See, on his forehead, see! Where the deep lines
Meet—do you see the blackened cross that grows
Each moment darker with the curse of God!
He is branded, he is Cain!
FAUST
Down, slave! Fulfil
Now my command, you who my bondsman are!
Seal on these eyes—too blind to take the light—
Darkness! And let me, turning from them, know
They have not peered into my open heart.
You are still my slave—though they are only fools.
YOUNG PLUMBER
Damn your infernal soul!
BUTCHER
Hit him a crack!
OLD WOMAN
Stop all your noise.
BUTCHER