Yet we pity fair Adonis. As Aurora strokes her rosy fingers across the sky of dawn, let us call forth the soul of Adonis with the Dance of the Spirits. Woodland folk surround Adonis. Let us all take up the chant. Let Echo follow.
Women repeat chant.
Let the woodsmen lament for Adonis born of a tree. Let Echo follow. Men take up chant. Weep for thy dead lover, Columba. Cut off thy lovely hair and pour ashes upon thy head.