Eglantine.. Stay, George, and bring me to the church and tell me your story on the way. You'll pardon me, my wedding suit awaits me.
[He goes out. Be-wigged, rouged, be-powdered, his dressing-gown gathered about him; like a splendid vision he fades into his bedroom.
Pantaloon.. I must go.
Clown.. No, not without a final glass. We've settled the Madeira, but there's still the Port.
[Harlequin waves a powder puff. And the empty decanter is full and the full one empty.
Pantaloon.. No, no, Sir George, we've settled the Port, but there's still the Madeira.
[Harlequin waves. And the empty is empty again. But the full one is empty, too.
Clown.. Oh, Joey, Joey, we've settled them both.
[There they stand, all three, grouped as we know them so well.
Alice.. Look, oh, look! There's the Harlequinade!