Devil. Your virtue must be very weak if it cannot resist temptation; for temptation and resistance should be the glory of a saint.
Hermit. You are right so far; but every one is not a saint.
Faustus. Are you happy, brother?
Hermit. Solitude makes me happy; a good conscience makes me blessed.
Devil. How do you obtain your food?
Hermit. The peasants bring me wherewithal to support my existence.
Faustus. And what do you give them in return?
Hermit. I pray for them.
Faustus. Are they bettered by your prayers?
Hermit. They think so, and I hope so.