Scene 8 Flashcards
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Cameron: How much further, faithful spire?
Brownby: Can’t be much longer now, my lord.
Cameron: Good. Because I am very tired. And hungry. And bored.
Brownby: As you have mentioned so very many times already, my lord. Are you suggesting we return?
Cameron: I would never! Give up on my dear Heather? I simply couldn’t. Unless you were also feeling tired and hungry and bored. Because I wouldn’t want to be irresponsible with my squire’s wellbeing.
Brownby: How gracious of you, my lord.
Cameron: It is, isn’t it I– sniff what is that delightful smell?
Brownby: I thought we were going back to the castle, my lord.
Cameron: Why go back when we can go forward? Oo, I like that. Bet I could put it on some tunics with my face on them for the castle gift shop.
Brownby: My lord, I think the smell is coming from that cottage.
Cameron: Time for a midday snack.
George: Hullo, your highness-ness! I, uh, what can I do for you?
Cameron: Hark! Squire! I have found the beast!
Brownby: My lord, that is most certainly not the beast you seek.
Cameron: I am Prince Cameron Excalibur Wimbledon Josiah of the Cottoned Eye Srederick the Fourth! And this is my squire. Whose name escapes me at the moment. And we are here to anguish you!
Brownby: Vanquish…
Cameron: That!
George: Vanquish me!? For what?
Cameron: For the kidnapping of my beloved bride-to-be
point to trumpeteer and put on helmet
I order you to fight me? And I order… myself to win!
Brownby: My lord! That is but a man!
Cameron: Barnaby, you are inexperienced and naive. Step back and learn from me.
George: No, the squire is right! I am a man!
Cameron: Do not try and deceive me, treacherous beast.
George: See? It’s a suit!
Cameron: A suit?
George: A dragon costume. It’s just a costume.
Cameron: He looks so fierce and commanding. And so stylish. Is this what everyone in the kingdom is wearing now? Why hath no one informed me? I must have one for myself. Whither do you gettest this? Whither!?
George: It’s just this way, my lord. Not very far at all.
Cameron: I’m going to have to speak to my tailor. It is unacceptable that he would keep me in the dark about this new style. A prince should be the pinnacle of fashion, not down here dressed like some medieval guinea pig farmer! Onward!
George: Sorry, my lord. Got a bit turned around. We’ll just–
Cameron: Heather! My beloved Heather! I have found you at least.
Heather: Why, hello, Georgie. What lovely wings you have. And your talons–did you get them done recently?
George and Cameron: Heather?
George: What!?
Cameron: sobs
Eleanora: But that doesn’t mean you have to be alone. There is another–
Cameron: Another way?
Eleanora: What–no. Another person. Me. You could marry me.
Cameron: You? Who are you?
Eleanora: The giants? Who destroyed – and might I add, continue to destroy – the entire countryside, including my ancestral home and livelihood! And then you broke you promise because you did that you were going to be busy. Getting a pedicure! All year long!
Cameron: That’s preposterous. I did all
my own homework. Just ask any of my handsomely paid friends. And I don’t need pedicures. My toes are perfect.
George: No, but I am! Eleanora, I can–
Cameron: That’s it! If I was just wearing something other than these hideous rags, Heather would love me again!
George: Really? You think that would work?
Cameron: Of course! What else could she see in a peasant like you?
