BEA. When it pleased me not,
I looked at you.

MAR. And when I pleased you not--?

BEA. I looked at Harlequin. However, I saw him
But fleetingly. Pray, was he dark or fair?

LUIGI. Laura!

LAU. Who calls? La, it is only Luigi!

LUIGI. Laura, there'll be a moon tonight.

LAU. I' faith,
There was a moon last night. [She sighs.]

LUIGI. At ten o'clock,
Were I by a certain gate, would you be there?
What say you?

LAU. Ay,--if weariness overtook me,
And I could not get further!

CAR. La, 'tis sun-down!

[In the meantime the crowd has been breaking up and dispersing.
The curtain falls on the disappearing spectators and on Pierrot
and his troupe packing up their wagon to go to the next town.]