The Witch. There's only one safe way . . .
The Queen. Yes?
The Witch. First, I must transform you into a different looking person altogether.
The Queen. And then?
The Witch. And then give you some means of disposing Snow White that the Dwarfs can't trace back to you. Fiddle, fetch me the deadly poison things.
The Queen. Ah, poison! Yes, that's it!
- [Fiddle fetches an odd looking box full of strange articles from the Magic Chest.
The Witch. [Examining them.] Almost none left. Pair of poisoned slippers—no use. Poisoned pipe—no. Oh, here! Best thing in the box,—the poisoned apple. Beautiful, isn't it? Only the red side is poisoned, the white side is perfectly good. If you want to tempt anybody, eat the white side yourself; but the least bite of the red side, and down they drop, dead as a tombstone.
