First printed in "Reedy's Mirror," St. Louis. Application to produce this play should be made to Edna St. Vincent Millay, in care of the Provincetown Players, 133 Macdougal Street, New York.
ARIA DA CAPO
A Play
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
[Scene: A Stage. The curtain rises on a stage set for a Harlequinade, a merry black and white interior. Directly behind the footlights, and running parallel with them, is a long table, covered with a gay black and white cloth, on which is spread a banquet. At the opposite ends of this table, seated on delicate thin-legged chairs with high backs, are Pierrot and Columbine, dressed according to the tradition, excepting that Pierrot is in lilac, and Columbine in pink. They are dining.]
Colu. Pierrot, a macaroon! I cannot live
Without a macaroon!
Pier. My only love,
You are so intense.... It is Tuesday, Columbine?——
I'll kiss you if it's Tuesday.
Colu. It is Wednesday,
If you must know.... Is this my artichoke,
Or yours?
Pier. Ah, Columbine,—as if it mattered!
Wednesday.... Will it be Tuesday, then, to-morrow,
By any chance?