Quartet (A Model of Decorum and Tranquillity)

Molokov
We wish, no must make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear
We're here for chess - are the US ? If so, why foul the atmosphere ?

Florence
I must protest - our delegation has a host of valid points to raise
Our player's sporting attitude's beyond all praise
As any neutral would attest
But we concede the fact his masters bend the rules is not a players fault
We'll over look their crude political assult
And under protest will proceed

Molokov (simultaneously with Fl. above)
We wish, no must make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear
We're here for chess - are the US ?
How can you make such a claim?

Molokov
If your man's so sweet
Then why his fighting talk ?
If he says we cheat
Then why on earth
Did he go take a walk ?

Why let him loose ?
He'll soon reduce
This great event
To a brawl

It's very sad
To see the ancient and
Distinguished game
That used to be

Arbiter
Point 17
No one way screen
Will be allowed
In the hall

Florence
I am not surprised
He wanted fresher air Once he realised
There was no hope
Of your lot playing fair
How sad
To see
What used
To be

Both
A model of decorum and tranquility
Become like any other sport
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee

Molokov
We wish, no must make our disgust at this abuse perfectly clear
We're here for chess - are the US ? If so, why foul the atmosphere ?

The Russian
Through the elegant yelling
Of this compelling dispute
Comes the ghastly suspicion
My oppostion's a fruit

Arbiter
Point 23
The board will be
Made in Sweeden
Non-aligned wood

Florence
I don't suppose
You understand the strain and pressure
Getting where he's got
For then you'd simply call him
Highly strung and not
Imply that he was one of those

The Russian
But how can you
Work for one who
Treats you like dirt
Pay must be good

Molokov
It seems to us
There's little point in waiting here
All night for his return
And since a peaceful match is our
sole concern
We won't make an official fuss

In short we rise
Above your guy's
Tantrums, dramas
Dirty tricks

Florence
I'm not getting rich
My only interest
Is in something which
Gives me the chance
Of working with the best

The Russian
I can only say
I hope your dream comes true
Till that far off day
I hope you cope
With helping number two

Arbiter
Point 31
No game begun
By noon goes on After six

Arbiter and Molokov
It's very sad
To see the ancient and
Distinguished game
That used to be

The Russian and Florence
How sad
To see

All
A model of decorum and tranquility
Become like any other sport
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee