Ignatius: What do I hear, that there were murmurs horrisonum at the same time
you are the harmony in my ears, the death chamber? MARCELLUS: What do I see? Earth trembles. This stone he pants after. Here is this heap, the game throws up a shadow. Ignatius and Marcella: Oh, a wonder, and let us flee, let us flee! Umbria: Friends, a caravan, do not be afraid. to them to stop and listen to the words of my mouth. This is the border of the way and of your life and my life. I am the one who has been born long ago and was known world wide UNGIFTED this naked Oh no grave dust, fine food and worms. It is enough, I lived. But if it is looked at a little eternity. Umbria, Ignatius and Marcella: Oh, how long eternity; O life than you're short. GHOST: I was a musician, among the good from the good, and he was called by the ignorant among the ignorant. And when for many of them would be greater than the number of than the one who stood up to praise me, who have despised the edict, the music was a great burden, but a trifling honor to me; and, as I had nothing, by being born into this world, so I took it, dying, there is nothing. Ignatius and Marcella: Tell us, dear to the shadow, of the heavenly from the earthly multumne differs music. THE GHOST : Ah, comrades, who is with me in the countries where the name of the Beloved Capron, Chapronus is called in heaven. Shades: O Lord, my God, Whom I love, whom I possess: heal, purify, sanctify the ears of these men as to be able to listen to the concert of the angels of the sacred. God heard my supplication. Hold your peace, , comrades. Silence. Hold your peace. TROIS anger: They promise that the unity, with equal reverence, venerate the Trinity, the three persons of those who assert what is personal, different from one another differ from each other. Born of the Father is not equal to, nor is anything that takes away the personal distinction between them both were opened; and the Son of the Spirit from both the Father and the equal of the connection proceeds. The Father, the Word, the priest of the holy, God is one, but the latter, however, has certain properties. One virtue, one deity, one of the brightness, one light, one of the tribes of the glory. Umbria, Ignatius and Marcella: Oh, the sweet melody, O sweet, O anticapronica music. Ignatius and Marcella: I am weary of me, of my vitaea . Ah, when thou, my soul, you will fly to the heavenly homeland, may be filled with nectar; Mellitus Goes to the tunes of this ce? GHOST: Oh, friends, live happily, but they do not unmindful of death must be. For who is there of you, this day, knows ancras an hour, or perhaps it is that the very same die. Shades: Repent, for the music to run Caproni. This punishment and cleanser you choose, and the joys of eternal life after death taste. GHOST, Ignatius and Marcella: Blessed is he who erased the faults of their monotonous and discordant music Caproni ear fatigue, diligent, capronabit; since, after the death of his hearing thou shalt give joy and gladness for ever. Blessed is he who, for the utter destruction of all the crimes laid to his ass's capronini tritus patiently listen to ... Umbria: Because after the death of the taste of the joys of eternal life ... Umbria, Ignatius and Marcella: And the nectar of the angels of the concert in the source of pleasure to drink.
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Ignatius: What do I hear, that there were murmurs horrisonum at the same time
you are the harmony in my ears, the death chamber? MARCELLUS: What do I see? Earth trembles. This stone he pants after. Here is this heap, the game throws up a shadow. Ignatius and Marcella: Oh, a wonder, and let us flee, let us flee! Umbria: Friends, a caravan, do not be afraid. to them to stop and listen to the words of my mouth. This is the border of the way and of your life and my life. I am the one who has been born long ago and was known world wide UNGIFTED this naked Oh no grave dust, fine food and worms. It is enough, I lived. But if it is looked at a little eternity. Umbria, Ignatius and Marcella: Oh, how long eternity; O life than you're short. GHOST: I was a musician, among the good from the good, and he was called by the ignorant among the ignorant. And when for many of them would be greater than the number of than the one who stood up to praise me, who have despised the edict, the music was a great burden, but a trifling honor to me; and, as I had nothing, by being born into this world, so I took it, dying, there is nothing. Ignatius and Marcella: Tell us, dear to the shadow, of the heavenly from the earthly multumne differs music. THE GHOST : Ah, comrades, who is with me in the countries where the name of the Beloved Capron, Chapronus is called in heaven. Shades: O Lord, my God, Whom I love, whom I possess: heal, purify, sanctify the ears of these men as to be able to listen to the concert of the angels of the sacred. God heard my supplication. Hold your peace, , comrades. Silence. Hold your peace. TROIS anger: They promise that the unity, with equal reverence, venerate the Trinity, the three persons of those who assert what is personal, different from one another differ from each other. Born of the Father is not equal to, nor is anything that takes away the personal distinction between them both were opened; and the Son of the Spirit from both the Father and the equal of the connection proceeds. The Father, the Word, the priest of the holy, God is one, but the latter, however, has certain properties. One virtue, one deity, one of the brightness, one light, one of the tribes of the glory. Umbria, Ignatius and Marcella: Oh, the sweet melody, O sweet, O anticapronica music. Ignatius and Marcella: I am weary of me, of my vitaea . Ah, when thou, my soul, you will fly to the heavenly homeland, may be filled with nectar; Mellitus Goes to the tunes of this ce? GHOST: Oh, friends, live happily, but they do not unmindful of death must be. For who is there of you, this day, knows ancras an hour, or perhaps it is that the very same die. Shades: Repent, for the music to run Caproni. This punishment and cleanser you choose, and the joys of eternal life after death taste. GHOST, Ignatius and Marcella: Blessed is he who erased the faults of their monotonous and discordant music Caproni ear fatigue, diligent, capronabit; since, after the death of his hearing thou shalt give joy and gladness for ever. Blessed is he who, for the utter destruction of all the crimes laid to his ass's capronini tritus patiently listen to ... Umbria: Because after the death of the taste of the joys of eternal life ... Umbria, Ignatius and Marcella: And the nectar of the angels of the concert in the source of pleasure to drink.
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