a moon or a broom. She is made up.)
CHANTEUSE
AN ISOSCORPION CAME FROM A CLOCK.IT HAD NO TAIL FOR STINGING.
AN ICE-OLD WARRIOR GAVE ME A ROCK.
I HAVE NO HEART FOR SINGING.
I HAVE NO HEART FOR SINGING, MY FRIENDS.
I HAVE NO HEART FOR SINGING.
(Her eye catches someone in the audience. An OLD MAN, with glinty teeth,
smiles. He holds up her heart on a string, which he swings like a pendulum. She
looks away.)
CHANTEUSE (Continued)
I HAVE NO HEART FOR SINGING, MY FRIENDS.I HAVE NO HEART FOR SINGING.
(Swinging continues.)
THE END.
