Accursed All Base Pursuit Of Earthly Pleasure
RICHARD:
Faust by Charles Gounod... What's it about?
RAOUL:
It's the well-known classic tale, Father.
RAOUL:
Oh, I see. Well, Faust, an old philosopher, sells his soul in exchange for youth and the love of the beautiful Marguerite. It begins with the old man cursing everything he once believed, and deciding to poison himself - the mortal sin that invokes the Devil. You saw the Devil practicing his entrance earlier.
RICHARD:
That's what worries me...
RICHARD:
Managing the Opera House is one thing, but having to watch the wretched stuff...
RAOUL:
Quiet, it's beginning.
FAUST:
Accursed all base pursuit of earthly pleasure! Accursed be the shackles binding me so cruelly to life, Accursed ye trinkets that entice me... Yet if I grasp them, fail to suffice me... Vain dreams of love, glory and strife... Breeding naught but dark despair... Accursed be science, faith in God, faith in prayer! A curse on them all! Hear me, Satan! On you I call! Appear!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
I am he - aaagh!
RICHARD:
Good God, what a terrible accident!
RICHARD:
How is he?
RAOUL:
He's rather dead, Father.
RICHARD:
Faust by Charles Gounod... What's it about?
RAOUL:
It's the well-known classic tale, Father.
RAOUL:
Oh, I see. Well, Faust, an old philosopher, sells his soul in exchange for youth and the love of the beautiful Marguerite. It begins with the old man cursing everything he once believed, and deciding to poison himself - the mortal sin that invokes the Devil. You saw the Devil practicing his entrance earlier.
RICHARD:
That's what worries me...
RICHARD:
Managing the Opera House is one thing, but having to watch the wretched stuff...
RAOUL:
Quiet, it's beginning.
FAUST:
Accursed all base pursuit of earthly pleasure! Accursed be the shackles binding me so cruelly to life, Accursed ye trinkets that entice me... Yet if I grasp them, fail to suffice me... Vain dreams of love, glory and strife... Breeding naught but dark despair... Accursed be science, faith in God, faith in prayer! A curse on them all! Hear me, Satan! On you I call! Appear!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
I am he - aaagh!
RICHARD:
Good God, what a terrible accident!
RICHARD:
How is he?
RAOUL:
He's rather dead, Father.