I come right to you. I creep into your arms. You won't hurt me, will you?
Berthold. Oh, my darling! If it were my life alone that were at stake I would suffer any torture rather than harm a hair of your beloved head. But the Queen . . .
Snow White. Oh, you mean—that the Queen will kill you, unless . . . ?
Berthold. Not me, Princess, but my children. She has shut them up in the Grey Tower, and she will starve them to death . . .
Snow White. Oh, Berthold! [Then after a little pause, she goes on softly.] I know your little children. They have blue eyes and yellow hair. I've played with them. She would do it, too. [She thinks a moment; then with sudden resolution, goes on.] Kiss me good-bye, Berthold. I couldn't live and think of your children. See, I'm not crying—I'm not even very frightened. I'll turn away and shut my eyes. But please be quick!
