The Prince sat in the music room of his country palace, listening to a new symphony by his court Kapellmeister. The stocky, periwigged Kapellmeister himself sat at the harpsichord, bobbing out the rhythm with his head, cuing in an occasional oboe or bassoon with one lace-cuffed hand. Before him peered and labored a score of white-wigged, brocaded musicians. The first oboe closed the music on his stand, blew out his candle, tiptoed from the stage. The second horn followed. One by one, other musicians got up and went out. Soon there were only...
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