Colu. Lord, what a mess
This set is in! If there's one thing I hate
Above everything else,—even more than getting my feet wet—
It's clutter!—He might at least have left the scene
The way he found it.... don't you say so, Pierrot?
[She picks up punch bowl. They arrange chairs as before at ends of table.]
Pier. Well, I don't know. I think it rather diverting
The way it is.
[Yawns, picks up confetti bowl.]
Shall we begin?
Colu. [screams]. My God!
What's that there under the table?
Pier. It is the bodies
Of the two shepherds from the other play.
Colu. [slowly]. How curious to strangle him like that,
With colored paper ribbons!
Pier. Yes, and yet
I dare say he is just as dead.
[Pause. Calls Cothurnus.]