Mona. There, I’ve escaped them! Now to find the shore,
I don’t think they will catch me any more.
(Moves toward tree.)
It must be this way, I can scent the sea.
Ah! Who are you, sir, under that old tree.
Noo. Don’t be afraid, fair maid, I cannot harm you;
Glued to this stone these tones need not alarm you.
I can’t get up (tries to rise.)
Mona. Why not?
Noo. The Gnome has tied me.