Title: "The Easel Rivals"
A Comedy in Four Acts
Dramatis Personae:
ACT I – A Canvas of Contempt
A public square in Abalsodade. Two grand easels stand opposite each other. Gabriello, in a flamboyant beret, feverishly paints. Valentina, across from him, works furiously. Their eyes dart to each other’s canvas with equal measures of loathing and intrigue.
GABRIELLO: How fares thy feeble hand, O dame of smears?
Hath yet thy brush resolved to paint aright,
Or dost thou slather pigment as a babe
Who knows not red from rot?
VALENTINA: Ha! Thou prattling cockatoo of color,
Were mine own work as foul as thine, good sir,
I wouldst pluck out mine eyes and gift them thee,
For surely thou dost paint by sense of smell.
GABRIELLO: (aside) Her tongue doth cut me, yet it whets desire.