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and yet be utterly powerless to do anything about them.
COUNTESS MARBURG: Hm.
But my sleep produced only a monster.
[Cawing continues]
Yes, run!
Come. Come.
MERCY: Maybe your little angel's cold.
Mama's here.
COTTON: It's almost painful.
Well, she has done her duty.
COUNTESS MARBURG: So that you can be born again.
If we don't get the devil out of him, we're done.
I wanted to be sure first.
COTTON: [Grunts]
COUNTESS MARBURG: She's gone.
protected by sir Isaac the idiot.
She must not be allowed to see another sunrise.
Wrap her in this warm blanket.
and the river carried her away.
Now, for as strong as you are, you will soon replenish it.
SEBASTIAN: You have tried everything else.
But it is her love I must have.
Stop it.
And so, I've decided.
♪ pound me the witch drums ♪
But no.
My fate is to burn for my sins,
BOY: Come to me, girl.
COUNTESS MARBURG: Your wishful mind
[Laughs]
I chose to release you here for a reason.
Get behind me, child.
SEBASTIAN: No.
Oh.
[Blood trickling]
[Creaking]
I need your blood more than you do.
TITUBA: Thank you, my lord.
Very little has been asked of you thus far.