OLD LADY. Are you interceding for me?
LADY IN WHITE. It is what I have been taught to do.
OLD LADY. You hypocrite! If you only dared, you would wish me buried as deep as there are miles from here to the sun!
MASTER OF CEREMONIES. Down with you—monster!
[As he touches her with his staff she falls to the ground
Again the scene is changed while the curtain remains up. The bust of Pan sinks into the earth. The musicians and the throne with its attendant sins disappear behind pieces of; scenery that are lowered from above. At last the cross-roads with the surrounding pine woods appear again, and the OLD LADY is discovered lying at the foot of a sign-post.
WITCH. Get up!
OLD LADY. I cannot—I am frozen stiff——
WITCH. The sun will rise in a moment. The cock has crowed. The matin bells are ringing.
OLD LADY. I don't care for the sun.
WITCH. Then you'll have to walk in darkness.