He picks up his bow and runs away.
Anne. Come back! Stay by me!
Child [laughing]. Play your part alone.
He is lost in the crowd. The Masks have drawn near. The first is small and closely veiled and carries the distaff. The second is tall: part of her face shows white: her hands are empty. The third is bowed and crowned: she carries the shears.
Anne. These are all dreams or I am mad. Who are you?
First Mask. His fate. I hold the thread.
Anne. I’ll see you!
First Mask. No!
As she retreats the Second Mask takes the distaff from her.
Second Mask. I tangle it.