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ACT ONE
Scene One
BACH sits at a harpsichord, in a wig, playing meditatively to himself. It is dark ā late at night.
He takes his wig off, scratches his head.
He reaches out, takes a sip from a glass of brandy on the harpsichord.
Continues to play.
He is playing āSheep may safely grazeā. He pauses occasionally, refines the melody, rewinds and plays a phrase repeatedly ā sticking on an ornamentation ā until he is satisfied and moves on forward through the tune.
MARIA BARBARA, about six months pregnant, comes to stand on the threshold, watching BACH, as he feels his way through the melody.
BARBARA. Bastian.
BACH stops without turning to face her ā
Itās keeping Gottfried awake.
He finishes the phrase he was playing.
Itās when you play the same thing again and again. He says heās waiting for you to finish it. He says Mummy my eyes wonāt close.
BACH plays the resolving phrase.
BACH. Same here. I need it for tomorrow.
BARBARA. Why?
BACH. The Dukeās ordered it for the Dukeās birthday. Not his birthday, the other Dukeās. Weissenfelsā. To play after the
Dukeās hunt. Not our Duke. The first Duke. Weissenfels. Heās obsessed with hunting. Both Dukes.
BARBARA. Whoās Weissenfels?
BACH. This other Duke.
BARBARA. The fat one?
BACH. Theyāre all fat. The unmarried one. The one who looks like a great tight-mouthed baby.
BARBARA. Oh, that one.
BACH. Has three Saxon flunkeys who help him do all the things he has trouble doing any more. Like fellating himself. He has much better musicians than we do.
He plays the next phrase.
BARBARA. Nice. Very simple.
Beat.
Too simple?
BACH. Itās got to be simple because our oboeist is going to have to play it on the flute and heās multi-talentless. If I can just get hold of a couple of recorders Iāll give them the top part.
He continues playing.
They said to let my inspiration run free and that the budget is strictly fifty thaler.
They kiss you, then they fuck you.
He begins to play the āBā section ā taking the melody into a minor key.
BARBARA. Oh. Why make it minor?
BACH. More interesting.
BARBARA. Does it have to be interesting?
BARBARA shivers, cranes to look in the room.
The fireās nearly out.
BACH. Give it a blow.
She walks over, blows on the embers, which glow on her face. They dim. She blows again.
BARBARA. No. Itās gone.
BACH. Doesnāt matter. I donāt need the fire. Iām not cold. Go to bed, give Gottfried a cuddle from me.
Beat.
BARBARA. Love. You upset Katharina today.
BACH stops playing.
BACH. Itās quite hard to do this and talk.
BARBARA. Youāre incredibly grumpy with her and she has feelings.
BACH. She doesnāt have feelings. She doesnāt give a shiny shit.
BARBARA. She does have feelings and sheās an enormous help. Sheās wonderful with the children. Especially Gottfried.
BACH. Itās Gottfried whoās wonderful. With her. I heard him. Heās unbelievably patient for a three-year-old.
BARBARA. Can you stop contradicting me? Youāre always disagreeing and saying thereās a better way to do everything.
BACH. Thatās not contradicting, thatās one-upmanship.
Beat.
How did I hurt her feelings?
BARBARA.ā¦You hurt my feelings, because sheās my sister. Even if she doesnāt realise, I can see youāre being horrible to her.
Beat.
Come to bed.
BACH is still. Pause. In the pause we hear the whisper of the violinās question in the Chaconne (at 2:18 in Hilary Hahnās recording).
Itās been months.
Pause. The whisper of the violinās answer.
I need comfort.
In the silence, the violinās question is repeated.
Then ā the same answer.
BACH. You donāt need comfort.
BARBARA. I do need comfort, sometimes.
He turns around, looks at her. Takes her in properly.
She puts her hand on her bump.
ā¦What if it happens with this one?
Beat.
BACH. Why would it?
BARBARA. Because of the twins.
I wish weād buried them closer together.
Pause.
BACH. Theyāre safe with God.
Beat.
BARBARA. Come to bed.
BACH. I will.
BARBARA. Please.
BACH. I will.
BARBARA moves to the door, to leave. He starts to play the first section again. She turns back.
BARBARA. Will there be singing? In this piece?
BACH. Yes.
BARBARA.ā¦What voice?
BACH continues playing the major section.
BACH. For this?⦠Soprano.
BARBARA, unseen by him, looks at him sadly.
ā¦Itās good for hope, trust.
BARBARA. Yes.
She continues to look at him as he plays. A soprano voice joins the melody, soaring: āSchafe kƶnnen sicher weiden, wo ein gutter Hirte wachtā¦ā ā āSheep safely graze, where a good shepherd watchesā¦ā
ANNA MAGDALENA, twenties, appears ā singing the soprano aria. BACH rises from the harpsichord, conducting her ā rapt.
BARBARA watches, sadly.
Scene Two
BACH is conducting his choir of boy singers. They are singing āWachet! Betet! Betet! Wachet!ā
He interrupts them in frustration.
BACH. Flat!! Flat flat flat flat flat!
They stop singing.
I know this sounds obvious but you are all meant to...