BELPHEGOR.
A new disease, as a present for mankind. You will see me distribute it. I seldom go to the earth without some largess. But come, the gate is opened; we must stand upon the very brink, and then spring out into the abyss.
RECAB.
How dark it is! How shall we find our way?
BELPHEGOR.
I know the road very well; you have only to keep close behind me. Now spring;—well done! flap your wings boldly, and shoot straight upwards.
RECAB.
But which is upwards? I can find neither upwards nor downwards in this black abyss; it is all alike.
BELPHEGOR.
Keep close to me.