This is a cloak I found here. I am taking it home.
ANGEL.
It is an angel’s robe of feathers, a cloak no mortal man may wear. Put it back where you found it.
HAKURYŌ.
How? Is the owner of this cloak an angel of the sky? Why, then, I will put it in safe keeping. It shall be a treasure in the land, a marvel to men unborn.[171] I will not give back your cloak.
ANGEL.
Oh pitiful! How shall I cloakless tread
The wing-ways of the air, how climb
The sky, my home?
Oh, give it back, in charity give it back.
HAKURYŌ.
No charity is in me, and your moan
Makes my heart resolute.
Look, I take your robe, hide it, and will not give it back.
(Describing his own actions. Then he walks away.)