It begins to snow more heavily.  The men stand watching them.  Slowly the old boat comes into view.  This time Cupid is in the bow, trying to shield his burden from the storm.  Fair stands at the other end, rowing.  The snow grows thicker and thicker ’till, as the boat is nearly off, it is blotted from the sight.  The soldiers stand with heads uncovered in the driving storm as

The curtain creeps slowly down.