Rise, Signor Farinelli.
Permit the Prince ofWales
to pay you homage.

The Nobles Theater
is eternally grateful to you...

for saving its honor,
as well as the honor...

of this country's nobility.
My voice is at the service of music,
Your Highness.

Your voice...
Signor Farinelli...
attracts the most
discerning audiences.

And despite the support
of His Majesty...

you're stealing from Handel
his last remaining listeners.

Not that we're displeased!
What do you mean?
These operas Handel composes
in three weeks...

are an insult
to his audience.

- Who spread this slander?
- Rumors.

Rumors that you stop
to peddle, sir!

- Have you heard these operas, sir?
- You're joking, young lady.

That would be treason.
We never attend Covent Garden.

I have heard them. They surpass
anything one hears anywhere else.

I can't imagine Handel's work
surpasses Maestro Porpora's work.

Or that of Signor Broschi.
You're an ass, sir.
You don't deserve to have ears!

Long after posterity
has forgotten...

that you ever lived...
it will preserve Handel's name
with infinite respect.

Your conceited attitude...