MUFASA: I am thy father’s spirit … if thou didst ever thy dear father love –
SIMBA: Oh God!
MUFASA: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
MUFASA: Let not the royal cave of Pride Rock be a couch for luxury and damned incest … Adieu, adieu! Simba, remember me.
SIMBA: So be it!
TIMON: Hillo, ho, ho, Simba!
SIMBA: I loved you not.
NALA: I was the more deceived.
SIMBA: Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? …
SARABI: What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho!
ZAZU: What, ho! help, help, help!
SIMBA: How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
[SIMBA pounces behind the rocks where ZAZU is concealed. Muffled screams from ZAZU. A spray of feathers. Silence. Beat.]
ZAZU: Oh, I am slain!
SARABI: Oh me, what hast thou done?
SIMBA: Nay, I know not: is it Scar?