(The morning and noon hours
Waltz in their places, turning,
each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. CAVALIERS behind them
arch and suspend their arms, with hands descending to, touching, rising
from their shoulders.)
Hours: You may touch my.
CAVALIERS: May I touch your?
Hours: O, but lightly!
CAVALIERS: O, so lightly!
My little shy little lass has a waist.
(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly
with looser swing. The twilight
advance from long LANDSHADOWS, dispersed, lagging, LANGUIDEYED, their
cheeks delicate with CIPRIA and false faint bloom. They are in grey gauze
with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze.)
Maginni: Avant Huit! Traverse! SALUT! Cours de mains! CROISE!
(The night hours, one by
one, steal to the last place.
Morning, noon and
twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with DAGGERED hair
and bracelets of dull bells. Weary they CURCHYCURCHY under veils.)
The bracelets: Heigho! Heigho!
Zoe: (Twirling, her hand to her brow) O!
Maginni: Les TIROIRS! CHAINE de dames! La CORBEILLE! DOS A dos!
(ARABESQUING wearily they weave A pattern
on the floor, Weaving,
UNWEAVING, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)
Zoe: I’m giddy!
(She Frees herself, droops on
A chair. Stephen seizes Florry
Maginni: BOULANGERE! Les RONDS! Les PONTS! CHEVAUX de Bois! ESCARGOTS!
(Twining, receding, with interchanging
hands the night hours link
each with arching arms in A mosaic of movements. Stephen and Florry turn