Coth. I never sleep.
Pier. Well, anyhow, clear out.
You don't belong on here. Wait for your own scene!
Whadda you think this is,—a dress-rehearsal?
Coth. Sir, I am tired of waiting. I will wait
No longer.
Pier. Well, but what are you going to do?
The scene is set for me!
Coth. True, sir; yet I
Can play the scene.
Pier. Your scene is down for later!
Coth. That, too, is true, sir; but I play it now.
Pier. Oh, very well!—Anyway, I am tired
Of black and white. At least, I think I am.
[Exit Columbine.]
Yes, I am sure I am. I know what I'll do!—
I'll go and strum the moon, that's what I'll do....
Unless, perhaps, ... you never can tell ... I may be,
You know, tired of the moon. Well, anyway,
I'll go find Columbine.... And when I find her,
I will address her thus: "Ehé Pierrette!"—
There's something in that.