Mr. Magnus!
[Schwartzenhopfel goes on dancing until he sees Agnus in full light. Then seeing himself, in Agnus, he bursts into another roar of laughter, pointing in gleeful derision and following the harassed Agnus around, each time pointing and roaring with laughter, as he did with the light.
AGNUS (turning)
Mr. Magnus! (Solicitously) What is wrong, sir?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (after another outbreak, hoarsely to The Devil) Did I walk like that? Look like that? Oh, what liars are looking-glasses!
THE DEVIL
Men don’t see what the mirror shows them. They see what they look to see. A good-looking, intelligent, well-groomed countenance for each.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (to The Devil)
I don’t blame you for wanting to get rid of that! (Pokes Agnus with his finger) Flabby, too.
AGNUS (gasps out thoroughly shocked)