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You'll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream.

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

 

In a faraway land long ago lived a king and his fair queen. Many years havethey longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born and they called her Aurora. Sweet Aurora. Yes, they named her after the Dawn for she filled their lives with a sun shine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed through the kingdom. So that all of high and low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day.

 

Song: On that joyful day -- (2 times)

Joyfully now to our princess we come

Bringing gifts and all good wishes too

We pledge our loyalty anew

Hailto the princess Aurora, all of her subjects adore her

Hail to the king, Hail to the queen, Hail to the princess Aurora

Health to the princess. Wealth to the princess.

Long live the princess Aurora.

Hail Aurora! Hail Aurora! Health to the princess. Wealth to the princess.

Long live the princess Aurora! Hail to the king. Hail to the queen.

Hail to the princess Aurora.

 

Thus on this great and joyous day did all the kingdom celebrate the long-awaited royal birth. And good king Stefan and his queen made welcome their lifelong friend.

 

- Their Royal Highnesses king Hubert and Prince Phillip.

 

Fondly had these monarchs dreamed one day their kingdoms to unite. Thus, today would they announce that Phillip, Hubert's son and heir to Stefan's child would be betrothed. And so to her his gift he brought and looked unknowing on his future bride.

 

- Their Most Honoured and Exalted Excellencies the three good fairies: Mistress Flora, Mistress Fauna and Mistress Merryweather!

- Oh, the little darling! Your Majesties, each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less.

- Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty!

 

Song: One gift beauty rare. Gold of sunshine in her hair.

Lips that shame the red, red rose.

She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes.

 

- Tiny princess, my gift will be the gift of song.

 

Song: One gift – the gift of song.

Melody her whole life long.

The nightingale's her troubadour,

Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.

 

- Sweet princess, my gift shall be ...

- Why, it's Maleficent. What does she want here?

- Well, Quite a glittering assemblage, king Stefan! Royalty, nobility, the gentry and... how quaint... even the rabble. I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.

- You weren't wanted!

- Not want...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.

- And... You're not offended, your majesty?

- Why, no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child. 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 16th birthday she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel... and die!



- Oh, no!

- Seizethat creature!

- Stand back!, you fools!

- Don't despair, your Majesties. Merryweather still has her gift to give.

- Then she can undo this fearful curse?

- Oh no, sire. Maleficent's powers are far too great.

- But she can help.

- But...

- Just do your best, dear.

- Yes, go on. Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch's trick a spindle should your finger prick a ray of hope there still may be in this. The gift I give to 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.

 

Song: For true love conquers all.

 

PART TWO

 

But the king Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life did then end there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burned. So it was done.

 

- Oh, silly fiddle-fadle!

- Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll work out somehow.

- Well a bonfire won't stop Maleficent.

- Of course not, but what will?

- Well, perhaps if we reason with her...

- Reason with Maleficent?

- Well, she can't be all bad.

- Oh, yes, she can.

- Ooh, I'd like to turn her into a fat, old hoptoad.

- Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say. Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way.

- It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.

- Well that would make me happy!

- But there must be some way.

- There is!

- There is? What is it, Flora?

- I'm going to...Shh... Even walls have ears. Follow me...

- I'll turn her into a flower.

- Maleficent?

- Oh, no, dear. The princess.

- Oh, she'd make a lovely flower.

- Don't you see? A flower can't prick its finger. It hasn’t any.

- That's right.

- She'll be perfectly safe.

- Until Maleficent sends a frost!

- Yes, uh... Oh, dear...

- She always ruins your nicest flowers.

- You're right. And she'll be expecting us to do something like that.

- Well, what won't she expect? She knows everything.

- Oh, but she doesn't, dear. Maleficent doesn't know anything about love or kindness, or the joy of helping others.

- You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy.

- That's it. Of course, it's the only thing she can't understand and won't expect. Now we'll have to plan it carefully. Let's see. The woodcutters cottage, the abandonedone. Of course the king and queen will object, but when we explain it's the only way.

- Explain what?

- About the three peasant women raising a foundling child... deep in the forest.

- Oh, that's very nice of them. Who are they?

- Turn around.

- Why, it's us?

- You mean, "we" us?

- Take care of the baby?

- Why not?

- Oh, I'd like that.

- Well, yes, but we'd have to feed it.

- And wash it, and dress it, and rock it to sleep. Oh, I'd love it.

- You really think we can?

- If humans can do it, so can we.

- And we'd have our magic to help us.

- That's right... No! No magic! I'll take those wands right now. Oh, better get rid of those wings too.

- You mean live like a mortals? for 16 years? Now, we don't know how. We've never done anything without magic.

- That's why Maleficent will never suspect.

- But, but who'll wash...

- Oh we'll all pitch in.

- I'll take care of the baby.

- Let me have it, dear.

- Come along now. We must tell their majesties at once.

- So the king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as their precious possession, their only child disappeared into the night.

- Many sad and lonely years passed by for king Stefan and his people. But as the time for princess's 16’th birthday drew near the entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Maleficent's domain, the Forbidden Mountains thunderedwith her wrath and frustration. Her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.

 

- It's incredible! 16 years and not a traceof her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air! Are you sure you searched everywhere?

- Yes, everywhere. We all did.

- And what about the town? the forest? the mountains?

- We searched mountains, forests, houses... Let me see... and all the cradles.

- Cradle?

- Yep, yep... Every cradle.

- Cradle! Did you hear that, my pet? All these years they've been looking for a baby! Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles! Oh, they’re hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil. My pet - you are my last hope. Circle far and wide. Search for a maid of 16 with a hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go and do not failme.

- And so for 16 long years the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery. While deep in the forest in a woodcutter's cottage the good fairies carried out their well-laid plan. Living like mortals, they had reared the child as their own and called her Brian Rose.

 

PART THREE

On this her 16-th birthday, the good fairies had planed a party and something extra special for a surprise.

- Well, how about this one?

- This is the one I picked.

- Oh, she'll look beautiful in that.

- Now, I thought a few changes here.

- Don't forget a pretty bow.

- Yes, and raise the shoulder line.

- We'll make it blue.

- Oh, no, dear, pink.

- But...

- Of course, we need a few pleats. How are we gonna get her out of the house?

- I'll think of something.

- Well and what are you three dears up to?

- Up to...

- Well... we want you to pick some berries.

- That's it, berries. Lots of berries.

- But I picked berries yesterday.

- Oh we need more, dear. Lots, lots more.

- Don't hurry back, dear. But don't go too far.

- And don't speak to strangers.

- Good-bye, dear.

- Good-bye.

- I wonder if she suspect anything.

- Of course not. Come on.

- Will she be surprised. A real birthday party, with a real birthday cake.

- Yes, and a dress a princess can be proud of.

- I'll get the wands.

- Yes, you can, uh...

- The wands? Oh, no! No magic!

- But the 16 years are almost over.

- We are taking no chances.

- But I've never baked a fancy cake.

- Oh, you won't have to, dear. I'm going to bake the cake.

- You?

- Now she's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance.

- Well.

- I'm going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots.

- And I'm making the dress.

- But you can't sew, and she's never cooked.

- Oh, it's simple. All you do is follow the book. Up here, dear. You can be dummy.

- Well, I still say we oughta use magic.

- Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom. That's for the feet to go through.

- It's pink.

- Oh lovely shade, isn't it?

- But I wanted it blue.

- Now, dear we decided pink was her colour.

- You decided!

- Two eggs, fold in gently. Fold? Oh, well.

- I can't breathe! Let me outtahere.

- It looks awful.

- That's because it's on you, dear.

- Now yeast, one tsp...

- One teaspoon.

- Oh, one teaspoon of course.

- Oh gracious. How that child was grown.

- Oh, it seems only yesterday we brought her here.

- Just a tiny baby.

- Why Merryweather.

- Whatever is the matter, dear?

- After today she'll be a princess and we won't have any Brian Rose.

- Oh, Flora.

- Now, now, now. Well we all knew this day had to come.

- But why did it have to come so soon?

- After all, we've had her for 16 years.

- 16 wonderful years.

- Oh gracious! We're acting like a lot of ninnies.

- Come on. She'll be back before we get started.

 

- You hear that, Samson? Beautiful. What is it? Come on. Let's find out. Aw, come on. For an extra bucket of oats? And a few ... carrots? Hup, Boy! ... No carrots!

 

Song: I wonder, I wonder, I wonder Why each little bird has a someone

To sing to sweet songs to. A gay little love melody.

I wonder, I wonder if my heart keeps singing

Will my song go winging to someone,

Who finds me and bring back a love song to me.

 

- Oh dear. Why do they still treat me like a child?

- Who?

- A Flora and Fauna and Merryweather. They never want me to meet anyone. But you know something? I fooled them. I have met someone.

- Who?

- Oh... a prince. Well, he's tall and handsome and so romantic! We walk together and talk together and just before we say good-bye he takes me in his arms and then... I wake up. Yes, it's only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once it's sure to come true and I've seen him so many times!

PART FOUR

- You know, Samson, there was something strange about that voice, too beautiful to be real. Maybe it was a mysterious being, a wood sprite or... Here, stop!

 

- Oh, it's my dream prince. Your highness. You know, I'm really not supposed to speak to strangers. But we've met before.

 

- Song: I know you...

 

- I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

- Oh it ... wasn't that. It's just that you are uh, uh...

- A stranger? But don't you remember? We've met before.

- We... We have?

- Well, of course. You said so yourself, once upon a dream.

 

- Song: I know you...

 

- Who are you? What's your name?

- Hm? Oh, my name. Why it's... Oh no, no, I can't. I... Good-bye.

- But when will I see you again?

- Oh, never, never!

- Never?

- Well, maybe someday.

- When? Tomorrow?

- Oh, no! This evening!

- Where?

- At the cottage in the glen.

 

- There, whoop! Well, what do you think of it?

- Why, it's... it's a very unusual cake, isn't it?

- Yes, of course, it'll be much stiffer after it's baked.

- Of course, dear. Um, what do you think of the dress?

- Well, it's, uh... It's... It's not exactly the way it is in the book.

- Oh, I improvedit, but perhaps if I added a few more ruffles...Um, what do you think?

- Um, I think so. What do you think Merryweather?

- I think we've had enough of this nonsense! I think we oughta think of Rose and what she'll think of this mess. I still think what I "think" before. I'm going to get those wands.

- You know, I think she's right.

- Here they are! good as new.

- Ah, c-c-careful, Merryweather! Quick, lock the doors. Fauna, you close the windows. Oh, block up every granny. We can't take any chances. And now, you take care of the cake.

- While I...

- Clean the room, dear, and I'll make the dress. Now, hurry!

- Come on, bucket, mop, broom. Flora says clean up the room.

- And now to make a lovely dress... Fit to grace a fair princess.

- Eggs, flour, mi... Just do it like it says here in the book. I'll put on the candles.

- Oh, no, not pink. Make it blue.

- Merryweather! Make it pink.

- Make it pink.

- O, pink!

- Blue.

- Ooooh! Now look what you've done!

- Shh. Listen.

- It's Rose.

- She's back. Enough of this foolishness.

- Make it pink. Now, hide, quick!

- Blue.

- Aunt Flora.

- Good gracious! Who left the mop running?

- Stop, mop.

- Aunt Flora, Fauna, Merryweather. Where is everybody?

- Surprise! Surprise! Happy birthday!

- Oh, you darlings. This is the happiest day of my life. Everything's so wonderful. Just wait 'till you meet him.

- Him?

- Rose!

- You... You've met some stranger?

- Oh, he's not a stranger. We've met before.

- You have?

- Where?

- Once upon a dream. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream...

- She's in love.

- Oh, no.

- This is terrible.

- Why? After all, I am 16.

- It isn't that, dear.

- You're already betrothed.

- Betrothed.

- Since the day you were born.

- To Prince Phillip, dear.

- But that's impossible. How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be ...

- A princess.

- And you are, dear.

- Princess Aurora. Tonight, we're taking you back to your father, king Stefan.

- But... But I can't. He's coming here tonight. I promised to meet him.

- I'm sorry, child. But you'll never see that young man again.

- Oh, no! No! I can't believe it! No!

- And we thought she'd be so happy.

PART FIVE

 

- No sign of her yet, Hubert.

- 'course not. It's a good half-hour 'til sunset. Ah, excellent bird. Oh, no, come, man! Buck up! Buttle's over! Girl's as good as here.

- I'm sorry, Hubert, but after 16 years of worrying, never knowing...

- The past! All in the past. Tonight, we toast the future... With something I've been saving for 16 years. Here, to the future!

- Right, Hubert, to the future.

- Skumps!

- Skumps! A toast to this night.

- The outlook is rosy

- And the future is bright. Our children will marry, our kingdoms unite. Skumps!

- Skumps!

- Ah, excellent vintage. And now, to the new home, eh?

- New home?

- Children need a nest of their own, what? Place to raise their little brood, eh?

- Well, I suppose in time...

- Of course! To the home!

- Skumps!

- Skumps! A toast to the home. One grander by far than a palace in Rome. Now, let me fill up your glass. That last was all foam. Skumps!

- Skumps!

- The plans! Well, what do you think? Nothing elaborate, of course. Forty bedrooms, dining hall, honeymoon cottage, really.

- You... you mean you're building it already?

- Built, man! Finished! Lovebirds can move in tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? But, Hubert, they're not even married yet!

- Ha, ha, ha. Take care of that tonight. To the wedding!

- Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't even seen my daughter yet, and you are taking her away from me.

- Getting my Phillip, aren't you?

- Yes, but...

- Want to see our grandchildren, don't we?

- Of course, but...

- There's not time to lose. Getting on in years. Ha, ha, ha! To the wedding!

- Now, be reasonable, Hubert! After all Aurora knows nothing about all this. Well, it may come as quite a shock.

- A shock? My Phillip, a shock? What's wrong with my Phillip?

- Nothing, Hubert. I only mean...

- Why doesn't your daughter like my son?

- Now, now...

- I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter!

- Now see here

- I'm not so sure my grandchildren want you for a grandfather!

- Why, you... You unreasonable, pompous, blustering, old windbag!

- Who? Uh... Unreasonable, pompous... On guard, sir!

- I want you, Hubert, this means war.

- Forward! For honour! For country! For... Oh... What's this all about anyway?

- Nothing, Hubert. Absolutely nothing.

- Children bound to fall in love with each other.

- Precisely. And as for grandchildren, I'll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow.

- Splendid! King-size, of course.

- Certainly. To the wood carvers guild.

 

- Phillip. Oh, Phillip, Phillip. Hurry, boy, hurry. Uh. change into something suitable. _an't meet your future bride looking like that.

- But I have met her, father.

- You have? Where?

- Once upon a dream.

- Phillip, stop it. Stop that, Phillip! Put me down. Now, what's all this "dream" nonsense?

- It wasn't a dream, father. I really did meet her.

- Princess Aurora? Good heavens. We must tell Stefan. Why, this is the most...

- I didn't say it was Aurora.

- You most certainly did. You ... you said...

- I said, I met the girl I was going to marry. I don't know who she was. A peasant girl, I suppose...

- A peasant girl? You're going to marry a, a... why, Phillip... Ha, ha! You're joking. Isn't he? No! You can't do this to me! Give up the throne, the kingdom for some ... some nobody? By harry, I won't have it! You're a prince, and you're going to marry a princess!

- Now, father, you are living in the past. This is the 14th century. Nowadays...

- Nowadays, I'm still the king and I command you to come to your senses!

- And marry the girl I love? Good-bye, father.

- Exactly! Good-bye father. Marry the girl you ... No! No! Phillip! Stop! Come back! Phillip! Oh, ho... How will I ever tell Stefan?

 

Chapter 2

 

- Come along now. All right. In here, dear. Bolt the door, Mearyweather. Fauna, pull the drapes. And now, dear, if you’ll just sit here. This one last gift, dear child, for thee – the symbol of thy royalty, a crown to wear in grace and beauty, as this thy right and royal duty.

- Now, dear…

- Come. Let her have a few moments alone.

- It’s that boy she met.

- Whatever are we going to do?

- Oh, I don’t see why she has to marry any old… prince.

- Now, that’s not for us to decide, dear.

- Maybe we should tell king Stefan about the boy.

- Well, why don’t we…?

- Listen! Maleficent! Rose!

- Oh, why did we leave her alone? Rose! Rose!

- Here. Rose! Where are you?

- Rose! Rose! Don’t touch anything!

- Touch the spindle. Touch it, I say!

- You poor, simple fools, thinking you could defeat me! Me, the mistress of all evil! Well, here’s your precious princess!

- Rose! Oh, Rose.

- Oh, I’ll never forgive myself.

- We’re all to blame.

 

- Stefan, there’s… there’s… there’s something important I – I have to tell you.

- Not now, Hubert.

- But it’s about Phillip!

- Philippe?

- Oh, yes, of course, Phillip.

- Why, where is the boy?

- That’s what I’m trying to tell you.

- Well, send for him immediately!

- Shh.

- The sun has set. Make ready to welcome your princess!

- Poor king Stefan and the queen. They’ll be heartbroken when they find out.

- They’re not going to.

- They aren’t?

- We’ll put them all to sleep until Rose awakens. Come.

 

Song: Sleeping Beauty fare, Gold of sunshine in her hair

Lips that shame the red-red rose.

Dreaming of true love in slumber repose.

One day he will come riding out of the dawn

And you’ll awaken through love’s first kiss

‘Till then, Sleeping Beauty sleep on.

 

- Well, just been talking to Philippe. Seems he’s fallen in love with some… peasant girl.

- Peasant girl! Yes! Yes! The peasant girl? Who is she? Where did he meet her?

- Uh, just some peasant girl he met…

- Where? Where?

- Once upon… a dream.

- Once upon a drea… Rose! Prince Phillip! Oh! Oh! Come on. We’ve got to get back to the cottage.

 

- Come in. Well. This is a pleasant surprise. I set my trap for a peasant, and lo, I catch a prince! Away with him. But gently my pets, gently. I have plans for our royal guest.

 

- Maleficent!

- She’s got prince Phillip.

- At the Forbidden Mountain.

- But we can’t… we cant go there.

- We can and we must.

 

- What a pity prince Phillip can’t be here… to enjoy the celebration. Come. We must go to the dungeon and cheer him up.

 

- Oh, come now, prince Philippe. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you. You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold, king Stefan’s castle. And in yonder topmost tower dreaming of her true love the princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, ‘tis the selfsame peasant maid… who won the heartof our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair. Lips, that shame the red-red rose. In ageless sleep she finds repose. The years roll by but a hundred years to a steadfast heart are but a day. And now, the gates of the dungeon part… and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on this noble steed a valiant figure, straight and tall to wake his love… with love’s first kiss… and prove that true love conquers all.

- Why you-you…

- Come, my pet. Let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts. A most gratifying day. For the first time in 16 years I shall sleep well.

- Shh! No time to explain. Wait, prince Philippe! The road to true love may be barred by still many more dangers… which you alone will have to face. So arm thyself with this enchanted shield of virtue… and this mighty sword of truth. For these weapons of righteousness will triumph over evil. Now come, we must hurry.

- Philippe, watch out!

- Silence! You, tell those fools to… No! No!

- Watch out, Phillip!

- Hurry, Phillip!

- A forest of thorns shall be his tomb. Born through the skies on a fog of doom! Now go with a curse and serve me well round Stefan’s castle cast my spell!

- No! It cannot be! Now shall you deal with me, a prince, and all the powers of hell!

- Up! Up this way!

- Now, sward of truth, fly swift and sure that evil die and good endure!

 

- Forgive me, Hubert. Eh. Uh. The wine. Now, uh… were saying?

- Huh? I was? Oh, yes. Well… After all, Stefan, this is the 14th century.

- Yes, you said that a moment ago.

- Well to come right to the point. My son Phillip says he’s going to marry…

- It’s Aurora! She is here!

- And-and-and Phillip!

- What does this mean, boy? I don’t understand. But…

- Why Fauna, what’s the matter, dear?

- Oh, I just love happy endings.

- Yes, I do too. Oh, blue? Pink!

 

Song:

I know you. I walked with you once upon a dream.

I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

Yet I know, it's true that visions are seldom all they seem.


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