[_Pulls back, wringing hand._ Oh, I cannot, _cannot_ mount the tower! Oh, save us from the bloody Ogre's power! [_They are dragged into the tower, door bangs and Ogre locks it with key a yard long.

Goes back to Witch, who hands him vial filled from caldron with black mixture._ _Witch._ Pour drop by drop upon Prince Hero's tongue.
First he will bark.

His hands and feet Will turn to paws, and he will seem a dog.
Seven drops will make the change complete.
The poison has no antidote save one, And he a prince again can never be, Unless seven silver plums he eats, Plucked from my golden apple-tree.
_Ogre._ Revenge is sweet, And soon 'twill be complete! Then to my den I'll haste for gold to delve.
I'll bring it at the black, bleak hour of twelve! _Witch._ And I upon my broomstick now must fly To woodland tryst.

Come, Horned Owl And Venomed Toad! Now play the spy! Let no one through my orchard prowl.
[_Exit Witch and Ogre to dirge music._ SCENE II.

_Enter King and Queen weeping.