shall bear her on your shoulders. When they see her they will rise to avenge her! And, to the Queen—death!
The Dwarfs. [Solemnly.] Death!
Berthold. We will enter the city crying, "In the name of our Princess Snow White!"
The Dwarfs. [Repeating solemnly.] "In the name of our Princess Snow White!"
Berthold. Lift her up and come.
- [Gently Dwarfs raise Snow White's coffin on their shoulders, and following Berthold, march out of the moonlit glade and into the deep shadow of the Forest on their way to the City as
the curtain falls
