Scaramouche enters. His mask is sapphire glass, his teeth White House white. He replaces Harlequin who, it seemed, had a halfway good idea what’s going on. What’s going on? Pantalone takes from the poor and gives to the rich. “Let losers get sick!” His right hand tweets like a crazed bird. Scaramouche obfuscates. He claims Scapino eats his own hot dogs, that Harlequin’s a bung fobwatch. Pantalone brags to children he knows hot people. July is a cliff-edge. [Interlude: Fireworks] Expect Harlequin to re-replace Scaramouche in the next scene. If Capitano doesn’t drop a stinkbomb first and ruin the party.