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.
[a crowd is on its way to the castle]
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!
[inside the castle]
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 live long friend.
Announcer: Their royal highness, King Hubert and Prince Phillip.
Narrator: Fondly had the 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.
感谢老师的成语>搞笑西游
Announcer: The most honored and exalted 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:设计的觉醒 One gift, beauty rare. Full of sunshine in her hair. Lips that shame the red, red ro. She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes. (The song now goes "Gold of sunshine in her hair".)
Fauna: Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song.
Choir: One gift, the gift of song. Melody her whole life long. The nightingale's her troubadour. Bringing her sweet renade to her door.
Merryweather: Sweet princess, my gift
[A blow of the wind, the door of the castle swings open. Lightening and thunder. Maleficent appears]
Flora: Why, it's Maleficent!
Merryweather: What does she want here?
Fauna: Shhh!
Maleficent: Well, quite a glittering asmblage, King Stefan. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel. (I believe this line has been rewritten to read "even the rabble".)
[Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora]谨庠序之教的谨
Maleficent: I really felt quite distresd of not receiving an invitation.
Merryweather: You weren't wanted!
Maleficent: ? 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?
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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 ts on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die.
羊奶粉怎么样Queen: Oh no! [takes the child in her arms]
Maleficent: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Stefan: Seize that creature!
Maleficent: Stand back you fools! [disappears in a flash of lightening, laughing]
Flora: Don't despair, your majesties. Merryweather still has her gift to give.
Stefan: Then she can undo this fearful cur?
Merryweather: Oh no, sire.
Flora: Maleficent's powers are far too great.
电器着火
Fauna: But she can help!
Merryweather:
Fauna: Just do your best, dear.
Flora:党员谈心谈话记录
Merryweather: 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.
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.
