But let's have a try to make him laugh. Take the starch out of
him! Take the banknote rustle out of him! Take the Theatre from him.
Save it and save him, too! Come on, old 'un. Kiss your hand, Columbine.
Harlequin, if you love me, if you love the drama, have one more try.
Magic...Magic! Turn these clicking clocks there back into wholesome human
bad actors again, and turn the Deputy Inspector of the New York Circuit of
the Hustle Bustle Trust of Automatic...
[Columbine trips across the stage. Pantaloon chuckles. Clown tumbles
head over heels and sends the Man of the World flying. Harlequin leaps
in the air and smites with his wand the two pink gramophones on
two green stands. They vanish! Down through a trap goes the Man of the
World. Red Fire! And Alice, as she tugs the curtains to, calls in her
most stentorian tones...
ALICE. Grand transformation scene! I always draw the curtains rather quick
because it never works quite right.
[She waits a little, and then, very simply, says
The gods go back.
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