Filimón. What are you going to tell me now?
Miller. What is it now, early in the morning?
Filimón. Not very late yet, the sun has not yet set behind the woods.
Miller. Turn three times around, towards the sun.
Filimón. What for?
Miller. That’s what I need in my sorcery. Do as you are told!
Filimón. To please you, I’ll turn around. (Turns around once.)
Miller. Once more, towards the sun.
Filimón (turning around). Here it is, and towards the sun.
Miller. Now stand against this tree. (Filimón is about to start for the tree, but the Miller says): No, no, stop! Have you a kerchief?