Bad An. Too late.
Good An. Never too late, if Faustus will repent.
Bad An. Faustus, behold, behold thy Deed; if thou repent
Devils will tear thee in Pieces.
Good An. Repent, and they shall never raze thy Skin.
[Scene shuts, Ang. ascends.
Scene changes to the Street. Enter Harlequin.
Harl. This must be Mr. Doctor's House; I'll make bold to knock: My Heart fails me already.
[Harlequin opens the Door, peeps about, and shuts it.
I begin to tremble at the Thoughts of seeing the Devil.
[Knocks again.