HILDA.You mean 'exchange'?
Why not? We will! (Moving quickly, right.)
May Titian's age enfold me!
GIOCONDA. Stop! Stop! You can't go yet. You haven't told me
Where I can find the Twentieth Century.
HILDA (leading her front, and pointing to the audience). Then,
Behold its ladies and its gentlemen.
GIOCONDA. What lovely people!... All the same, you know,
They're not as I have pictured them.
HILDA.How so?
GIOCONDA. They're all so still.... And then—my fancy boggles
To see not one who's wearing motor-goggles.
How can I get among them?
HILDA.You must jump
Down there.
GIOCONDA.But that would mean a dreadful bump!
HILDA. You want to go from fifteen-sixty sheer
To nineteen-twenty. 'Tis a jump, my dear....
And so—farewell! I come, I come at last—
O fire and sound and perfumes of the Past! (She goes out quickly, right.)
GIOCONDA. Her eyes were green. However hard he tries,
Pandolfo never can resist green eyes.
I know he'll die for her and not for me.
Why did I let her go? It shall not be!