INGÉ. That's true, too--

WICKED ELF. Come, then, throw down the loaf!

INGÉ. Well, I'll do it!

(_She throws the loaf and steps upon it._)

'T is sinking! What shall I do?

WICKED ELF. Why, then, jump off!

INGÉ (_trying to jump_). I can't! Don't you see I can't?

WICKED ELF. Ha, ha! You're fastened to it!

INGÉ. 'T is drawing me down! Help me! Help me!

WICKED ELF. There's no help for you.

INGÉ. No help? What do you mean?

WICKED ELF. You must go down with the loaf.

INGÉ. I pray you help me! See how I'm sinking! The mud will soon be over my
shoes!

WICKED ELF. The mud will soon be over your head!

INGÉ (_weeping_). Save me! Save me!