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?...
NIGHT They are the Dew of the plains and forests.... But enough!... They would never have done.... It is the devil's own business to get them back, once they begin to dance.... (Clapping her hands together.) Now then, Stars, quick!... This is not the time for dancing.... The sky is overcast and heavily clouded.... Come, quick, in with you, or I will go and fetch a ray of sunlight!... (The STARS, PERFUMES, etc., take to flight in dismay and rush back into the cavern; and the door is closed upon them. At the same time, the song of the NIGHTINGALE ceases.)
TYLTYL (going to the door at the back) Here is the great middle door....
NIGHT (gravely) Do not open that one...