(In a hoarse whisper.) St! George! (Suddenly on the little stage day becomes night. What had George to do with it? [In a hoarse whisper still.) Bring 'em round a bit... the number two steels. [And the moon, obediently turning, floods the little stage. Indeed it is pretty. Uncle Edward can't contain himself. And he has given it away anyhow. Romantic, isn't it? And just the colour moonlight ought to be. [The music tells us this is real romance. Dark figures are flitting among the trees. Who are they? Gelsomino, Harlequin, Pantaloon. The Man of the World, wrapped dramatically in a great black cloak, arrives. "Arrives" is poor. He approaches. Pantaloon totters down to him. "Wait, and your love will come." He waits and his love comes, waddling most amazingly and wrapped in the tablecloth. We are sure it's Clown, and who wouldn't be? But the Man of the World--for a real Man of the World--is strangely deceived. He kneels to her adoringly; he rises and would embrace her passionately.

Uncle Edward Monologue from The Harlequinade: An Excursion

Rehearse Uncle Edward's monologue