If you insist on dress rehearsing tragedy then I will build you a stage of dark wood with thick velvet curtains, and a large rope made of fine gold thread If you insist on dress rehearsing tragedy then I will build you an entire theatre with ornate moldings, and high ceilings I will build you sets and I will light them from a booth in the back I will stage manage the imaginary players and conduct the orchestra, whose gloomy accompaniment shall be foreboding and beautiful When you are ready on opening night after all the tickets are sold I will seat the audience and hush loudly into the din flash the lights and raise the curtain You will be simply magnificent and convincing in a tale of great tragedy only you can spin The audience will gasp, and sigh at the appropriate intervals rapt under your spell When it is all said and done and you have died, fallen of the edge of the universe, reality has lost its shape, or you've been eaten by a lion (however this particular drama ends) I will be waiting in the wings With a bouquet of roses that I will throw at your feet and then I will take your hand in mine wipe away the sweat from your brow kiss your cheek and lead you back into the night where the stars shine so brightly and the air is so fresh Standing under the moon together We will start writing the comedy instead