Withdraw.
The Lady.
It goes too fast.
[They continue playing, until Pierrot catches her hand.]
Pierrot [laughing].
'Tis done. I win my forfeit at the last.
[He tries to embrace her. She escapes; he chases her round the stage; she eludes him.]
The Lady.
Thou art not quick enough. Who hopes to catch
A moon-beam, must use twice as much dispatch.
Pierrot [sitting down sulkily].