1:23:03
You're the liar, charlatan.
1:23:05
Shut up, milady. Louka was senile.
1:23:08
Baron, tell the truth:
Was Louka lying?
1:23:12
He lied all day long.
1:23:14
Was he lying about the place
where drunkards can be cured?
1:23:19
He meant if you keep drinking,
you'll end up in the madhouse.
1:23:23
- The madhouse?
- The madhouse.
1:23:25
Don't listen. lf Louka said so,
it must be possible.
1:23:30
The madhouse?
1:23:35
You're a real baron.
Even in rags you're a menace.
1:23:41
Little louse.
1:23:43
Can't you play something
more cheerful?
1:24:27
Sit, Jessica.
Look how the floor of heaven
1:24:30
is thick inlaid
with patines of bright gold.
1:24:33
There's not the smallest orb
which thou behold'st
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but in his motion like an angel sings,
still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.
1:24:40
Such harmony is in immortal souls.
1:24:46
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
doth grossly close it in,
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we cannot hear it.
1:24:51
Harmony.
1:24:56
Come. lt won't take long.