Second Wood-Chopper. He must have more about him—hid.
First Wood-Chopper. We will come back when he is asleep.
Second Wood-Chopper. Ho! We will.
First Wood-Chopper. We'd better sharpen the axe.
Second Wood-Chopper. No, he's a babe. Our hands will do, or a good rope round his neck.
Old Woman. Those rogues are up to something.
First Wood-Chopper. Good! Now we have drunk and are rested. We must get on to town before morning.
Second Wood-Chopper. Health and a pleasant journey.
Prince. Health, my good people.
First Wood-Chopper. We'll be back. Get him to sleep quick, and leave a light burning.
Old Woman. Wretches! No! You shan't come back to-night.
Second Wood-Chopper. Look out then, to-morrow! Well, it's all settled.
First Wood-Chopper. Sleep tight.
The two Wood-Choppers go out.
Prince. Poor men! Their life is hard. They must have families, too, and children.
Old Woman. He has a kind heart. No, no, I can't allow it. [Aloud] My noble boy, leave this house—at once! Do not delay an instant.
Prince. What is the matter?
Old Woman. Don't ask me, believe me. Ah! If you only knew…
Prince. What? Nothing can frighten me. I know that you must submit me to terrible proofs. I must encounter danger with a light heart. I know that happiness awaits me at last!
