Lotte in Weimar Page #3

to keep the beloved third party at a distance.

"so that he'll adapt himself to it",

Lottchen said.

He can never expect anything else from me,

besides good friendship.

Then he pulled a face.

Send it to him.

So that he'll have at least a souvenir.

We'll send it to him.

And the pocket Homer.

Translation by Vossen.

I am leaving you both in happiness

and will remain in your hearts.

Adieu.

A thousand times, adieu.

I am leaving you both in happiness

and will remain in your hearts. Adieu.

A thousand times, adieu.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's ... he's ...

He's gone.

He's gone, Lottchen, isn't he?

He's gone.

He won't come back.

He's gone.

He - is - gone.

He's gone. He's gone.

He's gone! He's ...

the brute!

So senseless.

He almost stole from Kestner his beloved.

Almost.

With his aimless, untrustworthy wooing,

and the

irresponsible kiss.

The heroes flew,

like two black clouds

two black clouds,

chariots of the spirits

when the dark children of the air arrive,

to frighten the unhappy humans

[Ossian's songs]

What's the matter?

It's so good,

so extremely good.

Hans Christian,

Hans Christian is away on business again.

This is the house on the Frauenplan.

The prince of intellects.

What is it?

You cannot come in now.

It is only Mager.

I beg your pardon, Frau Councillor,

there's a lady here,

Miss Cuzzle from no. 19,

an English lady, a guest of our house.

Well?

Miss Cuzzle is apprised of Frau Councillor's

presence in the city and in this hotel,

and she urgently begs to be received,

if only for the briefest duration.

Tell the lady that I'm not dressed,

that I must go out directly, and that I regret.

I have no need to tell Miss Cuzzle,

she can hear herself, for she stands beside me.

She wants to have just a look for you.

If you please.

It would be very interesting for me

to see you only for a minute.

I wonder what's keeping dear Charlotte?

She's a draughtswoman.

She's already drawn portraits

of famous persons of half the world.

Metternich, Talleyrand,

Blcher, the Czar,

Kant's birthplace, Napoleon,

Schiller's widow,

everything signed too.

My dear, my dear!

You are Werther's Lotte,

aren't you?

Lotte?

Herself.

In Abruzzo a drew a ...

bandit-chief?

a captain of highway robbers.

A captain of highway robbers?

A genuine bandit-chief.

He escorted me back to safety later,

so that nothing should happen to me.

Escorted you?

I beg your pardon,

I regret to interrupt.

But Herr Dr. Riemer would deem it a favour

if he might present his respects to the Frau Councillor.

What is it, Mager?

Herr Doctor Riemer? What Herr Doctor Riemer?

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