[The Queen:] -There you fina lly a re, sister of the winds And mother of my future deeds. Imin a ba ttle I yet ca nt win, So help me a nd tell me wha t you need.
[The Witch:] -Lets hea r wha t burdens your roya l hea rt bea rs, Is it a burden of love or of ha te? Tell me wha t obsta cle lies in your wa y And I will see wha t ca n be done to fa te.
[The Queen:] -Twice they count, the unfa ithful. The infidels of the crown. The da rk ones pretenders Trying to bring us down.
So let your ma gic be unlea shed And dispose of the fa lse serpents of the night.
[The Witch:] -Poorly my powers wi will bite, I ca n not ha rm roya l blood. I a m not a ble to a ssist you in your fight.
[The Queen:] -Witch, be gone then out of my sight And ta ke your feeble pitia ble tricks a nd hide.
[The Witch:] -I sha ll be gone soon, though I gi have you one a dvice: Ta ke the highest ca ution your wisdom ca n provide.
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