And what would it lead to ... my friend? AMADEUS Don't call me that! I love you and I hate you, but in this moment I am not your friend. What you have been to me--wife, comrade ... what do I care! To-day I want to be--your lover! CECILIA You mustn't...! You can't ... no.... AMADEUS Not your lover then ... but what is both worse and better ... the man who takes you away from another one--the one with whom you are betraying someone else--the one who means to you both bliss and sin at once! CECILIA Let me loose, Amadeus. AMADEUS No more beautiful adventure will ever blossom by the wayside for either one of us, Cecilia, as long as we may live! CECILIA And none more dangerous, Amadeus! AMADEUS Wasn't that what you were longing for...? CECILIA Good-night, Amadeus. AMADEUS Cecilia! (_He holds her fast and draws her closer to himself_) CURTAIN THE THIRD ACT _The same room. It is the morning of the following day. The stage is empty at first. Then Amadeus enters from his room at the left. He wears a dressing-gown, but is otherwise fully dressed. He passes slowly and pensively across the room to the writing desk, from which he picks up the waiting pile of letters. Then he puts the letters down again. He feels chilly, looks around, notices that a window is open, and goes to close it. Then he stands listening for a while at the door to Cecilia's room. Finally he returns to the writing desk and begins to pull out manuscripts from its drawers._ AMADEUS Let's get things in order.... I wonder how this is going to turn out?--I'll write her from some place along my route. I shall never come back here any more.... I couldn't stand it ... no, I couldn't! (_Holding a manuscript in his hand_) The Solo--her Solo! Well, I shall not be present to hear her sing it. CHAMBERMAID (_entering_) The men are here to take away the trunk. Here's the check from the expressman. AMADEUS All right. Tell them to use the back stairs in taking out the things. CHAMBERMAID (_goes out_) AMADEUS