Pierrot (naïvely): I seem to have waked you.
Harlequin: Why didn’t you do it earlier?
Pierrot : What for?
Harlequin: My hours are numbered.
Pierrot : Rubbish!
Harlequin: I want to live them.
Pierrot : And you will.
Harlequin: You nearly let me sleep them away.
Pierrot : I thought
Harlequin: What’s the time?
Pierrot : Six.
Harlequin: Only.
Pierrot : Yes. How do you feel?
Harlequin: Dying.
Pierrot : You’re frightening me. (Weeps.)
Harlequin: Stop! Why, I’m alive! What have you done? Isn’t my clock wrong?
Pierrot : I went for a doctor. Lie down quietly. I must take your temperature.
Harlequin: For a doctor? (Giggles.) Will, what of it, if he cures me
Pierrot : Lift up your arm. That’s the way. (Applies a thermometer.) Is that someone coming? (The thermometer begins to burn.)
Harlequin: It shows the exact temperature.
