I will not give up my hopes of being one day pardoned.' 'You will not?
On what Chimaera rest then your hopes?
Short-sighted Mortal! Miserable Wretch! Are you not guilty?
Are you not infamous in the eyes of Men and Angels.

Can such enormous sins be forgiven?
Hope you to escape my power?
Your fate is already pronounced.

The Eternal has abandoned you; Mine you are marked in the book of destiny, and mine you must and shall be!' 'Fiend, 'tis false! Infinite is the Almighty's mercy, and the Penitent shall meet his forgiveness.

My crimes are monstrous, but I will not despair of pardon: Haply, when they have received due chastisement....' 'Chastisement?
Was Purgatory meant for guilt like yours?
Hope you that your offences shall be bought off by prayers of superstitious dotards and droning Monks?
Ambrosio, be wise! Mine you must be: You are doomed to flames, but may shun them for the present.

Sign this parchment: I will bear you from hence, and you may pass your remaining years in bliss and liberty.