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ACT I.

SCENE I. _Witch bends over fire in middle of orchard, brewing a charm in
her caldron. Ogre stalks in, grinning frightfully, swinging his bludgeon
in triumph._

_Ogre._ Ha, old witch, it is done at last!
I have broken the King's stronghold!
I have stolen away his children twain
From the clutch of their guardsmen bold.
I have dragged them here to my castle tower.
Prince Hero is strong and fair.
But he and his sister shall rue my power,
When once up yon winding stair.

_Witch._ Now why didst thou plot such a wicked thing?
The children no harm have done.

_Ogre._ But I have a grudge 'gainst their father, the King,
A grudge that is old as the sun.
And hark ye, old hag, I must have thy aid
Before the new moon be risen.
Now brew me a charm in thy caldron black,
That shall keep them fast in their prison!

_Witch._ I'll brew thee no charm, thou Ogre dread!
Knowest thou not full well
The Princess thou hast stolen away
Is guarded by Fairy spell?
Her godmother over her cradle bent
"O Princess Winsome," she said,
"I give thee this gift: thou shalt deftly spin,
As thou wishest, Love's golden thread."
So I dare not brew thee a spell 'gainst her
My caldron would grow acold
And never again would bubble up,
If touched by her thread of gold.

_Ogre._ Then give me a charm to bind the prince.
Thou canst do that much at least.
I'll give thee more gold than hands can hold,
If thou'lt change him into some beast.

_Witch._ I have need of gold--so on the fire
I'll pile my fagots higher and higher,
And in the bubbling water stir
This hank of hair, this patch of fur,
This feather and this flapping fin,
This claw, this bone, this dried snake skin!
Bubble and boil
And snake skin coil,
This charm shall all plans
But the Ogre's foil.

[_As Witch stirs and sings, the Ogre, stalking to the side, calls._

_Ogre._ Ho, Frog-eye Fearsome, let the sport begin!
Hence to the tower! Drag the captives in!

[_Frog-eye Fearsome drags Prince Hero and Princess Winsome
across the stage, and into the door leading up the tower
stair. They are bound by ropes. Prince tries to reach his
sword. Princess shrieks._

_Princess._ Oh, save us, good, wise witch,
In pity, save us, pray.
The King, our royal father,
Thy goodness will repay. [_Pulls back, wringing hand._
Oh, I cannot, _cannot_ mount the tower!
Oh, save us from the bloody Ogre's power!

[_They are dragged into t