A roomy studio. Entrance door
at the rear, left. Another door at lower left
to the bed-room. At centre, a platform for the
model, with a Spanish screen behind it and a Smyrna
rug in front. Two easels at lower right.
On the upper one is the picture of a young girl’s
head and shoulders. Against the other leans a
reversed canvas. Below these, toward centre,
an ottoman, with a tiger-skin on it. Two chairs
along the left wall. In the back-ground, right,
Schoen sits on the foot of the
ottoman, inspecting critically the picture on the
further easel. Schwarz stands behind the ottoman,
his palette and brushes in his hands.
Schoen. Do you know, I’m
getting acquainted with a brand new side of the lady.
Schwarz. I have never painted
anyone whose expression changed so continuously.
I could hardly keep a single feature the same two days
Schoen. (Pointing to the picture
and observing him.) Do you find that in it?
Schwarz. I have done everything
imaginable to call forth some sort of quiet in her
mood by my conversation during the sittings.
Schoen. Then I understand
the difference. (Schwarz dips his brush in the oil
and draws it over the features of the face.) Do you
think that makes it look more like her?
Schwarz. We can only work
with art as scientifically as possible.
Schoen. Tell me
Schwarz. (Stepping back.) The color had sunk
in pretty well, too.
Schoen. (Looking at him.) Have you ever loved
a woman in your life?
Schwarz. (Goes to the easel,
puts a color on it, and steps back on the other side.)
The dress isn’t made to stand out enough yet.
We don’t see the living body under it.
Schoen. I make no doubt that the workmanship
Schwarz. If you’ll step this way....
Schoen. (Rising.) You must have told her regular
Schwarz. As far back as you can.
Schoen. (Stepping back, knocks
down the canvas that was leaning against the lower
easel.) Excuse me
Schwarz. (Picking it up.) That’s all right.
Schoen. (Surprised.) What is that?
Schwarz. Do you know her?
Schoen. No. (Schwarz sets
the picture on the easel. It is of a lady dressed
as Pierrot with a long shepherd’s crook in her
Schwarz. A costume-picture.
Schoen. But, really, you’ve succeeded
Schwarz. You know her?
Schoen. No. And in that costume ?
Schwarz. It isn’t
nearly finished yet. (Schoen nods.) What would you
have? While she is posing for me I have the pleasure
of entertaining her husband.
Schwarz. We talk about art, of course, to
complete my good fortune!
Schoen. But how did you make such a charming
Schwarz. As they’re
generally made. An ancient, tottering little man
drops in on me here to know if I can paint his wife.
Why, of course, were she as wrinkled as Mother Earth!
Next day at ten prompt the doors fly open, and the
fat-belly drives this little beauty in before him.
I can feel even now how my knees shook. Then
comes a sap-green lackey, stiff as a ramrod, with
a package under his arm. Where is the dressing-room?
Imagine my plight. I open the door there (pointing
left). Just luck that everything was in order.
The sweet thing vanishes into it, and the old fellow
posts himself outside as a bastion. Two minutes
later out she steps in this Pierrot. (Shaking his head.)
I never saw anything like it. (He goes left and stares
in at the bedroom.)
Schoen. (Who has followed him
with his eyes.) And the fat-belly stands guard?
Schwarz. (Turning round.) The
whole body in harmony with that impossible costume
as if it had come into the world in it! Her way
of burying her elbows in her pockets, of lifting her
little feet from the rug, the blood often
shoots to my head....
Schoen. One can see that in the picture.
Schwarz. (Shaking his head.) People like us,
Schoen. Here the model is mistress of the
Schwarz. She has never yet opened her mouth.
Schoen. Is it possible?
Schwarz. Allow me to show the costume to
you. (Goes out left.)
Schoen. (Before the Pierrot.)
A devilish beauty. (Before the other picture.) There’s
more depth here. (Coming down stage.) He is still
rather young for his age. (Schwarz comes back with
a white satin costume.)
Schwarz. What sort of material is that?
Schoen. (Feeling it.) Satin.
Schwarz. And all in one piece.
Schoen. How does one get into it then?
Schwarz. That I can’t tell you.
Schoen. (Taking the costume by the legs.) What
Schwarz. The left one she pulls up.
Schoen. (Looking at the picture.) Above the knee!
Schwarz. She does that entrancingly!
Schoen. And transparent stockings?
Schwarz. Those have got to be painted, specially.
Schoen. Oh, you can do that.
Schwarz. And with it all a coquetry!
Schoen. What brought you to that horrible
Schwarz. There are things
that our school-philosophy lets itself never dream
of. (He takes the costume back into his bedroom.)
Schoen. (Alone.) When we sleep....
Schwarz. (Comes back; looks at
his watch.) If you wish to make her acquaintance too
Schwarz. They must be here in a moment.
Schoen. How much longer will the lady have
Schwarz. I shall probably
have to bear the pains of Tantalus three months longer.
Schoen. I mean the other one.
Schwarz. I beg your pardon.
Three times more at most. (Going to the door with
him.) If the lady will just leave me the upper part
of the dress then....
Schoen. With pleasure. Let us see you
at my house again soon. For
Heaven’s sake! (As he collides in the door-way
with Dr. Goll and Lulu.)
Schwarz. May I introduce ...
Dr. Goll. (To Schoen.) What are you doing
Lulu. (As Schoen kisses her hand in greeting.)
You’re not going already?
Dr. Goll. But what wind blows you here?
Schoen. I’ve been looking at the picture
of my bride.
Lulu. (Coming forward.) Your bride is here?
Dr. Goll. So you’re having work
done here, too?
Lulu. (Before the upper picture.) Look at it!
Dr. Goll. (Looking round
him.) Have you got her hidden somewhere round here?
Lulu. So that is the sweet
young prodigy who’s made a new person out of
Schoen. She sits in the afternoon mostly.
Dr. Goll. And you don’t tell
anyone about it?
Lulu. (Turning round.) Is she really so solemn?
Schoen. Probably the after-effects of the
seminary still, dear lady.
Dr. Goll. (Before the picture.)
One can see that you have been transformed profoundly.
Lulu. But now you mustn’t let her
wait any longer.
Schoen. In a fortnight I think the engagement
will come out.
Dr. Goll. (To Lulu.) Let’s lose no
Lulu. (To Schoen.) Just think,
we came at a trot over the new bridge. I was
Dr. Goll. (As Schoen prepares
to leave.) No, no. We two will talk some more
later. Get along, Nellie. Hop!
Lulu. Now you’re going to talk about
Dr. Goll. Our Apelles is already wiping
Lulu. I had imagined it would be much more
Schoen. But you have always
the satisfaction of preparing for us the greatest
and rarest pleasure.
Lulu. (Going left.) Oh, just wait!
Schwarz. (Before the bedroom door.) If madame
will be so kind....
(Shuts the door after her and stands in front of it.)
Dr. Goll. I christened her Nellie,
you know, in our marriage-contract.
Schoen. Did you? Yes.
Dr. Goll. What do you think of it?
Schoen. Why not call her rather Mignon?
Dr. Goll. That would have been good,
too. I didn’t think of that.
Schoen. Do you consider the name so important?
Dr. Goll. Hm.... You know,
I have no children.
Schoen. But you’ve only been married
a couple of months.
Dr. Goll. Thanks, I don’t want
Schoen. (Having taken out his cigarette-case.)
Have a cigarette?
Dr. Goll. (Helps himself.) I’ve plenty
to do with this one. (To
Schwarz.) Say, what’s your little danseuse
Schoen. (Turning round on Schwarz.) You and a
Schwarz. The lady was sitting
for me at that time only as a favor. I made her
acquaintance on a flying trip of the Cecilia Society.
Dr. Goll. (To Schoen.) Hm....
I think we’re getting a change of weather.
Schoen. The toilet isn’t going so
quickly, is it?
Dr. Goll. It’s
going like lightning! Woman has got to be a virtuoso
in her job. So must we all, each in his job,
if life isn’t to turn to beggary. (Calls.) Hop,
Lulu. (Inside.) Just a second!
Dr. Goll. (To Schoen.) I can’t get
onto these blockheads. (Referring to
Schoen. I can’t help
envying them. These blockheads know nothing holier
than an altar-cloth, and feel richer than you and me
with 30,000-mark incomes. Besides, you can’t
be judge of a man who from childhood has lived from
palette to mouth. Try to get at his finances:
it’s an arithmetic example! I haven’t
the moral courage, and one can easily burn one’s
fingers at it, too.
Lulu. (As Pierrot, steps out of the bed-room.)
Here I am!
Schoen. (Turns; after a pause.) Superb!
Lulu. (Nearer.) Well?
Schoen. You put shame on the boldest fancy.
Lulu. How do you like me?
Schoen. A picture before which art must
Dr. Goll. Don’t you think so,
Schoen. (To Lulu.) Have you any notion what you
Lulu. I’m perfectly possessed of myself!
Schoen. Then you might be a little more
Lulu. But I’m only doing what’s
Schoen. You are powdered?
Lulu. What do you take me for!
Dr. Goll. I’ve
never seen such a white skin as she’s got.
I’ve told our Raphael here, too, to do just
as little with the flesh tints as possible. For
once, I can’t get enthusiastic about the modern
Schwarz. (By the easels, preparing
his paints.) At any rate, it’s thanks to impressionism
that present-day art can stand up beside the old masters
Dr. Goll. Oh, it can do quite well
for a bit of butcher’s work.
Schoen. For Heaven’s
sake don’t get excited! (Lulu falls on Goll’s
neck and kisses him.)
Dr. Goll. They can see your undershirt.
You must pull it lower.
Lulu. I would soonest have left it off.
It only bothers me.
Dr. Goll. He should be able to paint
Lulu. (Taking the shepherd’s
crook that leans against the Spanish screen, and mounting
the platform, to Schoen.) What would you say now,
if you had to stand at attention for two hours?
Schoen. I’d sell my
soul to the devil for the chance to exchange with
Dr. Goll. (Sitting, left.)
Come over here. Here is my post of observation.
Lulu. (Plucking her left trowser-leg
up to the knee, to Schwarz.) So?
Lulu. (Plucking it a thought higher.) So?
Schwarz. Yes, yes....
Dr. Goll. (To Schoen who
has seated himself on the chair next him, with a gesture.)
From this place I find her still more attractive.
Lulu. (Without stirring.) I beg
pardon! I am equally attractive on all sides.
Schwarz. (To Lulu.) The right
knee further forward, please.
Schoen. (With a gesture.) The
body does show finer lines perhaps.
Schwarz. The light to-day
can be borne at least half way.
Dr. Goll. Oh, you must
throw on lots of it! Hold your brush a bit longer.
Schwarz. Certainly, Dr. Goll.
Dr. Goll. Treat her as a piece of still-life.
Schwarz. Certainly, Doctor.
(To Lulu.) You used to hold your head a wee mite higher,
Lulu. (Raising her head.) Paint my lips a little
Schoen. Paint snow on ice.
If you get warm doing that, then instantly your art
Schwarz. Certainly, Doctor.
Dr. Goll. Art, you
know, must so reproduce nature that one can find at
least some =spiritual= enjoyment in it!
Lulu. (Opening her mouth a little,
to Schwarz.) So look. I’ll hold
it half opened, so.
Schwarz. As soon as the
sun comes, the wall opposite throws warm reflections
Dr. Goll. (To Lulu.) You
must keep your position just as if our Velasquez here
didn’t exist at all.
Lulu. Well, a painter =isn’t= a man
at all, anyway.
Schoen. I don’t think
you ought to judge the whole profession by just one
Schwarz. (Stepping back from
the easel.) I should have liked to have had to hire
a different studio last fall.
Schoen. (To Goll.) What I wanted
to ask you have you seen the little Murphy
girl yet as a Peruvian pearl-fisher?
Dr. Goll. I see her
to-morrow for the fourth time. Prince Polossov
took me. His hair has already got dark yellow
again with delight.
Schoen. So you find her quite fabulous too.
Dr. Goll. Who ever wants to judge of
Lulu. I think someone knocked.
Schwarz. Pardon me a moment. (Goes and opens
Dr. Goll. (To Lulu.) You can safely smile
at him with less bashfulness!
Schoen. He makes nothing of it.
Dr. Goll. And if he did! What
are we two sitting here for?
Alva Schoen. (Entering,
still behind the Spanish screen.) May one come in?
Schoen. My son!
Lulu. Oh! It’s Mr. Alva!
Dr. Goll. Don’t mind. Just
come along in.
Alva. (Stepping forward, shakes
hands with Schoen and Goll.) Glad to see you. (Turning
toward Lulu.) Do I see a-right? Oh, if only I
could engage you for my title 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
Schoen. But what brings you here?
Dr. Goll. Maybe you’re
having somebody or other painted here, too, in secret!
Alva. (To Schoen.) I wanted to take you to the
Dr. Goll. (As Schoen 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
Dr. Goll. I thought =he= was in a madhouse.
Schoen. You’re thinking of Nietzsche,
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
Alva. Corticelli dances
the youthful Buddha as tho she had seen the light
of the world by the Ganges.
Schoen. 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.
Schoen. 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
Alva. We’re going
to Peter’s, after it. There you can express
Dr. Goll. Don’t press it on me,
Alva. You’ll see the
tame monkey, the two Brahmáns, 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,
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
Schoen. Your fears are unfounded, I think....
Dr. Goll. Next time, gentlemen!
Alva. The Brahmáns
are getting impatient. The daughters of Nirvana
are shivering in their tights.
Dr. Goll. Damned enchantment!
Schoen. 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.)
Alva. (To Lulu.) Duty calls me, gracious lady!
Dr. Goll. (To Schwarz.)
You must model it a bit more here. The hair is
bad. You aren’t paying enough attention
to your business!
Alva. Come on.
Dr. Goll. Now, just hop it! Ten
horses will not drag me to Peter’s.
Schoen. (Following Alva and Goll.)
We’ll take my carriage. It’s waiting
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.
Lulu. (Grasps the crook as high
as she can reach; to herself.) Who would have thought
that was possible!
Schwarz. I am quite ridiculous, you think?
Lulu. He’s coming right back.
Schwarz. I can do nothing but paint.
Lulu. There he is!
Schwarz. (Rising.) Well?
Lulu. Don’t you hear?
Schwarz. Someone is coming....
Lulu. I knew it.
Schwarz. It’s the janitor. He’s
sweeping the stairs.
Lulu. Thank heaven!
Schwarz. Do you perhaps accompany the doctor
to his patients?
Lulu. Everything =but= that.
Schwarz. Because, you are not accustomed
to being alone.
Lulu. We have a housekeeper at home.
Schwarz. She keeps you company?
Lulu. She has a lot of taste.
Schwarz. What for?
Lulu. She dresses me.
Schwarz. Do you go much to balls?
Schwarz. Then what do you need the dresses
Lulu. For dancing.
Schwarz. You really dance?
Lulu. Czardas ... Samaqueca ...
Schwarz. Doesn’t that disgust
Lulu. You find me ugly?
Schwarz. You don’t understand me.
But who gives you lessons then?
Lulu. He plays the violin
Schwarz. Every day one learns something
new of the world!
Lulu. I learned in Paris.
I took lessons from Eugenie Fougere. She let
me copy her costumes, too.
Schwarz. What are =they= like?
Lulu. A little green lace
skirt to the knee, all in ruffles, low-necked, of
course, very low-necked and awfully tight-laced.
Bright green petticoat, then brighter and brighter.
Snow-white underclothes with a hand’s-breadth
Schwarz. I can no longer
Lulu. Then paint!
Schwarz. (Scraping the canvas.) Aren’t
you cold at all?
Lulu. God forbid! No. What made
you ask? Are you so cold?
Schwarz. Not to-day. No.
Lulu. Praise God, one can breathe!
Schwarz. How so?... (Lulu
takes a deep breath.) Don’t do that, please!
(Springs up, throws away his palette and brushes, walks
up and down.) The boot-black only attends to her feet!
His color doesn’t eat into his money, either.
If I go without supper to-morrow, no little society
lady will ask me if I know anything about oyster-patties!
Lulu. Is he going out of his head?
Schwarz. (Takes up his work again.)
What ever drove the fellow to this test!
Lulu. I’d like it better, too, if
he had stayed here.
Schwarz. We are truly the martyrs of our
Lulu. I didn’t wish to cause you pain.
Schwarz. (Hesitating, to Lulu.)
If you the left trowser-leg a
Schwarz. (Steps to the platform.) Permit me....
Lulu. What do you want?
Schwarz. I’ll show you.
Lulu. You mustn’t.
Schwarz. You are nervous ... (Tries to seize
Lulu. (Throws the crook in his
face.) Let me alone! (Hurries to the entrance door.)
You don’t get me for a long time yet.
Schwarz. You can’t understand a joke.
Lulu. Oh, yes I can.
I understand everything. Just you leave me be.
You’ll get nothing at all from me by force.
Go to your work. You have no right to molest
me. (Flees behind the ottoman.) Sit down behind your
Schwarz. (Trying to get around
the ottoman.) As soon as I’ve punished you you
Lulu. But you must have
me, first! Go away. You can’t catch
me. In long clothes I’d have fallen into
your clutches long ago but in the Pierrot!
Schwarz. (Throwing himself across
the ottoman.) I’ve got you!
Lulu. (Hurls the tiger-skin over
his head.) Good-night! (Jumps over the platform and
climbs up the step-ladder.) I can see away over all
the cities of the earth.
Schwarz. (Unrolling himself from
the rug.) This old skin!!
Lulu. I reach up into heaven,
and stick the stars in my hair.
Schwarz. (Clambering after her.)
I’ll shake it till you fall off!
Lulu. If you don’t
stop, I’ll throw the ladder down. (Climbing higher.)
Will you let go of my legs? God save the Poles!
(Makes the ladder fall over, jumps onto the platform,
and as Schwarz picks himself up from the floor, throws
the Spanish screen down on his head. Hastening
down-stage, by the easels.) I told you that you weren’t
going to get me.
Schwarz. (Coming forward.) Let
us make peace. (Tries to embrace her.)
Lulu. Keep away from me,
or (She throws the easel with the finished
picture at him, so that both fall crashing to the floor.)
Schwarz. (Screams.) Merciful Heaven!
Lulu. (Upstage, right.) You knocked the hole
in it yourself!
Schwarz. I am ruined!
Ten weeks’ work, my journey, my exhibition!
Now there is nothing more to lose! (Plunges after
Lulu. (Springs over the ottoman,
over the fallen step-ladder, and over the platform,
down-stage.) A grave! Don’t fall into it!
(She stamps thru the picture on the floor.) She made
a new man out of him! (Falls forward.)
Schwarz. (Stumbling over the
Spanish screen.) I am merciless now!
Lulu. (Up-stage.) Leave me in
peace now. I’m getting dizzy. O Gott!
O Gott!... (Comes forward and sinks down on the ottoman.
Schwarz locks the door; then seats himself next her,
grasps her hand, and covers it with kisses then
pauses, struggling with himself. Lulu opens her
Lulu. He may come back.
Schwarz. How d’ you feel?
Lulu. As if I had fallen into the water....
Schwarz. I love you.
Lulu. One time, I loved a student.
Lulu. With four-and-twenty scars
Schwarz. I love you, Nellie.
Lulu. My name isn’t Nellie. (Schwarz
kisses her.) It’s Lulu.
Schwarz. I would call you Eve.
Lulu. Do you know what time it is?
Schwarz. (Looking at his watch.)
Half past ten. (Lulu takes the watch and opens the
case.) You don’t love me.
Lulu. Yes I do.... It’s five
minutes after half past ten.
Schwarz. Give me a kiss, Eve!
Lulu. (Takes him by the chin
and kisses him. Throws the watch in the air and
catches it.) You smell of tobacco.
Schwarz. Why so distant?
Lulu. It would be uncomfortable to
Schwarz. You’re just making believe!
Lulu. You’re making believe yourself,
it seems to me. I make believe?
What makes you think that? =I never needed to do that.=
Schwarz. (Rises, disconcerted, passing his hand
forehead.) God in Heaven! The world is strange
to me !
Lulu. (Screams.) Only don’t kill me!
Schwarz. (Instantly whirling round.) =Thou hast
never yet loved!=
Lulu. (Half raising herself.) =You have never
yet loved ...!=
Dr. Goll. (Outside.) Open the door!
Lulu. (Already sprung to her feet.) Hide me!
O God, hide me!
Dr. Goll. (Pounding on the door.) Open the
Lulu. (Holding back Schwarz as
he goes toward the door.) He will strike me dead!
Dr. Goll. (Hammering.) Open the door!
Lulu. (Sunk down before Schwarz,
gripping his knees.) He’ll beat me to death!
He’ll beat me to death!
Schwarz. Stand up.... (The
door falls crashing into the studio. Dr. Goll
with blood-shot eyes rushes upon Schwarz and Lulu,
brandishing his stick.)
Dr. Goll. You dogs!
You ...! (Pants, struggles for breath a few seconds,
and falls headlong to the ground. Schwarz’s
knees tremble. Lulu has fled to the door.
Schwarz. Mister Doctor Doc Doctor
Lulu. (In the door.) Please, though, first put
the studio in order.
Schwarz. Dr. Goll! (Leans
over.) Doc (Steps back.) He’s cut
his forehead. Help me to lay him on the ottoman.
Lulu. (Shudders backward in terror.) No.
Schwarz. (Trying to turn him over.) Dr. Goll.
Lulu. He doesn’t hear.
Schwarz. But you, help me, please.
Lulu. The two of us together couldn’t
Schwarz. (Straightening up.) We must send for
Lulu. He is fearfully heavy.
Schwarz. (Getting his hat.) Please,
though, be so good as to put the place a little to
rights while I’m away. (He goes out.)
Lulu. He’ll spring
up all at once. (Intensely.) Bussi! He just
won’t notice anything. (Comes down-stage in
a wide circle.) He sees my feet, and watches every
step I take. He has his eye on me everywhere.
(Touches him with her toe.) Bussi! (Flinching,
backward.) It’s serious with him. The dance
is over. He’ll send me to prison. What
shall I do? (Leans over, to the floor.) A strange,
wild face! (Getting up.) And no one to do him the
last services isn’t that sad! (Schwarz
Schwarz. Still not come to himself?
Lulu. (Down right.) What shall I do?
Schwarz. (Bending over Goll.) Doctor Goll.
Lulu. I almost think it’s serious.
Schwarz. Talk decently!
Lulu. =He= wouldn’t say
that to me. He makes me dance for him when he
doesn’t feel well.
Schwarz. The doctor will be here in a moment.
Lulu. Doctoring won’t help =him=.
Schwarz. But people do what they can, in
Lulu. =He= doesn’t think so.
Schwarz. Then won’t you at least get
Lulu. Yes, right off.
Schwarz. What are you waiting for?
Lulu. Please ...
Schwarz. What is it?
Lulu. Shut =his= eyes.
Schwarz. You make me shiver.
Lulu. Not nearly so much as you make =me=!
Lulu. You’re a born criminal.
Schwarz. Doesn’t this moment touch
you at all, then?
Lulu. It hits me, too, some.
Schwarz. Please, just you keep still now!
Lulu. It hits you some, too.
Schwarz. You really didn’t need to
say that to a man, in such a moment.
Lulu. =Please ...!=
Schwarz. Do what you think necessary.
I don’t know how.
Lulu. (Left of Goll.) He’s looking at me.
Schwarz. (Right of Goll.) And at me, too.
Lulu. You’re a coward!
Schwarz. (Shuts Goll’s
eyes with his handkerchief.) It’s the first time
in my life that anyone has called me that.
Lulu. Didn’t you do it to your mother?
Schwarz. (Nervously.) No.
Lulu. You were away, perhaps.
Lulu. Or else you were afraid?
Schwarz. (Violently.) No!
Lulu. (Shivering, backward.) I didn’t mean
to insult you.
Schwarz. She’s still alive.
Lulu. Then you still have somebody.
Schwarz. She’s as poor as a beggar.
Lulu. I know what that is.
Schwarz. Don’t laugh at me!
Lulu. Now I am rich
Schwarz. It gives me cold shudders
(Goes right.) She can’t help it!
Lulu. (To herself.) What’ll I do?
Schwarz. (To himself.) Absolutely
depraved! (They look at each other mistrustfully.
Schwarz goes over to her and grips her hand.) Look
me in the eyes!
Lulu. (Apprehensively.) What do you want?
Schwarz. (Takes her to the ottoman
and makes her sit next to him.) Look me in the eyes.
Lulu. I see myself in them as Pierrot.
Schwarz. (Shoves her from him.) Confounded dancer-ing!
Lulu. I must change my clothes
Schwarz. (Holds her back.) One question
Lulu. I can’t answer it.
Schwarz. Can you speak the truth?
Lulu. I don’t know.
Schwarz. Do you believe in a Creator?
Lulu. I don’t know.
Schwarz. Can you swear on anything?
Lulu. I don’t know. Leave me
alone. You’re mad.
Schwarz. What do you believe in, then?
Lulu. I don’t know.
Schwarz. Have you no soul, then?
Lulu. I don’t know.
Schwarz. Have you ever once loved ?
Lulu. I don’t know.
Schwarz. (Gets up, goes right, to himself.) She
Lulu. (Without moving.) I don’t know.
Schwarz. (Glancing at Goll.) He knows.
Lulu. (Nearer him.) What do you want to know?
Schwarz. (Angrily.) Go, get dressed!
(Lulu goes into the bed-room. To Goll.) Would
I could change with you, you dead man! I give
her back to you. I give my youth to you, too.
I lack the courage and the faith. I’ve
had to wait patiently too long. It’s too
late for me. I haven’t grown up big enough
for happiness. I have a hellish fear of it.
Wake up! I didn’t touch her. He opens
his mouth. Mouth open and eyes shut, like the
children. With me it’s the other way round.
Wake up, wake up! (Kneels down and binds his
handkerchief round the dead man’s head.) Here
I beseech Heaven to make me =able= to be happy to
give me the strength and the freedom of soul to be
just a weeny mite happy! For =her sake, only
for her sake=. (Lulu comes out of the bed-room, completely
dressed, her hat on, and her right hand under her left
Lulu. (Raising her left arm,
to Schwarz.) Would you hook me up here? My hand