the martyrs of our calling!

LULU. I didn't wish to cause you pain.

SCHWARZ. (Hesitating, to Lulu.) If you--the left trowser-leg--a little
higher--

LULU. Here?

SCHWARZ. (Steps to the platform.) Permit me....

LULU. What do you want?

SCHWARZ. I'll show you.

LULU. You mustn't.

SCHWARZ. You are nervous ... (Tries to seize her hand.)

LULU. (Throws the crook in his face.) Let me alone! (Hurries to the
entrance door.) You don't get me for a long time yet.

SCHWARZ. You can't understand a joke.

LULU. Oh, yes I can. I understand everything. Just you leave me be.
You'll get nothing at all from me by force. Go to your work. You have
no right to molest me. (Flees behind the ottoman.) Sit down behind your
easel!

SCHWARZ. (Trying to get around the ottoman.) As soon as I've punished
you--you wayward, capricious--

LULU. But you must have me, first! Go away. You can't catch me. In
long clothes I'd have fallen into your clutches long ago--but in the
Pierrot!

SCHWARZ. (Throwing himself across the ottoman.) I've got you!

LULU. (Hurls the tiger-skin over his head.) Good-night! (Jumps over the
platform and climbs up the step-ladder.) I can see away over all the
cities of the earth.

SCHWARZ. (Unrolling himself from the rug.) This old skin!!

LULU. I reach up into heaven, and stick the stars in my hair.

SCHWARZ. (Clambering after her.) I'll shake it till you fall off!

LULU. If you don't stop, I'll throw the ladder down. (Climbing higher.)
Will you let go of my legs? God save the Poles! (Makes the ladder fall
over, jumps onto the platform, and as Schwarz picks himself up from the
floor, throws the Spanish screen down on his head. Hastening
down-stage, by the easels.) I told you that you weren't going to get
me.

SCHWARZ. (Coming forward.) Let us make peace. (Tries to embrace her.)

LULU. Keep away from me, or-- (She throws the easel with the finished
picture at him, so that both fall crashing to the floor.)

SCHWARZ. (Screams.) Merciful Heaven!

LULU. (Upstage, right.) You knocked the hole in it yourself!

SCHWARZ. I am ruined! Ten weeks' work, my journey, my exhibition! Now
there is nothing more to lose! (Plunges after her.)

LULU. (Springs over the ottoman, over the fallen step-ladder, and over
the platform, down-stage.) A grave! Don't fall into it! (She stamps
thru the picture on the floor.) She made a new man out of him! (Falls
forward.)

SCHWARZ. (Stumbling over the Spanish screen.) I am