My journey's end! This surely is the glade Which I was promised: I have well obeyed! A clue of lilies was I bid to find, Where the green alleys most obscurely wind; Where tall oaks darkliest canopy o'erhead, And moss and violet make the softest bed; Where the path ends, and leagues behind me lie The gleaming courts and gardens of Versailles; The lilies streamed before me, green and white; I gathered, following: they led me right, To the bright temple and the sacred grove: This is, in truth, the very shrine of Love! It is so solitary, I grow afraid. Is there no priest here, no devoted maid? Is there no oracle, no voice to speak, Interpreting to me the word I seek? Too soon! too soon! in that enchanting strain Days yet unlived, I almost lived again: It almost taught me that I most would know— Why am I here, and why am I Pierrot? Why came I here, and why am I Pierrot? That music and this silence both affright; Pierrot can never be a friend of night. I never felt my solitude before— Once safe at home, I will return no more. Yet the commandment of the scroll was plain; While the light lingers let me read again. "He loves to-night who never loved before; Who ever loved, to-night shall love once more." I never loved! I know not what love is. I am so ignorant—but what is this?

Pierrot Monologue from A Dramatic Fantasy

Rehearse Pierrot's monologue