Act I  Scene 3  [After kissing an enchanted toad, Princess Felicity has been infested with his warts.  She must marry whichever of her detested  three suitors finds a cure.]
VESTA;       Girls, girls, this isn't getting us anywhere. We'll just have to see what we can do ourselves. The Lord High Doctor might have something that could help. Where is he?
DECIBEL/GLAMMA/ VESTA [Felicity’s aunts]; Gizmo! [Whistle - gong]
GIZMO;[waking up] There ain't not no necessitessity for no shoutifyng. I'm here. I think I’m here. Ain’t I not here? [sees Felicity] Help! Aliens! Godzilla! The Thing from Outer Space! Help!  
                                                               [Runs off, shouting Help!]
FELICITY:   Very sympathetic.
VESTA;        Well, you've only yourself to blame. Kissing toads -
FELICITY:   Oh, Aunt Vesta, please not again!
DECIBEL;    Come along, gels. We must catch him. He may have a medicine -
GLAMMA;   Chin up, honey. I have an exfoliatin’ cream -.
VESTA;        There's Granny Weatherwax’s spell book in the pantry somewhere -
                              [ Exit DECIBEL, GLAMMA, VESTA.]
FELICITY:    Old spells? Gizmo's medicines? Aunt Glamma’s face creams? Over my dead body! [to Audience] What can I do? The Magic Mirror! Why not? It knows everything, and it has to answer truthfully - till the battery runs down.  [To mirror]  Mirror, mirror, tell me true, everything I ask of you.   Knock, knock - anybody in?        [ tinkly magic music.   The mirror shows a face]
MIRROR:     Good afternoon, caller. What seems to be the trouble?
FELICITY:    Seems! You mean you haven't noticed?
MIRROR:      Busy busy busy. I don't just hang about here all day, you know.
FELICITY:    I have these warts.
MIRROR:      You do, don’t you.
FELICITY:    That's not an answer.
MIRROR:      You didn't ask a question. I don’t know what you’re complaining about. With three terribly unlovable princes looking for a cure for you, not to mention Gizmo, which I'm always glad not to do, if you see what I mean, you've got a splendid reason for running away from home.
FELICITY;    Run away? Me?
MIRROR;      I'm only trying to help. You've always dreamed of going to the College of Sorcery to be a witch. Now you look the part.  If not more so. What more could you ask?
FELICITY:    I was planning to be a beautiful sorceress full of sinister glamour! Not a warty old crone! Is there a way I can lift the curse myself?
MIRROR: [reluctantly] Well - yes.
FELICITY:    Well, what is it?
MIRROR:      I can't tell you.
FELICITY:    Why not?
MIRROR:      For reasons you'd find absolutely unarguable if only I could tell you. Your three minutes are nearly up, caller.
FELICITY: [furiously] If you can't tell me that cure, suggest another!
MIRROR:     You could try throwing a party for all the local peasantry. There's a game called Postman's Knock.....Best of luck. 'Bye.                        [mirror fades;   music ]