s c e n e   2

SCENE ~ Std. IX foyer.



Enter UMARPAL and FRIEND

        Umarpal: I see with lack-luster eye from my dial, that it is ten o'clock.
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.
But I must not get bogg'd down with such tomfoolery,
For I am late for class..

        Friend: Aye, thou art late. I have overheard Ms. Louis and her practices.
This is no place; this foyer is but a butchery:
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

        Umarpal: Alas 'tis too late:
I have just escaped from mother's shoutings.
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant parent unto a tyrant teacher.

Exeunt.

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