Mep. (suddenly appearing). Here am I! So, I surprise you? Satan, Sir, at your service! A sword at my side; on my hat a gay feather;— A cloak o'er my shoulder; and altogether, Why, gotten up quite in the fashion! (Briskly.) But come, Doctor Faust, what is your will? Behold! Speak! Are you afraid of me?
Faust. No.
Mep. Do you doubt my power?
Faust. Perhaps.
Mep. Prove it, then.
Faust. Begone!
Mep. Fie! Fie! Is this your politeness! But learn, my friend, that with Satan One should conduct in a different way. I've entered your door with infinite trouble. Would you kick me out the very same day?
Faust. Then what will you do for me?
Mep. Anything in the world! All things. But Say first what you would have. Abundance of gold?
Faust. And what can I do with riches?