Gradually, he alters the music so that it turns into the celebrated march to be used later in The Marriage of Figaro, Non Piu Andrai. You can't get a seat. Slyly he plays the opening measure of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. Do not blame me that I did not wait to see your dear face. But he can't understand why God favored Mozart, such a vulgar creature, to be his instrument. But finally, I simply could not recommend Herr Mozart.
She stares at him, mesmerized, her mouth open, unable even to curtsey. Arco in turn whispers to the Archbishop. Actually the man had no ear at all, but what did it matter? He is one of the few people in attendance at Mozart's funeral. She runs straight across it and hides herself behind one of the tables. Madame Weber and her daughters look on approvingly. Snow is falling and whirling about. Mozart ducks away and fetches his father's bags from the landing.
You don't want tea, Papa. What he sees, looking up the stairs, is a menacing figure in a long, grey cape and dark grey hat, standing on the landing. This time it is a lively piece, perhaps the Presto Finale from the K. One day he came to Vienna to play some of his music at the residence of his employer, the Prince-Archbishop of Salzburg. Mozart pushes through the crowd surrounding her and throws water on her face. Opposite this image sits Salieri at his desk, on which stands a pile of music paper, quill pens and ink. She turns and takes off her shawl.
His arrogance turns Salieri, who could have been a powerful ally, into an enemy. Seriously, is there any chance you could manage a loan? Salieri wonders why God gives a vulgar man like Mozart exceptional skills, yet makes him, a pious man, mediocre. That's His doing, isn't it? I can't give it to you from down here, can I? They all want to hear me play, but they won't let me teach their daughters. He looks up the stairs. Are you well today, Fraulein Lorl? The momentary hush of alarm is followed by a howl of laughter. The daughters gather around Madame Weber.
A big reason for this is because Mozart's presence in Vienna would irritate the prince-archbishop. He's about to make the worst mistake of his life. Instantly riveted by the sight of such delights, Salieri follows him out of the Grand Salon. We see the twelve-year-old Salieri seated between his plump and placid parents in the congregation, listening in rapture. Throughout this time, Salieri keeps his promise to God.
The miserable are poisoned by envy. I heard an extraordinary serious opera of his last month. They arrive at the door of Colloredo's private apartment. After that I'll be the richest man in Vienna. Young Salieri is envious of the fact that Mozart's father taught Mozart music.
His back is to us. He looks at the music. Old Salieri talks about how a young Mozart travelled and performed for important individuals under the guidance of Leopold. He stares up at Christ who stares back at him. In front of the emperor and the influential members of his court, Mozart calls one of Salieri's old pieces a funny little tune. His attention is attracted in particular by a huge pile of dark chocolate balls arranged in the shape of a pineapple. Signore, you don't know what you're missing! Amidst the merriment, Leopold is helped by two assistants to put on a dark grey cloak and a dark grey tricorne hat, to which is attached a full mask of dark grey.
I mean, it's quite n - Of course, I'll show it to you immediately. He opens them and sees Christ across the room, staring at him from the wall. Well then, we should make some effort to acquire him. Schlumberg leaps to his feet and goes over to the beagle. What a wise man we have for an Emperor. Court Composer, what do you say? I have no intention of dismissing you. The music swells up and Salieri listens to it with eyes closed - amazed, transported - suddenly engulfed by the sound.
The Archbishop tightens his lip. I need a minute to practice. Take no further steps toward marriage until we meet. In another box we see an overdressed, middle-aged woman and three girls, one of whom is Constanze. The dogs settle at their feet.
Old Salieri stares down at him. And I was nothing to God. He scratches notes out with his quill, and ruffles his hair - which we see without a powdered wig. These negative traits all contribute to Mozart's downfall, but what truly hurts Mozart is his arrogance. Cavalieri is singing Martern aller Arten from the line Doch du bist entschlossen. I write to you with urgent news. We all have patriotic feelings of some kind.