Old Hag: There must be something your little heart desires. Perhaps there’s someone you love.
Snow White: Well, there is someone.
Old Hag: I thought so. I thought so. (laughter) Old granny knows a young girl’s heart. Now take the apple dearie, and make a wish (placing the apple in Snow White’s hands)
Snow White (holding up the apple with her eyes closed): I wish, I wish…
Old Hag: That’s it. Go on, go on…
Snow White: …and that he will carry me away to his castle where we will live happily ever after.
Old Hag: Fine! Fine! Now, take a bite!…Don’t let the wish grow cold!
Snow White (after biting into the apple): Oh, I feel strange, oh, oh…
Old Hag (expectantly rubbing her hands together): Her breath will still. Her blood congeal.