CATHEDRAL-
next scene from Faust
In
this scene Margaret is tortured by her sense of guilt which appears
to her as an evil spirit whispering to her while she hears
some verses from the Latin hymn Dies
Irae (which
is about guilt and doom itself). I have worked out a "translation"
of the hymn as it is important to the scene to grasp its emotional
content also.
by
Charles-Antoine Cambon
The
Cathedral Scene from 'Faust': Margaret tormented by the Evil Spirit
by
Frank
Cadogan Cowper
from Wikigallery.org
CATHEDRAL
SERVICE,
ORGAN AND SINGING. GRETCHEN AMONG MANY PEOPLE. EVIL SPIRIT BEHIND HER
EVIL
SPIRIT
How
otherwise, oh Gretchen,
It
was with you when you,
Still
full of innocence,
Came
to the altar here,
And
from the well-worn little book
You
babbled prayers,
Half
child-at-play
Half
God within your heart!
Gretchen!
Where
dwell your thoughts?
Within
your heart
What
misdeed’s harboured?
Are
you now praying for your mother’s soul
That
overslept to lasting, lasting pain?
And
whose blood stains your threshold stones?
Already
now beneath your heart
Does
it not stir and swell
To
frighten you and it
With
its foreboding presence?
GRETCHEN
Oh,
grief!
Were
I but free of all the thoughts
Which
sweep on back and forth in me,
Fighting
me.
ORGAN
TONE.
CHOIR
Dies
irae, dies illa
Solvet
saeclum in favilla.
(Day
of Wrath, millennial day,
Earth
to ash will pass away.
-
13th century hymn of Thomas of Celo)
EVIL
SPIRIT
Wrath
takes you!
The
trumpet peals!
The
graves are quaking!
And
your heart
From
ashen rest
To
flame-fed torture
Rises
up again
So
quivering!
GRETCHEN
I
wish I were
Far
away from here! I feel as if
The
organ’s robbing me
Of
breath- song dissolves
My
heart down to its deeps.
CHOIR
Judex
ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid
latet adparebit,
Nil
inultum remanebit.
(Before
the judge all hidden-away
Things
come into light of day-
Nothing
unavenged will stay.)
GRETCHEN
I
feel hemmed in!
The
wall’s high pillars
Imprison
me!
How
the vault
Crushes
me!- air!
EVIL
SPIRIT
Conceal
yourself! Sin, shame
Won’t
stay concealed.
Air?
Light?
Woe
to you!
CHOIR
Quid
sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem
patronum rogaturus?
Cum
vix justus sit securus.
(
I, the wretched, what shall I say,
Who
implore upon that day,
When
the just can hardly stay?)
EVIL
SPIRIT
Transfigured
ones
Avert
their faces from you.
To
stretch their hands towards you
Makes
the pure shudder.
Woe!
CHOIR
Quid
sum miser tunc dicturus?
(
I, the wretched, what shall I say?)
GRETCHEN
Neighbour!
Smelling salts!
SHE
PASSES OUT.
You almost finished Mark? Been an epic task
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