With gestures of grief and lamentation the three sisters now join hands and dance slowly, tossing their veils and singing as they go:
“Truth come not out from your horrid den. Hide deeper, fearful Truth. For you flaunt in the brutal gaze of the sun things that were better unknown and undone; you unveil the shameful; the dark you make clear, Hide! Hide! Hide!”
Here they make as if to cover Orlando with their draperies. The trumpets, meanwhile, still blare forth.
“The Truth and nothing but the Truth.”
At this the Sisters try to cast their veils over the mouths of the trumpets so as to muffle them, but in vain, for now all the trumpets blare forth together.
“Horrid Sisters, go!”
The sisters become distracted and wail in unison, still circling and flinging their veils up and down.
“It has not always been so! But men want us no longer; the women detest us. We go; we go. I