Snow White Musical Play Script Ages 16 to Adult by David Barrett (includes performance licence)

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This is a hilariously funny adaptation of the well-known story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Your audience will be rolling in the aisles. The script is full of misunderstandings and plays on words. There are only a few patches of mildly risque humour. This play is too difficult for younger children. The songs use well-known folk-song melodies so your cast will learn them very easily. Of course, we have changed the words. The running time is around two hours.

You will need a performance licence for every performance of the play.

The price of the script includes a licence for 1 performance. 

This is a copymaster script with permission to photocopy or print off as many copies as you need for your rehearsals. Once we have received your payment, you will be emailed a download link for your script. If an actor loses a script, simply run off another.

Snow White, Scene 1

Dramatis Personae

Snow White
The Wicked Queen
The Huntsman
The Lord Chancellor
Sir Edward Scrubbs
Rodney, Earl of Essex
Trixie the Dog no lines, sings
A Cat
Horace, a footman
Doris, another footman
Inspector from the Ministry of Political Correctness
Chief Inspector from the Ministry (The Director in Disguise)
Sergeant few lines
Guard few lines
Page few lines
Mouse 1
Mouse 2
Mouse 3
Mouse 4
Happy
Dopey
Bashful
Sleepy
Sneezy
Grumpy
Bjorn
Chorus of Servants and Courtiers
Chorus of Forest Animals

Synopsis of Scenes

Act I
Scene 1 In the Palace
Scene 2 Later, in the Palace
Scene 3 Snow White’s Bed-chamber
Scene 4 On the Edge of the Forest

Act II
Scene 1 The Dwarves’ Cottage
Scene 2 The Dwarves’ Cottage
Scene 3 The Dwarves’ Cottage
Scene 4 The Palace

Scene 1, In the Palace


The great hall of the palace is furnished and decorated in formal medieval style. Candelabra are hanging from ceilings and walls and the tables are draped with purple cloths and decorated with more candles. The walls are hung with tapestries and decorated with shields and weapons, such as crossed pikes and maces. Paintings of the royal ancestors brighten the walls. The atmosphere is merry and jovial.

SONG 1 Servants Just Love to Wear Tights
(Tune: My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean)

Verse 1:
In Rome we wore chic, stylish togas,
Gold bracelets and laurels of green.
But making our way to the senate,
We looked like a bunch of old queens.

Chorus:
Roll up, roll up, vote for the great British pantie hose,
Fish nets, lycra; oh, servants just love to wear tights.

Verse 2:
As Britons we dressed rather cheaply,
We painted our bodies with wode.
The minimal look raised some eyebrows;
Our enemies legged-it back home!

Verse 3:
As Saxons we wore polished leather,
Our tunics came down to the calf.
They tended to shrink in bad weather
And strangle our Old English parts.

Verse 4:
In Scotland we loved kilts and sporrans,
And garters on knee-length red socks.
They made us look cheekily tartan,
And let the wind blow up the jocks.

Verse 5:
Today, when you see us in public
We’re sure to be wearing our tights.
But not the blond wigs or suspenders
Until we get home every night.


(Enter the queen. All suddenly goes still and quiet.)


QUEEN And what is the cause of this hilarity? It is against my orders. The only day for celebration is my birthday – and it is not my birthday today.

SIR EDWARD We’re sorry, my lady. We just felt that the audience needed cheering up a little.

QUEEN Cheering up? Cheering up? Since when did people need to be cheerful? I’m miserable – so everyone must be miserable! That’s life!
(To the crowd) If there is any further outbreak of good cheer, I will personally cut off the heads of those responsible. Do you understand?

ALL Yes, queen.

QUEEN Good! Now, go about your business, all of you.

(They do not move.) At once, I say, at once!

(There is a bustle as the crowd begins to disperse.)


Not you, Edward. I want a word with you.

SIR ED My lady?

QUEEN There has been too much hilarity in the palace lately – and I hold you responsible.

SIR ED I, my lady?

QUEEN You are my chief minister, not my chief minstrel.

SIR ED But, my lady, what do you expect me to do?

QUEEN I expect you to pass some new laws; that’s what I pay you for. I do pay you, do I?

SIR ED Yes, my lady, but…

QUEEN A law against dancing for a start, and playing music.

(Nervous, muted reaction of horror from those of the crowd who are left.)

And ban those jokes; they are quite unnecessary.

SIR ED (Aghast) Ban the jokes?

QUEEN Good! You’re getting the idea. Now, about the ladies. I have seen ladies at the court wearing make-up and outrageous modern dresses. This must stop! They must not show their arms, ankles or, I can hardly bring myself to say it, (spoken with distaste) their cleavage!

 (Gasps from the crowd.)

SIR ED But my lady, I like to see….

(He notices the queen has a face like thunder.)

Yes, my lady!

QUEEN That will be all, Edward. Now, leave me in peace; I wish to consult my mirror.

SIR ED As you wish, my lady. (He exits.)

QUEEN (Noticing some of the courtiers still present.)

Get out! All of you. Is there no privacy for a queen. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!

(The rest of the crowd exit rapidly, leaving the queen alone.)

Why, oh why must I be surrounded by fools and idiots? I shall consult my mirror. At least that will talk sense.

(She crosses to the mirror and pauses to adjust her hair and admire herself before speaking.)

QUEEN Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?

MIRROR Thou, o queen, art blessed with the most pulchritudinous physiognomy in the land.

And thou dost possess the most ambrosial charisma of all.

QUEEN Yes, but mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?

MIRROR Thou, o queen, art blessed with the most alluring visage in the land. And thou dost possess the most captivating disposition of all.

QUEEN Yes, but mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?

MIRROR Thou, o queen, art blessed with the most sexy curves in the land. And thou dost possess the biggest pair of…
QUEEN Yes, yes, yes, that’s better. Now, tell me, mirror, is this the truth?

MIRROR No, not at all. I’m just saying what you would like to hear. Last time I told the truth you broke my glass.

QUEEN I’ll do more than break your glass, I’ll fracture your frame, I’ll bruise your burnishing and I’ll dislocate your tenons and mortices. But first, tell me who is the fairest of us all?

MIRROR Snow White is more delectable than thee; more angelic, bewitching and elegant; her radiant beauty throws light into the corners of every room; her wit and charm beguile the hardest of hearts; her…her…

QUEEN Silence, you foolish mirror. Have you no pity?

MIRROR No less than you when you beat me up.

QUEEN I’ll deal with you later.(Aside) There is only one way to deal with this crisis; Snow White must die. But, how to accomplish this? I could poison her! No that may fail. I shall have a servant take her to the forest and come back with her heart. And who better to do this deed than the huntsman? He is familiar with the techniques of butchery.

(Calls into wings) Huntsman, come here at once! At once I say!

(Enter the huntsman, breathless and flustered.)

HUNTSMAN My lady, you called me?

QUEEN You know very well I called you.

HUNTSMAN Yes, my queen.

QUEEN Thoughts of a foul deed have crossed my mind.

HUNTSMAN (Aside) That wouldn’t have taken very long.

QUEEN Look, Horace, you must go to the forest. I would like you to take my daughter where you didn’t oughter.

HUNTSMAN What would I wish with that little dish?

QUEEN Less of that cheek, close your beak. You must take Snow White and it must be tonight.

HUNTSMAN But, she’ll be afraid, the poor little maid.

QUEEN That’s the idea - to instil some fear.

HUNTSMAN I don’t think I should, it’s dangerous in the wood.

QUEEN If you want to keep your head, keep her there till she’s dead.

HUNTSMAN Dead, my lady? You must be crazy!

QUEEN Don’t delay, just do as I say, I want her out of the way, today! O.K.?

HUNTSMAN But what if she will not agree to go with me in the dark to the royal park. After all, it’s not the ball and I’m of a lower social order than your daughter.

QUEEN She’ll be more keen if you tell her the queen would otherwise lock her in the cellar; you tell ‘er.

HUNTSMAN I’ve a good mind forthrightly to go forth forthwith and sever the security of my situation.

QUEEN Don’t be ridiculous, I like to retain my retainers. All you need is to saddle your steed, drag her off with the utmost speed and do the deed.

HUNTSMAN But, I can’t keep calm - I’m in alarm at the thought of causing Snow White harm.

QUEEN You kill with skill and are not sorry for the quarry when it’s furry. Just, pretend she’s a deer, dear.

HUNTSMAN It’s not the same as shooting game, the girl’s quite tame.

QUEEN It’s your duty through good and ill to obey my will, Will.

HUNTSMAN Quick, I feel sick, my guts feel nuts, I need to chuck it in the bucket.

QUEEN Ill or nil, I will have my will, Will!

HUNTSMAN My face is white and throat is tight; my knees are all a’quiver, there’s a pain in my liver.

QUEEN Pull yourself together, you’re not under the weather, you’re just afraid ‘cos your nerves are frayed and your knees knock, Jock.

(His knees knock. Sound effect of wood block.)

HUNTSMAN But, but, but….

QUEEN Stop butting, you’re not a goat.

HUNTSMAN (Aside) I wish I were.

QUEEN If you are successful in ridding the world of Snow White, you will be handsomely rewarded.

HUNTSMAN What might be the nature of the reward, my lady?

QUEEN You’ll find out, if you are successful.

HUNTSMAN As my queen, perhaps you might be disposed to give me a knight-hood or something like that.

QUEEN Do not try my patience! Now go, go, GO! And return with the girl’s heart.

HUNTSMAN (In a small squeaky voice.) Her heart! (He clears his throat, nervously.) Very good, my lady. (He backs off-stage rather hurriedly.)

QUEEN (Cynically) Perhaps I might be disposed to give him a knighthood! Perhaps I might be disposed to dispose of him in the same way as he will dispose of Snow White. For, when she is dead I will once more be the most beautiful woman in the land.

(Evil cackles of laughter.)