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DR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) You can safely smile at him with less bashfulness!
SCHoN. He makes nothing of it.
DR. GOLL. And if he did!--What are we two sitting here for?
ALVA SCHoN. (Entering, still behind the Spanish screen.) May one come in?
SCHoN. My son!
LULU. Oh! It's Mr. Alva!
DR. GOLL. Don't mind. Just come along in.
ALVA. (Stepping forward, shakes hands with Schon and Goll.) Glad to see you. (Turning toward Lulu.) Do I see a-right? Oh, if only I could engage you for my t.i.tle part!
LULU. I don't think I could dance nearly well enough for your show!
ALVA. But you do have a dancing-master such as cannot be found on any stage in Europe.
SCHoN. But what brings you here?
DR. GOLL. Maybe you're having somebody or other painted here, too, in secret!
ALVA. (To Schon.) I wanted to take you to the dress rehearsal.
DR. GOLL. (As Schon rises.) Do you have 'em dance to-day in full costume?
ALVA. Of course. Come along, too. In five minutes I must be on the stage. (To Lulu.) Unhappy!
DR. GOLL. I've forgotten--what's the name of your ballet?
ALVA. Dalailama.
DR. GOLL. I thought =he= was in a madhouse.
SCHoN. You're thinking of Nietzsche, Doctor.
DR. GOLL. You're right; I got 'em mixed up.
ALVA. I have helped Buddhism to its legs.
DR. GOLL. By his legs is the stage-poet known.
ALVA. Corticelli dances the youthful Buddha as tho she had seen the light of the world by the Ganges.
SCHoN. So long as her mother lived, she danced with her legs.
ALVA. Then when she got free she danced with her intelligence.
DR. GOLL. Now she dances with her heart.
ALVA. If you'd like to see her--?
DR. GOLL. Thank you.
ALVA. Come along with us!
DR. GOLL. Impossible.
SCHoN. Anyway, we have no time to lose.
ALVA. Come with us, doctor. In the third act you see Dalailama in his cloister, with his monks--
DR. GOLL. The only thing I care about is the young Buddha.
ALVA. Well, what's hindering you?
DR. GOLL. I can't. I can't do it.
ALVA. We're going to Peter's, after it. There you can express your admiration.
DR. GOLL. Don't press it on me, please.
ALVA. You'll see the tame monkey, the two Brahmans, the little girls....
DR. GOLL. For heaven's sake, just keep away from me with your little girls!
LULU. Reserve one of the proscenium boxes for us on Monday, Mr. Alva.
ALVA. How could you doubt that I would, dear lady!
DR. GOLL. When I come back the whole picture will be spoilt on me.
ALVA. Well, it could be painted over.
DR. GOLL. If I don't explain to this Caravacci every stroke of his brush--
SCHoN. Your fears are unfounded, I think....
DR. GOLL. Next time, gentlemen!
ALVA. The Brahmans are getting impatient. The daughters of Nirvana are s.h.i.+vering in their tights.
DR. GOLL. d.a.m.ned enchantment!
SCHoN. They'll quarrel with us, if we don't bring you with us.
DR. GOLL. In five minutes I'll be back. (Stands down right, behind Schwarz and compares the picture with Lulu.)
