The Literary Trial of Doctor Faustus

After individual preparation, in British Literature class this morning we put Dr. Faustus, from Marlowe's play, on trial for his soul.
I had been quite excited for this particular assignment since I'd heard about it, as it looked like a) fun role-acting (hey, I like acting) and b) a good opportunity to share the Gospel. What concerned me primarily was how to present it in a way that wouldn't let us lose like the other classes, who must have used the Bible as well. I served as one of the seven witnesses for the defense.

We were, obviously, outnumbered by the prosecution, which numbered in the teens. Two people who had served as judges for previous semesters were pulled in, and our professor served as bailiff and videographer.
Basically, we juggled back and forth between "Faustus did such-and-such!" Us: "But he repented." Them: "He didn't get the chance to prove it, so he didn't." Us: "It's an act of the heart." We found ourselves almost getting into theology every once in a while.
The big issue that came up repeatedly was essentially the validity of Faustus' deathbed repentance, and the prosecution leaned on the text, while we leaned on the text and the Bible. (Let me take this as an opportunity to shamelessly advertise for biblegateway.com. 'Tis no end of useful.) There were minor issues, but we as the defense always went back to his repentance and the Gospel.
Two issues went to the prosecution and two went to us, leading to a tie score and Faustus in Purgatory by the time it was over. Class went late. I don't often lose track of time in a class, but I did today, and was disappointed that it had to end - I thought, and think still, that given more time we could have won.

Clarifying an issue of Scripture with a classmate for a few minutes after class, I found myself upon departure alone in discussion with my professor, who told me that over the course of 8-9 semesters, we were the first group to build our logic off of, or indeed to make use of, the Bible. I was shocked. How do you defend Faustus without the Gospel?
As it turns out, you don't. My professor said that she has never had a group actually save him, but that she thinks that because of what we did, given more time, she thinks we may have won - beaten the utterly stacked deck of Dr. Faustus' record.

This is, I think, an excellent metaphor for human need for the Gospel.

It turned out later that the 11 am section actually saved Faustus. I'm curious to find out how...if they did it without the Bible I'll eat my textbook.