She knows what the King commands.
Br-r-r! King commands Br!
God’s own angels from aloft
Down white moon’s beam
Gently slide and whisper soft
In baby’s dream.
Baby smiles, as well she may,
For she hears the angels say,
Hush! Angels say Hush-sh!
[During this Moss-Rose looks up and seeing the Three Weird Sisters dances and claps her hands in an ecstasy of glee, joining in the chorus of the song. At one point, noticing the spindle, she holds up her hands for this entreatingly, on which the Fate holding it, lowers it to her by its thread. Moss-Rose delightedly dances about, playing with it, its thread still retained by the Fate. Suddenly the maiden pricks her finger, and stops in her dance. She staggers slightly, as if dizzy, looks at her finger, sucks this, and laughs, as if it were but a trifling matter. Then she passes her hand over her brow, as if dazed, becomes more and more sleepy, and finally falls on a couch at the foot of the mug in enchanted slumber. The King, Queen and all the Court return, breathless with their quest. The Fates disappear as they came, but the spindle with its attaching thread remains in the young girl’s hand.]