THYRSIS:  I know it, Corydon.

    [They reach out their arms to each other across the wall.]

COTHURNUS:  [Prompting.] “But how do I know—­”

THYRSIS:  Oh, yes. . . .  But how do I know this isn’t a trick
To water your sheep, and get the laugh on me?

CORYDON:  You can’t know, that’s the difficult thing about it,
Of course,—­you can’t be sure.  You have to take
My word for it.  And I know just how you feel. 
But one of us has to take a risk, or else,
Why, don’t you see?—­the game goes on forever! . . . 
It’s terrible, when you stop to think of it. . . . 
Oh, Thyrsis, now for the first time I feel
This wall is actually a wall, a thing
Come up between us, shutting you away
From me. . . .  I do not know you any more!

THYRSIS:  No, don’t say that!  Oh, Corydon, I’m willing
To drop it all, if you will!  Come on over
And water your sheep!  It is an ugly game. 
I hated it from the first. . . .  How did it start?

CORYDON:  I do not know . . .  I do not know . . .  I think
I am afraid of you!—­you are a stranger! 
I never set eyes on you before!  “Come over
And water my sheep,” indeed!—­They’ll be more thirsty
Than they are now before I bring them over
Into your land, and have you mixing them up
With yours, and calling them yours, and trying to
keep them!

    [Enter COLUMBINE]

COLUMBINE:  [To COTHURNUS.] Glummy, I want my hat.

THYRSIS:  Take it, and go.

COLUMBINE:  Take it and go, indeed.  Is it my hat,
Or isn’t it?  Is this my scene, or not? 
Take it and go!  Really, you know, you two
Are awfully funny!

    [Exit COLUMBINE]

THYRSIS:  Corydon, my friend,
I’m going to leave you now, and whittle me
A pipe, or sing a song, or go to sleep. 
When you have come to your senses, let me know.
[Goes back to where he has been sitting, lies down and sleeps.]

    [CORYDON, in going back to where he has been sitting, stumbles
    over bowl of colored confetti and colored paper ribbons.]

CORYDON:  Why, what is this?—­Red stones—­and purple stones—­
And stones stuck full of gold!—­The ground is full
Of gold and colored stones! . . .  I’m glad the wall
Was up before I found them!—­Otherwise,
I should have had to share them.  As it is,
They all belong to me. . . .  Unless—­

    [He goes to wall and digs up and down the length of it,
    to see if there are jewels on the other side.]

None here—­
None here—­none here—­They all belong to me!
[Sits.]

THYRSIS:  [Awakening.] How curious!  I thought the little black lamb
Came up and licked my hair; I saw the wool
About its neck as plain as anything! 
It must have been a dream.  The little black lamb
Is on the other side of the wall, I’m sure.

    [Goes to wall and looks over.  CORYDON is seated on the ground,
    tossing the confetti up into the air and catching it.]