ALVA. Come on.

ALVA.

DR. GOLL. Now, just hop it! Ten horses will not drag me to Peter's.

DR. GOLL.

[Page 23] SCHÖN. (Following Alva and Goll.) We'll take my carriage. It's waiting downstairs. (Exeunt.)

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SCHÖN.

SCHWARZ. (Leans over to the right, and spits.) Pack! If only that were life's end! The bread-basket!—paunch and mug! Now rears my artist's pride. (After a look at Lulu.) This company!— (Gets up, goes up left, observes Lulu from all sides, and sits again at his easel.) The choice would be a hard one to make. If I may request Mrs. Goll to raise the right hand a little higher.

SCHWARZ.

LULU. (Grasps the crook as high as she can reach; to herself.) Who would have thought that was possible!

LULU.

SCHWARZ. I am quite ridiculous, you think?

SCHWARZ.

LULU. He's coming right back.

LULU.

SCHWARZ. I can do nothing but paint.

SCHWARZ.

LULU. There he is!

LULU.

SCHWARZ. (Rising.) Well?

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