Or else, if they were pious bred,

Of angels from the skies,

That coming through the door,

Or, it may be, standing there,

Would solidly out stare

The steadiest eyes with their unnatural eyes,

Aye, on a man's own floor.

[An angel has come in. It should be played by a man if a man can be found with the right voice, and may wear a little golden domino and a halo made of metal. Or the whole face may be a beautiful mask, in which case the last sentence on page [136] should not be spoken.

Yet it is strange, the strangest thing I have known,

That I should still be haunted by the notion