Faust Part 21
There was a king once reigning, Who had a big black flea, And loved him past explaining, As his own son were he.
He called his man of st.i.tches; The tailor came straightway: Here, measure the lad for breeches.
And measure his coat, I say!
BRANDER
But mind, allow the tailor no caprices: Enjoin upon him, as his head is dear, To most exactly measure, sew and shear, So that the breeches have no creases!
MEPHISTOPHELES
In silk and velvet gleaming He now was wholly drest- Had a coat with ribbons streaming, A cross upon his breast.
He had the first of stations, A ministers star and name; And also all his relations Great lords at court became.
And the lords and ladies of honor Were plagued, awake and in bed; The queen she got them upon her, The maids were bitten and bled.
And they did not dare to brush them, Or scratch them, day or night: We crack them and we crush them, At once, wheneer they bite.
CHORUS (shouting)
We crack them and we crush them, At once, wheneer they bite!
FROSCH Bravo! bravo! that was fine.
SIEBEL
Every flea may it so befall!
BRANDER
Point your fingers and nip them all!
ALTMAYER
Hurrah for Freedom! Hurrah for wine!
MEPHISTOPHELES
I fain would drink with you, my gla.s.s to Freedom clinking, If twere a better wine that here I see you drinking.
SIEBEL
Dont let us hear that speech again!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Did I not fear the landlord might complain, Id treat these worthy guests, with pleasure, To some from out our cellars treasure.
SIEBEL
Just treat, and let the landlord me arraign!
FROSCH
And if the wine be good, our praises shall be ample.
But do not give too very small a sample; For, if its quality I decide, With a good mouthful I must be supplied.
ALTMAYER (aside)
Theyre from the Rhine! I guessed as much, before.
MEPHISTOPHELES
Bring me a gimlet here!
BRANDER
What shall therewith be done?
Youve not the casks already at the door?
ALTMAYER
Yonder, within the landlords box of tools, theres one!
MEPHISTOPHELES (takes the gimlet)
(To FROSCH.)
Now, give me of your taste some intimation.
FROSCH
How do you mean? Have you so many kinds?
MEPHISTOPHELES
The choice is free: make up your minds.
ALTMAYER (to FROSCH)
Aha! you lick your chops, from sheer antic.i.p.ation.
FROSCH
Good! if I have the choice, so let the wine be Rhenish!
Our Fatherland can best the sparkling cup replenish.
MEPHISTOPHELES
(boring a hole in the edge of the table, at the place where FROSCH sits)
Get me a little wax, to make the stoppers, quick!
ALTMAYER