human
Friend, says the white horseman, softly to Gaston,
gpt
What is that to me? replies the hunter with a sneer.
human
Time enough yet to think of my soul. When I can search the woods no more, then I will wear a hair shirt, throw largesse to monk and beggar, and mutter psalms and what-not in church; but, until then, the gay life for me!
gpt
Gaston! the life of man is short and fragile; it is given him, not to waste in folly; but to purchase therewith the joys of heaven. I conjure you, for your soul's sake, implore the mercy of God.
human
He's dull company indeed! Off with you to your paradise!
gpt
Farewell, Gaston, murmurs the white rider.
human
Why would you not listen to one who would save you?