The Pedlar-Woman. That's my pet; that's my sweetheart! Now sit you down, [Snow White sits on a stool] and shut your eyes so you shan't peep till it's in . . . are they shut?
Snow White. [Laughing.] Yes, tight shut!
The Pedlar-Woman. Then, here goes!
- [She puts the poisoned comb in Snow White's hair. For a moment Snow White does not move. Then with a little moan, she rises, swaying.
Snow White. Oh, my head—my head! [She tries to put her hand to her head; but suddenly she totters, falls in a heap on the floor and lies quite still.]
The Pedlar-Woman. [Watches her for a moment, then cries exultingly.] Ah, ha! So, my dear step-daughter, Queen Brangomar laughs last, after all! Now, to count one hundred while the poison works. [And she begins to count.] "One, two, three, four, five . . ." [Suddenly she stops to listen.] What's that?
