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Updated: May 18, 2025
Katte snatches the music-books and flutes, snatches Quantz; hurries with him and them into some wall-press, or closet for firewood, and stands quaking there. Our poor Prince has flung aside his brocade, got on his military coatie; and would fain seem busy with important or indifferent routine matters.
He would probably say to Quantz, 'It is not made of good wood, and has a bad tone, and would lay it aside." "And do you believe he would do that with the princess? although she is no flute, do you believe he would cast her aside?" "The princess dreads it." "And so does the empress!"
The king played artistically, and with a rare enthusiasm. The marquis was in ecstasy, and Graun uttered a few low bravos. Suddenly, all the musicians shuddered, and Quantz was heard to mutter angrily. The king had committed a great fault in his composition a fault against the severest rules of art. He played on, however, quietly, and said, when he had completed the page "Da capo!" and recommenced.
The celebrated flute-player Quantz, instructor of Frederick II., also gave Dr. Burney the following account of Faustina's artistic qualities: "Faustina had a mezzo-soprano voice, that was less clear than penetrating. Her compass now was only from B flat to G in alt; but after this time she extended its limits downward.
Then this flute broke its silence for the first time its first music was a hosanna to our great king." "From this time forth," said Frederick, "let no man dare to say that battles are in vain. The bloody field of Leuthen produced a flute from Quantz; and by Heaven, that is a greater rarity than the most complete victory in these warlike days!"
"I would not believe you, for I heard him playing on his flute." "That was Quantz." "Quantz! he is not capable of playing such an adagio; no, no, it could only have been the prince royal." "Ah! this man wishes to bribe me with his flattery," said the prince, smiling, "and make me believe I am an Orpheus.
Even Quantz forgot himself for a moment, and laughed good-humoredly. "Listen, sire; it will be a mortal sin if you scold us for coming to you without being summoned by your majesty. This is through out all Prussia a festal day, and no one should desecrate it by scolding or fault-finding not even the king."
With this conviction she took the notes in her hand, and waited for the moment when the "Ritornelle" should be ended; she returned with a quiet smile the anxious look which her teacher, Quantz, fixed upon her. The "Ritornelle" was ended.
"She will give all the world an opportunity to laugh and ridicule her; and I shall be held responsible; I would rather die!" Anna was greatly excited, and did not notice her teacher; and, as her mother entered the room, she embraced her warmly. "Mother, mother, Quantz has pronounced me worthy to sing at the court.
Again came the false notes, frightful to the ears of musicians. And now Graun and Fasch could not keep time. The king held his breath. "Go on, Quantz," said he, zealously, placing the flute again to his lips. Quantz cast a sullen look at him. "As your majesty pleases," said he, and he played so fiercely that Graun and Fasch shivered, and Quantz himself whistled to drown the discord.
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