... It is where I keep the
unemployed Stars, my personal Perfumes, a few Glimmers that belong to me,
such as Will-o'-the-Wisps, Glow-worms and Fireflies, also the Dew, the Song
of the Nightingales and so on....
TYLTYL
Just so, the Stars, the Song of the Nightingales.... This must be the
door....
NIGHT
Open it, if you like; there Is nothing very bad inside....
(TYLTYL _throws the door wide open. The_ STARS, _in the shape of
beautiful young girls veiled in many-coloured radiancy, escape from their
prison, disperse over the hall and form graceful groups on the steps and
around the columns, bathed in a sort of luminous penumbra. The_ PERFUMES
OF THE NIGHT, _who are almost invisible, the_ WILL-O'-THE-WISPS,
_the_ FIREFLIES _and the transparent_ DEW _join them, while
the_ SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALES _streams from the cavern and floods the
Palace of_ NIGHT.)
MYTYL (_clapping her hands with delight_)
Oh, what pretty ladies!...
TYLTYL
And how well they dance!...
MYTYL
And how sweet they smell!...
TYLTYL
And how beautifully they sing!...
MYTYL
What are those, whom one can hardly see?...
NIGHT
Those are the Perfumes of my Shadow.
TYLTYL
And those others, over there, in spun glass?.
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