[He pushes back the screen. Fame in a Greek dress with a long golden trumpet in her hand is seen standing motionless on the altar like a marble goddess.
So ... you have come!
[For a while he stands thunderstruck. Then he approaches the altar.
Divine fair lady, you have come.
[He holds up his hand to her and leads her down from the altar and into the centre of the stage. At whatever moment the actor finds it most convenient, he repossesses himself of the sonnet that he had placed on the altar. He now offers it to Fame.
This is my sonnet. Is it well done?
[Fame takes it and reads it in silence, while the Poet watches her rapturously.
Fame: You're a bit of all right.
de Reves: What?
Fame: Some poet.