72
THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WANTED
Tony
Someone verra sick in bed. Poveretto! Poveretto! Tony miss festa.
[Gay voices outside call to children and children answer. The Doctor rises impatiently and goes to the door. Tony turns his head ever so slightly.]
Eh, Doc! W’ere you go?
The Doctor
It’s high time those coyotes went home.
[Applause rings from the crowd. The tenor is again vigorously repeating the last phrase and cadenza of “La Donna è Mobile.”]
Tony
Dat fella is no coyot’! He is music artiste.
The Doctor
It’s a marvel to me the man has any lungs left. He’s been howling for five hours.
Tony
You don’ ondrastan’ such music. Come è bella! Ees “Rigoletto!”
The Doctor
Look here now, Tony! I let you out of the hospital to get married.
