O, cruel hag, why hast thou wrecked such woe upon us? Return my son, the true prince, and I may grant thee life. Keep him bound to this wicked shape, and I swear by my ancestors, I shall hunt thee until the world's end! Wretched witch! Thou hast stolen the heir to this realm and held him captive in a vile toad's skin. Thinkest thou that a queen fears thy black craft? Deliver him, or thou shalt know a death slower than the toad's crawl. Thou foul sorceress! Release my son from thy devilish enchantment! By the rood, if thou dost not break this unnatural spell upon the prince and restore his human form, I shall have thee burnt in the town square and thy soul surrendered to eternal darkness!
