Dracula: We are a superstitious people, And the castle is so remote.
Johnatan: I daresay I'll find London a considerable change.
Dracula: Transilvania is not England. I know our ways are not your ways. Here, away from everyone I walk not in the sun - A creature of the shade.
Here the winds breath through the casements. And the battlements are broken. I am from another age - A now forgotten age - And age ruled by the blade.
I prefer to live a quite life - Without fuss, without complications. Ah, the pleasures of the quite life - Sweet reproach, hours of contemplations.
How few days make up a century In my dear new land of England. I shall not seek endless mirth - I'm not attuned to mirt - I am a solitary man
I'm devoted to the quiet life, And my heart through long years of mourning Longs for nothing more than quiet life Soon I shall satisfy my appetite: London by night.