SCHWARZ. You are mine. But you are never more ensnaring than when you ought for God's sake to be, just once, real ugly for a couple of hours! Since I've had you, I have had nothing more. I'm entirely lost to myself.

SCHWARZ.

LULU. Not so excited! (Bell rings in the corridor.)

LULU.

SCHWARZ. (Pulling himself together.) Confound it!

SCHWARZ.

LULU. No one at home!

LULU.

SCHWARZ. Perhaps it's the art-dealer—

SCHWARZ.

LULU. And if it's the Chinese Emperor!

LULU.

SCHWARZ. One moment. (Exit.)

SCHWARZ.

LULU. (Visionary.) Thou? Thou? (Closes her eyes.)

LULU.

SCHWARZ. (Coming back.) A beggar, who says he was in the war. I have no small change on me. (Taking up his palette and brushes.) It's high time, too, that I should finally go to work. (Goes out, right.) (Lulu touches herself up before the glass, strokes back her hair, and goes out, returning leading in Schigolch.)

SCHWARZ.

SCHIGOLCH. I'd thought he was more of a swell—a little more glory to him. He's sort of embarrassed. He quaked a little in the knees when he saw me in front of him.

SCHIGOLCH.

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