PERCINET. In place of a divine drama, we played an infamous parody.
SYLVETTE. Our nightingale was a sparrow!
PERCINET. And the immortal wall a punch-and-judy theater. We were the puppets, worked by our fathers.
SYLVETTE. But how much more ridiculous we should be if we loved each other less than we do!
PERCINET. We must now love more than ever.
SYLVETTE. But we do—we adore—
PERCINET. The word is not a bit too strong.
SYLVETTE. Love can console us. Can it not, my treasure?
PERCINET. Certainly, my jewel.
SYLVETTE. Good-bye then, my dearest.