Doctor Faustus: Horshoes Splackin' Swallows Haycart, Cart-Horse. Of the peasant blockin' his path. Doctor Faustus: Power showin', spits out Hay-cart, cart-horse, hay and box at the gates of ANHOLT. Dr. Faustus: At the court of the count, made fruits exotic pleasure-lichous, appear behind curtains in winter. Dr. Faustus: At the decadent court, made animals from sun-lands appear in the sparse gartens of Vinter in ze likkle willage. Doktor Faustus: Horse-shoes clackin', swallows cart-horse, hay-cart of the peasant blockin' his path.
Must leave his student friends.
FAUSTUS! Come get yer chips!
Pull me blood silhouette, treu the ceiling sky.