I love it!
BERGAMIN. I see nothing lovable about it!
SYLVETTE. [Aside] He can't see why!
PERCINET. But it is charming, all covered with ivy and creeper.
See here, what honeysuckle! This hundred-year-old wall, with its
clinging vines, its constellations of flowers, looking through the
crannies, kissed by the summer sun, makes the bench a throne fit
for kings!
BERGAMIN. Nonsense, you hare-brained youth! Do you mean to tell
me that this wall has eyes?
PERCINET. Ah, what eyes! [Turns toward the wall.] Of soft azure,
yet dazzlingly blue; let but a tear come to dim your brightness,
or a single kiss--
BERGAMIN. But the wall hasn't eyes, you idiot!
PERCINET. See this vine, though! [He plucks part of the vine from
the wall and graciously presents it to his father.]
SYLVETTE. [Aside] How clever!
BERGAMIN. How stupid! But I know now what has turned your silly
head: you come here to read! [SYLVETTE starts as she hears this.
PERCINET also shows signs of fear as his father pulls the book from
the youth's pocket.] Plays! [He drops the book in horror.] And
verse! Verse! That's what's turned your head. Now I see why you
talk about eyes and honeysuckle. I tell you, to be useful, a wall
doesn't have to be beautiful.
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