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Papa, is this your idea?
Mine?
Are you playing a trick on me?
I never saw this girl in my life. Is this a kind of joke?
Never mind. You won't have to do anything for me ever again. I'm leaving!
Papa!
Don't worry, I'm not staying here to be a burden.
No one calls you that.
She does. She says I sleep all day.
Father
Hush! I'm talking to His Majesty. Your Majesty, I wish to express only one thing that you who are the Father of us all, could teach our children the gratitude they owe to fathers. It is not for nothing that the Fifth Commandment tells us: 'Honour your Father and Mother, that your days may be long upon the earth.'
Ahha. Well then, we should make some effort to acquire him. We could use a good German composer in Vienna, surely?
I agree, Majesty, but I'm afraid it's not possible. The young man is still in the pay of the Archbishop.
Very small pay, I imagine. I'm sure he could be tempted with the right offer. Say, an opera in German for our National Theatre.
Ahha. What do you say, Chamberlain?
In my opinion, it is time we had a piece in our own language, sir. Plain German. For plain people.
Yes, sir.
Well. There it is.
Well, what do you have for me today?
Your Majesty, Herr Mozart
Yes, what about him?
He's here.
Ahha. Well. There it is. Good.
Your Majesty!
No, no, please! It is not a holy relic. You know we have met already? In this very room. Perhaps you won't remember it, you were only six years old. He was giving the most brilliant little concert here. As he got off the stool, he slipped and fell. My sister Antoinette helped him up herself, and do you know what he did? Jumped straight into her arms and said, Will you marry me, yes or no?
Oh, thank you.
The Director of our Opera. Count OrsiniRosenberg.
Oh sir, yes! The honour is mine. Absolutely.
And now he has returned the compliment. Herr Salieri composed that March of Welcome for you.
Really? Oh, grazie, Signore! Sono commosso! E un onore per mo eccezionale. Compositore brilliante e famossissimo!
Majesty!
Did we vote in the end for German or Italian?
Why so?
Because I've already found the most wonderful libretto!
Well, what is it about? Tell us the story.
It's actually quite amusing, Majesty. It's set the whole thing is set in a in a
Yes, where?
In a Pasha's Harem, Majesty. A Seraglio.
Ahha.
Keep it, Sire, if you want to. It is already here in my head.
What? On one hearing only?
I think so, Sire, yes.
It is new, it is, isn't it, Sire?
Yes, indeed.
And German?
Oh, yes. Absolutely. German. Unquestionably!
So then you like it? You really like it, Your Majesty?
Of course I do. It's very good. Of course now and then just now and then it gets a touch elaborate.
What do you mean, Sire?
Well, I mean occasionally it seems to have, how shall one say? How shall one say, Director?
I don't understand. There are just as many notes, Majesty, as are required. Neither more nor less.
My dear fellow, there are in fact only so many notes the ear can hear in the course of an evening. I think I'm right in saying that, aren't I, Court Composer?
My dear, young man, don't take it too hard. Your work is ingenious. It's quality work. And there are simply too many notes, that's all. Cut a few and it will be perfect.
Which few did you have in mind, Majesty?
Majesty, this is Madame Weber. She is my landlady.
Enchanted, Madame.
Really? How delightful. May I ask when you marry?
Well Well we haven't quite received my father's consent, Your Majesty. Not entirely. Not altogether.
Excuse me, but how old are you?
Twentysix.
Well, my advice is to marry this charming young lady and stay with us in Vienna.
Bravo, Mozart. Most charming. Yes, indeed. Clever man.
Thank you, Sire!
Majesty, may I ask you to do me the greatest favour?
What is it?
May I introduce my father? He is on a short visit here and returning very soon to Salzburg. He would so much like to kiss your hand. It would make his whole stay so memorable for him.
Ah! By all means.
Mozart, are you aware I have declared the French play of Figaro unsuitable for our theatre?
Yes, Sire.
Yet we hear you are making an opera from it. Is this true?
Who told you this, Majesty?
It is not your place to ask questions. Is it true?
Well, yes, I admit it is.
Would you tell me why?
Well, Majesty, it is only a comedy.
Mozart, I am a tolerant man. I do not censor things lightly. When I do, I have good reason. Figaro is a bad play. It stirs up hatred between the classes. In France it has caused nothing but bitterness. My own dear sister Antoinette writes me that she is beginning to be frightened of her own people. I do not wish to see the same fears starting here.
Sire, I swear to Your Majesty, there's nothing like that in the story. I have taken out everything that could give offense. I hate politics.
I think you are rather innocent, my friend. In these dangerous times I cannot afford to provoke our nobles or our people simply over a theatre piece.
But, Majesty, this is just a frolic. It's a piece about love.
Ah, love again.
But it's new, it's entirely new. It's so new, people will go mad for it. For example, I have a scene in the second act it starts as a duet, just a man and wife quarreling. Suddenly the wife's scheming little maid comes in unexpectedly a very funny situation. Duet turns into trio. Then the husband's equally screaming valet comes in. Trio turns into quartet. Then a stupid old gardener quartet becomes quintet, and so on. On and on, sextet, septet, octet! How long do you think I can sustain that?
I have no idea.
Guess! Guess, Majesty. Imagine the longest time such a thing could last, then double it.
Well, six or seven minutes! maybe eight!
Twenty, sire! How about twenty? Twenty minutes of continuous music. No recitatives.
Forgive me, Majesty. I'm a vulgar man. But I assure you, my music is not.
You are passionate, Mozart! But you do not persuade.
Sire, the whole opera is finished. Do you know how much work went into it?
I think it is an interesting notion to keep Mozart in Vienna, Majesty. It should really infuriate the Archbishop beyond measure if that is your Majesty's intention.
You are cattivo, Court Composer. I want to meet this young man. Chamberlain, arrange a pleasant welcome for him.
What a charming idea. May I see?
It's just a trifle, of course.
May I try it?
Majesty.
Delightful, Court Composer. Would you permit me to play it as he comes in?
You do me too much honour, Sire.
Let's have some fun. Bring in Herr Mozart, please. But slowly, slowly. I need a minute to practice.
Aflat, Majesty.
Ahha!
And here is our illustrious Court Composer, Herr Salieri.

Papa, is this your idea?

Mine?

Are you playing a trick on me?

I never saw this girl in my life. Is this a kind of joke?

Never mind. You won't have to do anything for me ever again. I'm leaving!

Papa!

Don't worry, I'm not staying here to be a burden.

No one calls you that.

She does. She says I sleep all day.

Father

Hush! I'm talking to His Majesty. Your Majesty, I wish to express only one thing that you who are the Father of us all, could teach our children the gratitude they owe to fathers. It is not for nothing that the Fifth Commandment tells us: 'Honour your Father and Mother, that your days may be long upon the earth.'

Ahha. Well then, we should make some effort to acquire him. We could use a good German composer in Vienna, surely?

I agree, Majesty, but I'm afraid it's not possible. The young man is still in the pay of the Archbishop.

Very small pay, I imagine. I'm sure he could be tempted with the right offer. Say, an opera in German for our National Theatre.

Ahha. What do you say, Chamberlain?

In my opinion, it is time we had a piece in our own language, sir. Plain German. For plain people.

Yes, sir.

Well. There it is.

Well, what do you have for me today?

Your Majesty, Herr Mozart

Yes, what about him?

He's here.

Ahha. Well. There it is. Good.

Your Majesty!

No, no, please! It is not a holy relic. You know we have met already? In this very room. Perhaps you won't remember it, you were only six years old. He was giving the most brilliant little concert here. As he got off the stool, he slipped and fell. My sister Antoinette helped him up herself, and do you know what he did? Jumped straight into her arms and said, Will you marry me, yes or no?

Oh, thank you.

The Director of our Opera. Count OrsiniRosenberg.

Oh sir, yes! The honour is mine. Absolutely.

And now he has returned the compliment. Herr Salieri composed that March of Welcome for you.

Really? Oh, grazie, Signore! Sono commosso! E un onore per mo eccezionale. Compositore brilliante e famossissimo!

Majesty!

Did we vote in the end for German or Italian?

Why so?

Because I've already found the most wonderful libretto!

Well, what is it about? Tell us the story.

It's actually quite amusing, Majesty. It's set the whole thing is set in a in a

Yes, where?

In a Pasha's Harem, Majesty. A Seraglio.

Ahha.

Keep it, Sire, if you want to. It is already here in my head.

What? On one hearing only?

I think so, Sire, yes.

It is new, it is, isn't it, Sire?

Yes, indeed.

And German?

Oh, yes. Absolutely. German. Unquestionably!

So then you like it? You really like it, Your Majesty?

Of course I do. It's very good. Of course now and then just now and then it gets a touch elaborate.

What do you mean, Sire?

Well, I mean occasionally it seems to have, how shall one say? How shall one say, Director?

I don't understand. There are just as many notes, Majesty, as are required. Neither more nor less.

My dear fellow, there are in fact only so many notes the ear can hear in the course of an evening. I think I'm right in saying that, aren't I, Court Composer?

My dear, young man, don't take it too hard. Your work is ingenious. It's quality work. And there are simply too many notes, that's all. Cut a few and it will be perfect.

Which few did you have in mind, Majesty?

Majesty, this is Madame Weber. She is my landlady.

Enchanted, Madame.

Really? How delightful. May I ask when you marry?

Well Well we haven't quite received my father's consent, Your Majesty. Not entirely. Not altogether.

Excuse me, but how old are you?

Twentysix.

Well, my advice is to marry this charming young lady and stay with us in Vienna.

Bravo, Mozart. Most charming. Yes, indeed. Clever man.

Thank you, Sire!

Majesty, may I ask you to do me the greatest favour?

What is it?

May I introduce my father? He is on a short visit here and returning very soon to Salzburg. He would so much like to kiss your hand. It would make his whole stay so memorable for him.

Ah! By all means.

Mozart, are you aware I have declared the French play of Figaro unsuitable for our theatre?

Yes, Sire.

Yet we hear you are making an opera from it. Is this true?

Who told you this, Majesty?

It is not your place to ask questions. Is it true?

Well, yes, I admit it is.

Would you tell me why?

Well, Majesty, it is only a comedy.

Mozart, I am a tolerant man. I do not censor things lightly. When I do, I have good reason. Figaro is a bad play. It stirs up hatred between the classes. In France it has caused nothing but bitterness. My own dear sister Antoinette writes me that she is beginning to be frightened of her own people. I do not wish to see the same fears starting here.

Sire, I swear to Your Majesty, there's nothing like that in the story. I have taken out everything that could give offense. I hate politics.

I think you are rather innocent, my friend. In these dangerous times I cannot afford to provoke our nobles or our people simply over a theatre piece.

But, Majesty, this is just a frolic. It's a piece about love.

Ah, love again.

But it's new, it's entirely new. It's so new, people will go mad for it. For example, I have a scene in the second act it starts as a duet, just a man and wife quarreling. Suddenly the wife's scheming little maid comes in unexpectedly a very funny situation. Duet turns into trio. Then the husband's equally screaming valet comes in. Trio turns into quartet. Then a stupid old gardener quartet becomes quintet, and so on. On and on, sextet, septet, octet! How long do you think I can sustain that?

I have no idea.

Guess! Guess, Majesty. Imagine the longest time such a thing could last, then double it.

Well, six or seven minutes! maybe eight!

Twenty, sire! How about twenty? Twenty minutes of continuous music. No recitatives.

Forgive me, Majesty. I'm a vulgar man. But I assure you, my music is not.

You are passionate, Mozart! But you do not persuade.

Sire, the whole opera is finished. Do you know how much work went into it?

I think it is an interesting notion to keep Mozart in Vienna, Majesty. It should really infuriate the Archbishop beyond measure if that is your Majesty's intention.

You are cattivo, Court Composer. I want to meet this young man. Chamberlain, arrange a pleasant welcome for him.

What a charming idea. May I see?

It's just a trifle, of course.

May I try it?

Majesty.

Delightful, Court Composer. Would you permit me to play it as he comes in?

You do me too much honour, Sire.

Let's have some fun. Bring in Herr Mozart, please. But slowly, slowly. I need a minute to practice.

Aflat, Majesty.

Ahha!

And here is our illustrious Court Composer, Herr Salieri.