"She is like moonlight, shining upon my heart."
The young and handsome nobleman, dressed in lavish and flamboyant clothes, recited devotedly.
"She wears a false mask, and everything she says to you is a lie," said the old hag, with an ugly hooked nose and a stooped back, like a witch.
The young nobleman showed anger, drew his slender sword, and pointed its tip at the old hag. His legs, clad in pure white silk, took a step forward: "Wizard, I will not listen to your slander. Get out, or die!"
"Poor little nobleman... you will pay for your choice today."
The young nobleman advanced, and the old hag opened her mouth to deliver a sharp curse. Her cloak, like bat wings, was pulled up by invisible strings as she retreated behind the scenes.
This play on the square didn't have a large audience, only some children and indifferent old men gathered in front of the stage, along with occasional passersby.
