[Exit COLUMBINE]
THYRSIS: Corydon, my friend, I'm going to leave you now, and whittle me A pipe, or sing a song, or go to sleep. When you have come to your senses, let me know. [Goes back to where he has been sitting, lies down and sleeps.]
[CORYDON, in going back to where he has been sitting, stumbles
over bowl of colored confetti and colored paper ribbons.]
CORYDON: Why, what is this?—Red stones—and purple stones— And stones stuck full of gold!—The ground is full Of gold and colored stones! . . . I'm glad the wall Was up before I found them!—Otherwise, I should have had to share them. As it is, They all belong to me. . . . Unless—
[He goes to wall and digs up and down the length of it,
to see if there are jewels on the other side.]
None here— None here—none here—They all belong to me! [Sits.]
THYRSIS: [Awakening.] How curious! I thought the little black lamb Came up and licked my hair; I saw the wool About its neck as plain as anything! It must have been a dream. The little black lamb Is on the other side of the wall, I'm sure.
[Goes to wall and looks over. CORYDON is seated on the ground,
tossing the confetti up into the air and catching it.]
Hello, what's that you've got there, Corydon?
CORYDON: Jewels.