PRINCE. [Looking up] 'Tis a mirror.
SWANWHITE. Woe to us then! It is the witching mirror of my stepmother, and she has seen it all.
PRINCE. And in the mirror I can see the fireplace—there's a pumpkin hanging in it!
SWANWHITE. [Takes from the fireplace a mottled, strangely shaped pumpkin] What can it be? It has the look of an ear. The witch has heard us, too!—Alas, alas! [She throws the pumpkin into the fireplace and runs across the floor toward the bed; suddenly she stops on one foot, holding up the other]
Oh, she has strewn the floor with needles——
[She sits down and begins to rub her foot.
The PRINCE kneels in front of SWANWHITE in order to help her.
SWANWHITE. No, you mustn't touch my foot—you mustn't!
PRINCE. Dear heart, you must take off your stocking if I am to help.
SWANWHITE. [Sobbing] You mustn't—mustn't see my foot!