Satan: There fell with me from heaven a rare, rare spirit, the light of whose limbs far outshone dawn and evening.
Antoninus: Well?
Satan: We dwell in darkness.
Antoninus: What is that to me?
Satan: For that rare spirit I would have the gaud you wear, that emblem, that bright ornament. In return I offer you——
Antoninus: Begone——
Satan: I offer you——
Antoninus: Begone.
Satan: I offer you—Youth.
Antoninus: I will not traffic with you in damnation.