Haloo. Kali ini kami mau ngepost drama Bahasa Inggris " SNOW WHITE and THE SEVEN DWARFS " versi SMPN 2 Padalarang.. Lebih tepatnya sih karya English Club....
Semoga kalian ngerti eaaa... Cekidot
Narrator:
Once upon a time in winter, when the
snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a beautiful Queen sat sewing
at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed, she looked
up at the snow and pricked her finger with the needle. Three ruby red drops of
blood fell into the soft white snow.
Snow White's Mother:
Oh, what a lovely sight. If only I had a child with skin as
white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony wood.
Narrator:
Soon afterward, the gentle Queen gave birth to
a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as
ebony wood. She was called Snow White. But alas, shortly after the little one
arrived, the Queen became ill. She could not get better and soon she died,
leaving the king devastated and little Snow White without a mother.
A year passed and the King took for himself a
new wife. The new Queen was the most beautiful woman in all the land, and very
proud of her beauty. She had a mirror, which she stood in front of every
morning.
Queen:
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this land is the
fairest one of all?
Mirror:
In all the land, my Queen, From this castle
to the Seven Jewel Mountains
You are the fairest one of all.
You are the fairest one of all.
Narrator:
And so the Queen knew for certain that no one
in the world was more beautiful than she. And year after year the mirror would
say:
Mirror:
In all the land, my Queen, you are the
fairest one of all.
Narrator:
Then, Snow White had her seventh birthday and
the Queen stood before the mirror once more.
Queen:
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who in this land is the
fairest one of all?
Mirror:
You, my Queen, are fair; it is true, From
this castle to the Seven
Jewel Mountains
Queen:
What!? My own step-daughter? Fairer than I? Curses! I
hate her! For she is more beautiful than I.
Narrator:
The Queen became pale with envy. Whenever she
looked at Snow White, she hated her and wondered if she would ever again be the
most beautiful in all the land. This turned her heart cold and barren. For ten
years her jealousy gave her no peace.
Finally on the eve of Snow White’s eighteenth
birthday, she summoned a huntsman.
Queen:
Take Snow White into the forest. Find a lonely spot, and
shoot an arrow through her heart. As proof that she is dead bring the heart
back to me.
Huntsman:
But your Majesty!
Queen:
As proof that she is dead, bring her heart back to me!
Huntsman:
But Snow White is the beloved jewel of all
the kingdom!
Queen:
Silence! If you do not obey my command, you shall die.
Huntsman:
I will obey, your Majesty.
Narrator:
The very next day, the huntsman took Snow
White deep into the forest. The unsuspecting girl wandered into a clearing
where she sang a delicate song while picking flowers. The huntsman stepped
behind a tree and waited until Snow White turned her back to him. Then, raising
an arrow to his bow and pulling it back to his open eye, he peered at the
princess with as heavy a heart as he had ever felt. Many moments passed as his
arm trembled. He could hold it no longer. With a heart-wrenching shout he shot
the arrow. It streaked through the air on its deadly flight and slammed loudly
into a tree. Snow White cringed in terror. The huntsman had missed.
Huntsman:
Go, my child! You must run away and never
return. The Queen wants you dead, but I cannot do it. Go!
Narrator:
Snow White ran into the forest. The huntsman
killed a wild pig and cut out its heart. He took it back to the Queen and made
her believe it was the heart of Snow White. That night, the huntsman slipped
out of the kingdom to hide in the forest never to return.
Meanwhile, Snow White was alone in the great
forest as a storm filled the night sky with a howling wind. She was terribly
afraid. She climbed over stones and crawled through thorns that slashed like
the claws of terrible beasts. Everywhere she looked danger appeared. Every way
she turned seemed more frightening than the last. Rain drenched her in a
tremendous downpour as the sky roared with thunder and lightning.
Snow White:
How could this happen to me? My stepmother
wants me to die. The huntsman spared my life only to let me die in the forest.
I am lost and my world is gone.
Narrator:
She could feel the dark shadow of doom closing
in on her. Snow White cried out and fell to the ground. With a feeble effort
she lifted her head and spied an opening to a small cave just beyond a great
tree. With her last bit of strength she crawled into the cave and hid from the
storm. Overcome by exhaustion, she curled up and fell asleep.
Dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds
and Snow White was soon awake. A whole world was stirring to life and the young
woman was glad to feel some of her fears slip away. She stepped out of the
cave. Thick trees stood like a wall 'round her. As she moved between
them, she stumbled upon a path. She walked along it, full of hope, until she
came to a clearing. There stood a strange cottage with a tiny door, tiny
windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier
than it ought to be. Snow White went to the door and pushed it open. Bending
over so she could fit under the ceiling, she found it to be a cozy home with a
table all set with seven places for a meal.
Snow White:
I wonder who lives here? What tiny plates!
And spoons! There must be seven of them. The table's laid for seven people.
Seven very little people.
Narrator:
Upstairs, was a bedroom with seven little
beds. The house was warm, friendly and charming, but hardly neat. Everywhere
she looked there was some household chore that needed doing.
Snow White:
Whoever lives here needs help keeping it
neat and clean. I shall clean this house and cook its seven owners a delicious
meal. Then perhaps they’ll let me stay here for a while.
Narrator:
She set to work cleaning the cottage. With a
delicate and happy touch she worked until the house came to life. Pans were
polished, floors swept, and linen changed. Cobwebs were brushed away, clothes
hung in their closets, and the windows were wiped clean as crystal water.
Then there was the food. Snow White seasoned
up a stew that simmered so deliciously through the house and into forest that
even the most timid animals came close to the tiny cottage. Soon, Snow White
made friends with these animals large and small. The clearing around the
cottage was filled with the sounds of birds, squirrels, rabbits, frogs, deer,
and the tiny mice that live in holes near the banks of streams. Little by
little Snow White felt less alone.
As she looked around the cottage admiring her
work, her eyelids felt heavy and she thought how nice it would be to take a
small nap before the tiny people returned.
Snow White:
I’ll just sleep for a few moments so I will
be better company when I meet them.
Narrator:
So she climbed the stairs to the bedroom, lay
across several tiny beds and drifted off to sleep.
Some distance from the clearing around the
cottage, about an hour's march through the trees, lay the Seven Jewel
Mountains
Dwarf 1:
Swing your pick and crack that rock!
Dwarf 2:
Look inside and whaddaya got?
Dwarf 3:
A diamond as big as my foot is what I got!
(Mining Song)
Narrator:
As the day was coming to an end, the long march
home had to be started. Carrying their pickaxes and shovels, they made their
way, as they had a thousand times before, through the forest and back to their
home.
They were always pleased to see their little
house, but this time it looked magical. Candlelight gently shimmered through
the windows. The chimney spewed a calm stream of smoke and the smell of a
simmering stew put them into a trance. They stood in the clearing with their
mouths wide open, not sure whether to be frightened or pleased.
Dwarf 1:
What’s happened to our home?
Dwarf 2:
It’s never, ever, looked like this before.
Dwarf 3:
And what is that delicious smell?
Dwarf 2:
Careful, men, it could be a trap.
Dwarf 1:
Only one way to find out.
Narrator:
So, slowly but surely, they crept toward the
house. They opened the door and could not believe their eyes. The cottage
gleamed. Everything was exactly where it should be.
Dwarf 3:
A place for everything, and everything in
its place.
Narrator:
As they gingerly explored each corner of their
cottage, the littlest one found his way up to the bedroom. He bolted out,
barely able to contain himself and waved frantically to the rest of them.
Dwarf 2:
Come here! Come look! Someone's asleep in
our beds!
Narrator:
The seven dwarfs fetched their seven candles
and all came running. They took one look at the sleeping Snow White and cried
out with amazement.
All Dwarfs: Oh me ! Oh my !
Dwarf 1:
She is as lovely as can be.
Dwarf 3:
Well, let’s wake her up and find out what
she’s up to.
Dwarf 1:
No, let her sleep. She’s earned it.
Narrator:
So, patiently and with great reverence they
all sat around and watched her sleep, amazed and touched by her gentle beauty.
Finally, after an hour or so, she stirred.
Snow White put her hands up to rub her eyes. When she pulled her hands down she was startled to see the seven tiny men.
Snow White put her hands up to rub her eyes. When she pulled her hands down she was startled to see the seven tiny men.
Snow White:
Oh! You’re here! I’m Snow White. I hope you
don’t mind that I made myself at home here in your charming little house.
Narrator:
They stared at her for several seconds without
saying a word.
Snow White:
Can you talk?
Dwarf 1:
Why sure we can talk? And may we ask how
you made our home so bright?
Dwarf 2:
And where's the dirt that I got on the
floor last year?
Dwarf 3:
Where's the pie I hid behind the cupboard?
Dwarf 1:
And what about the twigs in my pillow?
Narrator:
They spent the night asking all their
questions. Snow White told them how the Queen had tried to kill her and how the
huntsman had spared her life. The dwarfs pitied her, shocked that anyone could
even think of trying to kill such a sweet and beautiful girl.
Dwarf 1:
You may stay here as long as you like.
Dwarf 2:
As long as ever you like. And longer too!
Dwarf 3:
Our house is your house.
Dwarf 2:
And your house is this house, the whole
house and all the pots and pans and curtains too.
Dwarf 1:
Each day, while we work in the mines, you
can work here at the house. It has never looked this wonderful. Not ever. Does
that suit you?
Snow White:
Oh, but, of course. That is a wonderful
idea. I shall make it a perfect house.
Dwarf 1:
You will be alone in the house each day
when we are gone. Do not let anyone come in. There will be no one to save you.
Snow White:
I won't let a soul inside. I promise.
Narrator:
The next morning, the seven dwarfs said
goodbye to Snow White and marched of to the diamond mines for a hard day's
work. Back in the palace, the Queen was glowing with confidence that she was
once again the most beautiful in the land. She strode to the mirror and asked
the question she was sure she knew the answer to.
Queen:
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who in this
land is the fairest one of all?
Mirror:
Deep in the forest In a cottage owned by
seven little dwarfs,
In the shadow of the Seven Jewel
Mountains
Little Snow White is still a thousand times
fairer than you.
Narrator:
Slowly the mirror’s words seeped into her
brain and with each passing second the Queen's blood boiled hotter and her rage
grew deeper.
Queen:
Get me the huntsman! Get him for me now!
Narrator:
The servants scurried off to do their Queen’s
bidding while she grabbed the box which supposedly contained Snow White’s
heart. She looked at it carefully.
Queen:
This is the heart of a pig, not Snow White!
Where is the huntsman?
Servant:
Gone, your Majesty. No one has seen him
since he took Snow White into the forest.
Queen:
The huntsman has betrayed me! Get out!
Leave me alone!
Narrator:
For the Queen, there would be no peace. She
would not rest until once more the mirror declared her the most beautiful woman
in all the land.
Queen:
Snow White will die if it costs me my own
life.
Narrator:
At last she thought of what to do. She
disguised herself as an old peddler woman and painted her face so that no one
would recognize her. Then she went into her most secret room deep in the
caverns beneath the castle.
Into a great black cauldron she poured a
deadly liquid potion. The fire roared and the potion boiled. Steam filled the
cavern with the foul smell of sinister magic.
Queen:
(Magic potion song)
Now, Snow White, your loving Queen comes to
visit you.
Narrator:
The next day, as the Queen traveled into the
forest, the wind began to howl through the trees. But so single-minded was her
hatred of Snow White that she scarcely noticed. Finally, she reached the door
of the cottage.
(Knocking Sound)
Snow White:
Who is it?
Queen:
Just an old peddler-woman selling her
wares. I’ve brought with me today some very beautiful apples, my dear.
Narrator:
Snow White peeked out through the window.
Snow White:
I'm not allowed to let anyone in. The
dwarfs have forbidden it most severely.
Queen:
If you don't want to, I can't force you.
But you have a kind face, so I will just leave one here on your doorstep for
you to put in a pie.
Snow White:
Dear old woman, I can't accept anything.
The dwarfs don't want me to.
Narrator:
But Snow White saw the old peddler woman
walking away toward the trees. The unsuspecting girl threw open the door and
picked up the shiny red apple.
Snow White:
Oh, thank you kindly, dear old woman. I
will gladly accept your sweet offer.
Queen:
It is nothing but my pleasure, dear.
Snow White:
What a lovely apple it is.
Narrator:
And Snow White bit into the poison apple. She
barely had the bite in her mouth when she fell to the ground in a sleep of
death.
The Queen was beside herself with glee,
cackling like a witch, and gloating over the sweet girl’s body.
Queen:
More beautiful than I ? Ha! Now
who is the fairest in all the land?
Narrator:
And with the poor girl dead on the ground, the
Queen headed back to her castle. But now she began to notice the building
storm. Louder and louder did the winds howl and the thunder and lightning
crackle. Fear crept into her mind as it became harder to follow the path out of
the forest. She began to run in a frenzy, thrashing her way through branches
and thorns.
By the flashes of lighting, someone was
watching.
High atop a stone mountain, the huntsman had
made his hideaway. He spied the Queen as she ran through the forest below. Now
frightened beyond her wits, she ran, hoping to find her way back to the castle.
The huntsman saw her every step. The thunder roared. The rain was a blanket of
water. A lightning bolt flashed and the Queen saw the huntsman against the sky.
She watched in terror as he drew back his bow string and aimed.
Queen:
NOOOOO!
Narrator:
With a feather touch, the huntsman released
his arrow. It streaked on a deadly path right into the heart of evil Queen.
Queen:
AAAAAAGGGHH....
Narrator:
She dropped dead on the spot. The huntsman,
rain pouring from his brow, stood still on the mountain, staring silently at
his prey.
As the last breath left the Queen's body, Snow
White stirred on the ground and opened her eyes. She sat up in confusion and
blinked at the storm that howled around the little cottage. The sleeping spell
was broken.
Snow White:
How strange. Where am I? What cottage is
this? I am so far away from home. I must find my way back again.
Narrator:
Snow White made her way across the clearing
and headed into the forest. While the storm raged around her, she crept along
beneath the swaying trees, never straying from the path toward home. She leapt
from stone to stone and crossed the rushing stream. Rain-soaked and chilled by
the wind, she followed the winding path through the trees. Neither afraid nor
confused, Snow White thought only of her home in the castle where her father
was king.
She walked through the night as the storm died
away. By sunrise, the forest rejoiced at the sight of Snow White. When she
reached the castle, all the people were overjoyed to see her alive and well. A
great feast was declared in celebration and all the kingdom turned out to sing
and dance for an entire day.
The huntsman came down from his mountain
hideaway and returned to the castle. The King, after hearing the story of how
he killed the evil Queen, made him his royal huntsman.
The story of Snow White's adventure traveled
far across the land until a handsome prince heard it and set out on his horse
to meet her. When he arrived at the castle, Snow White took one look at him and
kissed him. They loved each other in an instant and the prince asked Snow White
to marry him. The very next day, Snow White did, and, after a grand royal
wedding, they both lived happily ever after.
The END
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