BELPHEGOR.
When you have travelled through as many human brains as I have, you will walk with equal certainty.
RECAB.
Stop, Belphegor!
BELPHEGOR.
What is the matter?
RECAB.
Something holds me by the horns, and I cannot move.
BELPHEGOR.
You have entangled your horns in a nerve; do not struggle, and I will release you. There, now, take care to conduct your horns better.