[_They rise and go._
GREGORIUS PEDRO: Poor Antoninus.
LUCULLUS SEVERUS (_glancing_): I think he will come back now.
[_Exeunt. The bare, sandaled foot of_ ANTONINUS _appears as the last
heel lifts in the other doorway._
[_Enter_ ANTONINUS _rather timidly. He goes to bench and sits. He sighs.
He shakes his head to loosen the halo, but in vain. He sighs. Then he
opens his book and reads in silence. Silence gives way to mumbles,
mumbles to words._[4]
ANTONINUS: ... and finally beat down Satan under our feet.
[_Enter_ SATAN. _He has the horns and long hair and beard of a he-goat.
His face and voice are such as could have been once in heaven._
ANTONINUS (_standing, lifting arm_): In the name of ...
SATAN: Banish me not.
ANTONINUS: In the name ...
SATAN: Say nothing you may regret, until I have spoken.
ANTONINUS: In the ...
SATAN: Hear me.
ANTONINUS: Well?
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.
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