BUTLER
There is a man waiting to see you, sir.
FAUST
Let him come in.
BUTLER
I beg your pardon, sir—
Can I do nothing for you?
FAUST
Thank you, nothing.
[The butler goes out again, Satan enters. He is
dressed in a long black cloak of foreign cut; for the
first time, he has the look of sinister majesty appropriate
to the Prince of Hell.
SATAN
Master, your slave is here!