Albert I told you already, with no intent to annoy, I do not have the honor to be a musician.
Arabella Why then, stupid know-nothing, do you come to interrupt a concert when your very presence causes a bad turn of events and discord? Did one ever see a donkey try to play clarinet and mix his songs with those of the tender nightingale? Never did a black crow of ill omen trouble the strains of an agreeable warbler—and never in the woods did a sinister owl sing in concert. You are nothing but a sot and never will be anything else in your whole life.
Scratch
My master will sing his part nicely. I am his guarantee.
Arabella >From this night forth, he must demonstrate his knowledge in a serenade. He must make song, quick, lively, and tender—which will carry me off!
Jenny (to Scratch)
Do you understand?
Scratch
I begin to understand. It's what they call a fugue.
Arabella
Right.
Scratch A fugue—in music is a powerful morsel which costs a lot. (aside) We don't have much—
Arabella
We will take care of that. Let nothing else concern you.
Worthy You will see I am a good performer. And I know how to sing like an open book.