King Rob Moore. Queen Allison Walton. Prince Hero Keith MacIntyre. PRINCESS WINSOME Lloyd Sherman. Knight Malcolm MacIntyre. Ogre Joe Clark. Witch Kitty Walton. Godmother Elizabeth Lloyd Lewis. Frog-eye Fearsome Ranald Walton. Titania Elise Walton. Bewitched Prince HERO, THE RED CROSS DOG.
Chorus of Fairies.
{Morning-glory.
{Pansy.
Flower Messengers {Rose.
{Forget-me-not.
{Poppy.
{Daisy.
ACT I.
SCENE I. In the Witch’s Orchard. Frog-eye Fearsome drags the captive Prince and Princess to the Ogre’s tower. At Ogre’s command Witch brews spell to change Prince Hero into a dog.
SCENE II. In front of Witch’s Orchard. King and Queen bewail their loss. The Godmother of Princess promises aid. The Knight starts in quest of the South Wind’s silver flute with which to summon the Fairies to his help.
ACT II.
SCENE I. In the Tower Room. Princess Winsome and Hero. Godmother brings spinning-wheel on which Princess is to spin Love’s golden thread that shall rescue her brother. Dove comes with letter from Knight. Flower messengers in turn report his progress. Counting the Daisy’s petals the Princess learns that her true Knight has found the flute.
ACT III.
SCENE I. In Witch’s Orchard. Knight returns from quest. Blows the flute and summons Titania and her train. They bind the Ogre and Witch in the golden thread the Princess spun. Knight demands the spell that binds the Prince and plucks the seven golden plums from the silver apple-tree. Prince becomes a prince again, and King gives the Knight the hand of the Princess and half of his Kingdom. Chorus of Fairies.
ACT I.
SCENE I. Witch bends over fire in middle of orchard, brewing a charm in her caldron. Ogre stalks in, grinning frightfully, swinging his bludgeon in triumph.
Ogre. Ha, old witch, it is done at last!
I have broken the King’s stronghold!
I have stolen away his children twain
From the clutch of their guardsmen bold.
I have dragged them here to my castle tower.
Prince Hero is strong and fair.
But he and his sister shall rue my power,
When once up yon winding stair.
Witch. Now why didst thou plot such a wicked thing? The children no harm have done.
Ogre. But I have a grudge ’gainst their
father, the King,
A grudge that is old as the sun.
And hark ye, old hag, I must have thy aid
Before the new moon be risen.
Now brew me a charm in thy caldron black,
That shall keep them fast in their prison!