NIGHT What?...
TYLTYL (upset) I don't know, it was awful!... They were all seated like monsters without eyes.... Who was the giant who tried to seize me?...
NIGHT It was probably Silence; he has charge of this door.... It appears to have been alarming?... You are quite pale still and trembling all over....
TYLTYL Yes, I would never have believed.... I had never seen.... And my hands are frozen....
NIGHT It will be worse presently if you go on....
TYLTYL (going to the next door) And this one?... Is this terrible also?...
NIGHT No; there is a little of everything here.... 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.)