- begin to seek under the beds, and behind the pump; but Flick pulls up the tablecloth and cries:
Flick. Look! Here she is!
- [They move the table away and kneel about her in consternation.
Blick. She has fainted. Water!
Glick. Is she hurt?
Flick. Unlace her bodice.
Blick. It's loose. She's breathing, faintly.
Flick. What's that in her hair?
Blick. A comb. She never wore it before. Out with it! [He draws the comb from Snow White's hair; but suddenly hurls it away, crying.] Oh! it burned my fingers!
Snick. Poisoned?
Glick. Look!
- [Snow White's eyelids flutter and she sighs.
