Death: Don't you ever stop asking?Antonius Block: No. I never stop.Death: But you're not getting an answer.
Mia: One day is like another. There's nothing strange about that. Summer is better than Winter, of course, because you aren't cold. But, Spring is best of all.Jof: I wrote a song about Spring. Would you like to hear it?Mia: Not now, Jof. Our guests may not care for your songs.Jöns, squire: By all means. I write songs myself.Jof: You see?Jöns, squire: I know one about a wanton fish I'm sure you've never heard.
Our crusade was such madness that only a real idealist could have thought it up.
Jof: I see them, Mia! I see them! Over there against the dark, stormy sky. They are all there. The smith and Lisa and the knight and Raval and Jöns and Skat. And Death, the severe master, invites them to dance. He tells them to hold each other's hands and then they must tread the dance in a long row. And first goes the master with his scythe and hourglass, but Skat dangles at the end with his lyre. They dance away from the dawn and it's a solemn dance towards the dark lands, while the rain washes their faces and cleans the salt of the tears from their cheeks.Mia: You with your visions and dreams.
