Wait till she
cerebrates. And she cerebrates some!
GRACE. No child at her mother's knee was more innocent than I. How then did
knowledge of good and evil come? I will tell you. I will tell you of the
evil first ...
PANTALOON. Columbine, you go and wait outside.
GRACE. [With a louder croak.] Passion...!
CLOWN. Stop!
MAN OF THE WORLD. Don't interrupt.
CLOWN. She ain't got no right to it with a voice like that.
GRACE. Laughter...!
CLOWN. Never laughed in her life! Never had a life to laugh in!
MAN OF THE WORLD. Young man, if this were a performance, you would be dealt
with by our aesthetic policewoman. Vulgar comments made in public upon
works of art are now an indictable offence.
CLOWN. Works of what?
GRACE. ...And the joy of life!
CLOWN. Stop, I say!
MAN OF THE WORLD. For the last time... don't interrupt.
CLOWN. I will interrupt. And I'll smash those durned machines, though the
last Clown in the world is hung for it. For that's me ...that's me! Oh, has
it come to this, after all we've done for the theatre! Haven't we loved it,
Grandfer, haven't we? My red-hot poker's in pawn, and I've worn out the
sausages.
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