You will marry. You will sometimes take a ticket with your wife as far as Paris. Perhaps as far as Cannes. Then the family will come; a large sprawling family as far as the eye can see (I speak in hyperbole). You'll earn money and feed it and be like all the rest. No monument will ever be set up to your memory but—
[Servant answers bell. Caller says something inaudible. Exit through door.
POET (rising, lifting hand)
But let there be graven in brass upon this house: Romance was born again here out of due time and died young. (He sits down)
[Enter Laborer and Clerk with Policeman. The music stops.
POLICEMAN
Anything wrong here?
POET
Everything's wrong. They're going to kill Romance.
POLICEMAN (to Laborer)