and dearly love my fellow-men.
I'm artless as a new born child!
That's why the children to me are so dear,
so dear, so dear, ah, so che-arming to eat!
(Caresses Hänsel.)
Hänsel (turning roughly away).
Go, get you gone from my sight!
I hate, I loathe you quite!
The Witch.
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