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Todt zum Graffen: HErr Graff gebt mir das Bottenbrodt, Es zeucht euch hin der bitter Todt: Lasst euch nicht rewen Weib und Kind, Ihr müsst tantzen mit diesem G'sind. |
Death to The Count Mr. Count, give me the messenger's bread.(1) The bitter Death pulls you away. Don't mourn over wife and child., You must dance with these servants. |
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Der Graff: IN dieser Welt war ich bekannt, Darzu ein Edler Graff genannt: Nun bin ich von dem Todt gefellt, Und her an diesen Tantz gestellt. |
The Count. In this world I was [well] known, and also called a noble Count. Now I'm felled by Death, and placed here in this dance. |
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| Fragment of original |
At the museum in Basel there's still a fragment of this painting (picture to the right).

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