- Witch sniffs the steam from the cauldron, and then sips a little of the brew from the ladle.
The Witch. Tastes good, and hot enough. Yes, the ladle is red hot. Now that's all except the heart. Fiddle, set the kettle to cool.
- [Fiddle takes the cauldron from over the fire and sets it in the corner.
The Witch. I'm chilly! [She tucks up her skirts and sits down comfortably on the blazing fire.] Ah, that feels good! Nothing to do now but wait for Snow White's heart. But then you shall see—what you shall see a beautiful head of long, wavy hair. Ah, here's Brangomar at last.
[Queen Brangomar enters. Fiddle bows low to her.
The Queen. Sorry to be late, dear Hexy, but Berthold never returned till morning, and then I had to see personally to having him locked up in
