Baal! Let all that go! Come with me, bro...

Baal! Let all that go! Come with me, brother! To the roads with their hard-caked dust and the air turning purple toward evening. To the dives full of drunks. The women you have filled with your seed tumble into the black rivers. To the cathedrals with little white women. You’ll say: is one allowed to breathe here? To the cowsheds where you sleep among the animals. They are dark and full of mooing. And to the forests: an iron clangor above and you forget the light of the sky: God has forgotten you. Do you remember what the sky looks like? You’ve become an operatic tenor. Come with me, brother! Dancing and music and liquor! Rain soaking you to the skin! Sun burning your skin! Darkness and light! Women and dogs! Have you run to seed already?

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Bertolt Brecht, Baal, Grove Press, 1964, p. 33.