ou shall cringe, though all the world
Shun me, your conqueror. Vilest of slaves!
Accept your servitude!

BUTCHER

Here! That's enough!

GIRL

You brute!

SATAN

Your slave. Command, and it shall be
Fulfilled. A little snarling now and then
Means naught.

YOUNG PLUMBER

I will not let an honest man,
A worthy citizen, be spoken to
Like that by a damn anarchist while I
Can raise a hand!

BUTCHER

Nor I!

MERCHANT'S WIFE

Go after him!

FAUST

Silence! Let not your eager efforts prove
You are the beast-herd he would bid you be!

YOUNG PLUMBER

What! Let us show him how to talk to us!

SATAN

See, on his forehead, see! Where the deep lines
Meet--do you see the blackened cross that grows
Each moment darker with the curse of God!
He is branded, he is Cain!

FAUST

Down, slave! Fulfil
Now my command, you who my bondsman are!
Seal on these eyes--too blind to take the light--
Darkness! And let me, turning from them, know
They have not peered into my open heart.
You are still my slave--though they are only fools.

YOUNG PLUMBER

Damn your infernal soul!

BUTCHER

Hit him a crack!

OLD WOMAN

Stop all your noise.

BUTCHER

Here, let me go, you fool!

[_Suddenly aroused, some of the crowd surge forward
toward the platform. From the back of the room
someone hurls a chair, which strikes the great
chandelier: the lights instantly go out, leaving
the hall in total darkness. Confused cries,
footsteps, blows._

CRIES

What're you about?... Let go!... Where are the lights?...

[_Suddenly two wall-brackets are illuminated,
disclosing part of the crowd massed on the
platform. As they surge back, there remains on the
platform, fallen and motionless, the figure of
Faust. He raises his head slowly._

FAUST

Ah, Satan!... worthy serf to my command!...
Go! I release you. For I would not die
With such a slave-- Nay, though I die alone....

[_Suddenly the door bursts open, and in surge the
maskers, in greater numbers and even wilder tumult
than before. Dancing grotesquely, linked hand in
hand, they zigzag through the hall, overturning
chairs and singing at the top of their voices._

THE MASKERS

Oh, children, children, children dear,
We cannot wait for any