(VirgilandBeatricearesittingatthefootofthetree.Theyarelookingoutblankly.Silence.)
Virgil:WhatI’dgiveforapear.Beatrice:Apear?Virgil:Yes.Aripeandjuicyone.
(Pause.)
Beatrice:I’veneverhadapear.Virgil:What?Beatrice:Infact,Idon’tthinkI’veeverseteyesonone.Virgil:Howisthatpossible?It’sacommonfruit.Beatrice:Myparentswerealwayseatingapplesandcarrots.Iguesstheydidn’tlikepears.Virgil:Butpearsaresogood!Ibetyouthere’sapeartreerightaroundhere.
(Helooksabout.)
…Beatrice:Whatdoesapeartastelike?Virgil:Wait.Youmustsmellitfirst.Aripepearbreathesafragrancethatiswateryandsubtle,itspowerlyinginthelightnessofitsimpression