DR. GOLL. Now, just hop it! Ten horses will not drag me to Peter's.
SCHÖN. (Following Alva and Goll.) We'll take my carriage. It's waiting downstairs. (Exeunt.)
SCHWARZ. (Leans over to the right, and spits.) Pack! If only that were life's end! The bread-basket!—paunch and mug! Now rears my artist's pride. (After a look at Lulu.) This company!— (Gets up, goes up left, observes Lulu from all sides, and sits again at his easel.) The choice would be a hard one to make. If I may request Mrs. Goll to raise the right hand a little higher.
LULU. (Grasps the crook as high as she can reach; to herself.) Who would have thought that was possible!
SCHWARZ. I am quite ridiculous, you think?
LULU. He's coming right back.
SCHWARZ. I can do nothing but paint.
LULU. There he is!
SCHWARZ. (Rising.) Well?
LULU. Don't you hear?