Lyrics Elphaba's Demise

Elphaba: You have to hide. No one can know you were here. Hide yourself!
Elphaba Drapes A Scrim Around The Stage
Offstage Chorus of Women:
AND GOODNESS KNOWS
THE WICKED'S LIVES ARE LONELY
GOODNESS KNOWS THE WICKED DIE ALONE...
Boq and Other Witch Hunters Run In. You Can See The Silhouette Of The Action Happening Behind The Scrim. Glinda Is Downstage Watching The Action Take Place.
The Mob Surrounds The Witch And She Melts With A Scream The Mob Leaves And Glinda Comes Out From Hiding. She Moves Near The Scrim.
Glinda: Elphie? Elphie? Chistery opens the scrim, where just Elphaba's hat and the green bottle remain. Glinda cries, and grabs the had, holding it against her.
Chistery: Handing Her The Bottle. Miss, Miss Glinda.
The Next Scene Opens In the Emerald City With The Wizard & Mme. Morrible.
Morrible: Well, I don't know why you're so despondiary, I thought it went quite well! They seem thrilled to shreds with their brains and their hearts, and this and that.... Glinda Enters. Oh, Miss Glinda! I thought you'd be out festivating.
Glinda: This was Elphaba's. Holding Out The Bottle.
Wizard: What's that you say?
Glinda: It was a keepsake. It was her mother's. She told me so herself. I've only seen a little, green bottle like this one other time. It was right here, in this very room. You offered me a drink from it.
Lover's Song Played In Background.
Wizard: But... oh my Lord...
I AM A SENTIMENTAL MAN
WHO ALWAYS LONGED TO BE...
a father...
Morrible: So that was it. That's why she had such powers! She was a child of both worlds!
Wizard: He Cries.
Glinda: I want you to leave Oz. I'll make the pronouncement myself: that the strains of wizardship have been too much for you and you are taking an indefinite leave of absence! Did you hear what I said?!
Wizard: Yes, your goodness.
Glinda: You'd better go get your balloon ready. Guards!
He Exits.
Morrible: Glinda, dear, I know we've had our miniscule differentiations in the past...
Glinda: Guards! Madame, have you ever considered how you'd fare in captivity?
Morrible: What?
Glinda: Articulated. Captivity... prison! Personally, I don't think you'll hold up very well. My professional opinion is that you do not have what it takes. I hope you prove me wrong. I doubt you will. Take her away!
Morrible: No!!!!