Green Ears. We accept your objection, and act in opposition to it.
Blue Face. Then let the woman be brought in.
(White Heart goes out right and brings in the woman. She is tall, of beautiful face and figure, in a simple white Greek tunic. In her hair is a gold fillet. She is led to the center, where she is left standing, as White Heart resumes his seat.)
Blue Face. Deliver the charge, Red sword!
Red Sword (standing). You are charged, first, with being a woman. And as a woman you are the living incarnation of the past. You represent conservatism and the anti-military virtues; you clog the wheels of progress; you sap men’s energies and misdirect them from the triumphs of achievement to the service of material things—or immaterial things. Your effeminate beauty poisons art and furnishes countless photographic realists with the means of selling paintings. The love of you has vitiated poetry and music. Masquerading in the garments of caprice, you have deceived man into accepting the traditional. As Futurists we detest you. This is the first charge! (A pause.)
The Woman. You accuse me of being a woman. It is a grave charge. But first, in order that I may have a chance to disprove it, I suggest that you tell me what a woman is.
Green Ears. A woman is that whose place is in the home.
Purple Hair. A woman is that which is ruled by instinct.
Blue Face. A woman is that which is beautiful.
Yellow Hat. A woman is that which men call a mystery.