(Hopping madly along, she rides to the back of the stage and vanishes for a time behind the cottage. Here the Witch becomes visible again; she comes to the foreground, where she suddenly pulls up and dismounts.)
Prr, broomstick, hi!
(She hobbles back to the stable and tickles Hänsel with a birch twig till he awakes.)
Up, awake, my mankin young;
come show to me your tongue!
(Hänsel puts his tongue out. The Witch smacks with her tongue.)
Dainty morsel! dainty morsel!
Little toothsome mankin come,
now let me see your thumb!
(Hänsel pokes out a small bone.)