"Put on your costume, powder your face. The people pay to be here, and they want to laugh. And if Harlequin shall steal your Colombina, laugh, Pagliaccio, so the crowd will cheer! Turn your distress and tears into jest, your pain and sobbing into a funny face – Ah! Laugh, Pagliaccio, at your broken love! Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!"