Aye, search the forest, drag the pond!
The Frog.
You look to the forest; leave the pond to me! [While about to run out he sees Moss-Rose and utters a wild cry.] Ah-h!
All.
What is it? [They run to the spot, and seeing her, also cry out.]
The King.
My child, my little daughter, my Moss-Rose!
The Queen.
Moss-Rose! Oh, my baby!
The King.