stew Shut up! I'm sick to death of that tune! Give him some hay, my darling And I'll give you my heart Leporello! Some hay! We hope You're contented With what We've presented And love our dove of peace What did you think? Wonderful! He liked the little people. It's all in good fun. I liked the horse. I tell you, if you played Don Giovanni here. . . . . .you would have had a wonderful success. You belong here! Not at the snobby court. You could do anything you like. The more fantastic, the better. That's what people want: fantasy! You write a proper part for me and a couple of catchy songs. . . . . .I guarantee you a triumph deluxe! -What do you say? -How much will you pay him? I see you brought your manager with you. Well, madame. . . . . .how about. . . . . .half the receipts? Half the receipts! I'm talking about now. How much will you pay him now? Down payment. Down payment? Who do you think I am, the emperor? I have to go. Stay, you'll enjoy this. You won't do this. -Why not? Half the house! -When? We need money now! Either he pays you now, or you don't do it. I don't trust that man. And I don't like what he did with your opera. It was common. You liked it. Monkey, punky, flunky! Half the house! You'll never see a penny. I want it here in my hand. I'll put it here in your hand. You won't put a thing in my hand until I see some money! Don't answer it. Why? Tell him I'm not here. Tell him I'm working on it. Come back later. Am I interrupting something? -No. -Good. Where's our friend? He's not here. But he said he's working on it. Is that it? Is he happy with it? What's this? Requiem Mass? You think I'm in the funeral business? Put it down! Put it down! Put it down, it's nothing for you! I'm sorry. What have you got for me? Finished? -What? -The vaudeville, what do you think? -Yes. -Can I see it? No. -Why not? -Because there's nothing to see. I asked you if we could start rehearsals next week and you said yes. -We can. -So let me see it. Where is it? Here. It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and nibbling, nibbling and scribbling. Want a drink? Do you know how many people I've hired for you? Leave him alone! I'm paying these people! He's doing his best. I'm paying them to wait for you. It's ridiculous! You know what's ridiculous? Your libretto's ridiculous! Only an idiot would ask Wolfie to work on that! 1 2-foot snakes, magic flutes? What's so intelligent about a Requiem? Money. You're mad. She's mad. Wolfie, write it down. Just write it down. On paper. It's no use to anybody in your head. To hell with your death Mass! Calm yourself. What's the matter with you? I'm not working there anymore. What has happened? You don't know what it's like. Herr Mozart frightens me. He drinks all day. . . . . .then takes all that medicine and it makes him worse. Is he working? I'm frightened, sir, really! When he speaks he makes no sense. Is he working? I suppose so. He sits there all the time, doing some silly opera. Please, don't ask me to go back again. I'm frightened. I'm very, very frightened! Are you sure it's an opera? I don't have it yet. Are you neglecting my request? I promise you. I'll give you the best piece I ever-- This is my wife. I've been sick but I'm all right now, aren't l? Yes, sir. He's all right. And he's working on it very hard. Two more weeks. Please. The sooner you finish, the greater your reward. Work! I think you really are going mad. You work like a slave for that idiot actor who won't give you a penny! And here. . . . This is not a ghost! This is a real man who puts down real money. Why on earth won't you finish it? Can you give me one reason I can understand? It's killing me. You're drunk, aren't you? Be honest, tell me. You've been drinking. It's not fair. I worry about you all the time. I do everything I can ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Доброе утро на английском - текст Неоконченная пьеса для механического пианино на английском - текст Восток - Запад на английском - текст Снежная королева на английском - текст Закон Мерфи на английском |