“Chastity Avaunt! Begone Chastity!”

Then Our Lady of Modesty speaks, so low that one can hardly hear:

“I am she that men call Modesty. Virgin I am and ever shall be. Not for me the fruitful fields and the fertile vineyard. Increase is odious to me; and when the apples burgeon or the flocks breed, I run, I run; I let my mantle fall. My hair covers my eyes. I do not see. Spare, O spare!”

Again the trumpets peal forth.

“Modesty Avaunt! Begone Modesty!”

With gestures of grief and lamentation the three sisters now join hands and dance slowly, tossing their veils and singing as they go: