And the material interests of our fathers.
SYLVETTE. An excellent marriage, in short: a marriage of
convenience! And our poor idyl!
PERCINET. Gone.
SYLVETTE. Gone! So I'm the good little girl of the family!
PERCINET. And I the obedient little son! But it was only as Romeo
that I appealed to you!
SYLVETTE. Well, you are no longer that!
PERCINET. And do you think you are Juliet?
SYLVETTE. Now you're bitter.
PERCINET. And you cynical.
SYLVETTE. If you were ridiculous, is it my fault?
PERCINET. I at least had a partner!
SYLVETTE. I, too! Poor Blue Bird, you are beautifully plucked!
PERCINET. [Bitterly] A pre-arranged abduction!
SYLVETTE. Farce, all of it!
PERCINET. And I your savior! All our poetry was bought and paid
for. Our beautiful bubble is now a tiny fleck of soap. Farewell,
Shakespearean lovers--we have nothing in common with you!
SYLVETTE. Nothing!
PERCINET. In place of a divine drama, we played an infamous parody.
SYLVETTE. Our nightingale was a sparrow!
PERCINET. And the immortal wall a punch-and-judy theater. We were
the puppets, worked by our fathers.
SYLVETTE. But how much more ridiculous we should be if we loved
each other less than we do!
PERCINET.
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