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60 be my damnation. I am dying. The sand has run out. Ring the bell, ring for my pupils. [ rings.] For I am going from the country of the seven wandering stars, and am going to the country of the fixed stars. [Voices of pupils singing.] They are coming. I must make all plain to them, that they may wish His will be fulfilled though that be our damnation. There is no other truth. [Dies.

. Look at the Fool turned bell-ringer.

. What have you called us in for, Teigue?

. There was something he wanted to say, but you must wake him, he has fallen asleep.

. No wonder he has dreams. He is so fast asleep that I cannot wake him. O, he is dead. . ..

. Look, look, what has come from his mouth. . . a little winged thing. . . a little shining thing. . . it has gone to the door. . . . O look, there in the door. . . . [The appears at the door, she opens her hands and closes them again.] The Angel has taken it in her hands.

. What are you pointing at?