(A small stage overwhelmed by a rococo prosce-<br >nium. The gilt of the rococo is tarnished, dusty, peeling.<br >Some of the finer flourishes of the ornamentation have<br >been damaged beyond repair. A gold-tassled, Burgundy<br >red curtain hangs bunched to one side. Threadbare,<br >patched, water stained, the curtain is clearly off its track,<br >and will never descend again.<br > Perched like a peregrine in the SL niche of the<br >proscenium, MELPOMENE the Muse of tragedy, sits,<br >crocheting. MELPOMENE is ancient, lean, constricted,<br >disdainful, a memento mori. She is robed in the grand<br >style of nineteenth century neoclassicism. The colors of<br >her gown are gloomy, the hem sadly figured with the<br >tragic mask. She wears a wreath of hemlock and funerary<br >ferns in her hair. She will watch with contempt as DAVID<br >and TOM act out what they assume to be the "happy<br >forever after" final scene of their play.<br >
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