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Chapter 1/2: Maleficent interrupts the celebration
[A blow of the wind, the door of the castle swings open. Lightning and thunder. Maleficent appears]
- Flora:
- Why, it's Maleficent!
- Merryweather:
- What does she want here?
- Fauna:
- Shhh!
- Maleficent:
- Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan.
Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and,
how quaint, even the rebel.
[Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora]
- Maleficent:
- I really felt quite distressed
of not receiving an invitation.
- Merryweather:
- You weren't wanted!
- Maleficent:
- Not wa...?
Oh dear, what an awkward situation.
I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight.
Well, in that event I'd best be on my way.
- Queen:
- And you're not offended, your excellency?
- Maleficent:
- Why no, your majesty.
And to show I bear no ill will,
I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.
[The fairies protect the cradle]
- Maleficent:
- Listen well, all of you!
The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty,
beloved by all who know her.
But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday,
she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a
spinning wheel and die.
- Queen:
- Oh no!
[takes the child in her arm]
- Maleficent:
- Ha, ha, ha, ha!
- Stefan:
- Seize that creature!
- Maleficent:
- Stand back you fools.
[disappears in a flash of lightning, laughing]
- Flora:
- Don't despair, your majesties.
Merryweather still has her gift to give.
- Stefan:
- Then she can undo this fearful curse?
- Merryweather:
- Oh no, sire.
- Flora:
- Maleficent's powers are far too great.
- Fauna:
- But she can help!
- Merryweather:
- But ...
- Fauna:
- Just do your best, dear.
- Flora:
- Yes ...
- Merryweather:
- Sweet princess,
if through this wicked witches trick
a spindle should your finger prick,
a ray of hope there still may be in this,
the gift I give at thee.
Not in death but just in sleep
the fateful prophecy you'll keep,
and from this slumber you shall wake
when true love's kiss the spell shall break.
- Choir:
- For true love conquers all
- Narrator:
- But King Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life,
did then and there decree
that every spinning wheel in the kingdom
should on that very day be burnt.
So it was done.
[The fairies alone in the castle, drinking tea]
- Flora:
- Silly fiddle faddle!
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