Dear Z[meskall],
Cancel
definitely your music-making at Förster's. There
is nothing else to be done -
We
are rehearsing at your place at half past eight o'clock
tomorrow morning, and the performance is to be at my place at
eleven o'clock -
Addio,
excellent plenipotentiaries regni Beethovensis.
The
villains have been imprisoned, as they deserved to be, in writing
in their own hand.