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The Princess and the Pea

Let's Pretend

The Princess and the Pea

Oct 02 1948



CAST:

NARRATOR

PRINCE ANTHONY

KING, the prince's father

QUEEN, the prince's mother

MICHAEL, the prince's faithful servant

LILLIAN, the 1st princess; insecure

MIMI, Lillian's maidservant

WILLIAM, Lillian's manservant

ANN, the 2nd princess; vulgar and foolish

FLETCHER, Ann's manservant

FROTHINGHAM, Natalie's manservant

NATALIE, the 3rd princess; a talkative southern belle

ROSALIE, the real princess; truly lovely

SARAH, the queen's maidservant




MUSIC: ... INTRODUCTION ... THEN BEHIND NARRATOR--


NARRATOR: Once upon a time, there was a magical kingdom ... It was ruled over by a gracious king and queen. We find them now in the spacious hall of their copper castle, talking with their handsome son, Prince Anthony. 


KING: What are you going to do about getting married? 


PRINCE: Well, Father, I'll tell you--


SOUND: KNOCKING ON DOOR 


QUEEN: Enter. 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


MICHAEL: Beggin' your pardon, Prince Tony, but your horse is askin' for you.


PRINCE: Ah! (CHUCKLES, LIGHTLY) Well, in a moment, Michael. Tell the groom to go. And you give my horse my regards and say I'll be out in a minute. 


MICHAEL: (CHUCKLES) Yes, Your Highness. I'll tell him. (CHUCKLES) 


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES 


KING: (STERNLY) Tony, what do you intend to do? 


PRINCE: (DRY) What a persistent father you are, Your Majesty. 


KING: (CHUCKLES) 


PRINCE: All right, I'll tell you. I'll journey to some of these kingdoms, I'll ask for audience with the marriageable daughters, and I'll try my best to find a wife that will be a real Princess, and a real sweetheart to me. Does that suit you? 


QUEEN: I think that's fine, Tony. 


KING: You would. (CHUCKLES) Very well, I consider that your solemn promise, Prince Anthony. I shall arrange for your journey immediately, and send my pages to announce your coming. Tomorrow, be ready to leave. 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS BEHIND--


PRINCE: I shall be ready. (LIGHTLY) Or Michael will be telling me my horse is calling me names. 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES)


HORSE: (SNUFFLES, OFF)


PRINCE: (MOVING OFF) I'd better go for my ride. See you at lunch, Mother. 


QUEEN: Goodbye, Tony. 


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES 


MUSIC: TRANSITION 


SOUND: CLINK! OF TEACUPS AND DISHES LAID ON TABLE, IN AGREEMENT WITH FOLLOWING--


LILLIAN: (VERY NERVOUS) Is everything ready, Mimi? 


MIMI: Yes, Princess Lillian. 


LILLIAN: Make sure now. I don't want anything to go wrong. Prince Anthony is very particular, I hear, and I don't want a single slip-up or mistake. 


MIMI: No, Princess. The flowers, the tea, the cake--


LILLIAN: The cake.


MIMI: Buttered scones, all nice and hot. 


LILLIAN: Mm hm.


MIMI: Everything is ready. 


LILLIAN: Good. Do I look all right? Is my dress becoming?


MIMI: Oh, yes, Princess. It's the prettiest I ever saw you wear. You are just lovely. 


LILLIAN: Oh, dear, I'm nervous. Oh, I hope I don't show it. 


SOUND: KNOCK ON DOOR 


LILLIAN: Enter! 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


WILLIAM: Your Highness--?


LILLIAN: Well, William? 


WILLIAM: Prince Anthony of Gonnordia has arrived, and begs the honor of an interview. 


LILLIAN: (SHARPLY) Show Prince Anthony in here immediately! 


WILLIAM: Yes, Your Highness. 


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES 


LILLIAN: (FRANTIC) Am I all right? Does my nose shine? 


MIMI: No.


LILLIAN: Is my hair--? (SHARPLY) Give me my mirror! 


MIMI: Here you are.


LILLIAN: Oh, dear, I'm so nervous.


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


WILLIAM: (AN ANNOUNCEMENT) His Highness, Prince Anthony! 


LILLIAN: (WHISPERS) Mimi, never mind the mirror. (STIFF, BUT GRACIOUS) Enter, Prince Anthony. 


PRINCE: (APPROACHES, FRIENDLY) Princess Lillian -- it's kind of you to see me. 


LILLIAN: Prince Anthony, you are welcome. 


PRINCE: Why, thank you, Your Highness. 


LILLIAN: Sit here, won't you?


PRINCE: All right. 


LILLIAN: You'll have tea? Mimi, the tea. 


MIMI: Yes, Your Highness. 


SOUND: TEA POURED 


LILLIAN: Was your journey pleasant? 


PRINCE: Very pleasant, thank you. The countryside is beautiful right now. 


LILLIAN: Oh, isn't it? Cream? Or lemon?


PRINCE: Lemon, please. 


LILLIAN: Here, Mimi -- to His Highness. 


MIMI: Yes, Your Highness. 


SOUND: CLATTER OF TEACUP AND DISH INTO PRINCE'S LAP


MIMI: (DISMAYED) Ohhhh! (APOLOGETIC) Oh, Your Highness--!


LILLIAN: (FURIOUS) What have you done, you idiot?! 


PRINCE: (UNRUFFLED) Why, it doesn't matter at all, Princess.


LILLIAN: (SAVAGELY) But it does matter! (TO MIMI) You've spilled hot tea all over His Highness, you stupid fool!


MIMI: (WEEPILY) Oh, I didn't mean to! I'm so terribly sorry, Your Highness! 


LILLIAN: And what good does that do?! 


SOUND: LILLIAN SLAPS MIMI! 


MIMI: (CRY OF PAIN) 


LILLIAN: Perhaps that will teach you to be careful! Now get out! 


MIMI: (WEEPS) Oh, Your Highness! [?] Prince Anthony!


LILLIAN: Get out! Go to the housekeeper, get the fees due you, and don't let me ever see you again


MIMI: (MOVES OFF, WEEPING) 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS SHUT AS MIMI RUNS OFF 


PRINCE: (BEAT, QUIETLY) You're - quite emotional, aren't you, Princess? 


LILLIAN: (EXHALES, REGAINS COMPOSURE)


PRINCE: After all, mistakes are bound to happen. 


LILLIAN: (STRUGGLES TO BE GRACIOUS AGAIN; SLOWLY) Well, of course, but-- But to spill hot tea on you-- You're sure it didn't burn you? 


PRINCE: (SLOWLY, DRY) Oh, no. No, I'm very glad it happened. 


LILLIAN: (PUZZLED) What? Glad you were hurt? 


PRINCE: Yes. (DRY) Better to be burned now than later. (CHUCKLES) May I have a cake, Princess? 


LILLIAN: A cake? Oh! Oh, yes, by all means. 


PRINCE: Thank you. (LAUGHS A BIT) Lovely weather we're having. (LAUGHS HARDER) 


MUSIC: TRANSITION 


SOUND: HORSES' HOOFBEATS ON A DIRT ROAD; HORSES OCCASIONALLY SNUFFLE AND WHINNY ... THEN IN BG 


MICHAEL: Glory be, Prince Tony, but 'tis a grand morning for a ride. You and the Princess Ann couldn't have chosen a more beautiful day. 


PRINCE: Indeed it is, Michael. Do you like this province as well as the one of Princess Lillian's? 


MICHAEL: 'Tis all very well, Prince. Sure, the Princess Ann, she's a grand girl. I, er-- I hope she doesn't have a temper like the other one. (CURIOUSLY) Prince Tony, do you think you could--? If she hasn't, you could--


PRINCE: (LIGHTLY) I think I could give you a rap on your nose if you don't keep it out of other people's business. 


MICHAEL: Oh, er, yes, yes, Your Highness. That - that's what I mean, yes, yes. 


ANN: (OFF) Good morning, Prince!


PRINCE: Oh, there you are, Princess Ann! Come, Michael, let's join her. 


SOUND: HORSES TO ANN ... THEN IN BG--


PRINCE: Well, good morning, Princess. Glorious day, isn't it? 


ANN: Oh, indeed it is! I shall enjoy a ride in this air! 


PRINCE: You're very punctual. Are you ready to start? 


ANN: Not quite, Prince. I've forgotten all my jewels. I sent the servant for them. Imagine! (CHUCKLES) When I would look my very best, I-- Oh, I mean, I shan't be a second. Oh, here you are, Fletcher. 


FLETCHER: (APPROACHES) Aye, Princess Ann. 


ANN: Did you bring my bracelets? The ruby ones? 


FLETCHER: Yes, Princess. 


ANN: Oh, yes. And - and my pearls? 


FLETCHER: Certainly. 


ANN: Yes. And my crystal eardrops? 


FLETCHER: Here they are. 


ANN: Yes, they're all here. Uh, hold the mirror higher, Fletcher. 


FLETCHER: Yes, Princess.


ANN: Er, the earrings. (LAUGHS) A woman's vanity, isn't it? (LAUGHS) Er, my necklace. 


FLETCHER: Here you are. 


ANN: One moment now. -- Uh, there! -- Now, Prince Anthony, I'm quite ready. 


PRINCE: (VERY DRY) Indeed you are, Your Highness. For almost anything. 


MICHAEL: (STIFLES A LAUGH) 


PRINCE: Michael, what's wrong with you? 


MICHAEL: (CHUCKLES) Oh, pardon, Your Highness. I, er-- I get a ticklin' in me nose. 


PRINCE: That nose will get you into trouble yet. Assist Her Highness. 


MICHAEL: Yes, sire.


ANN: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT AS SHE CLIMBS ONTO HORSE)


SOUND: HORSE SNUFFLES UNHAPPILY 


ANN: All ready! (TO HORSE) Come, Beauty! 


SOUND: HORSE SNUFFLES AND GALLOPS WILDLY AWAY ... OTHER HORSES LAG BEHIND, IN BG


PRINCE: (SIGHS, LOW) Ride close, Michael. From here, it doesn't look as if we have an experienced rider. 


ANN: (OFF) Coming, Prince? 


PRINCE: (CALLS) Yes, I'll be right with you! 


MICHAEL: (AMUSED) But, er, something tells me it won't be for long! 


SOUND: HORSES GALLOP AWAY 


MUSIC: FIRST ACT CURTAIN ... [COMMERCIAL BREAK] ... SECOND ACT INTRODUCTION ... THEN BEHIND NARRATOR--


NARRATOR: Young Prince Anthony started out in search of a Princess he could fall in love with and marry. With Michael, his faithful servant, he first met a Princess with an uncontrollable temper. The next one had very poor taste in her ideas of proper dress. And now we find him about to meet a third Princess.


FROTHINGHAM: (STIFF AND PROPER) The Princess Natalie will be with you in just a moment, Your Highness. 


PRINCE: Thank you.


FROTHINGHAM: She asks that you make yourself comfortable, and I am to bring you refreshments. (MOVING OFF) If you will permit me, I shall get them for you.


MICHAEL: (UNIMPRESSED) Eh! First time I ever heard a stuffed shirt talk. 


PRINCE: (CHUCKLES) Quiet, Michael. And now listen to me. After my other experiences, I'm not too hopeful about this one. 


MICHAEL: Well, I couldn't say that I blame you, sir. 


PRINCE: I want you to wait just outside in the hall -- within calling distance, mind you -- and if I call, don't let anything or anybody stop you from coming in. 


MICHAEL: I'd like to see them try it! 


PRINCE: All right. 


FROTHINGHAM: (OFF) Yes, Your Highness. 


PRINCE: Ah, here comes the stuffed shirt. 


FROTHINGHAM: (SLIGHTLY OFF) He's in the drawing room, Your Highness. 


NATALIE: (SLIGHTLY OFF) Well, I shan't need you, Frothingham. I'll be in the drawing room, and I'm not home to anyone else, remember. 


FROTHINGHAM: (CLOSER, AN ANNOUNCEMENT) Her Highness, the Princess Natalie. 


NATALIE: (OVERBEARING, GUSHING) Ohhhhhhh, how do you do, Prince Anthony?! I'm delighted that you decided to pay us a visit!


PRINCE: Why, thank you. 


NATALIE: Do sit down! My goodness, I think I would have known you anywhere! 


PRINCE: Oh, really? 


NATALIE: Oh, yes! Only you're much better lookin' than I imagined! 


PRINCE: Oh, you're-- You're very kind, Princess.


NATALIE: Oh, yes, you are! And there's no need to be so modest about it.


PRINCE: Well--


NATALIE: Now you know very well they call you the most handsome Prince in all the land--


PRINCE: Oh, now-- 


NATALIE: --and I knew the moment I set eyes on you that it was perfectly true! 


PRINCE: Well, really, Princess-- 


NATALIE: (CHUCKLES) You know, as a rule, I never did care for handsome men, but of course, there are always exceptions -- and I'm sure you're an outstanding one. 


PRINCE: Oh, but, Princess, you really-- 


NATALIE: (CHUCKLES) I shall never forget; last year we had a caller: Prince, er-- Oh, well, I shan't mention any names, of course, but I declare, I never saw such a person! 


PRINCE: Oh?


NATALIE: He was handsome, in a way, but oh so dull! Well, really, I just couldn't get one response from him. Have you finished your wine? Oh, no, you haven't. Well, as I was sayin', this prince, he - he couldn't dance, and if there's one thing I simply adore to do, it's dance. Don't you? 


PRINCE: Yes, I--


NATALIE: Yes, of course you do, and I'm sure you're a perfectly gorgeous dancer! 


PRINCE: Well, Princess Natalie, I--


NATALIE: Now don't deny it! Well, as I was sayin', this Prince who visited us, he wouldn't dance, didn't care for music. I'll wager you do, though, don't you? 


PRINCE: Well, yes, I--


NATALIE: Of course you do! He did ride a little. Oh, that reminds me. I noticed your horse as the grooms took him away. Simply gorgeous


PRINCE: (CHUCKLES) Yes, he is a nice--


NATALIE: We must ride together during your visit! Well, anyway, as I was sayin', the only thing he seemed to enjoy was a game of cribbage with my father. My father's a quiet man -- doesn't talk much.


PRINCE: (DRY) I can understand that.


NATALIE: (LAUGHS BOISTEROUSLY) Aren't you delicious?! I'm sure we're going to have a gorgeous time while you're here! 


PRINCE: (INCREASINGLY WORN DOWN DURING FOLLOWING--) Yes, I--


NATALIE: I must arrange a whole series of parties. I simply adore them! 


PRINCE: Well, Princess, I--


NATALIE: Just whole crowds of gay people! There can't be too many for me! Don't you just love them? 


PRINCE: Well, personally, I--


NATALIE: I'm sure you do, and I know they'll adore you! I'm sure they couldn't help it! I don't know when I've met anyone with such a gorgeous personality! 


PRINCE: Princess, I--


NATALIE: (CHUCKLES) As if you didn't know! 


PRINCE: (CALLS WEAKLY) Michael? Michael?! 


NATALIE: (SURPRISED) What's the matter, Prince Anthony? 


PRINCE: (MISERABLE) I can't take it. (CALLS) Michael!


MICHAEL: (APPROACHES, FROM OFF) Gangway! 


FROTHINGHAM: (OFF, PROTESTS) You can't go in there! 


MICHAEL: Get out of me way, Stuffed Shirt! (TO PRINCE) Yes, Prince Tony? 


NATALIE: (TO PRINCE) Do you feel faint? 


PRINCE: I can't feel anything. I need air. Get me out, Mike! (MOVING OFF, WEAKLY) Excuse me, Princess Natalie.


NATALIE: Oh, what did you say, Prince? 


MICHAEL: He says, he needs air, and to excuse him, Princess Nuttily. 


NATALIE: (INDIGNANT) My name is not Nuttily! 


MICHAEL: That's what you think! Come along, Prince! 


MUSIC: TRANSITION


SOUND: THUNDERCLAP! ... THEN STORM BACKGROUND (RAIN, WIND, OCCASIONAL THUNDER, ET CETERA)


QUEEN: Oooh, what a terrible night! 


KING: That lightning struck very close to us, I imagine. 


PRINCE: I'll close the curtains, Mother; it'll be cozier. 


QUEEN: Oh, it's good to have you back again, Tony -- even if you haven't found a wife. 


SOUND: KNOCK AT DOOR 


QUEEN: Who on earth could that be at this time of night? 


KING: And in this storm? 


PRINCE: I'll go, Mother. 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS ... STORM BACKGROUND UP


ROSALIE: Please forgive my disturbing you at so late an hour. 


PRINCE: (FAVORABLY IMPRESSED) Not at all! Come in, little lady. 


SOUND: DOOR CLOSES ... STORM BACKGROUND DOWN


QUEEN: My dear child, come over to the fire! Your dress is wringing wet. 


KING: Here, my dear. Sit here. (BEAT) Ah, that's better! 


PRINCE: You must be frozen. 


ROSALIE: I am, almost. You're very kind. And this fire does feel good. (CHUCKLES) Oh, dear, I hardly expect you to credit my statement, but I'm Princess Rosalie. 


PRINCE: (LIKES THE SOUND OF THAT) Princess Rosalie! 


QUEEN: Of course, my dear girl. What happened to you?


ROSALIE: I was riding through the forest when the storm came up, and the lightning struck a tree very close to me. My horse became frightened and bolted. I could have stopped him, but the cinch of my saddle broke, so I took a tumble. Fortunately, I fell on the leaves. Then I started to walk, and -- forgive me, but -- here I am. 


QUEEN: Poor child. Tony, ring for some hot milk for the Princess, and send for the Court Physician. 


ROSALIE: Oh, no, please don't. I'm quite all right, aside from being cold and wet. 


SARAH: (ENTERS) Yes, Your Majesty? 


PRINCE: A glass of hot milk, please. 


SARAH: (EXITS) Yes, Your Highness. 


PRINCE: Now I'll stir up this fire. 


QUEEN: Make yourself comfortable, Princess. I shall see that your room is made ready for you and get you into some dry clothes. Of course, you'll remain with us overnight. (TO PRINCE) Tony? I'll need Michael. 


PRINCE: All right. 


ROSALIE: I'm terribly sorry to put you to so much trouble. 


PRINCE: Nonsense! We welcome you here! You know, it isn't every storm that brings us such a charming visitor. 


ROSALIE: (CHUCKLES MODESTLY) Or such a disheveled one, either. 


PRINCE: (CHUCKLES)


SARAH: (ENTERS) The hot milk for Your Highness. 


QUEEN: And, Sarah, prepare the blue and silver suite, and send Michael there, please. 


SARAH: (EXITS) Yes, Your Majesty. 


QUEEN: Husband, I feel certain that Prince Anthony can entertain our guest. Will you come with me? 


KING: (ABSENTLY) Uh huh. (DOUBLE TAKE) Oh, what's that? 


QUEEN: (POINTEDLY) I'm sure Anthony and the Princess will excuse us.


KING: (CLEARS THROAT) Yes, yes. Well, uh, perhaps they will. (LOW) In fact, I don't think they'll even miss us. 


MUSIC: TRANSITION


QUEEN: Michael? Oh, Michael.


MICHAEL: Yes, Your Majesty? 


QUEEN: Did you get the pod of peas as I told you? 


MICHAEL: Oh, I did that.


QUEEN: Good.


MICHAEL: Though why I'm chasing all over the castle looking for a pod of peas, I'll never know. 


QUEEN: Well, I know. And if my plan succeeds, as I think it will, the whole castle will have news soon. 


MICHAEL: Yes, Ma'am. And if the plans are for keepin' me from following dizzy young ladies all over the country, I'm for it a hundred percent. 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES) All right. Now -- place the pea -- just one of them -- on the bed. (BEAT) That's it. 


MICHAEL: Well, that's about where her shoulders would come to, ain't it, Your Majesty? 


QUEEN: Just about. Now, how many mattresses have you brought? 


MICHAEL: What you told me to! Twenty, no less! What should I do with 'em? 


QUEEN: Put them on the bed. 


MICHAEL: Well, I-- (DOUBLE TAKE) All twenty of them?!


QUEEN: All twenty. One on top of the other. 


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


MICHAEL: (EXHALES) She'll be apt to needin' a step ladder to climb in! 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES) Oh, Michael.


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS ... MICHAEL'S VOICE GROWS FARTHER AWAY DURING FOLLOWING--


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES)


MICHAEL: I'll be needin' one meself for the next five!


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES, HIGHLY AMUSED) Don't talk so much, and work faster! 


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


MICHAEL: Yes, Ma'am! 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


QUEEN: We'll soon know if this is a real princess. 


MICHAEL: (SLIGHTLY OFF, ON TOP OF MATTRESSES) Hope I live to tell the tale! 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES)


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


MICHAEL: (OFF) Oh! I'm so high up right now, you look like a little girl, Your Majesty. 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES) Michael!


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


MICHAEL: (OFF) Oh, from up here, you look like a baby! 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES, GOOD-NATUREDLY) Oh--! Oh, don't fall, you idiot! 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


MICHAEL: (OFF) Oh, my goodness! I'm so high, I'm sniffin' mountain breezes!


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES)


MICHAEL: (OFF) I should have brought me ski suit and me earmuffs! 


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES) 


MICHAEL: (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT) 


SOUND: THUMP! OF MATTRESS


QUEEN: (CHUCKLES) When you have them all on, come to the library and tell me! 


MUSIC: TRANSITION 


QUEEN: Now, remember, Tony -- and you, too, husband -- we must urge her to say how she slept. 


PRINCE: All right, Mother, but -- is it so important? She looks lovely to me, whether she--


MICHAEL: (OFF) Through this door, Your Highness. 


ROSALIE: (OFF) Thank you. 


QUEEN: Ssh! Here she comes. 


SOUND: DOOR OPENS 


MICHAEL: Your Majesty, the Princess is here. 


QUEEN: Good morning, Princess Rosalie. Do join us. 


ROSALIE: Good morning. 


PRINCE: Will you sit here, Princess? Breakfast is waiting. 


ROSALIE: Oh, I do hope I'm not late.


KING: Of course not! Uh, did you, uh, rest well, my dear? 


QUEEN: Yes, Princess. Was your bed comfortable? 


ROSALIE: (UNCONVINCING) Why-- Oh yes, I-- Of course I slept well. 


PRINCE: (GENTLY) Why, you didn't. Was anything wrong? 


QUEEN: Please speak frankly, my dear. Our guests must be comfortable. 


ROSALIE: Forgive me. I - I can't imagine what on earth happened, but-- Well, there was something in the mattress, I guess. I simply couldn't get comfortable! And this morning I feel-- Well, I feel as if I were black and blue all over. 


QUEEN: There! Tony, your search is finished! 


ROSALIE: (CONFUSED) Why, Your Highness, what is it? 


QUEEN: Through twenty mattresses, she felt a lump as tiny as a pea! No one but a woman of royal blood would have as tender a skin or be that sensitive.


KING: At last we have discovered a real princess! 


PRINCE: (AMUSED) Father, I knew that last night when I first opened the door. 


KING: What's that? 


ROSALIE: What is this all about? 


PRINCE: (SERIOUS) Oh, Princess Rosalie, I - I realize you hardly know me, but-- I'm very much in love with you. Could you--? Do you think--? Will you--? 


ROSALIE: Will I what, Prince Tony? 


PRINCE: Will you do me honor to marry me? Will you be my queen? 


ROSALIE: (MEASURED) Prince Tony, my heart tells me in a moment what the years will surely prove. 


PRINCE: Does that mean - you will? 


ROSALIE: Yes, dear Tony. I will. 


KING: Well, at last!


QUEEN: A real princess! And a truly lovely one she is, too. 


KING: Bless you, my children. And may you live happily forever. 


MUSIC: CURTAIN ...

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