Where is the wall?
[Gropes his way back, and stands very near Thyrsis without knowing it; he speaks slowly.]
There isn't any wall,
I think.
[Takes a step forward, his foot touches Thyrsis' body, and he falls down beside him.]
Thyrsis, where is your cloak?—just give me
A little bit of your cloak!...
[Draws corner of Thyrsis' cloak over his shoulders, falls across Thyrsis' body, and dies.
Cothurnus closes the prompt-book with a bang, arises matter-of-factly, comes down stage, and places the table over the two bodies, drawing down the cover so that they are hidden from any actors on the stage, but visible to the audience, pushing in their feet and hands with his boot. He then turns his back to the audience, and claps his hands twice.]
Coth. Strike the scene!
[Exit Cothurnus. Enter Pierrot and Columbine.]
Pier. Don't puff so, Columbine!