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Maleficent:
Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel.
[Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora]
Maleficent:
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.
[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 sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die.
Queen:
Oh no! [takes the child in her arm]
Maleficent:
Ha, ha, ha, ha! |
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