Cory. [prompting]. "I know a game worth two of that."
Thyr. Oh, yes.... I know a game worth two of that:
Let's gather rocks, and build a wall between us;
And say that over there belongs to me,
And over here to you!
Cory. Why,—very well.
And say you may not come upon my side
Unless I say you may!
Thyr. Nor you on mine!
And if you should, 'twould be the worse for you!
[They weave a wall of colored crepe paper ribbons from the center front to the center back of the stage, fastening the ends to Columbine's chair in front and to Pierrot's chair in the back.]
Cory. Now there's a wall a man may see across,
But not attempt to scale.
Thyr. An excellent wall.
Cory. Come, let us separate, and sit alone
A little while, and lay a plot whereby
We may outdo each other.
[They seat themselves on opposite sides of the wall.]
Pier. [off stage]. Ehé Pierrette!