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Chapter 2/3: King Stefan and King Hubert toast the future

Stefan:

[sighs] No sign of her yet, Hubert.

Hubert:

'course not. Good half hour 'till sunset. [takes a bite] Ah, excellent bird! [looks at Stefan] Oh now, come on, wake up, battle's over, girl's as good as here.

Stefan:

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

Hubert:

The past, all in the past. [claps his hands. The Lackey [See Note #1] arrives with a bottle of wine] Tonight, we toast to future with something i've been saving for sixteen years. [fills two glasses] Here, to the future!

Stefan:

Right, Hubert, to the future!

Hubert:

Skumps!

Stefan:

Skumps

Hubert:

A toast to this knight

Stefan:

The outlook is rosy

Hubert:

The future is bright

Both:

Our children will marry
Our kingdoms unite
Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!

Hubert:

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

Stefan:

New home?

Hubert:

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

Stefan:

Well, I suppose in time ...

Hubert:

Of course. To the home! Skumps!

Stefan:

Skumps!

Hubert:

A toast to the home

Stefan:

One grander by far than
a palace in Rome

Hubert:

Let me fill up your glass, That glass was all foam.

Both:

Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!

Hubert:

[claps his hands] The plans! [servant holds a castle's plan in front of Stefan face] Well, what do you think? Nothing elaborate, of course. Forty bedrooms, Dining hall, Honeymoon cottage, really.

Stefan:

You mean, you're building it already?

Hubert:

Built man! Finished. The love-birds can move in tomorrow.

Stefan:

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

Hubert:

Take care of that tonight. To the wedding!

Stefan:

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

Hubert:

Getting my Phillip aren't you?

Stefan:

Yes, but ...

Hubert:

Want to see our grandchildren, don't we?

Stefan:

Of course, but ...

Hubert:

There's no time to lose! Getting on in years. To the wedding!

Stefan:

Now be reasonable, Hubert. After all, Aurora knows nothing about this.

Hubert:

Well?

Stefan:

Well, it may come as quite a shock ...

Hubert:

Shock? My Phillip a shock? [angry] What's wrong with my Phillip?

Stefan:

Nothing, Hubert. I only meant ...

Hubert:

Why, doesn't your daughter like my son

Stefan:

Now, now ... I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter!

Stefan:

Now, see here ...

Hubert:

I'm not so sure my grandchildren want You for a grandfather

Stefan:

Why, you unreasonable, pompous, blustering, old windbag!

Hubert:

Unreasonable, pompous ... [grabs a fish and holds it like a sword] En garde, sir!

Stefan:

I warn you, Hubert, this means war. [uses a plate as a shield]

Hubert:

What's this all about anyway?

Stefan:

Nothing Hubert, absolutely nothing.

Hubert:

The children are bound to fall in love with each other.

Stefan:

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

Hubert:

Splendid! King size, of course.

Stefan:

Certainly. To the woodcarver's guild!

Announcer:

His royal highness, Prince Phillip

Hubert:

Phillip? [runs downward to meet him]

Hubert:

Phillip! Phillip! Phillip, hold, Phillip! [Phillip holds, Hubert runs to him] Hurry, boy, hurry, and change in something suitable. Can't meet your future bride looking like that.

Phillip:

Well, I have met her, father.

Hubert:

You have? where?

Phillip:

Once upon a dream. [starts to sing, lifts his father and starts to dance with him]

Hubert:

Oh Phillip, stop it, stop that, why, Phillip, Put me down! [Phillip puts him down] Now, what's all this dream nonsense?

Phillip:

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

Hubert:

Princess Aurora? Good heavens, we must tell Stefan! Why this is the most ...

Phillip:

I didn't say it was Aurora.

Hubert:

You most certainly did, you said ...

Phillip:

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

Hubert:

A peasant g-g-girl? You're going to marry a ... Why Phillip, you're joking! [to Samson] isn't he? [Samson shakes his head] 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!

Phillip:

Now father, you're living in the past. This is the fourteenth century. Nowadays ...

Hubert:

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

Phillip:

... and marry the girl I love.

Hubert:

Exactly!

Phillip:

Goodbye, father! [rides off]

Hubert:

Goodbye, father! Marry the girl you ... No, no, Phillip, stop, come back, hold Phillip! Phillip! Oh, how will I ever tell Stefan?

Flora:

All right, in here, dear.

Merryweather:

[closes the door and sighs]

Flora:

Lock the door, Merryweather! 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 is thy right, and royal duty.

Fauna:

Now, dear.

Flora:

Come, let her have a few moments alone. [they leave the room]

Merryweather:

It's that boy she met.

Fauna:

Whatever are we going to do?

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