Faust, Part I

MANAGER. DRAMATIC POET. MERRYMAN.

MANAGER YE twain, in trouble and distress True friends whom I so oft have found, Say, for our scheme on German ground, What prospect have we of success? Fain would I please the public, win their thanks; They live and let live, hence it is but meet. The posts are now erected, and the planks, And all look forward to a festal treat. Their places taken, they, with eyebrows rais’d, Sit patiently, and fain would be amaz’d. I know the art to hit the public taste, Yet ne’er of failure felt so keen a dread; True, they are not accustomed to the best, But then appalling the amount they’ve read.. How make our entertainment striking, new, And yet significant and pleasing too? For to be plain, I love to see the throng, As to our booth the living tide progresses; As wave on wave successive rolls along, And through heaven’s narrow portal forceful presses; Still in broad daylight, ere the clock strikes four, With blows their way towards the box they take; And, as for bread in famine, at the baker’s door, For tickets are content their necks to break. Such various minds the bard alone can sway, My friend, oh work this miracle to-day!