Now Suk! Now Gimel! Now you can get him!
(The gnomes, taking the slips, disappear.)
Ay, ay! Chase the monk! Crack the big bells!
Pluck up the pines and knock the steeples down!
Zory— (Rushing in.)
Me too, Granny!
Witch—Ay, you scamp! (Giving him a leaf.)
Bark now!
Skedaddle in the air!
Zory—I'll straddle the moon and—
(He disappears.)
Witch— There you go!
Ay, straddle her! Ride her through the clouds!
There they are, Thor.
Now for my dwarf. (Picking up her club.)
I'll bruise him a little. (Shouting.)
Sigurd!
I'll get you. (She goes out, left.)