Aria da Capo

Aria da Capo

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ARIA DA CAPO
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
Copyright, 1920
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Printed in the U. S. A.

PERSONS
Pierrot
Columbine
Cothurnus, Masque of Tragedy
Thyrsis -\ Shepherds Corydon -/
[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.]
COLUMBINE: Pierrot, a macaroon! I cannot live without a macaroon!
PIERROT: My only love, You are so intense! . . . Is it Tuesday,
Columbine?-- I'll kiss you if it's Tuesday.
COLUMBINE: It is Wednesday, If you must know . . . . Is this my
artichoke, Or yours?
PIERROT: Ah, Columbine,--as if it mattered! Wednesday . . . . Will it
be Tuesday, then, to-morrow, By any chance?
COLUMBINE: To-morrow will be--Pierrot, That isn't funny!

PIERROT: I thought it rather nice. Well, let us drink some wine and
lose our heads And love each other.
COLUMBINE: Pierrot, don't you love Me now?
PIERROT: La, what a woman!--how should I know? Pour me some
wine: I'll tell you presently.
COLUMBINE: Pierrot, do you know, I think you drink too much.
PIERROT: 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?
COLUMBINE: La, indeed, How should I know?--It always takes me
one hand To count the other with. It's too confusing. Why?
PIERROT: Why?--I am a student, Columbine; And search into all
matters.
COLUMBINE: La, indeed?-- Count them yourself, then!
PIERROT: 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 title As follows: Woman Taking in Cheese from
Fire-Escape.
COLUMBINE: Well, I like that! So that is all I've meant To you!
PIERROT: Hush! 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. . . . Title: Uptown Express at Six O'Clock. Pour me a
drink.
COLUMBINE: Pierrot, you work too hard. You need a rest. Come on
out into the garden, And sing me something sad.
PIERROT: 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.
COLUMBINE: My hands are not cold!
PIERROT: Oh, I am sure they are. And you must have a shawl to wrap
about you, And sit by the fire.
COLUMBINE: Why, I'll do no such thing! I'm hot as a spoon in a
teacup!
PIERROT: 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!

COLUMBINE: Pierrot, My vinaigrette! I cannot live without My
vinaigrette!
PIERROT: My only love, you are So fundamental! . . . How would