Faust. | If heaven was made for man, 'twas made for me. |
Good Angel. | Faustus, repent; yet heaven will pity thee. |
Bad Angel. | Thou art a spirit, God cannot pity thee. |
Faust. | Be I a devil, yet God may pity me. |
Bad Angel. | Too late. |
Good Angel. | Never too late if Faustus will repent. |
Bad Angel. | If thou repent, devils will tear thee in pieces. |
Old Man. I see an angel hover o'er thy head,
And with a vial full of precious grace, Offers to pour the same into thy soul.