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           Willsomepleashepershonnotnowimpedimentsocatastrophicsmitagitationoffirstclasstablenumpkin?(Hemews.)Pusspusspusspuss!(Hesighs,drawsbackandstaressidewaysdownwithdroppingunderjaw.)Well,well.Hedothrestanon.(Hesnapshisjawssuddenlyontheair.)

           THEMOTH:

           I’matinytinything

           Everflyinginthespring

           Roundandroundaringaring.

           LongagoIwasaking

           NowIdothiskindofthing

           Onthewing,onthewing!

           Bing!

           (Herushesagainstthemauveshade,flappingnoisily.)Prettyprettyprettyprettyprettyprettypetticoats.

           (FromleftupperentrancewithtwoglidingstepsHenryFlowercomesforwardtoleftfrontcentre.Hewearsadarkmantleanddroopingplumedsombrero.HecarriesasilverstringedinlaiddulcimerandalongstemmedbambooJacob’spipe,itsclaybowlfashionedasafemalehead.Hewearsdarkvelvethoseandsilverbuckledpumps.HehastheromanticSaviour’sfacewithflowinglocks,thinbeardandmoustache.HisspindlelegsandsparrowfeetarethoseofthetenorMario,princeofCandia.Hesettlesdownhisgofferedruffsandmoistenshislipswithapassageofhisamoroustongue.)

           HENRY:(Inalowdulcetvoice,touchingthestringsofhisguitar.)Thereisaflowerthatbloometh.

           (Viragtruculent,hisjowlset,staresatthelamp.GraveBloomregardsZoe’sneck.Henrygallantturnswithpendantdewlaptothepiano.)

           STEPHEN:(Tohimself.)Playwithyoureyesshut.Imitatepa.Fillingmybellywithhusksofswine.Toomuchofthis.Iwillariseandgotomy.Expectthisisthe.Steve,thouartinaparlousway.MustvisitoldDeasyortelegraph.