Maid
He's an original. Look here. I believe he's composing--for he's
walking to the beat. Hold, hold, Madame, the spirit torments him--he's
possessed by the demon of music.
Countess
Shh! He doesn't see us. Let's give him the pleasure--
Tuneless (entering)
Nothing's going right, dammit. La, la, la, la. I can never find a
completely new idea. (slowly) La, la, la, la, la--no, that opening's
in Lully. La, la, la, la, la, la--Lully again. La, la, la, la--Lully
again. That Lully everywhere--everywhere I turn. I am very unfortunate
not to have been born before him. Everything I have in my head is
useless because they say I plagiarize him. La, la, la, la, la--good
there. La, la, la, la, la. Admirable. La, la. Marvelous. And the
second, lower--la, la, la, low tone, what invention. La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la--what reflections of genius. The notes are coming to
me--write them down quickly. (with one knee on the ground, he writes
on some paper on the other knee, until, perceiving the Countess, he
takes off his hat in this position and continues to write) (singing)
Pardon me, Madame, oh pardon, Madame, da, de, da, de da, Madame. I
note the last tone. (rising and bowing to the Countess) It's a duo for
an aria about widowhood, as you have commanded.
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