See  there !  See  there  !

A  fortune  comes,  most  fair :

Shall  I  attain  its  blessing  ?

O,  marvel  past  expressing  !
A  rider  trots  towards  us  free  :
Spirit  and  strength  in  him  I  see,  —
Upon  a  snow-white  steed  careering.  .  ..
I  know  him  now,  I  hail  with  awe
The  famous  son  of  Philyra !  —
Halt,  Chiron,  halt !     I  've  something  for  thy  hearing.
CHIRON.ra

What  then  ?    What  is  it  ?


117


ACT  II.
FAUST.
Thy  course  delay !

CHIRON.
I  rest  not.
FAUST.
Take  me  with  thee,  then,  I  pray !

CHIRON.
Mount !  and  I  thus  can  ask,  at  leisure,
Whither  thy  way.     ThcjU  standest  on  the  shore  ;
I  '11  bear  thee  through  tfi^  flood,  with  pleasure.
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FAUST  {jhpunting).
Whither  thou  wilt.     I  thank  thee  evermore.  .  ..
The  mighty  man,  the  pedagogue,  whose  place

And  fame  it  was,  to  teach  a  hero-rac^  —

The  splendid  circle  of  the  Argonauts,

And  all  whose  deeds  made  qui»k  the  Poet's  thoughts.
We  will  not  further  speak  of  these !
As  Mentor  even  Pallas  is  not  venerated ;
And,  after  all,  they  manage  as  they  please,
As  if  they  'd  not  been  educated.
FAUST.
The  leech,  who  knoweth  flower  and  fruit.
Whose  lore  can  sound  the  deepest  root,  —
Who  heals  the  sick,  and  soothes  the  wounded  place,
Him,  here,  in  mind  ar(d  body  I  embrace  !

CHIRON.
When  heroes,  near  me,  felt  the  smart.
My  helpful  knowledge  failed  them  seldom ;


Il8  FAUST.
But,  at  the  last,  I  left  mine  art

To  priest  and  simple-gathering  beldam.
FAUST.
Thy  speech  the  true  great  man  betrays,
Who  cannot  hear  a  word  of  praise ;
His  modesty  would  fain  confound  uf.
To  think  his  equals  still  were  round  us.
CHIRON.
