Act 2 — Scene I.
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(The curtain rises. The middle of the forest. In the background is the Ilsenstein, thickly surrounded by fir-trees. On the right is a large fir-tree, under which Gretel is sitting on a mossy tree-trunk and making a garland of wild roses. By her side lies a nosegay of flowers. Amongst the bushes on the left is Hänsel, looking for strawberries. Sunset.)
Gretel (humming quietly to herself).
There stands a little man in the wood alone,
he wears a little mantle of velvet brown.
Say, who can the mankin be,
standing there beneath the tree,
with the little mantle of velvet brown?
His hair is all of gold, and his cheeks are red,
he wears a little black cap upon his head.
Say, who can the mankin be,
standing there so silently,
with the little black cap upon his head?
(She holds up the garland of roses, and looks it all round.)
With the little black cap upon his head!
Hänsel (comes out, swinging his basket joyfully).
Hurrah! my strawberry basket is nearly brimful!
O won't the mother be pleased with Hänsel!
Gretel (standing up).
My garland is ready also!
Look! I never made one so nice before!
(Tries to put the wreath on Hänsel's head.)
Hänsel (drawing back roughly).
You won't catch a boy wearing that!
It is only fit for a girl!
(Puts the wreath on her.)
Ha, Gretel! "Fine feathers!"
O the deuce!
You shall be the queen of the wood!
Gretel.
If I am to be queen of the wood,
then I must have the nosegay too!
Hänsel (gives her the nosegay).
Queen of the wood, with sceptre and crown,
I give you the strawberries,
but don't eat them all!
(He gives the basket full of strawberries into her other hand, at the same time kneeling before her in homage. At this moment the cuckoo is heard.)
Cuckoo, cuckoo, how d'you do?
Gretel.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, where are you?
(Takes a strawberry from the basket and pokes it into Hänsel's mouth; he sucks it up as though he were drinking an egg.)
Hänsel (jumping up).
Oho, I can do that just like you!
(Takes some strawberries and lets them fall into Gretel's mouth.)
Let us do like the cuckoo too,
who takes what doesn't belong to him!
(It begins to grow dark.)
Hänsel (helping himself again).
Cuckoo, how are you?
Gretel.
Cuckoo, where are you?
Hänsel.
In your neighbour's nest you go.
Gretel (helping herself).
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
Hänsel.
Cuckoo, why do you do so?
(Pours a handful of strawberries into his mouth.)
Gretel.
And you are very greedy too!
Tell me, cuckoo, why are you?
Hänsel.
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
(They get rude and begin to quarrel for the strawberries. Hänsel gains the victory, and puts the whole basket to his mouth until it is empty.)
Gretel (horrified, clasping her hands together).
Hänsel, what have you done?
O Heaven! all the strawberries eaten.
You glutton! Listen, you'll have a punishment
from the mother—this passes a joke!
Hänsel (quietly).
Now come, don't make such a fuss;
you, Gretel, you did the same thing yourself!
Gretel.
Come, we'll hurry and seek for fresh ones!
Hänsel.
What, here in the dark, under hedges and bushes?
Why, naught can we see of fruit or leaves!
It's getting dark already here!
Gretel.
O Hänsel! O Hänsel! O what shall we do?
What bad disobedient children we've been!
We ought to have thought and gone home sooner!
(Cuckoo behind the scenes, rather nearer than before.)
Hänsel.
Hark, what a noise in the bushes!
Know you what the forest says?
"Children, children," it says,
"Are you not afraid?"
(Hänsel spies all around uneasily, at last he turns in despair to Gretel.)
Gretel, I cannot find the way!
Gretel (dismayed).
O God! what say you?
Not know the way?
Hänsel (pretending to be very brave).
Why, how ridiculous you are!
I am a boy, and know not fear!
Gretel.
O Hänsel, some dreadful thing may come!
Hänsel.
O Gretel, come, don't be afraid!
Gretel.
What's glimmering there in the darkness?
Hänsel.
That's only the birches in silver dress.
Gretel.
But there, what's grinning so there at me?
Hänsel (stammering).
Th—that's only the stump of a willow-tree.
Gretel (hastily).
But what a dreadful form it takes,
and what a horrid face it makes!
Hänsel (very loud).
Come, I'll make faces, you fellow!
D'you hear?
Gretel (terrified).
There, see! a lantern,
it's coming this way!
Hänsel.
Will-o'-the-wisp is hopping about—
Gretel, come, don't lose heart like this!
Wait, I'll give a good loud call!
(Goes back some steps to the back of the stage and calls through his hands.)
Who's there?
Echo.
You there!
There!
(The children cower together.)
Gretel.
Is some one there?
Echo.
Where?
Here!
Gretel (softly).
Did you hear? a voice said, "Here!"
Hänsel, surely some one's near.
(Crying.)
I'm frightened, I'm frightened,
I wish I were home!
I see the wood all filled with goblin forms!
Hänsel.
Gretelkin, stick to me close and tight,
I'll shelter you, I'll shelter you!
(A thick mist rises and completely hides the background.)
Gretel.
I see some shadowy women coming!
See, how they nod and beckon, beckon!
They're coming, they're coming,
they'll take us away!
(Crying out, rushes horror-struck under the tree and falls on her knees, hiding herself behind Hänsel.)
Father! mother! Ah!
Hänsel.
See there, the mankin, sister dear!
I wonder who the mankin is?
(At this moment the mist lifts on the left; a little grey man is seen with a little sack on his back.)
Zweite Scene.
Sandmännchen (nähert sich mit freundlichen Gebärden den Kindern, die sich allmählich beruhigen, und wirft ihnen während des Folgenden Sand in die Augen).
Der kleine Sandmann bin ich — s-t!
und gar nichts Arges sinn ich — s-t!
Euch Kleinen lieb ich innig — s-t!
bin euch gesinnt gar minnig — s-t!
Aus diesem Sack zwei Körnelein
euch Müden in die Äugelein;
die fallen dann von selber zu,
damit ihr schlaft in sanfter Ruh.
Und seid ihr fein geschlafen ein,
dann wachen auf die Sterne,
und nieder steigen Engelein
aus hoher Himmelsferne
und bringen holde Träume.
Drum träume, Kindchen, träume!
(Verschwindet. Völlige Dunkelheit.)
Hänsel (schlaftrunken).
Sandmann war da!
Gretel (ebenso).
Lass uns den Abendsegen beten!
(Sie kauern nieder und falten die Hände.)
Beide.
Abends, will ich schlafen gehn,
vierzehn Engel um mich stehn,
zwei zu meinen Häupten,
zwei zu meinen Füssen,
zwei zu meiner Rechten,
zwei zu meiner Linken,
zweie, die mich decken,
zweie, die mich wecken,
zweie, die mich weisen
zu Himmelsparadeisen.
(Sie sinken aufs Moos zurück und schlummern Arm in Arm verschlungen alsbald ein.)