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THYR. [_with hatred_]. I see.
COLU. [_off stage_]. Look, Pierrot, there's the moon!
PIER. [_off stage_]. Nonsense!
THYR. I see.
COLU. [_off stage_]. Sing me an old song, Pierrot,-- Something I can remember.
PIER. [_off stage_]. Columbine, Your mind is made of crumbs,--like an escallop Of oysters,--first a layer of crumbs, and then An oystery taste, and then a layer of crumbs.
THYR. I find no jewels ... but I wonder what The root of this black weed would do to a man If he should taste it.... I have seen a sheep die, With half the stalk still drooling from its mouth.
'Twould be a speedy remedy, I should think, For a festered pride and a feverish ambition.
It has a curious root. I think I'll hack it In little pieces.... First I'll get me a drink; And then I'll hack that root in little pieces As small as dust, and see what the color is Inside. [_Goes to bowl on floor._]
The pool is very clear. I see A shepherd standing on the brink, with a red cloak About him, and a black weed in his hand....
'Tis I. [_Kneels and drinks._]
CORY. [_Coming to wall_]. h.e.l.lo, what are you doing, Thyrsis?
THYR. Digging for gold.
CORY. I'll give you all the gold You want, if you'll give me a bowl of water.
If you don't want too much, that is to say.
THYR. Ho, so you've changed your mind?--It's different, Isn't it, when you want a drink yourself?
CORY. Of course it is.
THYR. Well, let me see ... a bowl Of water,--come back in an hour, Corydon. I'm busy now.
CORY. Oh, Thyrsis, give me a bowl Of water!--and I'll find the bowl with jewels, And bring it back!
THYR. Be off, I'm busy now.
[_He catches sight of the weed, picks it up and looks at it, unseen by Corydon._]
Wait!--Pick me out the finest stones you have....
I'll bring you a drink of water presently.
CORY. [_goes back and sits down, with the jewels before him_].
A bowl of jewels is a lot of jewels.
THYR. [_chopping up the weed_]. I wonder if it has a bitter taste?
CORY. There's sure to be a stone or two among them I have grown fond of, pouring them from one hand Into the other.
THYR. I hope it doesn't taste Too bitter, just at first.
CORY. A bowl of jewels Is far too many jewels to give away....
And not get back again.
THYR. I don't believe He'll notice. He's thirsty. He'll gulp it down And never notice.
CORY. There ought to be some way To get them back again.... I could give him a necklace, And s.n.a.t.c.h it back, after I'd drunk the water, I suppose ... why, as for that, of course, a _necklace_....
[_He puts two or three of the colored tapes together and tries their strength by pulling them, after which he puts them around his neck and pulls them, gently, nodding to himself. He gets up and goes to the wall, with the colored tapes in his hands._
_Thyrsis in the meantime has poured the powdered root--black confetti--into the pot which contains the flower and filled it up with wine from the punch-bowl on the floor. He comes to the wall at the same time, holding the bowl of poison._]
THYR. Come and get your bowl of water, Corydon.
CORY. Ah, very good!--and for such a gift as that I'll give you more than a bowl of unset stones.
I'll give you three long necklaces, my friend.
Come closer. Here they are.
[_Puts the ribbons about Thyrsis' neck._]
THYR. [_putting bowl to Corydon's mouth_]. I'll hold the bowl Until you've drunk it all.
CORY. Then hold it steady.
For every drop you spill I'll have a stone back Out of this chain.
THYR. I shall not spill a drop.
[_Corydon drinks, meanwhile beginning to strangle Thyrsis._]
THYR. Don't pull the string so tight.
CORY. You're spilling the water.
THYR. You've had enough--you've had enough--stop pulling The string so tight!
CORY. Why, that's not tight at all....
How's this?
THYR. [_drops bowl_]. You're strangling me! Oh, Corydon!
It's only a game!--and you are strangling me!
CORY. It's only a game, is it?--Yet I believe You've poisoned me in earnest!
[_Writhes and pulls the strings tighter, winding them about Thyrsis' neck._]
THYR. Corydon! [_Dies._]
CORY. You've poisoned me in earnest.... I feel so cold....
So cold ... this is a very silly game....
Why do we play it?--let's not play this game A minute more ... let's make a little song About a lamb.... I'm coming over the wall, No matter what you say,--I want to be near you....
