Paracelsus Page #4

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Ban gambling and dance?

- That seems helpful.

Helpful? Next month's Peter and Paul,

the great mass.

No dancing and gaming,

it's like Ash Wednesday.

Who visits the city to shop?

Think about it.

There's no cure for the Black Death.

And guaiac? What about guaiac?

That modern wood from America?

Ulrich von Hutten calls it a miracle.

He's such an innovator

and troublemaker!

I'm offered two shiploads.

Should I buy it?

Galen and Avicenna don't mention guaiac!

Damn, I'll be jiggered!

Galen and Avicenna are dead

for 1000 years!

America was discovered 30 years ago!

How could they know about it?

The man who called you

incompetent was right.

What was his name again?

Paracelsus.

Well! I wish he was the city's medic!

Paracelsus? Try him.

Challenge him in a disputation.

I'm Hanswurst if he knows

one Latin sentence.

Excuse me,

I'm just a guest in your city...

but I'm in favor of the Magister's advice.

My advice? What's that?

To challenge

Paracelsus in a disputation.

That wasn't our bet, Erasmus!

Why are you acting up?

If Paracelsus is ignorant

you can gloat about it.

But if you're wrong,

the city will win a good medic...

and there are

never enough good medics.

And you'll be Hanswurst!

The spirit of insurgency is in the city!

I've changed my mind.

Are you afraid?

- No! Today I found out...

there's more than love and serenade.

Now I'm curious!

- I'm not!

Stick to the plan! Get up!

Check.

Check.

Check!

And Mate!

You play much better than me.

I suspect that you let me win.

No.

And if it would be so?

That would prove that

you don't respect me.

Oh, I respect you very much.

If I was a piece in your game...

No Renata, listen to me...

What is that?

Like Walther von der Vogelweid'

I made a little song for you

And sing it full of sadness

But also full of cheeriness

In the night of your dreams

Just like the nightingale

In the rose-bush, in the moonlight

I'm troubadour , I'm vassal of the court

Full of sadness, full of cheeriness

But I can't stand fish!

Shouldn't we go inside?

Strange is the fishermen's element

My element is fire

While my heart burns of longing

In sadness, in cheeriness

Am I forever - fire

I don't know...

I suppose this serenade

was meant for me.

We'll see him in a moment.

I greet you councilmen.

By your merciful word...

I finally report

what I've learned...

for the sake of

all the sick in the country.

I especially greet you,

students of medicine,

who came to hear the new teaching.

Don't despise me because I'm new,

nor because I'm German or alone.

And finally I greet my enemy,

who'll make way for me...

as the old makes way for the new...

and stupidity, cowardice and superstition

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