Forthwith forget all joyance of the day,
Forget their laughter and forget their tears,
And dream away with singing all their years--
Moon-lovers always!
[_She sighs._]

PIERROT
Why art sad, sweet Moon?
[_Laughing._]

THE LADY
For this, my story, grant me now a boon.

PIERROT
I am thy servitor.

THE LADY
Would, then, I knew
More of the earth, what men and women do.

PIERROT
I will explain.

THE LADY
Let brevity attend
Thy wit, for night approaches to its end.

PIERROT
Once was I a page at Court, so trust in me:
That's the first lesson of society.