The Pedlar-Woman. [Going to the door.] You shan't escape me this time, my little beauty! You have no soft-hearted Berthold to deal with now, but Brangomar, Brangomar her very self! [And off she strides toward the house of the Seven Dwarfs.]
- [Left alone with Fiddle, the Witch goes to the blazing fire and again sits down upon it, thoughtfully.
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The Witch. Poor little Snow White! I'm afraid her goose is cooked this time. I'm really sorry for her. I don't bear her any ill will in spite of my pigs' tails. Fiddle, bring my mirror.
- [Fiddle brings the mirror, and Witch Hex studies her new appearance carefully.
The Witch. Oh, not so bad after all! They're quite becoming; sure to keep their curl in the dampest weather, and certainly the very latest thing!
the curtain falls