RAVENSBANE Rachel! Mistress!
RACHEL My dear lord!
[As Ravensbane is placing the silken tassel on Rachel’s breast to fasten it there, Richard, by the mirror, pulls the curtain back.]
RICHARD Lovers! This is the glass of truth. Behold yourselves!
RACHEL [Looking into the glass, screams and turns her gaze fearfully upon Ravensbane.] Ah! Do not look!
DICKON [Who, having turned round from the virginals, has leapt forward, now turns back again, biting his finger.] Too late! [In the glass are reflected the figures of Rachel and Ravensbane—Rachel just as she herself appears, but Ravensbane in his essential form of a scarecrow, in every movement reflecting Ravensbane’s motions. The thing in the glass is about to pin a wisp of corn-silk on the mirrored breast of the maiden.]
RAVENSBANE What is there?
RACHEL [Looking again, starts away from Ravensbane.] Leave me! Leave me!—Richard!
RAVENSBANE [Gazing at the glass, clings to Rachel as though to protect her.] Help her! See! It is seizing her.
RACHEL Richard! [She faints in Richard’s arms.]