ANGEL.
Oh, I am happy! Give it me then!
HAKURYŌ.
Wait. I have heard tell of the dances that are danced in heaven. Dance for me now, and I will give back your robe.
ANGEL.
I am happy, happy. Now I shall have wings and mount the sky again.
And for thanksgiving I bequeath
A dance of remembrance to the world,
Fit for the princes of men:
The dance-tune that makes to turn
The towers of the moon,
I will dance it here and as an heirloom leave it
To the sorrowful men of the world.
Give back my mantle, I cannot dance without it.
Say what you will, I must first have back the robe.
HAKURYŌ.
Not yet, for if I give back your robe, not a step would you dance, but fly with it straight to the sky.
ANGEL.
No, no. Doubt is for mortals;
In heaven is no deceit.