SCHÖN. For Heaven's sake don't get excited! (Lulu falls on Goll's neck and kisses him.) SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. They can see your undershirt. You must pull it lower. DR. GOLL. LULU. I would soonest have left it off. It only bothers me. LULU. DR. GOLL. He should be able to paint it out. DR. GOLL. LULU. (Taking the shepherd's crook that leans against the Spanish screen, and mounting the platform, to Schön.) What would you say now, if you had to stand at attention for two hours? LULU. SCHÖN. I'd sell my soul to the devil for the chance to exchange with you. SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. (Sitting, left.) Come over here. Here is my post of observation. DR. GOLL. LULU. (Plucking her left trowser-leg up to the knee, to Schwarz.) So? LULU. SCHWARZ. Yes.... SCHWARZ. LULU. (Plucking it a thought higher.) So? LULU.
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