Cast to you all my precious, secret oaths.
Now as the curtain’s falling, take the applause.
Foolish to fight with bastard natural laws,
Even the ones that all of nature loathes.
Lady, you have the worth of their decision.
V.
Charming?—A little long-drawn out?—or dead?
It matters not. Open the exit doors,
And let them out, and sweep the theatre floors,
The dazzle of the footlights takes my head.