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[_Curtain._]
ARIA DA CAPO
A PLAY
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Copyright, 1920, by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
All rights reserved.
PERSONS
PIERROT.
COLUMBINE.
COTHURNUS [_masque of tragedy_].
THYRSIS [_shepherd_].
CORYDON [_shepherd_].
First printed in "Reedy's Mirror," St. Louis. Application to produce this play should be made to Edna St. Vincent Millay, in care of the Provincetown Players, 133 Macdougal Street, New York.
ARIA DA CAPO
A PLAY BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
[SCENE: _A Stage. The curtain rises on a stage set for a Harlequinade, a merry black and white interior. Directly behind the footlights, and running parallel with them, is a long table, covered with a gay black and white cloth, on which is spread a banquet. At the opposite ends of this table, seated on delicate thin-legged chairs with high backs, are Pierrot and Columbine, dressed according to the tradition, excepting that Pierrot is in lilac, and Columbine in pink. They are dining._]
COLU. Pierrot, a macaroon! I cannot _live_ Without a macaroon!
PIER. My only love, You are _so_ intense.... It is Tuesday, Columbine?---- I'll kiss you if it's Tuesday.
COLU. It is Wednesday, If you must know.... Is this my artichoke, Or yours?
PIER. Ah, Columbine,--as if it mattered!
Wednesday.... Will it be Tuesday, then, to-morrow, By any chance?
COLU. To-morrow will be--Pierrot, That isn't funny!
PIER. I thought it rather nice.
Well, let us drink some wine and lose our heads And love each other.
COLU. Pierrot, don't you love Me now?
PIER. La, what a woman!--How should I know?
Pour me some wine: I'll tell you presently.
COLU. Pierrot, do you know, I think you drink too much.
PIER. Yes, I dare say I do.... Or else too little.
It's hard to tell. You see, I am always wanting A little more than what I have,--or else A little less. There's something wrong. My dear, How many fingers have you?
COLU. La, indeed, How should I know?--It always takes me one hand To count the other with. It's too confusing.
Why?
PIER. Why?--I am a student, Columbine; And search into all matters.
COLU. La, indeed?-- Count them yourself, then!
PIER. No. Or, rather, nay.
'Tis of no consequence.... I am become A painter, suddenly,--and you impress me-- Ah, yes!--six orange bull's-eyes, four green pin-wheels, And one magenta jelly-roll,--the t.i.tle As follows: _Woman Taking In Cheese From Fire-Escape_.
COLU. Well, I like that! So that is all I've meant To you!
PIER. Hus.h.!.+ All at once I am become A pianist. I will image you in sound,...
On a new scale ... without tonality....
_Vivace senza tempo senza tutto_....
t.i.tle: _Uptown Express at Six O'Clock_.
Pour me a drink.
COLU. Pierrot, you work too hard.
You need a rest. Come on out into the garden, And sing me something sad.
PIER. Don't stand so near me!
I am become a socialist. I love Humanity; but I hate people. Columbine, Put on your mittens, child; your hands are cold.
COLU. My hands are _not_ cold.
PIER. Oh, I am sure they are.
And you must have a shawl to wrap about you, And sit by the fire.
COLU. Why, I'll do no such thing!
I'm hot as a spoon in a tea-cup!
PIER. Columbine, I'm a philanthropist. I know I am, Because I feel so restless. Do not scream, Or it will be the worse for you!
COLU. Pierrot, My vinaigrette: I cannot _live_ without My vinaigrette!
PIER. My only love, you are _So_ fundamental!... How would you like to be An actress, Columbine?--I am become Your manager.
