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Someone verra sick in bed. Poveretto! Poveretto! Tony miss festa.

[''Gay voices outside call to children and children answer. The rises impatiently and goes to the door.  turns his head ever so slightly''.]

Eh, Doc! W’ere you go?

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.”'']

Dat fella is no coyot’! He is music artiste.

It’s a marvel to me the man has any lungs left. He’s been howling for five hours.

You don’ ondrastan’ such music. Come è bella! Ees “Rigoletto!”

Look here now, Tony! I let you out of the hospital to get married.