You're in no mood for me.

Salieri

Ah, Mozart, Mozart!

When am I ever in no mood for you?

Sit down; I'm listening.

Mozart

(at the piano)

Picture... well, whom should you?..

Say, even me -- a little younger, though;

In love -- not much, just lightly -- having fun

With a good-looking girl, or friend -- say, you;

I'm merry... All at once -- a deathly vision,

A sudden gloom, or something of that sort...

Well, listen.

(He plays.)

Salieri

You were bringing this to me

And could just stop and listen at some inn

To a blind fiddler scraping! -- Oh, my goodness!

You, Mozart, are unworthy of yourself.

Mozart

So, it is good then?

Salieri

What profundity!

What symmetry and what audacity!

You, Mozart, are a god -- and you don't know it.

But I, I know.

Mozart

Well! rightly? well, perhaps...

But My Divinity has gotten hungry.

Salieri

Then listen: how about we dine together,

Say, at the Golden Lion's Inn?