A Night in the Old Marketplace

Y. L. Peretz

1908

Epilogue

[Curtain]

Narrator [entering and about to speak when he hears voices behind the scrim. Walking over, he peers through an opening in it]:

How they weep, how they mourn,

The wind-borne dead!

No new life was granted them.

Listen.

[Voices can be heard from behind the scrim, receding in to the distance.]

First Voice:

There once was someone who went off

A…

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