits. Thou wilt? I thank thee, Faustus;
I go with lighter heart! (_Aloud to GRETCHEN._) Now, fare thee well.
God keep thee safe and sound till I return.
_Gret._ Farewell, dear Gottfried--think of me at times.
My heart is full--then read it in my eyes.
May Heaven shield thee from all harm!
_Gott._ Amen.
And now to horse--nay, not another word,
Or I shall lack the heart to go at all.
Farewell--once more and only once--farewell! [_Exit GOTTFRIED._
_Gret._ (_timidly_). Sir, will you enter? Our poor home is near,
And Mistress Martha will be glad to greet you.
You are an old friend of my cousin Gottfried?
_Faus._ Ay, lady.
_Gret._ Nay, you must not call me “lady;”
I am a peasant girl--my name is Gretchen.
_Faus._ And may I call thee Gretchen?
_Gret._ Willingly.
All call me Gretchen.
_Faus._ Gottfried calls thee Gretchen.
I thought he claimed a cousin’s privilege.
_Gret._ Does Gottfried speak of me?
_Faus._ He does indeed,
And in such terms of glowing eulogy
I almost feared that he had gained thy heart.
_Gret._ Feared!
_Faus._ Pardon me. I spake unwittingly.
His welfare should be very dear to me,
And, therefore, I should rather hope than fear.
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