(She opens the oven door; the heat has apparently diminished. Meanwhile Hänsel makes violent signs to Gretel.)
Hänsel (softly opening the stable door).
Sister dear,
O beware!
The Witch (looking greedily at Gretel).
She makes my mouth water,
this pretty little daughter!
Come, Gretel mine,
sugar-maiden mine!
(Gretel comes towards her.)