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You're mad! She's mad, Wolfi.
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Oh yes, and who are you? He's worked for Kings. For the Emperor. Who are you?
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Excellency!
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Madame. How can I help you?
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Frau Mozart?
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That's right, Your Excellency. I've come on behalf of my hus band. I'm I'm bringing some samples of his work so he can be considered for the royal appointment.
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How charming. But why did he not come himself?
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He's terribly busy, sir.
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I understand.
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I will look at them, of course, the moment I can. It will be an honour. Please give him my warmest.
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Would it be too much trouble, sir, to ask you to look at them now? While I wait.
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I'm afraid I'm not at leisure this very moment. Just leave them with me. I assure you they will be quite safe.
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I I really cannot do that, Your Excellency. You see, he doesn't know I'm here.
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Really?
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My husband is a proud man, sir. He would be furious if he knew I'd come.
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Then he didn't send you?
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No, sir. This is my own idea.
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I see.
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Sir, we really need this job. We're desperate. My husband spends far more than he can ever earn. I don't mean he's lazy he's not at all he works all day long. It's just! he's not practical. Money simply slips through his fingers, it's really ridiculous, Your Excellency. I know you help musicians. You're famous for it. Give him just this one post. We'd be forever indebted!
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Thank you very much, Your Excellency.
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Don't keep calling me that. It puts me at such a distance. I was not born a Court Composer, you know. I'm from a small town, just like your husband.
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Are you sure you can't leave that music, and come back again? I have other things you might like.
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That's very tempting, but it's impossible, I'm afraid. Wolfi would be frantic if he found those were missing. You see, they're all originals.
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Originals?
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Yes.
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These are originals?
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Yes, sir. He doesn't make copies.
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It is miraculous.
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Oh yes. He's really proud of his work.
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Tomorrow night I dine with the Emperor. One word from me and the post is his.
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Oh, thank you, sir!
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Come back tonight.
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Tonight?
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Alone.
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What for?
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Some service deserves service in return. No?
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What do you mean?
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Isn't it obvious?
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It's a post all Vienna seeks. If you want it for your husband, come tonight.
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But! I'm a married woman!
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Then don't. It's up to you. Not to be vague, that is the price.
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I do apologize for this afternoon. I behaved like a silly girl. Where shall we go?
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What?
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Should we stay here? It's a charming room. I love these candlesticks. Were they here earlier? I didn't notice them I suppose I was too nervous.
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What are you doing here?
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Your husband is ill, ma'am. He took sick. I brought him home.
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Why you?
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I was at hand.
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Well, thank you very much. You can go now.
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He needs me, ma'am.
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No, he doesn't. And I don't want you here. Just go, please.
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He asked me to stay.
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And I'm asking you
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This is not his handwriting.
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No. I was assisting him. He asked me.
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He's not going to work on this anymore. It is making him ill. Please.
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I regret we have no servants to show you out, Herr Salieri. Respect my wish and go.
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Madame, I will respect his. He asked me to stay here.
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Stop it!
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I am! I am! I'm stopping it slowly. You see! Look, I've stopped. Now we are going back.
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No! No! No!
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Yes! Back! Back! Listen don't you know where you are?
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Where?
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We are in the Residence of the Fartsbishop of Salzburg.
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Fartsbishop!
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Your Grace, I've got something to tell you. I want to complain about this man.
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Go ahead, tell him. Tell them all. They won't understand you anyway.
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Why not?
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Because here everything goes backwards. People walk backwards, dance backwards, sing backwards, and talk backwards.
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That's stupid.
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Why? People fart backwards.
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Do you think that's funny?
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Yes, I think it's brilliant. You've been doing it for years.
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Oh, ha, ha, ha.
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SraI'msick! SraI'm sick!
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Yes, you are. You're very sick.
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No, no. Say it backwards, shitwit. SraI'msick Say it backwards!
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SraI'msick. Sick kiss I'm my Kiss my! SraI'msick Kiss my arse!
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Em iram! Em iram!
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No, I'm not playing this game.
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No, this is serious. Say it backwards.
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No!
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Just say it you'll see. It's very serious. Em iram! Em iram!
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Iram marry Em marry me! No, no! You're a fiend. I'm not going to marry a fiend. A dirty fiend at that.
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Uivolitub!
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Tub but itub but I vol love but I love ui You. I love you!
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TishI'm tee. What's that?
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What?
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TishI'mtee.
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Eat
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Yes.
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Eat my ah!
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Excuse me, Wolfi. Mama is not feeling very well. Can we leave now?
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Of course.
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I think you're mad! You're really mad!
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Oh, leave me alone.
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One royal pupil and the whole of Vienna will come flocking. We'd be set up for life!
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They'll come anyway. They love me here.
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No, they will not. I know how things work in this city.
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Oh yes? You always know everything.
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