Ha, ha, ha! You will never catch her!
GRANDMOTHER. My poor Karen! My poor Karen!
COACHMAN (_returning_). I couldn't catch her, madam! She danced right out
of the town gate!
GRANDMOTHER. Out of the town gate?
COACHMAN. Yes, madam, and straight for the dark wood.
GRANDMOTHER. We will drive after her!
[_Coachman jumps to his seat._]
OLD SOLDIER. Ha, ha, ha! You will never catch her!
GRANDMOTHER. Quick, Coachman, quick! We must catch her before she gets to
the dark wood. My poor Karen! My poor Karen!
[_The carriage dashes off._]
SCENE IV
TIME: _three days later; evening_.
PLACE: _the dark wood. A hut is seen among the vines_.
* * * * *
THE FORESTER.
HIS SON.
KAREN.
THE EXECUTIONER.
THE OLD SOLDIER.
THE FAIRY QUEEN.
MOON.
* * * * *
[_The_ FORESTER _and his_ SON _are felling a tree._]
KAREN (_heard calling off_). Stop me! Stop me!
SON. Heard you that cry?
FORESTER (_looking off_). Mercy on us! 'T is the dancing girl I told you
of!
[_Enter_ KAREN, _dancing._]
KAREN. Stop me, Forester!
FORESTER. No, no! I dare not!
KAREN (_to Son_). Stop me, I pray you! Three days have I danced! I can
endure it no longer!
SON (_to Forester_).
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