In the garden of the hotel. THE HANDSOME MAN WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHY is looking lovingly at LIVINIA, a servant girl with long hair. He holds her in his arms.
THE HANDSOME MAN: Tonight we will go from here…
LIVINIA: Yes.
THE HANDSOME MAN: My very own love.
LIVINIA: Oh, yes.
THE HANDSOME MAN: And you will be mine. In a little house by the woods. And there will be no man happier than I.
(They kiss. DAN comes on, serenades them.)
“What Road”
Once I was made beautiful in the light of an hour
But this year, I’m just a meal laid out for August to devour
So quick let’s go, it’s time for a ride
The future’s yours, no way to lie
It is not yours, it is a replica of scattered ash
And the road the rain’s on
What road, what road, what road, what road…