Der Rosenkavalier Libretto
English Translation

FIRST ACT

The Field Marshal's bedroom. On the left in the alcove, the large tent-shaped four-poster bed. Next to the bed is a three-piece Chinese screen behind the clothes. Furthermore, a small table and a few chairs. On a small sofa on the left is a sword in the scabbard. Right large double doors in the anteroom. In the middle, barely visible, small door embedded in the wall. Otherwise no doors. Between the alcove and the small door is a dressing table and a few armchairs on the wall. The curtains of the bed are knocked back. The bright morning sun streams in through the half-open window. You can hear the birds singing in the garden. Octavian kneels on a stool in front of the bed and half-hugs the Field Marshal, who lies in bed. One does not see her face, but only her very beautiful hand and the arm from which the lace shirt falls off.

OCTAVIAN
effusive
How you were! How you are! No one knows that, no one suspects!

PRINCESS
straightens up in the pillows
Is he complaining about that, Quinquin? Does he want many to know that?

OCTAVIAN
fiery
Angel! No! Blessed is I that I am the only one who knows how you are! Nobody guessed it! Nobody knows! You you you! - What does that mean »you«? What "you and me"? Does that make any sense? These are words, mere words, are not they? You say'! But still: there is something in them; a dizziness, a drawing, a yearning and a urge, a languishing and burning: how my hand now comes to your hand, the zudirwollen, the clinging to me, that's me, that wants to you; but the ego goes by in which you ... I am your boy, but when hearing and seeing pass me by - where is your boy?

PRINCESS
quietly
You are my boy, you are my darling!
very dear
I love you!

OCTAVIAN
opens
Why is day? I do not want the day! What is the day for? Everyone has you! Dark is supposed to be!

He rushes to the window, closes it and closes the curtains. You hear a soft ringing from afar. The marshal laughs softly.

OCTAVIAN
Are you laughing about me?

PRINCESS
tender
Do I laugh at you?

OCTAVIAN
Angel!

PRINCESS
Honey, my darling.
again a fine ringing
Listen!

OCTAVIAN
I do not want.

PRINCESS
Silent, watch out!

OCTAVIAN
I do not want to hear anything! What will it be?
the ringing closer
Are they easy runners with letters and compliments? From Saurau, from Hartig, from the Portuguese Envoyé? Nobody comes in here! Here I am the Lord!

The small door in the middle opens and a small Negro in yellow, hung with silver bells, carrying a presentation board with the chocolate, tramples over the threshold. The door behind the Negro is closed by invisible hands.

PRINCESS
Quick, he's hiding! The breakfast is it.

OCTAVIAN
slides behind the screen

PRINCESS
Throw the sword behind the bed.

OCTAVIAN
go to the sword and hide it

PRINCESS
She lies back after she has drawn the curtains

THE LITTLE NEGER
put the tray on the small table, push it forward, pull the sofa in, then bow low to the bed, arms crossed over the chest. Then he dances daintily backward, always facing the bed. At the door he bows again and disappears.

PRINCESS
occurs between the bed curtains. She has turned a light fur coat.

OCTAVIAN
comes out between the wall and the screen

PRINCESS
He cat's head, he careless! Do you leave your sword in a lady's bedroom? He has no better habits?

OCTAVIAN
If you are too stupid as to how I behave, and if you refrain from being a practicing one in such matters, then I do not know what you have about me!

PRINCESS
tenderly, on the sofa
He does not philosophize, Mr. Sweetheart, and come here. is now having breakfast. Every thing has its time.

OCTAVIAN
sits down next to her. They eat breakfast very tenderly. Octavian puts his face on her knee. She strokes his hair. He looks up at her. Quietly.
Marie Theres!

PRINCESS
Octavian!

OCTAVIAN
Bichette!

PRINCESS
Quinquin!

OCTAVIAN
My sweetheart!

PRINCESS
My boy!
They continue to have breakfast.

OCTAVIAN
funny
The field marshal sits in the grassy forest and hunts for bears and lynxes. And I, I sit here, I young blood, and hunt on what?
Breaking out
I'm lucky, I'm lucky!

PRINCESS
a shadow flies over her face
Let him leave the field marshal alone! I dreamed about him.

OCTAVIAN
Did you dream of him last night? Tonight?

PRINCESS
I can not make my dreams.

OCTAVIAN
Tonight did you dream of your husband? Tonight?

PRINCESS
He does not make such eyes. I can not help it. He was home once again.

OCTAVIAN
quietly
The field marshal?

PRINCESS
It was a noise in the yard of horse 'and Leut' and he was there, in shock I was suddenly awake, no, just look, just look how I am childish: I still hear the rumor in the yard. I can not get it out of my ear. Do you also hear something easily?

OCTAVIAN
Yes, of course I hear something, but must it be your husband? Think about where it is: in Raitzenland, still back from Esseg.

PRINCESS
Is that very long? Well, then it will be something different. Then it's fine.

OCTAVIAN
You look so scared, Theres.

PRINCESS
He knows, Quinquin - even if it is far - the field marshal is very fast. Once -
she falters

OCTAVIAN
What was once?

PRINCESS
scattered, listen

OCTAVIAN
jealous
What was once? What was once? Bichette! Bichette! What was once?

PRINCESS
Ah, he's good, he does not have to know everything.

OCTAVIAN
So you play with me!
throws herself desperately on the sofa
I am an unhappy person!

PRINCESS
Now in spite of 'he not. Now it's time to
listens
it's the field marshal. If it were a stranger, the noise would be out there in my anteroom. It must be my husband, who wants to enter the wardrobe and disputes with the lackeys. Quinquin, it's my husband!

OCTAVIAN
He drives to his sword and runs to the right

PRINCESS
Not there, there is the anteroom. There are my suppliers and half a dozen lackeys. There!

OCTAVIAN
runs over to the small door

PRINCESS
Too late! You are already in the wardrobe! now only one remains! Hide yourself!
after a short break of helplessness
There!

OCTAVIAN
I'll jump in his path! I stay with you.

PRINCESS
There, behind the bed! There in the Vorhang '. And do not touch.

OCTAVIAN
hesitantly
If he gets me there, what about you, Theres?

PRINCESS
pleadingly
Hide yourself, sweetheart.

OCTAVIAN
at the screen
Theres!

PRINCESS
stamping impatiently
Be he still!
with sparkling eyes
I'd like to see if anyone trusts over when I'm standing here. I'm not a napolitan general: where I stand, I stand.
she starts vigorously against the little door and listens
Are good guys, my lackeys, do not want to let him in, say I'm sleeping. Very good guy!
The noise in the wardrobe is getting bigger, listening
The voice! That's not the voice of the field marshal! They say "Mr. Baron" to him! That is a stranger.
ustig
Quinquin, it's a visit.
she laughs
Drive quickly into His clothes, but stay in. He hides that the lackeys do not see Him. The stupid, big voice 'I would have to know. Who is that? God, that's the ox. This is my cousin, the Lerchenau, the ox from Lerchenau. What does he want? Jesus Mary!
she has to laugh
Quinquin, is he listening, Quinquin, is not he remembering? Five or six days ago - the letter. We sat in the car and they brought me a letter to the car. That was the letter from the ox. And I have no idea what was in it.
laughs
He owes that alone, Quinquin!

VOICE OF THE HOUSEHOUSE MASTER
spoken outside
Please wait your grace in the gallery!

VOICE OF THE BARON
spoken outside
Where did He learn His manners? Baron Lerchenau does not antichambrate.

PRINCESS
Quinquin, what is he doing? Where is he?

OCTAVIAN
in a woman's coat and jacket, the hair with a handkerchief and a band like in a bonnet, steps out and kinks
Command me for a moment, Gnad'n, I'm not in long service for quite a while.

PRINCESS
You, honey! And not even more than a Busserl I can give you.
Kiss him fast. New noise outside.
He breaks the door for me, Mr. Cousin. Make Him He Come Out. He slipped cheekily through the lackeys. He is a lightning-fast lump! And come again, sweetheart, but in man's clothes and through the front door, if you please Him.

She sits with her back against the door and begins to drink her chocolate. Octavian goes quickly against the small door and wants to go out. At the same moment the door is torn open and Baron Ochs, whom the footmen are trying in vain, enters. Octavian, who was about to escape quickly with his head bowed, clashed with him. Then he pushes himself embarrassed to the wall to the left of the door. Three footmen entered the baron at the same time and are at a loss.

BARON
with grandeur to the lackeys
Of course I receive your graces.
He goes forward, the lackeys to his left are looking for the way to represent him. To Octavian with interest.
Pardon, my pretty child!

OCTAVIAN
turns awkwardly against the wall

BARON
with grace and condescension
I say: Pardon, my pretty child.

PRINCESS
He looks over his shoulder and then gets up to meet the baron

BARON
gallant to Octavian
I did not hurt you seriously?

LAKAIEN
pluck the baron, softly
Your princely graces!

BARON
do the French reverence with two repetitions

PRINCESS
Your lover looks excellent.

BARON
bow again, then to the lackeys
Now He sees well that your graces are delighted to see me.
To the marshal, with worldly ease, shaking hands with her and showing her off.
And how should not your Grace! What does the early hour do among persons of state? Did not I pay tribute to our princess Brioche, day after day, as she sat in the bath, with nothing but a small screen between her and me. I have to wonder
looking around angrily
if your gracious livery -

OCTAVIAN
has sneaked up against the alcove on the wall, making himself as invisible as possible by the bed

PRINCESS
Forgive me! It behaved as it was commanded. I had migraine this morning.

At a hint from the marshal, the lackeys brought a small sofa and an armchair more forward and left.

BARON
looks backwards often

PRINCESS
sits down on the sofa after she has offered the baron the place on the armchair

BARON
tries to sit down, extremely occupied by the presence of the pretty chambermaid. For themselves.
A pretty thing! A good saub'res Kinderl!

PRINCESS
getting up, ceremoniously offering his place again

BARON
hesitantly and tries not to turn her back on the pretty maid

PRINCESS
I'm not all that well now. Mr. Cousin may therefore have the grace -

BARON
Naturally.
He turns to see Octavian

PRINCESS
My chambermaid, a young thing from the country. I'm afraid she's incommoding your lover.

BARON
Very dear! As? Not in the least! Me? On the contrary!
he waves Octavian by hand, then to the marshal
Your Grace may be puzzled that I as a bridegroom
looks around
meanwhile - meanwhile -

PRINCESS
As a groom?

BARON
Yes, as your Grace was enough from my letter -
for themselves
A grasaff 'appetizing, not fifteen years!

PRINCESS
facilitated
The letter, of course, yes, the letter, who is the lucky one? I have the name on my tongue.

BARON
As?
backwards
Poodle young! Healthy! Washed! Allerliebst!

PRINCESS
Who is just the bride?

BARON
The Miss Faninal. Your Grace did not hide the name.

PRINCESS
Naturally! Where do I have my head ?! Bloss the family. Are not they local?

OCTAVIAN
gets busy with the serving board, which puts him behind the baron's back

BARON
emphatically
Yes, Your Grace, they are local. One at the mercy of Her Majesty's ennobled. He has the delivery for the army, which stands in the Netherlands.

PRINCESS
Octavian is impatient with eyes, he should go away

BARON
The marshal misinterprets his expression completely
I see, Your Grace wrinkles Dero's beautiful forehead at the mesalliance. But that I say it, the girl is pretty enough for an angel. Come fresh way from the monastery. Is the only child.
stronger
The man owns twelve houses on the Wied'n and the Palais am Hof. And his health
grin
should not be the best.

PRINCESS
My dear cousin, I get it, how much it has struck.
Octavian beckons to take the retreat

BARON
And with dignity, princely graces, I think I have good blood in my blood for your two: you are what you are after all, corpo di Bacco! The entrance, where he deserves it, will be known to the wife, and as far as the children are concerned, if they will not concede to them the golden key-Va bene! They will know each other with the twelve iron keys to the twelve houses on the Wied'n.

PRINCESS
Certainly! Oh surely, the cousin's children, they will not be Don Quixote.

OCTAVIAN
wants to go backwards to the door with the tray

BARON
Why the chocolate? Just dwell! There! Pst, pst, why?

OCTAVIAN
is undecided, face averted

PRINCESS
Go, go, you only!

BARON
If I confess your Grace 'that I'm as good as sober.

PRINCESS
resigned
Mariandel, come here. Serve her to his lover.

OCTAVIAN
comes, served

BARON
take a cup, make use of it
As good as sober, Your Grace. Sitting in the touring car since five o'clock in the morning. Right a put thing!
to Octavian
Stay here, my heart. I have something to tell her.
to the marshal, loud
All my livery, stables, hunters, everything
he eats
Everything down in the yard is my Altmosenier.

PRINCESS
to Octavian
Just go.

BARON
to Octavian
Does she still have a Biskoterl? Stay here!
quietly
She is a cute angel,
Honey, a cleaner.
to the marshal
Are on the way to the "White Horse", where we stay, until the day after tomorrow -
low to Octavian
I'd like something nice, with her -
to the marshal, very loud
till the day after tomorrow -
quickly to Octavian
to protect in private! As?

PRINCESS
Must laugh about Octavian's cheeky comedy game

BARON
to the marshal
Then we move to the palace of Faninal. Of course I have to go to the groom's showman first -
angry with Octavian
Will not you wait? - Decline to the well-bred maiden Bride, who brings the silver roses after the highly noble custom.

PRINCESS
And who of the relatives did your lovers look for this honorary post?

BARON
The desire to seek advice from your Grace made me so bold in traveling clothes at Dero's Lever today -

PRINCESS
From me?

BARON
According to epistolary request made in all devotion. I'm not so unhappy, with this submissive supplication Dero displeased ...
leans back to Octavian
She could do whatever she wanted with me. She has what it takes!

PRINCESS
How, of course! A leader for your lover's first groom visit from relatives - who cares? the cousin Preysing? As? The cousin Lambert? I will -

BARON
This is in Your Grace's most beautiful hands.

PRINCESS
Quite well. Will he have dinner with me, cousin? Let's say tomorrow, He wants? Then I propose Him one.

BARON
Your Grace is the condescension itself.

PRINCESS
I want to get up
Meanwhile -

BARON
low to Octavian
That you come back to me! I'm not leaving sooner!

PRINCESS
for themselves
Oho!
loud
Just stay there! Can I still serve the cousin for now?

BARON
I am ashamed already: To your Grace Notari a Rekommandation. I would love. It is the marriage contract.

PRINCESS
My notary comes more often in the morning. Look, Mariadel, if he is not in Antichambre waiting.

BARON
Why the Kammerzofel? Your Grace robs the attendance for my sake.
Stop her

PRINCESS
Let him, cousin, she may go quietly.

BARON
lively
I do not admit that, stay here for your mercy. It comes straight from the livery. I did not let such a golden child, my soul ', under the infamous lacke population.
she strokes

PRINCESS
Your lovers are too worried.

DOMO
occurs

BARON
There, did not I say it? He will have to report your graces.

PRINCESS
to the steward
Struhan, did I wait for my notary in the antechamber?

DOMO
Princely graces sent the notary, then the steward, then the chief cook, then by Excellency Silva a singer with a flutist.
dry
Otherwise the ordinary Bagagi.

BARON
has pushed his chair behind the broad back of the landlord, gently takes the hand of the supposed maid
Have you ever had dinner with a cavalier in tête-à-tête?

OCTAVIAN
is very embarrassed

BARON
No? That'll make you look. Does she want?

OCTAVIAN
quiet, shy
I just do not know if i dös derf.

PRINCESS
inaudibly listening to the steward, observes the two, must laugh softly

DOMO
bow, step back, releasing the group for the look of the Marshal

PRINCESS
laughing to the steward
Let wait.
Steward off

BARON
settles down as unceremoniously as possible

PRINCESS
laughing
The cousin is, I see it, no Kostverächter.

BARON
facilitated
With your Grace
sigh of relief
you are free. There are no fusses and no etiquette and no Spanish dough!
He kisses the marshal's hand.

PRINCESS
amused
But where is he a groom?

BARON
half rising, approached her
Does that make a lame ass out of me? Am I not like a good dog on a good track? And twice as sharp on every game: left, right?

PRINCESS
I see, your lovers do it as a profession.

BARON
quite upright
That's what I mean. I would not know which one would be better for me. I must greatly regret Your Grace that your Grace only - how do I express myself - the defending experiences. Parole d'honneur! There is nothing like it from the other side!

PRINCESS
laughs
I believe that they are very diverse.

BARON
So many times a year, so many hours a day, there's no -

PRINCESS
None?

BARON
Where not -

PRINCESS
Where not? -

BARON
If not to give the boy Cupido a present! But one is no grouse and no deer, but one is master of creation, that one is not forced to the calendar, hold to graces! By way of example, May is quite nice for a business in love, every child knows that, but I say: It's better June, July, August. There are nights! There is such an influx of young maids from Bohemian over here, I often keep their two, three, in my house until November. Only then will I send them home! They come to the harvest and are otherwise employed and good - then I send them home. -
grin
And how it mixes, the young, round bohemian Völkel, heavy and sweet, with those in the forest and those in the stable, the German blow sharp and harsh as a Retzer wine - how mixing does! And everywhere there is something and lurking and peering through the gates, and sneaking together and lying together, and everywhere sings and bends in the hips and milks what mows and what and splashing and splashing something in the brook and in Pferdeschwemm '.

PRINCESS
very amused
And he's all behind it?

BARON
I wish I could be like Jupiter blessed in a thousand forms! Would use for each!

PRINCESS
How, also for the bull? So roughly does He want to be? Or does He want to play the clouds and therefore come as a streiferl wet air?

BARON
very cheerful
Depending on which, it's all depending. The woman has many kinds, as it wishes. There is the humble maid .. And there the defiant devil creature, the heavy stable door hits you to the skull - and there is, which loses its head giggling and sobbing, which I like, and that again, which sits in the eye a cold one , calculating Satan. But there comes an hour, when this lurking eye flickers, and Satan, shooting dying glances in between,
with gusto
the spice me the meal incomparably.

PRINCESS
He himself is one of my soul!

BARON
And if there was one - have the mercy - that nobody looks at: in the dirty smock she slumbers, squats in the ashes behind the stove - the one where you go to the right hour - she has it in him! Can not understand such an astonishment and fear and shame; and on the last 'such a raging beatitude, that the Lord, the gracious Lord, let down even to their baseness!

PRINCESS
He knows more than the ABC.

BARON
There are some who want to creep, gently, as the wind creeps up the freshly cut hay. And what - it's like a lynx behind your back and packed the milking stool that she stumbles and hits!
smiling slowly
Must have a hay in the vicinity.

OCTAVIAN
bursts out laughing

PRINCESS
No, He is acting too well! Let me have the child!

BARON
very unabashed to Octavian
I know how to comfort myself in the narrowest hiding place, knows gallantly how to behave in the alcove. Had use for a thousand figures to hold a thousand maidens. I would not be too young, too harsh, not too low, not too rough! If I am not ashamed of any hiding place, I see something dear: I have to take it.

OCTAVIAN
immediately back in his role
Well, to the Lord, I did not care, I would have respect, well, what could happen to me there, I would be too frightened. I do not know what he means, I do not know what he wants. But what is z'viel, that's z'viel. Well, what could happen to me there '. That's not to say, so to Mr there I went 'net, I did the red' devious. Because we want to do it willfully:
to the marshal
I am so afraid of him, princely graces.

PRINCESS
No, He is acting too well! He is a right! He is the true one! Let me have the child! He is quite as the others are three-quarters. As I see Him, so I see pretty many. Those are just the games that you konvenieren! And we, Lord God! We suffer the damage, we are ridiculed and we did not deserve it otherwise.
with feigned severity
And now sackerlot, now let him the child!

BARON
leaves off Octavian and again assumes graceful attitude
Give me your Grace the Grasaff 'there to my future wife consort.

PRINCESS
How, my little one? What should that be? The Miss Bride will already be fitted and will not stand for your love selection.

BARON
That's a nice thing! Kreuzsackerlot! There's a drop of good blood!

OCTAVIAN
for themselves
A drip good blood!

PRINCESS
Your lovers have a keen eye!

BARON
Compatible.
confidential
Find'in order that persons of estate are thus served by aristocratic blood. Lead a child of my own with me.

OCTAVIAN
always listening with amusement, for himself
A child of his mood?

PRINCESS
As? A girl? I do not want to hope for that.

BARON
No, a son. Carries a lerchenauischen character in the face. Hold him as a body lakai. If your graces are then commanded that I may hand over the silver roses to Dero's hands, it will be him who brings them up.

PRINCESS
Should I be happy. But he was once.
Waving Octavian
Mariandel!

BARON
Give me your favor the Zofel! I will not let it go.

PRINCESS
Egg! Just go and get the medallion.

OCTAVIAN
quietly
Theres! Theres, be careful!

PRINCESS
as well
Bring it fast! I already know what I'm doing.

BARON
Looking after Octavian
Could be a young princess.
then, in conversation tone
I intend to give my bride a faithful copy of my pedigree - along with a curl from the ancestor Lerchenau, who was a great monastic founder and colonel-landlord in Carinthia and the Windisch Mark.

OCTAVIAN
bring the medallion

PRINCESS
Would Your Grace easily have the young gentlemen there as the groom's sitter?

BARON
I agree unflawed!

PRINCESS
a little hesitant
My young cousin, Count Octavian.

BARON
always very binding
Would not wish to wish a more elegant! I am very devoted to devotion to the young man!

PRINCESS
fast
Look at him!
hold out the medallion

BARON
looks at the medallion soon, now at the maid
The similarity!

PRINCESS
Yes / Yes.

BARON
How cut out of the face!

PRINCESS
I also thought already.
pointing to the medallion
Rofrano, Mr. Marchese's second brother.

BARON
Octavian Rofrano! There you are, who, when you come from such a house,
with relation to the maid
and it would be synonymous with the Domestikentür!

PRINCESS
That's why I think of them as something special.

BARON
Compatible.

PRINCESS
Always around my person.

BARON
Very well.

PRINCESS
But now go, Mariandel, take it away.

BARON
How come? She will come back.

PRINCESS
deliberately misses the baron
And let in the antichambre.

OCTAVIAN
go to the gullwing on the right

BARON
after him
My best child!

OCTAVIAN
at the door on the right
Let's go!
runs to the other door

BARON
after him
I am your serviteur! Give it a moment's audience!

OCTAVIAN
He slams the little door in his face
I'm coming.

At that moment, an old chambermaid enters through the same door. The baron retires disappointed. Two footmen come in from the right, bringing a screen out of the alcove. The marshal enters behind the screen, the chambermaid with her. The dressing table is advanced in the middle. Footmen open the double doors to the right. There is a notary, the chef, behind this a kitchen boy, who carries the menu. Then the modist, a scholar with a folio and the animal dealer with tiny little dogs and a monkey. Valzacchi and Annina, sliding quickly behind them, occupy the foremost place on the left, the noble mother with her three daughters, all in mourning, stand in the right wing. The steward leads the tenor and the flutist forward. Baron backwards beckons a lackeys to him, gives him the job, shows: "Through the back door."

THE THREE ORPHANS
screaming
Three poor adellge orphans

THE ADEQUATE MUMR
do not tell them to scream and kneel like that

THE THREE ORPHANS
kneeling down
Three poor noble orphans implore Dero high protection!

MILLINER
loud
Le chapeau Paméla! La poudre à la reine de Golconde!

THE ANIMAL DEALER
Beautiful monkeys, if you create highness, I also have birds from Africa.

THE THREE ORPHANS
The father fell young on the field of honor, to imitate him is our heart's goal.

MILLINER
Le chapeau Paméla! C'est la merveille du monde!

THE ANIMAL DEALER
I would have parrots from India and Africa. Dogs, so small and clean.

Marshal enters, everything bows. Baron has appeared on the left.

PRINCESS
to the baron
I present your lover here the notary.

Notary steps with bowing to the dressing table, where the marshal settled, to the baron left. Marshallin beckons the youngest of the three orphans, gets a purse from the steward and gives it to the girl by kissing it on the forehead. Scholar wants to step forward, present his folios, Valzacchi jumps forward, pushing him aside.

VALZACCHI
drawing out a black-ripped newspaper page
The black side Fürstlike Gnadel Everything 's ge'eim written! Only for 'high personalities. The black side! A Leikname in 'Interkammer of a gräflike Palais! A bourgeois woman with the amante poisoned the Hehemann this naked by three Huhr!

PRINCESS
Let me leave the gossip alone!

VALZACCHI
In grace! Tutte quante confidential site from the big world!

PRINCESS
I do not want to know anything! Let me leave the gossip alone!

VALZACCHI
with regretful bow, jumps

THE THREE ORPHANS
finally also the mother, the Marschallin have kissed the hand, ready to leave, something blubbering
Good luck and blessings
Your Grace high sense!
Buried is sublime
he in our hearts.
go off together with the mother

The barber enters hastily, the assistant rushes after him with flying rock bolts. The barber catches the marshal's eye, darkens, steps back, he studies her present appearance. Meanwhile, the assistant is packing at the dressing table. The barber pushes back some people to create travel. The flutist has meanwhile entered and begins his cadence. After a moment's consideration, the barber has found his plan, and he resolutely approaches the marshal, begins to style. A runner in pink, black and silver appears, delivering a billet. Steward with silver tray is quick to hand, presents it to the marshal. Barber pauses to let her read. Assistant hands him a new iron. Barber pans it: is too hot. After a glance at the marshal, Mate hands him the ticket, which nods, after which he uses it with a smile to cool the iron. The singer has positioned himself holding the sheet music. The lackeys have taken a right front position, others are in the background.

THE TENOR
Dírigori armato il seno
contro amor mi ribellai,
ma fui vinto in un baleno
in mirar due gaghi rai.
Ma fui vinto in un baleno
ahí!
in mirar due vaghi rai.
Ahi!
kitchen resiste puoco a stral di fuoco
Cor di gelo di fuoco a stral.

The barber hands the iron to the assistant and applauds the singer. Then he continues in the arrangement of curling. Meanwhile, at the small door, a servant admitted the baron's valet, the almoner, and the hunter. There are three questionable figures. The Valet is a young, big-bred who looks stupid and rude. He wears a red saffian sheath under his arm. The almoner is a feral village cooperator, a three-foot tall but strong and daring-looking gnome. The body-hunter may have messed up before he was put in the bad-legged livery. The almoner and the valet seem to argue for precedence and rise to each other's feet. They steer along the left side towards their master, near whom they stop.

BARON
sitting to the notary standing in front of him, taking his instructions. in an undertone
As a dowry - all separately, however - and before the dowry - am I understood, Mr. Notary? - Schloss und Herrschaft Gaunersdorf returns to me! From burdens free and undiminished to privileges as my father blessedly possessed them.

NOTARY
short of breath
, allow high baronial graces the submisseste instruction that a dowry probably the husband to the wife, but not by the wife to the husband
deep breath
, capable and are available on stipulated.

BARON
That may be true.

NOTAR
This is so -

BARON
But in a special case -

NOTAR
The forms and the prescriptions know no difference.

BARON
screams
But to know him!

NOTAR
startled
In grace!

BARON
When a high-blooded bloodthirsty offspring condescends in the marriage-bed of a bourgeois Mamsell faninal - am I understood? - acte de présence to do before God and the world and, so to speak, in the face of imperial majesty -

THE FLÖTIST
begins again to prelude

BARON
There will, corpo di Bacco! Mornings as a fitting gift grateful Devotion for the Hingab 'so high blood be very well the speech!

Singer starts to start again, still waiting for the baron to become quiet.

NOTAR
to the baron, quietly
maybe that you separate the thing -

BARON
quietly
He is a shameful pedant: as a dowry I want the Gütel!

NOTAR
as well
as a well-coded part of the dowry -

BARON
half-tone
As Morgengab e! Is not that in His skull?

NOTAR
as well
As a donation inter vivos or -

BARON
beats angrily on the table, screaming
As a treat!

THE SINGER
During the conversation between the two
men caro è'1 mio tormento doleo é si la piága mia, eh'il penare é mio contento e'1 sanarmi è tirannia. Ahi! Che resiste puoco cor .....
abruptly breaks off

NOTAR (
withdraws into the corner in

alarm) MARSCHALLIN
beckons the singer to him, hands him a kiss

SINGER NEBST FLÖTIST
withdraws with deep bows

BARON
pretends that nothing has happened, waves affectionately at the singer, then enters his servanthood, stroking the bawdy face of the body-lakai combed hair out; then, as if looking for someone, he opens the door to the little door, spies out, annoys, sniffs the bed, shakes his head, then returns.

MARSHALLIN
sees himself in the hand mirror,
my dear Hippolyte, today you have an old one Wife made of me!

The barber with dismay throws himself feverishly on the curls of the Marshal and changes him again.

The Mashallin's face remains sad.


MARSHALLIN
over the shoulder to the steward
Forgive the people!

The lackeys, forming a chain, push the waiting people out of the door, who then close them. Only the scholar, fed by the steward, remains in conversation with the marshal, until the end of the intermezzo between Valzacchi, Annina and the baron. Valzacchi, followed by Annina, slipped over to the baron in the back of everyone around the stage and presented him with exaggerated devotion.

VALZACCHI
to the Baron
Your grace suits something. Ik, your grace at need. lk can serve. Ik can get it.

BARON
resigns
Who is He, what does He know?

VALZACCHI
Your Grace Gesikt sprikt without a tongue. Like a Hantike: come statua di Giove.

BARON
This is a better person.

VALZACCHI
Gone with mercy, attach us to His entourage.
falls to her knees, as does Annina, who always speaks to Valzacchi

BARON
you?

VALZACCHI
Uncle and Nikte. Su sweien make everything better. Per esemplo: Your grace at a young woman -

BARON
How does He know that, He devil He?

VALZACCHI
eager
Your grace is in jealousy; dico by dire eut or tomorrow could be. Affare nostro! every sissy the lady does, every carriage the lady goes up, every letter the lady gets - we're here! At the corner, in the chimney, 'inside the beds - in a barrier, under the roof, we're here!

ANNINA
Your grace will not regret!
keep him out hands, heischend money, he acts as if he does not notice it

BARON
undertone
Hm! What is there in this Vienna? To the rehearsal only: knows you the virgin Mariandel?

ANNINA
as well as
Mariandel?

BARON
as well
The Zofel here in the house at your mercy?

VALZACCHI
softly to Annina
Sai tu, cosa vuole?

ANNINA
also
Niente.

VALZACCHI
to Baron
Sicker! Sicker! My nod will get it. Be sicker, your grace? We are there!

Marshal got up. Barber after deep bowing hurries off. Mate behind him.

BARON
the two Italians left, to the marshal
May I present the counterpart to Dero Sauberm Kammerzoferl?
Complacent
The likeness should, I hear, be unmistakable.

MARSHALLIN
nods to

BARON
Leopold, the sheath.

The young chamber lakai presents the sheath awkwardly.

MARSHALLIN
laughing a little
I congratulate your lover very much.

BARON (
taking the case from the lad's hand and beckoning him back)
And here is the silver rose.
wants to open it

MARSHALLIN
Only leave inside. Have the mercy and put it there.

BARON
Maybe the Zofel should take over? Do you call her?

MARSHALLIN
No, leave only. She has no time now. But let him be sure: I ask the Count Octavianus to him, he will do it for my sake and call on your dear cavalier with the roses to the virgin bride. Just put it down. And now, Mr. Vetter, I'll say goodbye to him. It is now retreating from here: I'll go to the churches now.

Footmen open the gullwing door.

BARON
Your Grace today has deeply shamed me by my inexhaustible grace.

Make the reverence; moves away under ceremonial. The notary behind him, at his hint. His three people behind this, in a poor attitude. The two Italians silently and supple, join unnoticed. Lackeys close the door. Steward leaves. Marshal alone.

MARSHALLIN
alone
There he goes, the bloated bad guy, and gets the pretty young thing and a pinkel money.
sighing
As if it had to be like that. And it comes to mind that it is he who forgives something. What is it that makes me angry? That's the way of the world. Can I also remember a girl who is fresh from the convent commandered into the holy state.
takes the hand mirror
Where is it now? Yes,
sighing
look for the snow from last year! That's what I say:
calm
But how can it really be that I was the little Resi and that I would be the old woman? The old woman, the old marshal! "Victory, there goes the old Princess Resi!" How can that happen? How does God do that? Where I am always the same. And if he has to do it, why does he let me watch it with such a clear sense! Why is not he hiding from me? It's all secret, so much secret. And you're there to endure it. And in the "how"
very quiet
there is the whole difference.

OCTAVIAN
enters from the right, in a morning suit with riding boots

MARCHALLIN
calm, with a half smile
Ah, you're back!

OCTAVIAN
tender
And you are sad!

MARSHALLIN
It's already over. You know how I am. Half funny, half sad. I just can not command my thoughts.

OCTAVIAN
I know why you are sad, sweetheart. Because you were scared and scared. Am I not right? Just tell me: you were afraid, you cutie, you love, around me, around me!

PRINCESS
A bissel maybe, but I've erfangen me and did not pre-tells me: It will not stand for it. And would that have been the case?

OCTAVIAN (
cheerfully)
And it was not a Field Marshal, just a funny Mr. Cousin, and you're mine, you're mine!

MARSHALLIN
defending him
Taverl, do not hug 'him too much. Who embraces too much, he holds nothing ..

OCTAVIAN
passionate
Tell me that you belong to me! Me!

MARSHALLIN
Oh, be gentle now, be clever and gentle and good.

Octavian
will reciprocate lively

PRINCESS
No, beg nicely, he just was not, as all men are!

OCTAVIAN
suspiciously startling
Like all men?

MARSHALLIN
quickly composed
Like Field Marshal and cousin Ochs.

OCTAVIAN
does not calm
Bichette!

MARSHALLIN
emphatically
- He just does not like all men are.

Octavian
angry
I do not know how all men are.
suddenly gentle
Just know that I love you, Bichette, they have exchanged you with me, Bichette, where is it?

PRINCESS
calm
She is well there, dear.

OCTAVIAN
Yes, is she there? Then I want to hold you, that you will not escape me again! I want to pack you
passionately
, that you feel it, to whom you belong to me! Because I am her and she is mine!

MARSHALLIN (
escaping from him)
Oh, be good, Quinquin. I feel like I need to feel the weakness of everything temporal right down to my heart, how to hold on to nothing, how not to pack anything, how everything dissolves between the fingers, how everything dissolves, what we reach for, everything melts like haze and dream.

OCTAVIAN
My God, as she says that. She just wants to show me that she is not attached to me.
He cries.

MARSHALLIN
Be good, Quinquin!

OCTAVIAN
cries harder

MARCHALLIN
Now I still have to comfort the boy that he will sooner or later let me sit.
She strokes him.

OCTAVIAN Sooner
or later?
fierce
Who puts the words in your mouth today, Bichette?

MARSHALLIN
That the word offends him so much!

Octavian
holds her ears

PRINCESS
The time basically Quinquin, the time does not alter the terms.
Time is a weird thing. If you live that way, it's nothing. But then suddenly, you feel nothing but her. She is around us, she is inside us too. In her face she is trickling, in the mirror she trickles, in my temples she flows. And between me and you, it flows again, silently, like an hourglass.
warm
Oh, Quinquin! Sometimes I hear them flow - unstoppable.
quietly
Sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and leave the clocks all, all stand. But you do not have to be afraid of her either. She too is a creature of the Father who created us all.

OCTAVIAN
with quiet tenderness
My darling, does she want to make you sad by force? Where she has me, where I slip my fingers into your fingers, where I search with my eyes your eyes. Where you got me - just here you are so humble?

MARSHALLIN
very seriously
Quinquin, today or tomorrow He goes and gives me up for the sake of another's sake, a
little hesitantly
younger and more beautiful than me.

OCTAVIAN
Want words to push me off you because your hands do not serve you?

PRINCESS
calm
The day comes by itself. Today or tomorrow comes the day, Octavian.

OCTAVIAN
Not today, not tomorrow! I love you. Not today, not tomorrow! If there has to be such a day, I do not think so! Such a terrible day! I do not want to see the day. I do not want to think the day. What are you torturing yourself and me, Theres?

MARCHALLIN
Today or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I do not want to torment you, sweetheart. I say 'what is true, say it to me as well as to you. I just want to do it to you and me. You have to be light, hold with a light heart and light hands and take, hold and let. , ,Those who are not like that punish life, and God does not have mercy on them.

OCTAVIAN
She speaks today like a priest. Does that mean that I'll never kiss you again until you run out of breath?

MARSHALLIN,
gently,
Quinquin, let him go now. Let him alone. I'll go to the churches now, and later I'll go to Uncle Greifenklau, who's old and paralyzed, and eat with him: that fears the old man. And in the afternoon I'll send him a runner, Quinquin, and let me say if I'm going to the Prater. And when I drive and He wants, He will come to the Prater and ride beside my carriage. Now he is good and he will follow me.

OCTAVIAN
quietly
As you order, Bichette.
He goes off.

MARCHALLIN
alone, passionately,
I did not even kiss him.
She rings hard. Footmen come from the right.
Run after the Count and ask him for a word.

LAKAIEN
quickly off

MARCHALLIN
I let him go and did not even kiss him!

The lackeys come back out of breath.

FIRST LAKAI
The Lord Count is up and away.

TWO ITE R LAKAI
Right by the gate.

THIRD LAKAI groom
has been waiting.

FOURTH LAKAI The
gate is like the wind.

FIRST LAKAI
Goods around the corners like the wind.

SECOND LAKAI have run aground
.

THIRD LAKAI
We shouted.

FOURTH LAKAI
Was free.

FIRST LAKAI
Goods around the corners like the wind.

MARSHALLIN
It's good, just go back.
The lackeys withdraw.

MARSHALLIN
calls for
the Mohammed!

the little Negro in, ringing, bowed

PRINCESS
The contract because '.

NEGRO
eagerly takes the Saffianfutteral

PRINCESS
Do not know where to go. To Count Octavian. Give it away and say: In there is the silver Ros'n. The Lord knows anyway.

The Negro runs off.

MARSCHALLIN holds
his head in his hand and remains in a dreamy attitude until the end



SECOND ACT

Hall with Mr. von Faninal. Central door to the antechamber. Doors left and right. On the right also a big window. On both sides of the center door chairs on the wall. In the rounded corners on each side a small invisible door.

Faninal, Sophie, Marianne Leitmetzerin, the Duenna, the steward, lackeys.

FANINAL
about to say goodbye to Sophie
A serious day, a big day! A day of honor, a holy day!

SOPHIE
kisses his hand

MARIANNE
at the window
The Josef drives ahead with the new Kaross', has sky-blue Vorhäng, four dapple gray are tuned.

DOMO
not without confidences to Faninal
It is high time that your Grace drive. The aristocratic groom's father, says the propriety, must have gone out before the silver rose cavalier advances. It would not be right that they met at the door.
Footmen open the door.

FANINAL
For God's sake. When I return, I will guide your future master by the hand.

MARIANNE
The noble and strict Mr. von Lerchenau!

FANINAL
going

SOPHIE
going ahead, alone

MARIANNE
at the window
Now he enters. The Xaver and Anton jump up the back. The stable pag 'hands Joseph his whip. All windows are full of people.

SOPHIE
In this solemn hour of trial, when you, O my Creator, want to raise me above my merit and bring you to holy wedlock (she has great difficulty in being gathered), I offer you in humility, my heart in humility. To awaken the humility in me, I have to humble myself.

MARIANNE
very excited
Half the city is on the feet. From the seminar the venerables look from the balcony. An old man sits on top of the lantern '.

SOPHIE
collects with difficulty
Humble and consider right: the sin, the guilt, the baseness, the abandonment, the contestation! The mother is dead and I'm all alone. I stand for myself. But marriage is a holy state.

MARIANNE
delighted exclaiming
He comes, he comes in two bodies. The first is four-horse, it's empty. In the second, six-legged, he sits himself, the Rosenkavalier.

SOPHIE
pretty stunned
I never want to take my stand up
Lauffer's voice in front of Octavian's car down the lane: Rofrano, Rofrano!
- take me over.
she can not stand it
What are they calling?

MARIANNE
The name of the Rosenkavalier and all the names of your new princely kinship call out. now the servants rank. The lackeys jump backwards!

The votes of Lauffer to three closer: Rofrano! Rofrano!

SOPHIE
Will they call my 'groom's' name that way when he comes in !?

The voices of Lauffer close under the window: Rofrano! Rofrano!

MARIANNE
very impressed
They break the blow! He gets off! It is laid out entirely in silver, from head to toe. He looks like a holy angel.

Two faninal lackeys have quickly opened the middle door.

SOPHIE
God in heaven! I know, pride is a serious sin. But now I can not humble myself. Now it does not work! Because that is so beautiful, so beautiful!

Meanwhile, Octavian's servants are in his colors: white with pale green. The lackeys, the backs with crooked hungarian sabers on the side, the runners in white sämischem leather with green ostrich feathers. Close behind him a Negro, Octavian's hat, and another lackey, carrying the Safflan case for the silver rose in both hands. Then Octavian, the rose in the right. He approaches Sophie with noble decency, but his boyish face is tense and reddened by his timidity. Sophie is mortally pale with excitement about his appearance and the ceremony. They face each other and, in turn, become even more confused by their embarrassment and beauty.

OCTAVIAN
a little halting
The honor has come to me that I may present the rose of his love to the noble and well-born virgin bride, in my master's name, whose name is given to Lerchenau.

SOPHIE
take the rose
I am very attached to your lover. - I am connected to your lover for all eternity. -
a pause of confusion

SOPHIE
by smelling the rose
Has a strong smell. Like roses, like living ones.

OCTAVIAN
Yes, a drop of Persian rose oil is done in it.

SOPHIE
How heavenly, not terrestrial, like roses from the most holy paradise. Is not he?

OCTAVIAN
she bends over the rose she holds out to him; then he straightens up and looks at her mouth

SOPHIE
It's like a greeting from heaven. It's already too strong for mans to endure. Pull you down as if there were cords around your heart.
quietly
Where have I been before and been so happy?

OCTAVIAN
at the same time with her as unconscious and even quieter
Where have I been before and been so happy?

SOPHIE
with expression
I have to go back there! and I have to die completely on the way! But I do not die. That's a long way. If time and eternity are in a blissful moment, I will never forget it until my death.

OCTAVIAN
at the same time with her
I was a boy, I did not know them yet. Who am I? How do I come to her? How is she coming to me? If I were not a man, my senses would want to go away. This is a blissful moment that I will never forget until my death.

Meanwhile, Octavian's livery stood backwards motionless. Likewise the Faninal's servants with the steward. The footman Octavians now hands over the case to Marianne. Sophie shakes off her immersion and hands Marianne's rose to her sheath. The lackey with the hat approaches Octavian from behind and hands him his hat. Octavian's livery comes to an end, while at the same time Faninal's servants carry three chairs in the middle, two for Octavian and Sophie, one back and one for the Duenna. At the same time, the Faninal steward carries the case with the rose through the door on the right. Immediately the Faninal's servants step off through the middle door. Sophie and Octavian face each other, somewhat back to the commonplace, but self-conscious. They both sit down at a gesture of Sophie's hand, as does the Duenna, at the same moment the steward invisibly closes the door to the right from the outside.

SOPHIE
I already know him well, mon cousin!

OCTAVIAN
She knows me, ma cousin?

SOPHIE
Yes, from the book where the pedigrees are in, the hall of honor of Austria.
I always take this to bed with me in the evening and look for my future, 'count' and princely relatives in it together.

OCTAVIAN
Is that you doing, ma cousin?

SOPHIE
I know how old your lover is: seventeen years and two months. I know all your baptismal names: Octavian, Maria, Ehrenreich, Bonaventura, Fernand, Hyacinth.

OCTAVIAN
I do not even know her that well.

SOPHIE
I still know something.
blushed

OCTAVIAN
What else do you know, tell me, ma cousin.

SOPHIE
without looking at him
Quinquin.

OCTAVIAN
laughs
Do you know the name?

SOPHIE
That is what his good friends and beautiful ladies call him, with whom he is quite good.
little break, with naivety
I'm looking forward to getting married! Is he looking forward to it? Or has He not even thought of it, mon cousin? He thinks: is there any other thing than the single state?

OCTAVIAN
softly while she speaks!
How beautiful she is!

SOPHIE
Of course, He is a man, there He is, what He remains. But I need a man to be something. For that I am very indebted to the man.

OCTAVIAN
as above
God, how beautiful and good she is. She makes me very confused.

SOPHIE
I will not do him any shame and my rank and precedence. If someone who thinks better than me, deny him at a childbirth or corpse, I will, if need be, slap her with a slap in the face to show that I am the nobler and prefer to accept everything as insult or adultery.

OCTAVIAN
lively
How can you only think that you will meet her with impunity, because you will always be the most beautiful, the most beautiful.

SOPHIE
Does he laugh at me, mon cousin?

OCTAVIAN
How do you think that of me?

SOPHIE
He may laugh at me if he wants. From him I will gladly let everything happen to me, because I never liked a young gentleman from near or far like him. But now comes my Mr. Future.

The door backwards opens. All three rise. Sophie and Marianne step to the right. Octavian left front. Faninal leads the Baron ceremoniously across the threshold and towards Sophie by giving him the lead. The Lerchenausche livery follows at every turn: first the almoner with the son and Leibkammerdiener. Then the body-hunter follows with a similar rascal, who wears a band-aid over his chosen nose, and two more of the same kind, put into the livery from the turnip field. Everyone wears like her Mr. Myrtensträusschen. The two Faninal messengers remain in the background.

FANINAL
I present Your Grace Dero Future.

BARON
make the reverence, then Faninal
Deliciously! Make my compliments to him.
he kisses Sophie's hand, as if testing
A fine wrist. I hold that much. Is among bourgeois a rare distinction.

OCTAVIAN
in an undertone
It gets hot and cold.

FANINAL
Allow me to be the faithful maid Marianne Leitmetzerin -
Presenting Marianne, who kinks three times deep

BARON
by unwillingly beckoning
Let him get away. Greetings now my Lord Rosenkavalier with me.

He joins Octavian with Faninal, in reverence Octavian replies. The Lerchenausche entourage finally comes to a halt after almost knocking over Sophie, retreating a few steps to the right backwards.

SOPHIE
with Marianne right, half aloud
What are these manners? Is there a light pipe exchanger and does he feel like he has bought me?

MARIANNE
as well
A gentleman has just a casual, affable behavior. Imagine who he is and what he does to you, so the faxes will go straight away.

BARON
while performing to Faninal
Is even astonished how the young gentleman looks like something similar. Has a bastard, quite a saubres, to sister.
Plump confidentially
Is not a secret among persons of state. Have it from the princess's own mouth, and because the Faninal belongs, so to speak, now to the kinship! Do not worry about it, Rofrano, that your father was a string maker, is in good company, the same Marchese. I myself do not exclude myself. See, lover, look at the Langen, the blond, back there. I do not want to point him with my fingers, but he stands out with a noble countenance. But is a very special guy. Do not say anything, because I'm the father, but it has a lot of fuss behind the ears.

SOPHIE
Meanwhile
Now he lets me stand like that, the rough thing. And that's my future. And he is also puffy, oh my God!

MARIANNE
Well, if he does not like you from the beginning, you virgin haughty, look at him from backwards, you'll see what you'll like already.

SOPHIE
I want to know what I'm going to see there.

MARIANNE
you mocking her
I want to know what I'm going to see. That it is an imperial treasurer whom your patron saint gave you as husband. You can see that with a look.

The steward is binding on the Lerchenausch people and leads them off. Similarly, the Faninal livery leaves except for two who serve wine and sweets.

FANINAL
to the baron
Maybe now? - is an old Tokay.
Octavian and Baron serve each other.

BARON
Brav, Faninal, He knows what belongs. Serves an old Tokay to a young girl. I'm satisfied with him.
to Octavian
If those petty nobility always have to show that they are not allowed to watch for us, there must always be something of condescension.

OCTAVIAN
spitzig
I have to admire your lovers very much. Have really big world manners. Could you introduce an ambassador today or tomorrow.

BARON
tough
I'll get the girl now. Let's fool conversation now so I can see how it's fogged.
Go over, take Sophie by the hand, carry her with her

BARON
Eh bien! Now chatter us, me and my cousin Taverl. Tell 'em what you're most looking forward to in the Eh'.
sits down, wants to pull her half on his lap

SOPHIE
eludes him
Where does He think?

BARON
comfortable
Pah! Where I stand! If you come very close to me, then I want to tell you where I am from.
same game, Sophie eludes him more violently

BARON
comfortable
Would you be easy to pronounce the Zeromoniemeister against you? With "mille pardons" and "devotion" and "walk away" and "have respect"?

SOPHIE
Truly and yes I like that better!

BARON
laughing
Me neither! There you see! Not at all for me either! Am quite a devoted honest liberal gallantry.

FANINAL
after offering Octavian the second chair, which the latter refuses, for himself
How is I? There sits a Lerchenau and caressing in respectability my Sopherl, as if she had already dared him. And there stands a Rofrano, just as it should be - a Count Rofrano, otherwise nothing - the brother of the Marchese Obersttruchsess.

OCTAVIAN
angry with yourself
He's a guy I'd like to meet with my sword when no watchman hears him screaming. yes, that's all I want.

SOPHIE
to the baron
Oh, let him, we are not so familiar!

BARON
to Sophie
Are you easily surrounded by the cousin Taverl? You are wrong. Listen, in Paris, where the high school is for manners, nothing is free that happens among young spouses, for which invitations are not allowed to be watched, indeed, to the king himself.
He becomes more and more tender, she hardly knows how to help.

FANINAL
for themselves
If only the wall of glass were there, that all bourgeois jealousy of Vienna could see us sitting together in this en famille together! For that I want to give my Lerchenfelder Eckhaus, my soul!

OCTAVIAN
angry
That I have to see the man's picture, so cheeky, so outrageous with her. Can I get out and get away from here!

BARON
to Sophie
Just let the rip-offs! Does it belong to me? It's all right! Be good! Everything goes like the Schnürl!
half to herself, she kajolierend
All my crowds! Shoulders like a Henderl! Hundsmager still - that does not matter, but knows with a shine on how I ästimier him! I've got a Lerchenauisch luck!

SOPHIE
breaks free and stomps on

BARON
happily
Is she a right capricorn skull?
on and on her
Are you even putting your blood in your cheeks, burning your hand?

SOPHIE
red and pale with anger
Let Him shake it off!

OCTAVIAN
in mute rage, crushes the glass he holds in his hand and throws the pieces to the ground

MARIANNE
Grace runs over to Octavian, picking up the pieces and whispering to him with delight
Is quite a family man, the Mr. Baron! Man delights himself, what he has all for ideas, the baron!

BARON
close to Sophie
I do not care about that! Could not make me half so happy with meekness and tenderness, my soul!

SOPHIE
sharp, in the face
I do not think that I will make him happy!

BARON
cozy
She will do it, whether she thinks about it or not.

OCTAVIAN
to himself, pale with anger
Get out! Get out! and no goodbye! Otherwise I do not stand for that I do not do something confused! Out of these rooms! Only out!

Meanwhile the notary has entered with the clerk, introduced by Faninals steward. He informs the gentleman of Faninal quietly, - Faninal goes back to the notary, talks to him and sees through a file written by the scribe.

SOPHIE
between the teeth
No man has never led such speeches to me! Would like to know what He thinks of me and Him? What is He to me?

BARON
cozy
Will come overnight that you will know very gently what I am to her. Whatever the song means - does she know the song? Lalalala -
pretty soulful
How I will be yours! With me, with me no chamber you too small, without me, without me every day bothered you so,
cheeky and clumsy
with me, with me no night you too long?

SOPHIE
as he presses her closer, breaks free and pushes him back violently

MARIANNE
hurrying to her
Is quite a family man, the Mr. Baron! Man delights himself, what he has all 'for incidents'!
convulsively talking into Sophie
What he's all for, Mr Baron!

OCTAVIAN
without looking, and yet he sees everything that goes on
I stand on glowing coals! I'm driving out of my skin! I'll shed all my sins in this one hour!

BARON
for himself, very happy
Truly and yes, I'm just lucky! There is nothing in the world that enflammiert me so vehemently and rejuvenated as like a real defiance!
as soon as he sees the notary, eagerly to Sophie, without suspecting what is going on in her
There are shops there now, have to dispense me: I am of importance there. Meanwhile, the cousin Taverl makes your company!

FANINAL
If it were right now, Herr Schwiegersohn!

BARON
zealously
Of course it's left to you.
in passing to Octavian, whom he touches confidentially
Do not mind if you want to make her awe, cousin, now or in the future. Is still a right-touch-not-on. Consider it beneficial the more it is degoured. It's like a young, unbroken horse. It will all benefit the betrothed of late, if he knows how to harness his privilege.

He goes to the left. The servant, who let in the notary, meanwhile opened the door on the left. Faninal and the notary start to go inside. The baron measures Faninal's gaze and tells him to take three steps. Faninal submits back. The Baron takes the lead, making sure Faninal is three paces away, and leaves gravely through the door on the left. Faninal behind him, then the notary, then the scribe. The servant closes the door on the left and goes off, but leaves the hinged door open to the auditorium. The serving servant left earlier.

SOPHIE
right, is confused and ashamed

MARIANNE
beside her, bend to the door until she closes

OCTAVIAN
with a look behind him, to be certain that the others have left, step quickly over to Sophie, trembling with excitement
Will you marry the man, ma cousine?

SOPHIE
take a step towards him, softly
Not around the world!
with a view of the Duenna
My God, if I were alone with Him I could ask Him! that I could ask Him!

OCTAVIAN
soft, fast
What is it that you would like to ask me for? Tell me quickly!

SOPHIE
one step closer to him
Oh my God, that He helps me! And He will not want to help me because it's his cousin.

OCTAVIAN
violently
Call him cousin out of courtesy; God be praised and thankful, have never seen him in life before yesterday!

Across the antechamber some of the maids of the house flee, where the lark-ridden servants are at their heels. The body-lakai and the one with the bandage on his nose are chasing after a pretty young girl and cornering her almost on the threshold of the salon.

THE FANINAL HOUSEHOUSE MASTER
comes in disturbed
The Lerchenaui are drunk with brandy and go on the servants twenty times worse than Turks and Croats!

MARIANNE
Let's get it from our people, where are they?
Run off with the steward, they snatch their prey from the two intrusive and lead the girl off; Everything is lost, the auditorium remains empty.

SOPHIE
now that she is unobserved, in a free voice
To Him would I have a reason, mon cousin, as to no one in the world, that He could help me if He only had the good will!

OCTAVIAN
First you have to help yourself, then I'll help her too. Do this for yourself, then I'll do something for you!

SOPHIE
trusting, almost tender
What is this, what I have to do first?

OCTAVIAN
quietly
That will probably know you!

SOPHIE
his eyes fixed on him
And what is what He wants to do for me? Now tell me!

OCTAVIAN
determined
Now you have to stand alone for us two!

SOPHIE
As? For us? Oh, say it again.

OCTAVIAN
quietly
For us!

SOPHIE
with surrendered delight
I did not hear something beautiful in life!

OCTAVIAN
stronger
For you and me you have to fight back and stay -

SOPHIE
Stay?

OCTAVIAN
What she is.

SOPHIE
He takes his hand, bends over it, kisses her quickly, before he can take it from her, he kisses her on the mouth

OCTAVIAN
by holding her in her arms, clinging to him tenderly
With eyes filled with tears, she comes to me to complain. With fear she has to lean against me, her poor heart is quite despondent. And now I have to show you as your friend and I do not know how! I am so blessed, so peculiar, that I may keep you; Give an answer, but give it with silence: Did you come to me that way? Yes or no? Yes or no? You do not have to say it in words - did you like to do it? Say, or just out of necessity? Just out of necessity so everything brought to me, your heart, your lovely face? Tell me, is not it you, that somewhere in some beautiful dream that was already like that? Do you feel it like me? Say'; Do you feel it like me? My heart and soul will stay with her, where she goes and stands, for all eternity.

SOPHIE
at the same time to him
I want to hide from Him and know nothing more about the world. If He keeps me so in His arms nothing ugly can scare me. I want to stay there, there! And keep silent, and whatever happens to me ', safe as the bird in the branches, stand still and feel: He is near! I should be afraid and anxious in the heart, instead I feel only joy and bliss and no anguish, I could not say it in words! Did I do anything wrong? I was in distress! He was close to me! There it was His face, His eyes young and light, on which I judge myself, His dear face, and since then I know nothing more of me. Just stay with me, o stay with me. - He must grant me his protection, what he will, I will be able to do; Just stay with me. He has to grant me his protection -

From the doors in the back corners Valzacchi on the left, and Annina on the right, gliding silently out. Silently they creep, slowly, on their toes closer. Octavian pulls Sophie close, kisses her mouth; At that moment the Italians are close behind them, crouching behind the armchairs; now they leap forward, Annina grabs Sophie, Valzacchi sums up Octavian.

VALZACCHI AND ANNINA
screaming to two
Mr. Baron von Lerchenau! - Baron von Lerchenau! -

OCTAVIAN
jumps to the left

VALZACCHI
He has trouble keeping him breathless to Annina
Run and 'ole His grace! Snell, just snell, ik has to 'old this' err!

ANNINA
If I let the girls out, run them away!

TO TWO
Mr. Baron von Lerchenau, Mr. Baron von Lerchenau! Come see the Miss Bride! MiteinejungeKavalier! Come in hurry, come here! Ecco!

Baron steps out of the door on the left. The Italians let go of their victims, jump aside, bow to the baron with meaningful gestures.

SOPHIE
nestles anxiously to Octavian

BARON
the arms crossed over the chest, the group looks at each other. Ominous break
Eh bien, Mamsell, what has she got to tell me?

SOPHIE
is silent

BARON
which is not at all out of order
Well, make up your mind!

SOPHIE
My God, what shall I say, He will not understand me!

BARON
cozy
We will see that!

OCTAVIAN
take a step towards the baron
I just have to tell your lovers that something important has changed in the matter!

BARON
cozy
Changed? Well, not that I do not know

OCTAVIAN
That's why He should know it now! The Miss -

BARON
He is not lazy! He knows how to profit, with his seventeen years'! I have to congratulate him!

OCTAVIAN
The Miss -

BARON
half to himself
I'm fine, I see myself! Must laugh about the Filou, the poodle boy.

OCTAVIAN
The Miss -

BARON
Egg! She is probably dumb and has hired him for her lawyer!

OCTAVIAN
The Miss -
He pauses again, as if to let Sophie speak.

SOPHIE
fearful
No! No! I will not open my mouth. He speaks for me!

OCTAVIAN
determined
The Miss -

BARON
mocking him
The Miss, the Miss! The Miss! The Miss! Is a cruiser comedy really true! now he echappier himself, otherwise my patience rips.

OCTAVIAN
very determined
The Miss, in short, the Miss does not like Him.

BARON
cozy
Be he out of his mind. Will already learn to like me.
to Sophie too
Come in there now: it will be right up to you to sign.

SOPHIE
receding
At no price I go in His hand! How can a gentleman be so without delicacy!

OCTAVIAN
now very sharp between the other two and the door left
Does he understand German: the Miss has resolved. It wants to leave your graces unmarried in time and eternity

BARON
with the air of a man in a hurry
Mancari! Maidenred 'is not haunted and not stung! Forgive me now!
take her by the hand

OCTAVIAN
standing wide before the door
If only so much in him is of a cavalier, then he will probably be satisfied with what he has heard from me!

BARON
pretend he did not hear him, to Sophie
Just congratulate me for putting an eye on it! That may tell you what a cavalier is!
He makes a show of passing Octavian with her.

OCTAVIAN
beats his sword
Surely there will be a means to mean one's peers!

BARON
Sophie does not let go, she now pushes against the door
Hardly egg, would not know!

OCTAVIAN
losbrechend
I do not mind him for a cavalier!

BARON
with grandeur
Truly, I would not know that He respected me, and would not be related, it would be hard for me now, that I would not cross over with Him!
He makes a show of leading Sophie with seeming disrespect to the center door, after the Italians gave him vivid signs to take this path.
Come on! Go over to the Father over there! Is already the closer way!

OCTAVIAN
I hope, He is now with me behind the house, there is a fairly comfortable garden.

BARON
continues on his way, with mock innocence, to guide Sophie by the hand to that direction, striving over her shoulder
Beware. I would not like it now. Do not wait for all the notary. Would be an affront to the virgin bride!

OCTAVIAN
grab him by the sleeve
By Satan, He has a thick skin! Even there the door does not happen to me! I shout it to him now in. His face: I respect him for a Filou, a dowry hunter, a cunning liar and a dirty farmer, a dude without decency and honor! And if it must be, I'll give him the instruction in the spot!

SOPHIE
broke away from the baron and jumped behind Octavian. They are on the left, pretty much in front of the door.

BARON
puts two fingers in the mouth and does a shrill whistle. Then:
What a boy like that in Vienna at the age of seventeen has already made a foolish speech!
He looks around for the center door.
But God be praised, one knows in this city the man who stands before him, hold up to imperial majesty! You're just what you are, and you do not have to prove it. Let Him be told and give me the way there.
The Lerchenausche livery is fully deployed in the middle door; he makes sure of it by looking backwards. He is now moving against the two, determined to seize Sophia and the outcome.
I'm really sorry if my people back there -

OCTAVIAN
angry
Ah, if he were in the position of interfering with his servants in our quarrel! Now, He or gnad, take Him to God!
he pulls

The Lerchenauschen, which had already advanced a few steps, are by this sight reasonably undecided and stop their advance.

BARON
Take a step to seize Sophia

OCTAVIAN
yells at him
Satan, pull 'He or I stab' him down!

SOPHIE
Oh God, what's going to happen now?

BARON
retreats something
In front of a lady, yuck! So he was clever!

OCTAVIAN
Angrily drives at him

BARON
pulls, falls awkwardly and already has the tip of Octavian's sword in the upper arm. The Lerchenauschen rush forward.

BARON
by dropping the sword
Murder! Murder! My blood! Help! Killer! Killer! Killer!

The servants rush all at once to Octavian. He jumps over to the right and holds her back, letting his sword swirl around him with lightning speed. The almoner, Valzacchi and Annina, rush to the baron, whom they support and settle on one of the chairs in the middle.

BARON
surrounded by them and pretended to the public
I have a hot blood! To doctors' to canvas! Association here! To police! I'm bleeding to one, two, three! Stop that! To police! To police!

THE LARGE SHAKE
by invading Octavian with more ostentation than determination
The skin's z'samm! the haut's z'samml Spiderweb'her! Tinder! Get rid of the spadi! Beat him dead in the spot!

All Faninal's servants, including the female housewife, kitchen staff, stable-bellmen have streamed in to the middle door.

ANNINA
towards her, haranguing
The young cavalier and the Miss Bride, understand? were already quite familiar in secret, right?

Valzacchi and the almoner pull out his skirt for the baron, who is constantly groaning.

THE FANINAL SERVICE
G'stochen is one? Who? That one? The strange gentleman? Which one? the groom? Pack the Duellant z'samm! Which is the duelist? The one in the white G'wand! Who? The Rosenkavalier?
Because of what? Because of her! Tackled! Ni.ederg'haut! Because of the bride? Because of the love! Mad hate is! Show off the girls, look how pale they are!

MARIANNE
paves the way to the baron; all surround the baron in dense groups
Such a nice gentleman! Such a big mishap! Such a heavy blow! Such a day of misfortune!

OCTAVIAN
by keeping his attackers at bay
Whoever comes too close to me learns to pray! I can represent what happened there!

SOPHIE
left front
Everything goes through each other '! It was awful, like lightning, as he had forced it! I feel only his hand, which has embraced me! I feel nothing of fear, I feel nothing of pain, only the fire, his gaze through and through, to the heart!

THE LARGE SHAKE
have let go of Octavian and go on the maids who are standing next to
them. Make bandage! Make scraps out of the robe! Forward, no Spanponaden! Canvas for His Grace!

SOPHIE
Octavian desperately calling
dearest!

OCTAVIAN
Sophie desperately calling her
love!

The larkers make an attempt to seize the shirts of the younger and prettier maids for this purpose. Melee, until Faninal begins. At that moment, the Duenna, who had fallen away, comes back, breathless, laden with canvas; behind her two maids with sponge and water basin. They surround the Baron with zealous help. Faninal rushes in to the door on the left, behind him the notary and the scribe, who stop anxiously in the doorway.

BARON
one hears his voice without seeing much of it
I can see every blood flow calmly, but only mine! Oh! Oh!

shouting at Duenna So do something, so save my life! Oh! Oh!


Sophie, as she sees her father, has run to the right front, standing next to Octavian, who is now inserting his sword.

ANNINA
knitting and eagerly to Faninal left front
The young cavalier and the Miss Bride, graces, were already quite familiar in secret, Graces! We are full of zeal for Mr. Baron, graces, they have entered in all devotion, graces!

MARIANNE busy
for the Baron.
Such a jolly gentleman! Such a big mishap, such a heavy blow, such a bad day!

FANINAL initially speechless, now claps
his hands over his head and breaks out
Mr. son-in-law! How is it for him? my Lord and Savior! That it had to happen in my palace! Run around the Medikus! Flown! My ten expensive horse 'rushed to death! yes, no one of my livery has intervened! I fudge it a shock tree-long lacquers that such a shame must happen to me in my neuch city palace! Toward
Octavian
I should be well advised by your lover of another decency!

BARON
groaning
Oh!Ohl

FANINAL
again to him
Oh!for the beautiful, generous blood that runs down to the floor! O pooh! Such an ordinary butcher!

BARON
Have such a young and heated blood, do not breastfeed! Oh!

FANINAL
on Octavian going off, doggedly
, I was truly looking forward to another joy from your beloved noble presence.

OCTAVIAN
courteous
He has to sign me off. Am except masses very sad about the incident. But I'm out of debt. At a more remote time your lover will probably hear the story of your Miss Daughter's mouth.

FANINAL (controlling
himself with difficulty
) I would like to ask very much!

SOPHIE
determined
As you command, father. I'll tell you everything. The Lord there did not behave as he should.

FANINAL
angry
Who are you talking about? From your master in the future? I do not want to hope I would not be in style.

SOPHIE
calm
Is not the case. Do not look at him for that.

The doctor comes, is immediately led to the baron.

FANINAL
always angry
Does not look at him?

SOPHIE
Not anymore. Ask for mercy.

FANINAL at
first muffled,
do not look at him. No more. Me for pardon. Is there stung
sneering
Stands with her. Boy.
emanating
embarrassment. Divide my Eh ', all the jealousy of the Wieden and Leimgrub'n on! in the height! The medicus! Maybe die from me.
on Sophie in the highest rage
you marry him!
On Octavian, the respect for Count Rofrano diminishes his rudeness to a crunching courtesy. May
have asked your lover quite in his devotion to hurry away from here and never reappear!
to Sophie
Listen to me! She married him! And if he bleeds to death, marry him as a dead man!

The doctor shows through a reassuring gesture that the wounded person is in no danger. Octavian looks for his hat, which had fallen under the feet of the servants. A maid gives him his hat knitting. Faninal bowed to Octavian, exaggeratedly polite but unequivocal. Octavian must go, but would like to say a word to Sophie. He replies at first Faninals bow by an equally deep compliment.

SOPHIE
hurries to say the following as long as Octavian can hear it. With a reverence
marriage 'the Lord is not alive and not dead! Lock me up in my room first!

FANINAL
in anger, and after making a furious bow to Octavian again, Octavian replies promptly
Ah!Lock yourself up. There are enough people in the house to carry you in cars.

SOPHIE Jump
out of the car that leads me to church!

FANINAL with the same game between her and Octavian, who always takes a step towards the exit, but can not shake
off Sophie at this moment
Ah!Jump out of the car! Well, I'm sitting next to you and I'll hold you!

SOPHIE
with a new Knicks
Give the priest at the altar No instead of yes to the answer!

The steward meanwhile makes people cede. The stage empties. Only the Lerchenau people stay behind with their master.

FANINAL
with the same game
Ah!Give no instead yes to the answer. I'm stuck in a monastery, stante pede! March! Me from my eyes! Dear today than tomorrow! For lifetime!

SOPHIE
startled
I beg you for pardon! I'm not a bad kid! Just forgive me this once!

FANINAL
keeps his ears in rage
For life! For lifetime!

OCTAVIAN
swift, half- hearted Just be
calm, dearest, to everything! She hears from me 1

Duenna pushes Octavian to leave.

FANINAL
For life!

DUENNA
pulls Sophie with her.
Just look out of her father's eyes!
pulls her out the door and closes the

FANINAL door
hurry to the baron
I'm overjoyed! Must embrassieren your lover!

BARON
hugging his arm when he hugged him
Oh! Oh!Jesus, Marial

FANINAL
to the right in a new rage
Luderei! To the monastery!
to the middle door
A prison! For lifetime!

BARON
Is good! Is good! A drink of what to drink!

FANINAL
A wine? A beer? A hippocampus with ginger?

DOCTOR
makes a fearful gesture of refusal

FANINAL
wailing
So one Lord prepare miserable! In my city palace! She marries him the sooner! Am man enough?

BARON
frosted
Is good, is good!

FANINAL
to the door on the left, in blazing fury
Am man enough!
To the Baron
Kisses Him the hand for His goodness and forbearance. Heard it all in the house. I run - I take it to him -
to the left
a monastery is too good!
to Baron
Sei'n except Sorg '.
very submissive knows
what I owe him satisfaction.
Goes off quickly. Likewise duenna and maids go off. The two Italians have already slipped away during the above.

BARON
half erect
. What a cavalier can happen to all in this Viennese city! Would not my taste here - there is one too much in God's hand, would rather be at home!

A servant has come to serve a pot of wine.

BARON
wants to drink, so he makes a movement that causes him pain
Oh! Oh! Satan! Oh! Oh!Sakerments-cursed boy, just dry behind his ear, waving a spadi!
in ever greater rage
Wällischer Hundsbub 'das! I should just catch you. I'll lock you up in kennels, by my soul, in the chicken coop! In pigmeat! Get ready! Shall all the angels sing?
to the Faninal's servant
He's just giving one, fast!

THE LACK OF BOOBS
muffled
If I catch you, you're lying under the table. Wait, I judge you, Wishful Filou!

The doctor gives him a present and presents the cup.

BARON
after drinking, in a gradually better mood
And yet, must laugh, as imagined by such a Loder at the age of seventeen the world: means, God knows how he kontueveniert me. Haha!The reverse has also happened! Do not want all that, that I would not have felt the girl - his rebellious rebellion!
more and more comfortable
There is nothing in the world that enflammiert me so vehemently and rejuvenated as a real defiance.

THE LACK OF BOOBS
muffled Wait
, you're gone, wilder Filou! Wait, you're crazy, God damn you!

BARON
turned to the doctor,
Herr Medicus, let's get ahead of him! Make the bed out of featherbeds. I come'. But first I'm drinking. He only marches meanwhile.

The doctor leaves with the body lakai. Annina came in through the anteroom and crept stealthily upstairs, a letter in her hand.

BARON
quiet in front of him, emptying the second cup
A feather quilt . Two hours to table. For a while. "Without me, without me, every day bothering you so much, with me, with me no night too long. "

Annina turns so that the baron must see her and beckons to him mysteriously with the letter.

BARON
To me?

ANNINA
closer to
the conscious.

BARON
Who is meant by that?

ANNTNA
very close
Only by hand, secretly handing over.

BARON
air there!
The servants step back, take the faninal easily from the wine pot and drink it empty.
Show them the wipe!
tear open the letter with the left. Try to read it by keeping it very far away from you.
Find my glasses in my bag.
suspicious as she prepares to
No!Do not search! Can you read written? There.

ANNINA
takes and reads
»Mr. Cavalier! Tomorrow I would have free. You've already caught me, but I'm sorry for the princely mercy, because I'm still so young. The conscious Mariandel, Kammerzofel and lovers. If Herr Kavalier has already forgotten Nam'nit. I wait for an answer. "

BARON
delighted
you were waiting for an answer. Is all right on the Schnürl as z'Haus and has another chic to do so.
very funny
I've been lucky enough to be an Ierchenian. Come to table, give the answer afterwards in writing.

ANNINA
All right, Herr Kavalier. Do not forget the messenger?

Baron ignoring
her, in front of her.
"Without me, without me every day so long. "

ANNINA
urgent
Do not forget the messenger, Your Grace?

BARON Alright
. "With me, with me no night too long. "

ANNINA
once again makes a gesture of soliciting

BARON
That later. Alls at once. Then finally. They were waiting for an answer! Meanwhile, kick it off. Get a writing tool over to my room over there, that I dictate the answer then.

ANNINA
goes off, not without having displayed a threatening gesture behind the baron back that they would soon take revenge for his avarice

BARON
still doing a last sip, he goes, accompanied by his people, slowly and comfortably his room
"With me, with me no night you too long! "



THIRD ACT

An extra room in an inn. In the background on the left an alcove, in it a bed. The alcove can be closed by a curtain that can be opened and closed. In the middle left a fireplace with fire in it. Above it a mirror. Front left door into the next room. Opposite the fireplace is a table set for two people, on this a large, many-armed candlesticks. In the middle backward door on the corridor. Right next to it a buffet. Right behind a blind window, front right a window on the alley. Candlesticks with candles on the buffet, on the fireplace and on the walls. It burns only ever a candle in the chandeliers on the fireplace. The room half dark. Annina stands there dressed as a lady in mourning. Valzacchi straightens her veil, straightens the dress here and there, steps back, examines her, pulls a Crayon out of her pocket, covers her eyes. The door on the left is carefully opened, a head appears, disappears again, then a not quite harmless-looking, but respectably dressed old woman slips in, silently opens the door and respectfully enters Octavian, in women's clothes, with a bonnet, as the bourgeois wear it ,

Octavian, the old man behind him, approaching the other two, are immediately noticed by Valzacchi, who pauses in his work and bows to Octavian. Annina does not immediately recognize the disguised, she can not believe it, then bend deeply. Octavian reaches into his pocket, not like a lady, but like a gentleman, and one sees that he wears men's clothes and riding boots under the hoop skirt, but without spurs) and throws Valzacchi a purse.

Valzacchi and Annina kiss his hands, Annina is still judging on Octavian's scarf. Meanwhile, five suspicious gentlemen have taken precautionary measures. Valzacchi winks at her to wait. They are near the door. A clock strikes half. Valzacchi draws his watch, shows Octavian: it's high time. Octavian hurries left, followed by the old man, who is his companion. Annina goes to the mirror (all with caution, avoiding any noise), arranges herself, then pulls out a note from which she seems to learn her role. Valzacchi, meanwhile, takes the suspects forward, gesturing with caution. The suspects follow him on his toes towards the middle. It means one to follow one another: silently, quite silently. Lead him to the wall on the right, silently open a trapdoor not far from the set table, let the man descend, and close the trapdoor again. Then he waves two to himself, sneaks ahead of them to the front door, pokes his head out, makes sure no one is watching, waves the two to him, lets them out there. Then he closes the door, leads the last two gently to the door to the next room, pushes them out. Waving Annina to her, quietly left with her, the door silently closing behind him. He comes in again, claps his hands. The one hiding man stands out half-way out of the ground. At the same time, heads appear above the bed and elsewhere. At Valzacchi's suggestion they disappear just as suddenly, the secret sliding doors close without a sound. Valzacchi looks again at the clock, goes backwards, opens the front door, then he pulls out a lighter and begins eagerly to light the candles on the table. A waiter and a waiter boy come running with two sticks for candle lighting. Light the candlesticks on the fireplace, on the buffet, then the numerous wall arms. You left the door open behind you, you can hear dance music playing in the anteroom (in the background). Valzacchi hurries to the middle door, opens the second wing with due effort, jumps aside in bowing.

Baron Ochs appears, his arm in his sling, Octavian on his left, behind him the body-lakai. Baron examines the room. Octavian looks around, walks to the mirror, straightens his hair. Baron notices the waiter and waiter boys who want to light more candles, beckons them, they should let it. In their zeal, they do not notice it.

BARON
Impatiently, he tears the waiter boy off the chair he climbed on and puts out some of the candles that are burning first. Valzacchi discreetly shows the baron the alcove and the bed through a crack in the curtain. The landlord with several waiters hurries to greet the distinguished guest.

HOST
Do your graces have even wider orders?

WAITER
Command more lights?

HOST
A bigger room?

WAITER
Order more lights on the table? More silver?

BARON
Verschwindt's! Makes me Madel net crazy! What does the music want? Did not order her.
extinguishes more candles

HOST
Maybe you can hear them closer? In the foyer there as Tafelmusi.

BARON
Let him do the music where she is.
notice the window to the right backwards in the back of the set table
What is that window for?

HOST
A blind window only.
bows
Is it allowed to be applied?
All five waiters want to hurry.

BARON
Stop, what are the cockchafers doing there?

WAITER
at the door
Servier'n, Your Grace.

BARON
beckons
Do not need no one.
when they do not go, violently
Grab it! Serve my valet there. I pour myself. Does He understand?
Valzacchi means to respect the will of His Grace without a word. Push everyone out the door.

BARON
extinguish a number of candles again, with some difficulty burning the high wall, to Valzacchi
He is a good guy. If he helps me to print the bill down, something falls off for him. I'm sure a torture money here.
Valzacchi bowed - Octavian is ready now.

BARON
take him to the table, they sit down

The lackey at the buffet looks on with unabashed curiosity to the development of the tête-à-tête, puts decanters with wine from the buffet on the dining table. Baron pours. Octavian sips. Baron kisses Octavian's hand. Octavian shakes his hand. Baron waves to the lackeys, has to repeat it several times until the minions finally leave.

OCTAVIAN
pushes his glass back
No no no no! I do not drink wine.

BARON
Go, Herzerl, what? Do not make any faxes. .

OCTAVIAN
No, no, no, no, I'll stay there.
jump up, pretend to leave

BARON
grabs her with his left
She makes me desperate.

OCTAVIAN
I already know what you think. Oh, you bad sir!

BARON
very loud
Saperdipix! I swear by my patron saint!

OCTAVIAN
he is very frightened, runs as if he were mistaken, instead of the door to the alcove, pulls the curtain apart, sees the bed. Device in excessive amazement, comes back very affected on the toes.
Jesus Mary, is a bed in there, a big mess. Yes mei, who is sleeping?

BARON
lead him back to the table
That will see you already. now come on. Sit down nicely. Come whoever with'n food. Is not she hungry?
puts her hand around her waist

OCTAVIAN
Throws the baron languishing glances
Alas, where you are but to do a bridegroom.
ward him off

BARON
Oh, let's just say the stupid word! She has a gentleman in front of her and no soap boiler: a gentleman leaves everything that does not conquer him out there at the door. Here no bridegroom and no maidservant does not sit: here sits a lover at the supper with his most beautiful.
she pulls herself

OCTAVIAN
leans back coquettishly in the armchair, with half-closed eyes

BARON
rises, the moment for the first kiss seems to come to him. As his face is very close to his partner, his likeness to Octavian comes to him suddenly. He drives back and involuntarily reaches for the wounded arm.
Is a face! Damn it! Follow me so waking up and in the dream!

OCTAVIAN
opens his eyes and looks at him cheekily and coquettishly
What does He mean?

BARON
You look like one, a goddamn guy!

OCTAVIAN
Ah go! I did not hear that!

BARON
Now reassured that it is the maid, forces herself to smile. But the shock is not quite out of his limbs. He has to draw air and the kiss remains deferred. The man under the trapdoor opens too early and comes to light.

OCTAVIAN
sitting across from him waving zealously to disappear. The man disappears immediately. Baron, who, to shake off the unpleasant impression of himself, has taken a few steps and wants to wrap her around and kiss her from behind, just sees the man. He is frightened, pointing.

OCTAVIAN
as he did not understand
What about him?

BARON
pointing to the place where the apparition disappeared
What was that? Did not you see that?

OCTAVIAN
There is nothing.

BARON
There is nothing?
now again scowling at her face
So? And there is nothing there?
He runs his hand over her face

OCTAVIAN
There's my eye.

BARON
Breathing hard, pour yourself a glass of wine
There is your vision - and there is nothing - it seems to me that I have the congestion.
He struggles, he feels anxious. The door opens, you can hear the music outside again. The footman comes and serves.

OCTAVIAN
very soft
The beautiful music!

BARON
very loud again
Is my body song, does she know that?

OCTAVIAN
listen to the music
You have to cry.

BARON
What?

OCTAVIAN
Because it's so beautiful.

BARON
What, cry? Not bad. You must be cross-loving, the music goes into the blood.
sentimental
Feel it now -
beckons the footman to go off
on the last one, you can feel it,
that you can make everything out of me,
what you want.

THE LAKAI
hesitantly leaves, opens the door again, looks in with insolent curiosity, and disappears completely only after a new violent hint from the baron

OCTAVIAN
leaning back, as if speaking to himself, with unmitigated sadness
It is anyway as one, it is anyway as one, what still desires a heart so jach.
while the Baron takes her hand
Go, it's all worth it.

BARON
lets her hand go
Egg, how? It is well worth the effort.

OCTAVIAN
always melancholy, throws the baron languishing glances
As the hour goes by, as the wind blows, so we are soon gone every two. People sin'ma stop.
languishing look at the baron
Do not straighten out with G'walt, no one cries after us, net you and net me.

BARON
Does wine always make you that way? Is not it your bodice that prints on your heart.

OCTAVIAN
with eyes closed, gives no answer

BARON
Get up and try to tie her bodice up
now it's freeing me a bit hot.
Quickly he takes off his wig and seeks a place to put it down. In doing so, he sees a face that shows itself again in the alcove and stares at him. The face disappears immediately. He says to himself: Kongestionen! and dispels the horror, but it must wipe the forehead. Now sees again the maiden willlessly as if sitting with loose limbs. This is stronger than anything, and he approaches her tenderly. He thinks he sees Octavian's face close to his, and he drives back again. Mariandl barely touches. Once again the baron scares off the fright, forcing cheerfulness back into his face, when his eye falls again on a strange head, which stares out of the wall. Now he is terribly scared, he screams dully, takes the table bell and swinging it like crazy.
Here and there and there and there!
Suddenly the supposedly blind window opens. Annina in black mourning clothes appears and points with outstretched arms at the baron.

BARON
out of fear
Here and there and there and there!
seeks to cover his back

ANNINA
He is it! It is my husband! He is it!
disappears

BARON
fearful
What's that?

OCTAVIAN
The room is bewitched.
beats a cross

ANNINA
followed by the schemer, who apparently tries to keep her from the landlord and three waiters, rushes in to the middle door, - she uses the Bohemian-German accent, but educated speech.
It's my husband, I'll put a damper on him! God is my witness, you are my witnesses! Dish! High authority! The Empress must give it to me again!

BARON
to the host
What does the woman want from me, Herr Wirt! What does he want there and who and who?
pointing in all directions
The devil frequentier 'His goddamn extra room!

ANNINA
He dares to deny me, ah! Pretend that he does not know me!

BARON
A cold compress has been laid on her head, she holds with her left hand, then goes close to the waiters, the landlord, and finally to Annina, she scrutinizes very sharply, in order to become aware of her reality
Is also alive!
throw away the compress. Very determined
I have, God knows, never seen the furniture!
to the host
Debarassier 'he me and let him continue! I've just entered his Beisl for the last time.

ANNINA
as though she first discovered the presence of Octavian
Ah! It's true what I've been told, he wants to marry a second time, the Infame, a second innocent girl the way I was!

HOST
frightened

WAITER
Oh, your grace!

BARON
Am I in a fool tower? Cross member!
shakes vigorously with the left Valzacchi, who stands next to him
Am I the baron of Lerchenau or am I not? Am I with me?
moves his finger into the light
Is that a candle?
beats the napkin through the air
Is that a serviette?

ANNINA
Yes, yes, it is you and so true, as it is you, so am I. And you recognize me well, consider Leupold: Anton von Lerchenau, a higher man judges you there!
At first she is terribly frightened that she is interrupted in her salutation, but summarizes quickly

BARON
stares at her stunned
Looks familiar.
looks again at Octavian
Have double faces all together.

HOST
The poor woman baroness!

WAITER
The poor woman, the poor woman baroness!

FOUR KIDS
between four and ten years rush in too early and toward the baron
Father! Father! Father!

ANNINA
Do you hear the voice of your blood? Children, raise your hands to him!

BARON
Angrily, with a napkin he pulls from the table, beats after the children; to the host
Debarassier 'He me from those, from, from, from, from, from!
pointing in all directions. Meanwhile, Valzaechi quietly to Octavian

OCTAVIAN
to Valzacchi
Does anyone immediately go to fetch the Faninal?

VALZACCHI
quietly
Immediately in the beginning. Will be there immediately.

HOST
quietly in the back of the baron
Keep to graces, do not go too far, could be quite evil consequences g'spürenl Bitterböse!

BARON
What? I sense something? From the furniture there? Never touched it, not with the Feuerzang '!

ANNINA
cries out loud
Aah!

HOST
as above
Bigamy is no fun, it's a capital offense!

VALZACCHI
quietly to the baron
Ik rat 'Your Grace, be vorsiktig, the moral police are not tolerant!

BARON
The bigamie? The moral police?
imitating the voices of the children
Dad, dad?
attacks his head like a lost one, then angry
Throw out the mourning horse! Who? What? He does not want to? What? Police! The Lackln not want? Does the gel easily play everything under a leather? Will we be in France? Are we under Kurutzen? Or in imperial capital?
rips open the alley window
Police! Up there, Police: Make order and hurry to a steward to help!
You hear loud calls for the police in the street.

HOST
wailing
My renowned house! That must experience my house!

THE CHILDREN
bawling
Father! Father! Father!

Commissarius with two guards appear. Everything is shuffling, giving way to them.

VALZACCHI
to Octavian
Oh dear, what do we do?

OCTAVIAN
Let him rely on me and let him do as he goes.

VALZACCHI
To your Excellency's command!

COMMISSIONER
sharp
Stop! Nobody moves! What's happening? Who cried for help? Who scandalized?

BARON
towards him, with the safety of the Great Lord
It's alright now. I'm happy with him. I just hoped that everything in Vienna was like Schnürl.
happily
He made the pack off my neck. I want to have supper in peace.

COMMISSIONER
Who is the Lord? What gives the Lord authority? Is he the host?
Baron opens his mouth

COMMISSIONER
sharp
Then he complacently keeps quiet and waits for him to be heard.

BARON
something is lost, perplexed, begins to search for his wig, which has been lost in the turmoil and remains untraceable

COMMISSIONER
sits down, the two guards take position behind him

COMMISSIONER
Where is the host?

HOST
submissive
To commend myself to the Lord High Commissioner most beautifully.

COMMISSIONER
The economy is calling him bad. Report 'He now! From the beginning!

HOST
Commissioner! The Lord Baron -

COMMISSIONER
The big fat there? Where does he have his Paruckl?

BARON
who has been searching all the time
I ask Him for that!

HOST
This is the Herr Baron von Lerchenau!

COMMISSIONER
Not enough.

BARON
What?

COMMISSIONER
Does He Have People Near Who Testify Him?

BARON
Right at hand! Here's my secretary, an Italian.

VALZACCIII
changes with Octavian a look of agreement
Ik exkusier 'mik. lk knows nothing. The Lord can be baron, can not be too. Ik knows nothing.

BARON
frantic
That's strong, Wale bitch, wrong!

COMMISSIONER
to the baron, sharp
For now he moderates.

OCTAVIAN
who until now has been standing on the right, pretends that he is wandering in despair, not finding the way out and holding the window for an exit door
Oh my God, I want to sink into the earth! Holy Mother of Maria Taferl!

COMMISSIONER
Who is the young person there?

BARON
The? Nobody. She is under my protection!

COMMISSIONER
He himself will soon need protection. Who is this young thing, what are you doing here?
looks around
I do not want to hope that He is a goddamn debaucher and seducer! It could be bad for him. How does he get to the girl? I want to answer.

OCTAVIAN
I go into the water!
Run against the alcove, as if to flee, tearing open the curtain so that the bed looks peacefully lit.

COMMISSIONER
rises
Mr. Wirt, what am I seeing? What craft is He doing?

HOST
embarrassed
If I have people from the state to dine or supper -

COMMISSIONER
Shut up. I'll take it later.
to the baron
Now I count to three, then I want to know, how he comes to the young bourgeois! I do not want to hope that he will make a wrong statement.

Wirt and Valzacchi indicate to the baron by signing the danger of the situation and the importance of his statement.

BARON
beckons with great certainty to rely on him, he is not a heur
It will not be decency with him, Commissioner, if a stranger does a supper with his betrothed bride at nine o'clock in the evening.
looks around, waiting for the effect of his clever statement

COMMISSIONER
That would be His bride? Give it the name of the Father and the Logis. If His indication is true, He may retire with the maiden.

BARON
I'm really not used to this way -

COMMISSIONER
sharp
Do he make his statement or I'll open other strings.

BARON
Will not do it. Is the maiden Faninal Sophia Anna Barbara, married daughter of the well-born Lord of Faninal, living in the "courtyard" in his own palace.
On the door, innkeepers, other guests, and some of the musicians from the other room have curiously gathered. Herr von Faninal pushes through her, hurriedly in hat and coat.

FANINAL
To the place! What is desired by me?
to the baron too
What does He look like? I was not suspected at this hour, in a common Beisl beeschl!

BARON
very surprised and uncomfortable
Who assigned him here? In three's name?

FANINAL
whispered to him
What should the saudumme Frag ', Mr. son-in-law? Where He lets me run the door with a message, I should come over very quickly and souterieren him in a bad situation, in which he guiltlessly advised!

BARON
attacks the head

COMMISSIONER
Who is the Lord? What does the Lord create with Him?

BARON
Nothing of importance. Is only an acquaintance, is by chance here in the inn.

COMMISSIONER
The Lord give his name!

FANINAL
I am the noble of Faninal.

COMMISSIONER
So this is the father

BARON
intervening, Octavian covers eagerly in front of Faninals eyes
Beileib 'not the trace. Is a relative, a brother, a Neveu! The real one is so thick again!

FANINAL
very surprised
What's going on here? What does He look like? I am the father, of course!

BARON
I want to get it out
Weitre finds himself forgiving himself.

FANINAL
I have to ask -

BARON
angry
Go home in hell's name.

FANINAL
always annoying
Mingling my name and honor in such a deal, son-in-law!

BARON
tries to shut his mouth, to the commissarius
Is an idée fixe! Just call me G'spass!

COMMISSIONER
Yes, yes, that's enough.
to Faninal
Does he recognize his son-in-law here in this gentleman?

FANINAL
Very well! How should I not recognize him? Easy, because he does not have any hair?

COMMISSIONER
to the baron
And he probably recognizes his father-in-law also in this gentleman?

BARON
takes the candlestick off the table, Faninal illuminates exactly
All right, Iala! yes, yes, it will be the same. It was not all that much the whole evening tonight, my eyes can not handle today. Gotta tell him, there's something in the air, you get the congestion out of it.

COMMISSIONER
to Faninal
On the other hand, his fatherhood is denied to him by this daughter, who was forbidden to him.

FANINAL
Noticing Octavian first
My daughter? Since the shred, is there for my daughter?

BARON
forced to smile
In the fun! A pure misunderstanding! The landlord told the Herr Kommissarius something about my marriage to the Faninal.

HOST
excited
Not a word! Not a word! Commissioner! According to own statement '-

FANINAL
frantic
Lock the Welbsbild! Come on the pillory! Being whipped! Being tucked into a monastery! I i -

BARON
He's going home. Tomorrow in the morning! I explain everything to him. He knows what he owes me!

FANINAL
Blinded by rage
According to own statement '
a few steps to the back
My daughter should come up! Sitting down in the trolley. Galloping up!
again rushing to the baron
He pays it dearly! Take him to court!

BARON
Now he does a right Palawatsch for nothing! A cavalier needs patience to be his son-in-law. - Parole d'honneur! I want my wig! -
shake the host
I want to see my wig!
Driving around wildly to find the wig, he touches some of the children and pushes them aside.

THE CHILDREN
automatically
Father! Father! Father!

FANINAL
drives back
What's that?

BARON
At least in search he finds his hat, and strikes his hat for the children
Nothing, a hoax! Do not know the bagagi! She says she was married to me. Käm 'to the Schand', just as the Pontius in the Credo!

SOPHIE
comes in the coat in a hurry, you make her place. At the door one sees the Faninal's servants, each holding a carrying rod of litter. Baron seeks to shade the baldness of his head in front of Sophie

MANY VOTES
while Sophie approaches her father, dull
The bride. Oh, what a scandal!

FANINAL
to Sophie
Look around you! There you have the bridegroom! As the family of the clean sir! The woman together with the children! Since the female g'hört left hand to do so. No, that's you, according to your own statement, you! Would you sink into the earth, eh? Me too!

SOPHIE
joyfully breathing
I'm heartfelt, do not look at him for that.

FANINAL
Do not look at him for that! Do not look at him for that!
more and more desperate
My beautiful Nam '! I do not dare to dig! No dog takes more a piece of bread from me.
He is close to crying.

DUMPING AGREE
The scandal! The scandal! For Mr. von Faninal!

FANINAL
The whole city of Vienna! The black newspaper! There! From the cellar! From the air! The whole city of Vienna!
to the baron, with clenched fist
Oh, he Filou! I'm not feeling well! An 'armchair!

Serve jump, catch it. Two of them have previously thrown their pole at one of the backs. Sophie is anxious for him. Wirt jumps in as well. They pick him up and carry him to the next room. Several waiters pointing the way, opening the door ahead. Baron sees his wig at this moment, which has magically reappeared, rushes to it, pulls it up and gives her the right seat in front of the mirror. With this change, he recovers his posture pretty much, is content but, Annina and the children, whose presence he is not fond of, despite everything, to turn his back. Behind Mr. von Faninal and his companion, the door has closed on the left. The host and waiter come out quietly soon after, picking up medicines, decanters with water and other things that are carried into the door and taken over by Sophie in the doorway.

BARON
now with the old sense of self to the commissarius
Are the more in the clear. I'll pay, I'll go!
to Octavian
I'll take you home now.

COMMISSIONER
He is wrong. With Him now in the interrogation!
At the signal of the commissarius, the two guards remove all the other people from the room, only Annina with the children stops at the left wall.

BARON
Let it be good now. It was a godsend. I'll tell him later who the girl is! Give it my word, I'll probably marry it, too. Back there, the Klumpret is already stad. He sees who I am and who I am not.
makes expression to dissipate Octavian

OCTAVIAN
get going
I do not go with the Lord.

BARON
in an undertone
I'll marry you, behave yourself with me. She will still be Mrs. Baroness, so well please me!

OCTAVIAN
spoken
Commissioner, I have a record, but the Baron must not listen.

At the signal of the commissarius, the two guards push the baron forward to the right. Octavian seems to report something to the commissary, which surprises him.

BARON
to the guards, familiar, subdued, pointing to Annina
Do not know the woman there, on honor. It was just eating! I have no idea what it wants. Otherwise you would not have to worry about the police yourself -

The commissarius accompanies Octavian to the alcove. Octavian disappears behind the curtain. The commissarius seems to enjoy himself and is unabashedly close to the crevasses of the curtain.

BARON
noticed the cheerfulness of the commissarius, suddenly very excited about the unexplained incident
What's going on there? Is not that possible? The Lackl! That means your moral police? Is a maid!
he is hard to hold
Is under my protection! Complain me! Have a word to talk about!
Get ready, go against the bed. They catch and hold him again. Out of your alcove, little by little, the clothes of the Mariandel appear. The commissarius makes a bundle out of it.

BARON
always excited, struggling to get rid of his two guards
Must now partout to her!
They hold him with difficulty, while Octavian's head protrudes from a column of the curtain.

HOST
in storming
Your princely graces, the Lady Princess Field Marshal!

Waiter in, tear open the door. First, some people in the Marshallin livery are visible, they rank, Marschallin enters, the little Negro carries her train.

BARON
has pulled away from the guards, wipes the sweat from the forehead, rushes to the marshal
Happy with crowds, I have hardly merited mercy, consider Dero's presence here as a friendless piece.

OCTAVIAN
pokes his head between the curtain
Marie Theres, how did you come from?
Marshal, motionless, does not answer, looks around questioningly

COMMISSIONER
to the princess, in official position
Princely graces, I obediently announce myself as a board subcommissioner.

BARON
He sees, Herr Kommisar, the Highness have made an effort themselves. I think, He knows what he is on.
Leiblakai to the Baron, proud and complacent. Baron beckons to him as a sign of his satisfaction.

PRINCESS
to the commissioner
He knows me? Do not I know Him? It almost seems to me.

COMMISSIONER
Very well!

PRINCESS
To obey Field Marshal's brave orderly?

COMMISSIONER
Princely graces, on command!
Octavian sticks his head between the curtains again.

BARON
beckons to him violently, to disappear, anxious at the same time that the marshal knows nothing. in an undertone
Stay, Sakra, back there!
Then he hears footsteps approaching the left front door; He rushes down, puts his back against the door, and endeavors to give his appearance the appearance of complete ingenuity by binding gestures towards the marshal.

PRINCESS
Comes to the left, looking with expectancy at the baron

OCTAVIAN
in menswear, emerges between the curtains as soon as the baron turns his back on him; in an undertone
Was differently agreed! Marie Theres, I wonder!

PRINCESS
As if she did not hear him, she kept her eyes fixed on the baron, who, in the utmost embarrassment, shared his attention between the door and the marshal. The door on the left is opened with force, so that the Baron, who had tried in vain to resist, has to resign furiously. Two Faninal servants now let Sophie enter.

SOPHIE
without seeing the marshal, who is covered by the baron
I have to tell him about my father:

BARON
her in the word, half-whispered
Isn't the time now, cross element! Can not you wait for her to call you? Do you think that I will present you here in Beisl?

OCTAVIAN
He came out quietly, to the marshal, in a low voice
This is the Miss - the - for the sake of -

PRINCESS
over the shoulder to Octavian
Find'em a bit embarrassed, Rofrano. I suppose I can guess who she is. Find her charming.
Octavian slips back between the curtains.

SOPHIE
his back against the door, so sharp that the Baron involuntarily recoils
He will not present me to anyone in the world, although I do not have much to do with Him.
The marshal speaks quietly to the commissioner.
And my lord father let him say: if he should drive the impudence so far as to see his noses only a hundred paces from our city palace, then he would have to attribute himself to the evil consequences. That's what my father tells him.

BARON
angry
Corpo di Bacco! What kind of naughty language is that!

SOPHIE
He deserves it.

BARON
outrageous, wants to pass her, to the door
He, Faninal, I have to -

SOPHIE
He does not lie down!

The two Faninal's servants step out, stop him, push him back, Sophie enters the door, which closes behind her ,

BARON
against the door yelling
be awarded Bin willing everything Vorgefall'ne and forgot to lassen1

PRINCESS
approached from the rear to the Baron and pats him on the shoulder
Let it only be good and Concealed 'He on one two!

BARON
turns around, stares at her
Why?

MARSHALLIN
cheerfully, he
thinks he is dignitating and drives off.

BARON
speechless
I? What?

MARCHALLIN
Make a bonne mine au mauvais jeu: That's how he remains a stalker.

BARON
stares at her silently. Sophie steps out softly. Your eyes are looking for Oetavian.

MARCHALLIN
to the Commissar, who is standing on the right in the back, as well as his guards.
He sees, Commissioner: the whole thing was just a farce and nothing else.

COMMISSARIUS Suffice
me! Retire me completely.
Kick off, the two guards behind him

SOPHIE in
front of him, startled
The whole thing was just a farce and nothing more.

The eyes of the two women meet, Sophie makes the marshal an embarrassed curtsy.

BARON
Standing between Sophie and the Marschallin
I'm not willing.

MARSHALLIN
impatient, stomps on
Mon cousin, he means to him! turn
his back on the baron

OCTAVIAN approaches
the baron from behind, very masculine
I would ask him very much!

BARON
drives around
Who? What?

MARCHALLIN
from the right, where she now stands
His Grace, the Count Rofrano, who else?

BARON,
after looking at Octavian's face sharply and near, with resignation,
is already a so!
It is
not my eyes to blame. Is already a Mandl.

Octavian is cheeky and haughty there.

MARSHALLIN
one step closer
is a viennese masquerade and nothing more.

SOPHIE
half sad, half sneering for himself
Is a viennese masquerade and nothing more.

BARON very stunned

Aha!
for themselves
Spiel'n all under a leather against my!

MARSHALLIN
from above
I would not have wished for him that he would have praised my Mariandl in reality!

BARON
above, to himself pondering

PRINCESS
be regarded as above and without Octavian
Have now a mounted head against the men -so very generally!

BARON
gradually
coming to grips with the situation Cross element! Do not come out of amazement!
The Field Marshal - Octavian - Mariandl - the Marshal - Octavian.
with a long look that wanders from the Marshal to Octavian, from Octavian back to the Marshal
I do not know what to think of all this qui-pro-quo!

MARSHALLIN
with a long look, then with great certainty
He is, I mean, a cavalier? He will not think anything at all. That's what I expect from Him. '
Break

BARON
with bow and worldly
Am charmed by so much finesse, can not say how. A Lerchenauer has never been no spoilsport.
take a step towards them
Find the whole qui-pro-quo delicately, but now you need your protection. I am willing to forgive and forgive everything that has happened.
Break
Eh bien, may I call the Faninal -
He makes an effort to go to the door on the left.

MARSHALLIN
He may - he may quietly retire.

BARON
fallen from all the heavens

PRINCESS
He did not understand when a property 'an end' has? The whole bridal and affair 'and everything else. What the trimmings, is
very determined
with this hour' over.

SOPHIE
very enter, for yourself
What the whole thing is with this hour 'over.

BARON
for yourself, indignant, soft-spoken
With this hour 'over! With this hour 'over!

MARSHALLIN
seems to be looking for a chair, Octavian jumps up, gives her a chair. Marshal sits down on the right, with meaning for himself
.

SOPHIE
left in front of him, pale
It's just over!

Baron does not find himself in this turn, rolls embarrassed and upset the eyes. At that moment, the man comes out of the trapdoor. From the left comes Valzacchi, the suspects in modest posture behind him. Annina removes the widow's cap and veil, wipes the make-up and shows her usual face. All this to ever increasing wonder of the baron. The landlord, with a long bill in his hand, enters the middle door, behind him waiters, musicians, servants, coachmen.

BARON,
as he sees them all, he loses his game. Quickly
call Leupold, we're leaving!
Makes the Marshallin a deep but angry compliment. Leiblakai takes a candlestick from the table and wants to advance his master.

ANNINA cheekily gets
in the way of the Baron
"I've got a Lerchenauisch luck! "
pointing to the owner's bill
»Come to table, then give the answer in writing! "

The children are under the baron's feet. He hits her under the hat.

THE KIDS
Dad! Father! Father!

KELLNER
first pushing to the baron
Excuse me, Your Grace! We are listening to the candles!

Act
with the bill in advance.
Excuse me, Your Grace!

ANNINA dancing in
front of the baron backwards
"I've been lucky enough to get a Lerchenauisch! "

VALZACCHI
scornfully
I've just already once a Lerchenauisch luck! "

THE MUSICIANS getting
in the way of the Baron
Tafelmusik over two hours!

LEIBLAKAI
paves the way towards the door

BARON
wants behind him the

KUTSCHER invades
the baron
For the trucking , for the trucking, Rösser g'schund'n ham ma gnua!

HAUSKNECHT
roughly shouting at the baron
Sö for opening up, Sö, Herr Baron!

Always present
the bill.
Excuse me, Your Grace.

WAITERS
Two shock candles, let's go to the candles.

Baron
in the crowded
place there, Kreuzmillion.

THE KIDS
Dad! Father! Father!

ALL
screaming wildly

BARON
pushes himself with power through against the exit

door , all close around him in a ball HAUSKNECHT
Führa g'fahr'n, aussa g'ruckt, Sö, Mr. Baron!

Everyone
is already in the door, the lackey is getting rid of the candelabrum

BARON
crashes

ALL
storm after him, the noise fades away. Meanwhile, the two Faninal servants are left on the left. It leaves alone: ​​Sophie, the Marschallin and Octavian.

SOPHIE
left standing, pale,
my God, it was nothing more than a farce. My God, my God! As He stands with her and I am the empty air for Him.

OCTAVIAN
behind the marshal's chair, embarrassed
It was different, Marie Theres, I wonder.
Embarrassed to
command that I - should not I - the virgin - the father -

MARCHALLIN
Do go fast and do what His heart tells Him.

SOPHIE
desperate
The empty air. O my God. My God!

OCTAVIAN
Theres, I do not know -

MARCHALLIN
Go and make his court.

OCTAVIAN
I swear to her -

MARSHALLIN
Let him be well.

OCTAVIAN
I do not understand what she has.

MARSHALLIN
laughs angrily.
He is a true man's image, let him go.

OCTAVIAN
As you order.
goes over

SOPHIE
wordless

OCTAVIAN
with her
Eh bien, does not she have a friendly word for me? Not a look, not a sweet greeting?

SOPHIE
faltering
I was, with your gracious friendship and helpfulness, truly looking forward to another joy.

OCTAVIAN
lively
How - are you not happy?

SOPHIE
disgusting
I really have no reason not.

OCTAVIAN:
Did not you get rid of the groom?

SOPHIE
It would be nice if it had gone differently. Shame me on the floor. Understand what a glance your princely graces look at me.

OCTAVIAN
I swear ' ye , my soul, and blessedness.

SOPHIE
Let me go.

OCTAVIAN
I will not let you.
take her hand

SOPHIE
The father needs me in it.

OCTAVIAN
I need you more.

SOPHIE
That's easy to say.

OCTAVIAN
I love you excessively.

SOPHIE
That's not true. He does not love me as much as He speaks. Forget me!

OCTAVIAN
I'm with you and only you.

SOPHIE
Forget me!

OCTAVIAN
violently
May everything go haywire !

SOPHIE
passionate
Forget me!

OCTAVIAN
I have no other thought. Look, dear, your face.
with both hands weakly fending off their two

SOPHIE Forget me! MARSHALLIN, meanwhile , got up, but he conquers himself and sits down again, carried on in front of him, simultaneously with Octavian and Sophie





Today or tomorrow or the night after the day. Did not I tell you? It's all about every woman. Did not I know it? I do not have a vow "- in that I shall endure it with a very composed heart ..." Today or tomorrow or the day after next,
she wipes her eyes, stands up. "

SOPHIE
quietly
The princess there! She calls Him! That's how he goes.

OCTAVIAN
has taken a few steps against the marshal, is now between the two, embarrassed. Pause

SOPHIE
in the door, undecided whether to go or stay

OCTAVIAN
in the middle, turns his head from one to the other

MARCHALLIN
sees his embarrassment; a sad smile flits across her face

SOPHIE
at the door
I have to go in and ask how the father is.

OCTAVIAN:
I have something to talk to now, and I miss the Red.

MARSHALLIN
The boy, as he stands embarrassed in the middle.

OCTAVIAN
to Sophie
Stay here for everything.
to the Marshal
How did you say something?

PRINCESS
goes, ignoring Octavian over to Sophie

Octavian
takes a step back

PRINCESS
faces Sophie sees her searchingly but kindly at

SOPHIE
embarrassed curtsies

PRINCESS
So fast does it quite so much?

SOPHIE
very fast
I do not know what your Grace means by the Frag '.

MARSHALLIN
Her pale face gives the right answer.

SOPHIE
in great timidity and embarrassment, always very fast
No wonder, when I'm pale, Your Grace. I have had a great fright with my father. Not to speak of a just one-port against the scandalous Mr. Baron. I am indebted to Your Grace forever, that with Dero's help and supervision - defending

MARSHALLIN Red you just not too much, she is pretty enough! And against Mr. Papa his evil I know about a medicine. I'll go in there now and invite him to drive home with me and you and the count in my car-doesn't she mean-that this will recreate him and make him a little more alert? SOPHIE Your Grace is the goodness itself. MARSHALLIN And perhaps for the paleness my cousin knows the medicine.









Octavian
intimately
Marie Theres' how good it is. Marie Theres, I do not know. -

MARSHALLIN
with an indefinable expression quietly
I know nothing. nothing
at all
.
beckons him to

stay behind OCTAVIAN
undecided, as if he wanted her after
Marie Theres!
Marshal stays in the doorway. Octavian is her first, Sophie on the right.

MARCHALLIN in
front of you, together with Octavian and Sophie
I promised to love him in the right way. That I myself still love His love for another! Of course, I did not think that it would be so soon as I was told!
sigh
It's the many things in the world that make you do not believe it when you want to hear it. But whoever experiences it believes in it and does not know how - there stands the boy, and here I stand, and with the strange girl there, he will be as happy as men understand the happiness. For God's sake.

OCTAVIAN
at the same time as the marshal and Sophie, first in front of her, then in 'eye with Sophie
There is something to come and what is possible, I would like to ask you: may it be? and the Frag, I feel that she is forbidden to me. I would like to ask you: why is something trembling in me? - Has a big wrong happened? And I'm not allowed to do the Frag 'to that - and then I look at you, Sophie, and just see you and only feel you, Sophie, and know of nothing but: I love you.

SOPHIE together
with the marshal and Octavian, first in front of him, then in the eye with Octavian
I feel like in church, holy is me and so bang; and yet it is unholy to me too! I do not know what I feel. (Expressive) I would like to kneel down there in front of the woman and would like to do something to her, because I feel 'she gives me him and takes something from him at the same time. Do not know how I feel! I want to understand everything and I do not want to understand anything. I want to ask and not ask, I feel hot and cold. And only feel you and know only one thing: I love you.

Marschallin quietly enters the left, the two do not notice. Octavian has come close to Sophie, a moment later she is in his arms.

OCTAVIAN together
with Sophie
Feel only you, just feel alone and that we are together! Does all else go away like a dream before my mind!

SOPHIE
at the same time as Octavian
Is a dream, can not really be that we are two together, together 'for all time and eternity!

OCTAVIAN
as well
Was there a house where you were, and the people send me in, straight into bliss! They were all gone!

SOPHIE
as well
Can you laugh? I feel as if I am standing at the heavenly threshold!
Hold me, a weak thing, as I am sink you!

She has to lean on him. At that moment, Faninal's lackeys open the door and enter, each with a chandelier. Faninal comes through the door, leading the marshal by the hand. The two boys are confused for a moment, then make a deep compliment, which Faninal and the marshal return. Faninal pats Sophie good-naturedly on the cheek.

FANINAL
Are just aso, the young people!

MARSHALLIN
Yes, yes.

Faninal shakes hands with the marshal and leads her to the center door, which was opened at the same time by the marshal's livery, including the little Negro. Outside bright, herd dark, as the two servants with the candlesticks ahead of the marshal. Octavian and Sophie, alone in the dimly lit room, repeat softly.

OCTAVIAN
at the same time as Sophie
Spür 'just you, just feel' alone and that we are together! Does it all go away like a dream before my mind!

SOPHIE
at the same time as Octavian
Is a dream, can not really be that we are two together, together 'for all time and eternity!

She sinks to him, he kisses her quickly. You notice her handkerchief without her realizing it. Then they run quickly, hand in hand, out. The stage remains empty, then the center door opens again. In here comes the little Negro, with a candle in his hand, looking for the handkerchief, finding it, picking it up, tripping out.