a short play for Xmas

Agatha is sitting in a rocking chair, still. Enter Clive.

A: Maurice? Maurice is that you?
C: No it is I, Clive.
A: Oh I thought you were Maurice.
C: It is I, Clive but with the face of Maurice.
A: I see.
C: Can you still love me?
A: Can I still love you?
C: Yes.
A: In truth, I never loved you.
C: Oh.
A: Secretly, I always loved Maurice.
C: What was it you loved about him?
A: His face.
C: This one?
A: Yes. And now I can tell you to his face.

They look at each other in the face and kiss. The end.