The Love of Three Oranges 31 FATA MORGANA. (Furiously stopping all the rejoicing. Magical flash.) Stop this! Silence! Shut up and listen to me. (Most of the crowd is silenced, though TARTAGLIA still laughs. MORGANA zaps his arms so they are frozen behind him and he begins to listen attentively.) Listen to me, you braying ass. There is one thing they know From Berlin to Montana. Itis never wise To cross Fata Morgana. (Chord.) Oh of course she’s a beauty. There is no mistake. But she's not nice, like a bunny, Has a bite like a snake. So laugh it up, sugar! But tell all your friends That Fata Morgana (Chord.) Still got her revenge. Enjoying yourself? Getting caught in my verse? Well it’s more than just poetry. This is a curse. You've never known love? Here's a present from me. You'll fall in love with an orange Better yet, make it three! These three specific oranges You'll chase ‘round the globe Cause I won't let you stop Till you wear your death robe. Nothing else with suffice Not cheese or soda fizz Because the cause of your death Will be the love of three oranges! Run! Run! Find them if you can! (She laughs triumphantly, then disappears in a poof of smoke.) TARTAGLIA. Where are the three oranges? Where are they? My precious oranges! I'm coming! I'm coming my dears! Where? Where? (He rushes offstage.) KING. Tartaglia! Stop! Stop! My son! Stop!