Act III, Scene III
Caroline Dumur stands centre stage to perform a missing scene in Masque Milano's production of Love. ‘Tonight she is Imogen... and tomorrow night she will be Juliet.’ With this scent, the flower of love itself simply had to take centre stage: Her Majesty, the rose. A single rose in bloom: love on stage.
The rose of love is in full bloom.
What could better describe the feelings of lovers than the fresh, lively scent of a scarlet flower?
Love, oh love.
Beloved, oh beloved.
And... what's in a name? What we call a rose
would smell just as sweet under any other name.
But often enough, love can come to a tragic end. The rose of love has withered. Only one night has passed, and it is as if a thousand years have gone by. Crush the withered rose in your hands. Only dust will remain. And a beautiful, wistful memory of how sweet this fleeting romance was.
