lynn queen
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By: Rose Lynn
QUEEN:
Sensitivity, sensitivity, I'm just loaded with that!
In this one word is the epitome of the aristocrat!
Sensitive soul and sensitive stomach, sensitive hands and feet…
This is the blessing, also the curse, of being the true elite.
Common people don't know what exquisite agony is, suffered by gentle people like me…
QUEEN: Sextimus! I won’t have you playing these foolish games and running around in the halls. It just isn’t
dignified. We are the rulers of this kingdom, and if we don’t set a proper example for the rest of the court, I’d like to know who will. I mean what’s the point of being a ruler if one isn’t going to behave as a ruler should?
The Royal Family
QUEEN:Do you mean to
ask me to believe that you
are a true princess of the royal blood?
QUEEN:And am I to actually understand that you have the nerve, and
the gall, and the presumption to apply for my son’s hand in
marriage?
QUEEN:Do you imagine for one moment
that I would even consider you
suitable for any son of mine?
QUEEN:You are laboring
under a very unfortunate
misapprehension my dear. My son isn’t
going to marry any moat swimmer!
QUEEN:And may I remind you, Sir Harry, that you are still one of my nights.
Step forward.
QUEEN:Jester! Jester!
Somebody stop him! Stop him, I
said. Oh there he goes down that corridor. Bring
him here to me! This is a fine
kettle of fish. Now you wretch I want the truth. What’s
all the noise about anyway? The moment I turn my back
something outrageous is
always going on in the corridors!
QUEEN:We must think of a test
that looks fair, and sounds fair, and seems
fair… and isn’t fair!
QUEEN:After all you’re a Wizard.
You should be able to think of something that’ll help that what’s-her-name to
sleep. Don’t forget to whip up a sleeping potion and some of that good heavy
incense. Oh, and that hypnotic mirror too!