Angel

Farewell—farewell,

For I am weary of the weight of time.

[Angel goes out. Wise Man makes a step to follow and pauses. Some of his pupils come in at the other side of the stage.

First Pupil

Master, master, you must choose the subject.

[Enter other pupils with Fool, about whom they dance; all the pupils may have little cushions on which presently they seat themselves.

Second Pupil

Here is a subject—where have the Fool's wits gone? (singing)