But no, you're not clever enough to be trusted with that. Ah, here we are,—the poisoned comb. The very thing!
The Queen. Let me see it! [She seizes the jewelled comb.]
The Witch. Put that in Snow White's hair, let it stay there while you count one hundred, and all's over with her. It doesn't work instantly like the apple, but it's much safer with a stupid person like you.
The Queen. How my fingers itch to set this in her black hair. Now what disguise?
The Witch. Disguise? Oh yes! Fiddle, bring me the Transformation Mixtures.
- [Fiddle brings from the chest three odd-shaped bottles, one filled with green, one with purple, and one with orange liquid.
The Witch. Are these all? My entire stock of magic is running out. Lucky I'm going to retire from business next year.
