Vienna, circa 1804. Beethoven’s apartment. The gathered are there to celebrate the first public performance of his Triple Concerto.
Dramatic Personae
LvB : Himself;
Schindler : Roehrer;
Carl August Seidler (violinist in the employ of Archduke Rudy) : Chris;
Anton Kraft (‘cellist in the employ of Archduke Rudy) : Philip;
Archduke Rudy : Himself;
Igor (Beethoven’s man servant) : Peter;
Frau Schnapps (B’s housekeeper) : Bonn 1827 (in absentia);
Anton Bruckner (via time warp, worm hole / black hole thingy) : Sorrano;
The Dublin Times music critic and freeloader : Michael.
It begins …
Schindler : Congratulations, Master, on the first performance of your glorious Triple Concerto!
LvB : Shut up, fool. Get me some roast veal. And two bottles of claret. And I mean now.
Dublin Times critic : Herr Beethoven, what a piece! Such mastery!
LvB: Get up off the floor and stop licking my slippers, will you !!!
Igor : Your roast veal, Herr Beethoven.
LvB: Who the hell are you?
Igor : Your man servant, Herr Beethoven!
LvB : Your eyes are too close together. You’re fired, get out.
Archduke Rudy : Absolutely spiffing concerto, old chap! Did I play it right?
LvB : Hard to write something simpler, I’d say. You did OK. Where’s that fat ‘cellist Kraft?
Kraft : Master?
LvB : I hear you were less than happy with your solo part?
Kraft : Well Master, a couple of months ago I did play Herr Haydn’s 1st ‘cello concerto and I must say that …
LvB (lunges in rage at Kraft) : You’re dead meat …
Seidler (intervening) : Master, please, I beg you! Look, I have the receipts from the concert, 400 florins for you!
LvB : Harrumph! Should have been more. Besides I’ve got to give Ries his cut …
Dublin Times critic : Pardon me, Master?
LvB : Er, … nothing. And will you please stop talking to me on your knees! Anyway, who’s this strange looking little fellow you’ve brought with you?
Schindler : Master, this is Herr Anton Bruckner, symphonist!
Bruckner (trying to press a florin into B’s hand) : Master!
LvB (pocketing the florin) : Get up off the floor, man! You’re as bad as this Irish fellow!
Bruckner : I’ve brought some sketches of my 8th symphony for your perusal, Master!
LvB (taking the sketches in at a glance) : Hmm, not bad, but why are you so long winded?
Frau Schnapps : Enough of the talking already! Time for bed, Ludwig!
LvB (looking sheepish, not to say henpecked...) : Yes, dear.
Fin
Dramatic Personae
LvB : Himself;
Schindler : Roehrer;
Carl August Seidler (violinist in the employ of Archduke Rudy) : Chris;
Anton Kraft (‘cellist in the employ of Archduke Rudy) : Philip;
Archduke Rudy : Himself;
Igor (Beethoven’s man servant) : Peter;
Frau Schnapps (B’s housekeeper) : Bonn 1827 (in absentia);
Anton Bruckner (via time warp, worm hole / black hole thingy) : Sorrano;
The Dublin Times music critic and freeloader : Michael.
It begins …
Schindler : Congratulations, Master, on the first performance of your glorious Triple Concerto!
LvB : Shut up, fool. Get me some roast veal. And two bottles of claret. And I mean now.
Dublin Times critic : Herr Beethoven, what a piece! Such mastery!
LvB: Get up off the floor and stop licking my slippers, will you !!!
Igor : Your roast veal, Herr Beethoven.
LvB: Who the hell are you?
Igor : Your man servant, Herr Beethoven!
LvB : Your eyes are too close together. You’re fired, get out.
Archduke Rudy : Absolutely spiffing concerto, old chap! Did I play it right?
LvB : Hard to write something simpler, I’d say. You did OK. Where’s that fat ‘cellist Kraft?
Kraft : Master?
LvB : I hear you were less than happy with your solo part?
Kraft : Well Master, a couple of months ago I did play Herr Haydn’s 1st ‘cello concerto and I must say that …
LvB (lunges in rage at Kraft) : You’re dead meat …
Seidler (intervening) : Master, please, I beg you! Look, I have the receipts from the concert, 400 florins for you!
LvB : Harrumph! Should have been more. Besides I’ve got to give Ries his cut …
Dublin Times critic : Pardon me, Master?
LvB : Er, … nothing. And will you please stop talking to me on your knees! Anyway, who’s this strange looking little fellow you’ve brought with you?
Schindler : Master, this is Herr Anton Bruckner, symphonist!
Bruckner (trying to press a florin into B’s hand) : Master!
LvB (pocketing the florin) : Get up off the floor, man! You’re as bad as this Irish fellow!
Bruckner : I’ve brought some sketches of my 8th symphony for your perusal, Master!
LvB (taking the sketches in at a glance) : Hmm, not bad, but why are you so long winded?
Frau Schnapps : Enough of the talking already! Time for bed, Ludwig!
LvB (looking sheepish, not to say henpecked...) : Yes, dear.
Fin
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