Girl: [kneeling in front of Death] It is the end.
Antonius Block: From our darkness, we call out to Thee, Lord. Have mercy on us because we are small and frightened and ignorant.
Jöns: [bitterly] In the darkness where you are supposed to be, where all of us probably are... In the darkness you will find no one to listen to your cries or be touched by your sufferings. Wash your tears and mirror yourself in
your indifference.
Antonius Block: God, You who are somewhere, who must be somewhere, have mercy upon us.
Jöns: I could have given you an herb to purge you of your worries about eternity. Now it seems to be too late. But in any case, feel the immense triumph of this last minute when you can still roll your eyes and move your toes.
Karin, Block's Wife: Quiet, quiet.
Jöns: I shall be silent, but under protest.
Jöns: [the witch is about to be burned] Look at her eyes, my lord. Her poor brain has just made a discovery. Emptiness under the moon.
Antonius Block: No.
Jöns: We stand powerless, our arms hanging at our sides, because we see what she sees, and our terror and hers are the same. That poor little child. I can't stand it, I can't
stand it...
The Monk: [addressing the village crowd] God is punishing us. We shall perish from the Black Death. You there, gaping like cattle; and you, bloated with complacency; don't you know this could be your final hour? Death is at your back. I see his crown gleaming in the sun. His scythe flashes above your heads. Which of you will he strike first? You there, staring like a goat; will
nightfall see your last twisted grimace? You, woman, full of the lust of life... will you grow pale and wither before the dawn? You, with the swollen nose and stupid grin; will you soil the earth another year with your refuse? Don't you fools know you're going to die? You're all doomed. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? Doomed! Doomed! Doomed! Lord, have mercy on us sinners. Turn not away Thy face
in loathing and contempt for the sake of Thy son, Jesus Christ!
Karin, Block's Wife: [reading from the Book of Revelation] And when the Lamb had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour. And the seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there followed hail and fire mingled with blood, and they were cast upon the earth. And a third
part of the earth was burnt up... and a third part of the trees was burnt up... and all the green grass was burnt up. And the second angel sounded his trumpet... and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea. And a third part of the sea became blood. And the third angel sounded his trumpet... and there fell a great star from heaven... burning as if it were a torch. And
the name of the star is called Wormwood.
[Death suddenly appears before them]
Antonius Block: My whole life has been nothing but futile wandering, a great deal of words without meaning. I say that without bitterness or self-reproach, because I know it's the same for most men.
Mia: Keep your visions under control. Otherwise people will think you're a fool, which you're not. At least not yet, as far as I know. Though I can't even be sure of that.
Mia: Who did you see?
Jof: The Virgin Mary.
Mia: Did you really see her?
Jof: She was so close I could have touched her. She wore a golden crown and a blue robe with golden flowers. She was barefoot, and in her little brown hands she was holding the Child and teaching Him to walk. When she saw me, she smiled.
My eyes filled with tears, and when I wiped them away, she was gone. And there was a great stillness everywhere, in heaven and on earth. You understand?
Mia: The things you imagine.
Jof: You don't believe me, but it's true. It's not the reality you see, but another kind.
Jöns, squire: [singing] Between a strumpet's legs I lie, That's the place for such as I, The Lord is up above, you know, But Satan finds us here below.
Jof: Have we nothing to offer our guest?
Antonius Block: Nothing for me, thank you.
Mia: I picked some wild strawberries this afternoon. And there's milk fresh from the cow.
Jöns, squire: What's that supposed to be?
Albertus Pictor, Church Painter: The Dance of Death.
Jöns, squire: And that one is Death.
Albertus Pictor, Church Painter: Yes, he dances off with them.
Jöns, squire: Why do you paint such nonsense?
Albertus Pictor, Church
Painter: To remind people they're going to die.
Jöns, squire: That won't cheer them up any.
Jöns, squire: Whichever way we turn, our rump is behind us.
Albertus Pictor, Church Painter: Our rump's always behind us. How true.