First Wood-Chopper. You can help us with the trick, as you always do.
Old Woman. Don't you deceive yourself. This poor boy goes out of my house safe and sound.
Second Wood-Chopper. Leave off your gabble and fetch us something to drink.
Prince. What a life for these poor men! It must be hard, to judge by the appearance.
First Wood-Chopper. Why not? Running over the mountain all day to gather a miserable bundle of wood.
Second Wood-Chopper. There never ought to be winter time for the poor.
First Wood-Chopper. But I prefer the winter. What do you say to summer?
Second Wood-Chopper. All the year is evil for those whose lives are poor.
Prince. Poor fellows! My lady fairy, you ought to take pity on them, and divide your riches with them.
Old Woman. You see now that is what I do. This is all my riches—this old, musty wine. Don't you want to try it?
Prince. Here! Give it to me… It is not bad.
First Wood-Chopper. Ah! This gives life.
Second Wood-Chopper. This cheers the heart.
Prince. Here, my good people. It's for you… For you!
First Wood-Chopper. Gold!
Second Wood-Chopper. Gold? Pigs and chestnuts!
Prince. [To the Old Woman] And for you, too.… Why are you laughing at me?
Old Woman. No, no, I am not laughing. I am much obliged. When did I ever see so much money all at once?
First Wood-Chopper. Did you see? His pockets were full of gold.
