《睡美人》英文台词 非剧本.docx

睡美人英文台词 非剧本Narrator: In a far away land, long ago, lived a king and his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn for she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day. Choir: Joyfully now to our princess we come, Bringing gifts and all good wishes too. We pledge our loyalty anew. Hail to 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! Narrator: 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 life long friend. Announcer: Their royal highnesses, King Hubert and prince Phillip Narrator: Fondly had these monarchs dreamed one day their kingdoms to unite. Thus today would they announce that Phillip, Huberts 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. Announcer: The most honored and exaulted excellencies, the three good fairies. Mistress Flora, mistress Fauna, and mistress Merryweather. Fairies: at the cradle Oh, the little darling! to the king Your majesties, Flora: Each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less. at the cradle Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty. Choir: One gift, beauty rare Full of sunshine in her hair Lips that shame the red red rose She'll walk with springtime Wherever she goes Fauna: Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song. Choir: One gift, the gift of song Melody her whole life long The nightengale's her troubadour Bringing her sweet serenade to her door Merryweather: Sweet princess, my gift shall be . 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. 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. 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! 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: Maleficents 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. Flora: Silly fiddle faddle! Fauna: Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll work out somehow. Merryweather: Well, a bonfire won't stop Maleficent. Flora: Of course not. But what will? Fauna: Well, perhaps if we reason with her. Flora: Reason? Merryweather: With Maleficent? Fauna: Well, she can't be all bad. Flora: Oh, yes, she can. Merryweather: I'd like to turn her into a fat ole hoptoad! Fauna: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say. Flora: Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way. Fauna: It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness. Merryweather: Well, that would make me happy. Flora: But there must be some way . There he is! Merryweather: There he is? Fauna: What is it, Flora? Flora: I'm going to . shh, shh, shh! Even walls have ears. Flora: Follow me! Flora: I'll turn her into a flower! Merryweather: Maleficent? Flora: Oh no, dear, the princess! Fauna: Oh she'd make a lovely flower. Flora: Don't you see, a flower can't prick its finger. Merryweather: It hasn't any. Fauna: That's right. Flora: She'll be perfectly safe. Merryweather: Until Maleficent sends a frost. Flora: Yes, a . oh dear! Fauna: She always ruins your nicest flowers. Flora: You're right. And she'll be expecting us to do something like that. Merryweather: But what won't she expect, she knows everything. Fauna: Oh but she doesn't dear. Maleficent doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy of helping earnest. You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy. Flora: That's it, of course! It's the only thing she can't understand, and won't expect. oh, oh, now, now . We have to plan it carefully, let's see, woodcutters cottage, yes, yes, the abandoned one, of course the King and Queen will object, but when we explain it's the only way . Merryweather: Explain what? Flora: About the three peasant women raising a foundling child deep in the forest. Fauna: Oh, that's very nice of them. Merryweather: Who are they? Flora: Turn around! Fauna: iih . why, it's . us! Merryweather: You mean, we, us? Fauna: Take care of the baby? Flora: Why not? Fauna: Oh, i'd like that! Merryweather: Well, yes, yes, but will we have to feed it? Fauna: And wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep. Oh I'd love it. Merryweather: You really think we can? Flora: If humans can do it, so can we. Merryweather: And we have our magic to help us. Fauna: That's right. Flora: Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic! I'll take those wands right now. Oh, better get rid of those wings, too. Merryweather: You mean, live like mortals? For sixteen years? Now, we don't know how. We've never done anything without magic. Flora: And that's why Maleficent will never suspect. Merryweather: But who'll wash, and cook? Flora: Oh, we'll all pitch in. Fauna: I'll take care of the baby! Flora: Let me have it, dear. Flora: Come along now, We must tell their majesties at once. Fauna: Flora! Merryweather: Flora! Narrator: So the king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious posession, their only child, disappeared into the night. the storybook Narrator: Many sad and lonely years passed by for King Stefan and his people. But as the time for the princesses sixteenth birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Maleficent's domain, the forbidden mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration, her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled. Maleficent: It's incredible, sixteen years and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air. Are you sure you searched everywhere? 1st servant: yeah, yeah, anywhere, we all . 2nd servant: yeah, yeah! Maleficent: But what about the town, the forests, the mountains? 1st servant: We searched mountains, forests, and houses, and let me see, in all the cradles. Maleficent: Cradle? 1st servant: Yeah, yeah, every cradle. Maleficent: angry Cradle? to her pet raven Did you hear that my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby! laughing oh, oh, ha, ha, ha . Servants: ha, ha, ha . Maleficent: 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 sixteen with hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go, and do not fail me. Narrator: And so for sixteen 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 Briar Rose. Narrator: On this her sixteenth birthday the good faries had planned a party and something extra special for her surprise. Merryweather: How about this one? Flora: This is the one I picked. Fauna: Oh she'll look beautiful in it. Flora: Now I thought a few changes here . Merryweather: Aha Fauna: Don't forget a pretty bow . Flora: And there's the shoulder line. Merryweather: We'll make it blue. Flora: Oh no, dear, pink. Merryweather: But . Flora: Of course, we'll need a few pleats Fauna: Yes, but how are we going to get her out of the house? Flora: Oh, I'll think of something. Briar Rose: Well, and what are you three dears up to? Merryweather: Up to? Fauna: Up to? Flora: Up to? Flora: eh, eh, eh, we, we, well, we, we . Merryweather: Want you to pick some berries. Flora: That's it, berries! Briar Rose: Berries? Fauna: Lots of berries. Briar Rose: But I picked berries yesterday. Flora: Oh, we need more, dear. Fauna: Lots, lots more. Flora: Yes! The fairies push Briar Rose out of the house Flora: Now don't hurry back, dear. Merryweather: And don't go to far. Flora: And don't speak to strangers. Fauna: Goodbye, dear! Merryweather: Goodbye! Flora: Goodbye! Briar Rose: Goodbye! The fairies close the door and get back inside Merryweather: I wonder if she suspects. Flora: Of course not, come on. Will she be surprised! Merryweather: A real birthday party. Fauna: With a real birthday cake. Flora: Yes, and a dress a princess can be proud of. Merryweather: I'll get the wands. Flora: Yes, you . the wands? Fauna: Oh no. Flora: No magic! Merryweather: But the sixteen years are almost over. Flora: We're taking no chances. Merryweather: But, I never baked a fancy cake. Flora: Oh, you won't have to, dear. Fauna: I'm going to bake the cake. Merryweather: You? Flora: She's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance. Merryweather: Well, . Fauna: I'm going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue, forgive-me-nots . Flora: And i'm making the dress. Merryweather: But you can't sow, and she's never cooked! Flora: Oh, it's simple. Fauna: All you do is follow the book. Flora directs Merryweather to stand on a chair Flora: Up here dear, you can be the dummy. Merryweather: Well, I still say we ought to use magic. Flora throws a sheet of pink cloth above Merryweather and begins cutting with a pair of scissors. Fauna has laid all the ingredients for the cake before her. Fauna: reads from the book Flour, three cups. searching Cups, cups, cups, cups, cups . finds three cups of different sizes and uses them to pour flour into the bowl One, two, three. Flora has cut a circular hole into the sheet Merryweather: What's that for? Flora: Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom. Fauna: That's for the feet to go through. Merryweather: It's pink! Flora: Oh, lovely shade, isn't it. Merryweather: But I wanted it blue. Flora: Now, dear, we decided pink was her color. Merryweather: You decided! Fauna: still reads from the book Two eggs, fold in gently Fold? Oh well. Fauna puts two eggs into the bowl and starts to fold them in. We hear their shells cracking. Merryweather is completely hulled into the pink cloth Merryweather: I can't breathe! Flora cuts the cloth open at the top. Merryweather takes a look at the dress from the inside Merryweather: It looks awful. Flora: That's because it's on you, dear. Fauna: at her cake Now yeast, one tsp. tsp? Merryweather: One teaspoon! Fauna: One teaspoon, of course. Flora measures some size of the dress Flora: Oh gracious how the child has grown. Merryweather: Oh, it seems only yesterday we brought her here. Fauna: Just a tiny baby. Merryweather loses a tear Flora: Why Merryweather! Fauna: Whatever's the matter, dear? Merryweather: After the day she'll be a princess, and we won't have any Briar Rose. Fauna: Oh Flora! Flora: We all knew this day had to come. Fauna: But why did it have to come so soon? Flora: After all, we've had her for sixteen years. Merryweather: Sixteen wonderful years. Flora: Good gracious, We're acting like a lot of ninnies! Come on, she'll be back before we get started. Phillip: to his horse Hear that, Samson? Beautiful! What is it? Come on, let's find out. turns his horse around, but it struggles back Oh, come on! For an extra bucket of oats, and a few carrots? horse nods with his head Hop boy! They ride of towards the singing. While Samson jumps over a log, Phillip gets caught in a tree and falls off Phillip: Ohhh! Phillip: No carrots! Briar Rose: I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why each little bird Has a someone to sing to Sweet things to A gay little laugh melody. I wonder, I wonder, If my heart keeps singing Will my song going in To someone Will find me And bring back a love song To me! speaking more to herself than to the birds, but they listen and answer her Briar Rose: Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child. Owl: Who? Briar Rose: Why, Flora and Fauna and Merryweather. They never want me to meet anyone. to the animals But you know something? I fooled 'em. I have met someone! Owl: Who? Who? Who? the animals get more and more excited as she tells the story Briar Rose: Oh, a prince. Well, he's tall and handsome and . and so romantic. Oh we walked together, and talked together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then . I wake up. the animals sink their heads Briar Rose: Yes, it's only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than