She runs to see. With a little cry she picks
them up, and shakes and smooths them. They are the Talaria. (Do you
know what Talaria are? Look up Mercurius in Lempriere's Classical
Dictionary.)
MERCURY. Wings! My wings!
PHILOSOPHER. Yes, they are wings. Left here by two children, and I hadn't
the heart to destroy them. But I hid them away; they are dangerous. The
very sight of wings makes men and women feel above themselves.
MERCURY. Bind them on.
[And Psyche kneels to bind them on his feet.
Sir, I return you your rags and your mask. They are at least more
picturesque than your present attire. Listen, the great gods are waking!
Monday morning in Olympus. Charon, stay with this fellow. He means well by
the world; but teach him to rebuild the boat. For when his work is done
he'll be glad to escape and to rest as you row him across the river.
Psyche, we're late. Let us fly.
[For the last time the blue curtains close.
UNCLE EDWARD. Now, your last bit ... the bit the journalist wrote in your
album.
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