Colu. [off stage]. My name is Columbine! Leave me alone!
Thyr. [coming up to the wall].
Corydon, after all, and in spite of the fact
I started it myself, I do not like this
So very much. What is the sense of saying
I do not want you on my side the wall?
It is a silly game. I'd much prefer
Making the little song you spoke of making,
About the lamb, you know, that thought himself
A shepherd!—what do you say?
[Pause.]
Cory. [at wall]. (I have forgotten
The line)
Coth. [prompting]. "How do I know this isn't a trick"
Cory. Oh, yes.... How do I know this isn't a trick
To get upon my land?
Thyr. Oh, Corydon,
You know it's not a trick. I do not like
The game, that's all. Come over here, or let me
Come over there.
Cory. It is a clever trick
To get upon my land.
[Seats himself as before.]
Thyr. Oh, very well! [Seats himself as before] [To himself.] I think I never knew a sillier game.