STAG. But they look so weak. I do not like my feet at all. I wish they
were different.

(_A Hunter's horn is heard._)

Come, child, come!


SCENE II

TIME: _an hour later._
PLACE: _another part of the forest._

* * * * *

THE STAG.
THE FAWN.
THE HUNTER.

* * * * *

[_The_ STAG _is caught in a thicket by his horns. The_ FAWN _looks at
him pityingly._]

FAWN. A man is near! I hear him running!

STAG. I cannot free myself!

FAWN. Ah, if you only had no horns!