SATAN
I am, sir, Nicholas Satan, at your service.
FAUST
Nicholas Satan! Quite a name. Perhaps
Some relative of the illustrious one?
SATAN
Himself.
FAUST
Stop this cheap foolishness! Who are you?
Or shall I ring for the police?
SATAN
I am
Satan. If I appeared with colored fire
And lightnings round me, you would doubt no more.
But like your narrow and near-sighted age,
You know me not in my own natural shape.
Now let this end! Here is my proof. You once
Summoned me to your aid, and, when I came,
Weakly rejected me. You were a boy
In college, and a woman blackmailed you—
A low, crude matter. I had settled it
Swiftly, if you had let me. We alone,
We three, on Harvard Bridge—night—and beneath,
A practicable river: ah, it was
A child's task! But you faltered.... You recall,
Possibly.