SCENE: The same, later. BARBARA lies motionless, still sleeping. -- MICHAEL, sitting on the bank opposite, fingers the pipe with awe and wistfulness. He blows softly upon it; then looks at the girl hopefully. She does not stir.
Enter the PIPER, from the hills at back. He carries a pair of water-jars slung over his shoulders, and seems to be in high feather.
OUT of your cage, Come out of your cage And take your soul on a pilgrimage!
Pease in your shoes, an if you must!
But out and away, before you're dust:
Scribe and Stay-at-home, Saint and Sage, Out of your cage, Out of your cage! --