Paracelsus Page #3

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And now I have to call you "lady".

A lady shouldn't remain silent...

when a high Lord compliments her.

Thanks, Count von Hohenried.

I shouldn't talk business

in the presence of a lady.

Still, let's talk about it,

it's important.

Renata may know

that even the Kaiser owes me money.

And you're not here to pay it back,

Herr von Hohenried.

The realm has many enemies,

and war costs money.

Lady, would you give it

to the Kaiser if he asked you?

One has to do so, right?

Seems you get all

you want from Renata.

Careful, slob!

And the Kaiser

can get all of me.

But I don't understand

why he's not fulfilling my wishes!

I think the high interest is enough.

I want no interest,

I want the monopoly on mercury!

His majesty thinks that you'd

boost the price of mercury...

and the poor couldn't afford it anymore.

He suggests something else.

You heard of the wood "guaiac"?

From the new countries

beyond the sea.

Miraculously heals every sickness!

Even the plague and Morbus Gallicus.

The Kaiser wants to give you

a monopoly.

What was the name? Guaiac?

It healed Ulrich von Hutten.

Can the faculty

investigate it first?

Yes, but don't wait long!

No, tonight at the council.

He will sleep now.

When he's up, give him the rest.

And if he's hungry, prepare a stew...

of liver and leek.

I'll be back in the night.

Excuse me, Master...

What's Froben's sickness

and what's the cure?

Not just for simple curiosity...

- I know.

The sickness is Apoplexy

The cure is Sigelum Sulfuris.

Are you wiser now?

But my Magister said...

- Sulfur is a poison.

Tell him that Paracelsus is a poisoner.

I won't go back to him!

Let me be your student, Paracelcus.

What do you say, Jakob?

His face looks honest.

Please, take me!

I want to be a real medic like you.

You know what you're doing?

You'll get no rest by day or night.

You'll see an abyss

of wounds and decay,

of poverty and suffering.

You'll feel death's coldness...

and your friends' contempt.

Nobody will thank you if you follow me.

So consider it well.

Test the vanity of your heart:

If it wants to forsake glamour and fame.

Think about it well.

If you come to me then, you'll be welcome.

Damn, if you'd been there!

I demand a Rigorosum!

But Magister, it's unimportant.

Unimportant! Unbelievable!

Be reasonable!

Keep reason away from me!

I demand Paracelsus be deported!

Out of the question!

Please, be seated.

He brings insurgency

and immorality to the city!

And immorality causes the plague.

What do you suggest?

Prohibition of dice and dancing.

Damn! If that's your wisdom,

then bury yourself with your bodies!

Good evening.

Sorry, business with the Kaiser's envoy.

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