[Groping his way, with arms wide before him, he strides through
the frail papers of the wall without knowing it, and continues
seeking for the wall straight across the stage.]
Where is the wall?
[Gropes his way back, and stands very near THYRSIS without
seeing him; he speaks slowly.]
There isn't any wall, I think.
[Takes a step forward, his foot touches THYRSIS' body, and he
falls down beside him.]
Thyrsis, where is your cloak?—just give me A little bit of your cloak! . . .
[Draws corner of THYRSIS' cloak over his shoulders, falls
across THYRSIS' body, and dies.]
[COTHURNUS closes the prompt-book with a bang, arises
matter-of-factly, comes down stage, and places the table over
the two bodies, drawing down the cover so that they are hidden
from any actors on the stage, but visible to the audience,
pushing in their feet and hands with his boot. He then turns
his back to the audience, and claps his hands twice.]
COTHURNUS: Strike the scene! [Exit COTHURNUS.]
[Enter PIERROT and COLUMBINE.]
PIERROT: Don't puff so, Columbine!