FAUST
This fooling still?
SATAN
What little service would my conqueror wish?
FAUST
Peace from your childish talk. The game is done.
Quite well you knew that, came I victor forth,
I would not, for all treasure in the world,
Have such an one as servant, who can serve
No end that I desire.
SATAN
Aha! At last
Light penetrates that cobwebbed cranium,
And I can laugh in public! All these months,
I several times have come perilously near
Bursting with mirth at the rare spectacle.
FAUST
Pray you, laugh freely.