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Prologue: Vlad the Impaler
Narrator：Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom there lay a small village at the edge of the woods.
Cinderella：I wish...
Narrator：And in this village
Cinderella：More than anything...
Narrator：Lived a young maiden
Cinderella: More than life, more than jewels...
Narrator: A carefree young lad
Jack: I wish...
More than life
Narrator: And a childless baker
Baker & Wife: I wish...
Narrator: With his wife
Baker & Wife: More than anything, More than the moon...
I wish...
Cinderella: The King is giving a Festival
Baker & Wife: More than life...
Jack: I wish...
Cinderella: I wish to go to the Festival.
Baker: More than riches...
Jack: I wish my cow would
Give us some milk.
Cinderella: And the Ball...
Baker's Wife: More than anything...
Jack: Please, pal-
Baker: I wish we had a child.
Baker's Wife: I want a child...
Jack: Squeeze, pal...
Cinderella: I wish to go to the Festival.
Jack: I wish you'd give us some
Milk or even cheese...
Cinderella: I wish...
Baker's Wife: I wish we might have a child.
I wish...
Stepmother: You wish to go to the Festival?
Narrator: The poor girl's parents had died
Florinda: What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
Lucinda: What, you wish to go to the Festival?
All three: The Festival?
The King's Festival?
Narrator: And now she lived with her stepmother
Stepmother: The Festival...
Narrator: A woman with two daughters of her own.
Florinda: Look at your nails!
Lucinda: Look at your dress!
Stepmother: People would laugh at you-
Cinderella, stepmother, & stepsisters: Nevertheless
I/she still want/s to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince.
Narrator: All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart.
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother-
Jack's mother: I wish...
Narrator: Well, she was at her wits end
Jack's mother: I wish my son were not a fool.
I wish my house was not a mess.
I wish the cow was full of milk.
I wish the walls were full of gold-
I wish a lot of things...
What in heavens name are you doing with a cow inside the house?
Jack: I thought if he was nice and warm he might produce some milk
Jack's mother: It's a she!
How many times do I have to tell you only shes can give milk?
Narrator: And then there was a hungry little girl who always wore a red cape.
Red Riding Hood: I wish...
It's not for me
It's for my Granny in the woods.
A loaf of bread, please-
To bring my poor old hungry
Granny in the woods...
Just a loaf of bread, please...
Cinderella's Stepmother: Cinderella if you can pick up these lentils
and finish your chores in time
then you may go to the ball with us. Come along ladies.
Cinderella: Come little birds
Down from the eves
and the leaves
Over the fields
Out of castles and ponds...
Jack: Now, squeeze, pal...
Cinderella: Ahhh...
Quick, little birds
Flick through the ashes.
Pick and peck, but swiftly
Sift through the ashes
Into the pot...
Jack's mother: Now listen to me well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.
Jack: But, mother, no- he's the best cow-
Jack's mother: Was! She has been dry for weeks now.
With no food, no money
And no choice but to sell her.
Jack: But mother...
Jack's mother: Look at her!
There are bugs on her dugs.
There are flies in her eyes.
There's a lump on her rump
Big enough to be a hump-
Jack: But-
We've no time to sit and dither
While her wither's wither with her-
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I wonder what is going on in that head of yours.
Red Riding Hood: Into the woods
It's time to go
I hate to leave
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
It's time, and so
I must begin my journey.
Into the woods
And through the trees
To where I am
Expected ma'am
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house-
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house-
Baker's Wife: You're certain of your way?
Red Riding Hood: The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood.
I sort of hate to ask it
But do you have a basket?
Into the woods
And down the dell
The path is straight
I know it well.
Into the woods
And who can tell
What's waiting on the journey?
Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed.
Never can tell
What lies ahead.
For all that I know
She's already dead.
But into the woods
Into the woods
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
And home before dark.
Cinderella: Fly, birds
Back to the sky
Back to the eaves
And the leaves
And the fields
And the-
Florinda: Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella!
Are you really wearing that?
Lucinda: Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella.
Can't you hide it with a hat?
Cinderella: You look beautiful.
Florinda: I know.
Lucinda: She means me.
Cinderella: Mother said be good
Father said be nice
That was always their advice.
So be nice, Cinderella
Good, Cinderella
Nice good good nice-
Florinda: Tighter!
Cinderella: What's the good of being good
If everyone is blind
And you're always left behind?
Never mind, Cinderella
Kind Cinderella-
Nice good nice kind good nice-
Florinda: Not that tight!
Florinda: Clod.
(Florinda slaps Cinderella hard across the face.)
Baker: Who might that be?
Baker's Wife: We've sold our last loaf of bread.
Baker: It's the witch from next door!
Baker & Wife: We have no bread.
Witch: I don't want your bread
Baker: Then what is it you wish?
Witch: It's not what I wish! It's what you wish!
Nothing cooking in that belly now is there?
and there will never be, unless you do exactly as I say.
In three days time, a blue moon will appear, only then can the curse be undone
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Bakers Wife: What curse?
Witch: The one I placed on this house.
Baker: What are you taking about?
Witch: In the past, when you were no more than a babe
Your Father brought his young wife and you here to this cottage.
They were a lovely couple
But not lovely neighbours!
You see, your mother was with child
And she had developed an unusual appetite.
She took one look at my beautiful garden
And told your father that what she wanted more than
Anything in the world was
(rapping)
Greens, greens and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery
Asparagus and watercress and
Fiddleferns, lettuce-!
He said, 'All right,'
But it wasn't, quite
'Cause I caught him in the autumn
In my garden one night!
He was robbing me
Raping me
Rooting through my rutabaga
Raiding my arugula and
Ripping up my rampion
(My champion! My favorite!)-
I should have laid a spell on him
Right there
Could have changed him into stone
Or a dog or a chair...
But I let him have the rampion-
I'd lots to spare.
In return, however
I said, 'Fair is fair:
You can let me have the baby
That your wife will bear.
And we'll call it square. '
Baker: I had a brother?
Witch: No! But you had a sister.
small price to pay for what else your father stole from me
it cost me my youth and my beauty, my mother warned me she would punish me with the curse of ugliness if I lost any of them
Bakers Wife: Lost what?
Witch: The beans
Baker & Wife: Beans?
Witch: The special beans.
I let him go
I didn't know
He'd stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall-!
Then bang! Crash!
And the lightning flash!
And- well, that's another story
Never mind-
Anyway, at last
The big day came
And I made my claim.
'Oh, don't take away the baby,'
They shrieked and screeched
But I did
And I hid her
Where she'll never be reached.
Your father cried
Your mother died.
And for extra measure-
I admit it was a pleasure-
I said, 'Sorry
I'm still not mollified. '
And I laid little spell on them-
You, too, son-
That your family tree
Would always be a barren one...
Baker's wife: No!!
Witch: So there's no more fuss
And there's no more scenes
And my garden thrives-
You should see my nectarines!
But I'm tellling you the same
I tell kings and queens:
Don't ever never ever
Mess around with my greens!
Especially the beans.
Jacks Mother: You are not to accept less than five pounds.
Are you listening to me?
Jack: yes, No more than five pounds
Jacks Mother: Less than
So into the woods
The time is now.
We have to live
I don't care how.
Into the woods
To sell the cow
You must begin the journey.
Straight to the woods
And don't delay-
We have to face
The marketplace.
Into the woods to journey's end-
Jack: Into the woods to sell a friend-
Witch: You wish to have
The curse reversed?
I'll need a certain
Potion first.
Go to the woods and bring me back
One: the cow as white as milk
Two: the cape as red as blood
Three: the hair as yellow as corn
Four: the slipper as pure as gold.
Bring me these
Before the chime
Of midnight
In three day's time
tis then that the blue moon reappears, which comes but once each hundred years
bring them and
I guarantee
A child as perfect
As child can be.
Go to the wood!
Stepmother: Ladies our carriage awaits!
Cinderella: Now may I go to the Festival?
Stepmother: The Festival
Darling, those nails!
Darling, those clothes!
Lentils are one thing but
Darling, with those
You'd make us the fools of the Festival
And mortify the Prince!
Stepmother: We must be gone.
Cinderella: I wish...
Bakers Wife: Beans. Why these must be the witches beans.
We'll take them with us!
Baker: We? No! You are not coming, it's not safe out there.
Baker: I can do this on my own. The spell is on my house.
Only I can lift the spell
The spell is on my house.
Baker's wife
No, no, the spell is on our house.
We must lift the spell together, the spell is on our house.
Now tell me, what am I to return with?
Bakers Wife: You don't remember?
The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold-
Baker: The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold...
Cinderella: I still wish to go to the Festival
But how am I ever to get to the Festival?
I know!
I'll visit Mother's grave
The grave at the hazel tree
And tell her I just want to
Go to the King's Festival...
Cinderella and Baker: Into the woods
It's time to go
It may be all
In vain, I know.
Into the woods-
But even so
I have to take the journey.
Bakers Wife: Into the woods
The path is straight
You know it well
Baker: But who can tell-
Bakers Wife: Into the woods to lift the spell-
Cinderella: Into the woods to visit Mother-
Jacks Mother: Into the woods to sell the cow!
Jack: To get the money
Cinderella: To got to the Festival-
Red Riding Hood: Into the woods to grandmothers house!, Into the woods to grandmothers house!
All: The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
No no one should.
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood.
No need to be afraid there-
Baker: So
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