be my damnation. I am dying. The sand has run out. Ring the bell, ring for my pupils. [fool rings.] For I am going from the country of the seven wandering stars, and am going to the country of the fixed stars. [Voices of pupils singing.] They are coming. I must make all plain to them, that they may wish His will be fulfilled though that be our damnation. There is no other truth.
pupils enter.
young man. Look at the Fool turned bell-ringer.
another. What have you called us in for, Teigue?
fool. There was something he wanted to say, but you must wake him, he has fallen asleep.
young man. No wonder he has dreams. He is so fast asleep that I cannot wake him. O, he is dead . . . .
pupils gather round
fool. Look, look, what has come from his mouth . . . a little winged thing . . . a little shining thing . . . it has gone to the door. . . . O look, there in the door. . . . [The angel appears at the door, she opens her hands and closes them again.] The Angel has taken it in her hands.
a young man. What are you pointing at?
