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MRS. LOVETT:
There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life. And he was beautiful... (spoken) Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker. TODD: What was his crime? LOVETT: Foolishness. He had this wife, y'see, Pretty little thing, Silly little nit, Had her chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing. Poor thing. There were these two, y'see, Wanted her like mad, One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle! Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle! But she wouldn't budge from her needle! Too bad, Pure thing. So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did, Leavin' 'er with nothing but grief and a year-old kid! Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing... (spoken) Johanna... That was the baby's name, pretty little Johanna. TODD: Go on. LOVETT: My, you do like a good story, don't you? Well, Beadle calls on her all polite, Poor thing, Poor thing! The judge, he tells her is all contrite, He blames himself for her dreadful plight, She must come straight to his house tonight, Poor thing, Poor thing! Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, They're 'avin' this ball all in masks! There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing! She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing! The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing! 'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks... 'E was there alright, Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, y'see, And everyone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, y'see, So all of them stood there and laughed, y'see! Poor soul! Poor thing! |
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| 2. |
| 6:10 |
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Antony
I have sailed the world beheld its wonders from the dardinells, to the mountains of Peru, But there's no place like London! I feel home again... I could hear the city bells ring... Whatever would I do? No there's... Sweeney Todd No place like London... Antony (spoken) Mr. Todd, sir Sweeney Todd You are young... Life has been kind to you... You will learn. (Spoken) 'Tis here we go our seperate ways. Farewell Antony. I will not soon forget the good ship bountiful, nor the young man who saved my life. Antony (Spoken) There's no cause to thank me for that, sir. It would have been a poor Christian indeed who would have spotted you pinching and tossing on that raft and not given the alarm. Sweeney Todd (Spoken) There's many a Christian would've done just that and not lost a winks sleep over it either. Beggar Woman (Sung) Alms, alms for a miserable woman, on a miserable chilly mornin'! Thank ya, sir, thank ya... How would ya like a little muff, dear a little jig-jig, a little bounce around the bush! Wouldn't ya like to push me parsley? It looks to me, dear, that you've got plenty there to push! Alms, alms for a pitiful woman... what's got wandering wits? Hey! DOn't I know you, mister? Sweeney Todd Must you glare at me, woman? Off with you! Off I say! Beggar Woman Then how would ya like to split me muff? Mister, we'll go jig-jig! A little... Sweeney Todd Off I said! To the devil with you! Beggar Woman Alms, alms for a pitiful woman! Antony (Spoken) Pardon me, sir, but there's no need to fear the likes of her, she's only a half-crazed beggar woman... London's full of them. Sweeney Todd (spoken) I beg your indulgance, boy, my mind is far from easy. For in the once familiar streets I feel a chill of ghostly shadows everywhere. Forgive me. Antony (spoken) There is nothing to forgive. Sweeney Todd (spoken) Farewell, Antony. Antony (spoken) Mr. Todd, before we part... Sweeney Todd (spoken) What is it? Antony (spoken) I have honored my promise never to question you. Whatever brought you to that sorry shipwreck is your affair and yet, over many weeks of our voyage home, I've come to think of you as a friend, and if trouble lies ahead for you in London, if you need any help...or money. Sweeney Todd (spoken) No! (sung) There's a whole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pin can spit and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo turning beauty to filth and greed... I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru but there's no place like London! -- There was a barber and his wife and she was beautiful... a foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason for his life... and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous. And he was nieve. There was another man who saw that she was beautiful... A biased vulture of the law who, with a gesture of his claw removed the barber from his plate! And there was nothing but to wait! And she would fall! So soft! So young! So lost and oh so beautiful! Antony (spoken) The lady, sir, did she, sir, come? Sweeney Todd (sung) Ah, that was many years ago... I doubt if anyone would know. (spoken) Now leave me, Antony. There is somewhere I must go, something i must find out. Now, and alone. Antony (spoken) But surely we will meet again before I am off to Plymouth? Sweeney Todd (spoken) If you want you may well find me around Fleet Street. I wouldn't wander. (sung) There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit! And the vermin of the world inhabit it! |
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Wait!
What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a -- Fright, I thought you was a ghost! Half a minute, can'tcher sit! Sit you down, sit! All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks! Did you come here for a pie, sir? Do forgive me if me head's a little vague -- Ugh! What is that? But you think we had the plague! From the way that people Keep avoiding -- No you don't! Heaven knows I try, sir! Ick! But there's no one comes in even to inhale! Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale? Mind you, I can't hardly blame them! These are probably the worst pies in London! I know why nobody cares to take them, I should know, I make them, But good? No! The worst pies in London, Even that's polite! The worst pies in London, If you doubt it, take a bite! Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it! It's nothing but crusting! Here, drink this, you'll need it! The worst pies in London... And no wonder with the price of meat What it is When you get it Never Thought I'd live to see the day Men'd think it was a treat Findin' poor Animals Wot are dyin' in the street! Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop! Does a business but I notice something weird. Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared! Have to hand it to her Wot I calls Enterprise Poppin' pussies into pies! Wouldn't do in my shop! Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick! And I'm tellin' you, them pussycats is quick! No denying times is hard, sir Even harder than the worst pies in London! Only lard and nothing more Is that just revolting, All greasy and gritty? It looks like it's molting, And tastes like, Well, pity |
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MRS. LOVETT:
There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life. And he was beautiful... (spoken) Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker. TODD: What was his crime? LOVETT: Foolishness. He had this wife, y'see, Pretty little thing, Silly little nit, Had her chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing. Poor thing. There were these two, y'see, Wanted her like mad, One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle! Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle! But she wouldn't budge from her needle! Too bad, Pure thing. So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did, Leavin' 'er with nothing but grief and a year-old kid! Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing... (spoken) Johanna... That was the baby's name, pretty little Johanna. TODD: Go on. LOVETT: My, you do like a good story, don't you? Well, Beadle calls on her all polite, Poor thing, Poor thing! The judge, he tells her is all contrite, He blames himself for her dreadful plight, She must come straight to his house tonight, Poor thing, Poor thing! Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, They're 'avin' this ball all in masks! There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing! She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing! The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing! 'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks... 'E was there alright, Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, y'see, And everyone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, y'see, So all of them stood there and laughed, y'see! Poor soul! Poor thing! |
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| 3:04 |
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TODD:
These are my friends, See how they glisten. See this one shine, How he smiles in the light, My friends, My faithful friends... Speak to me, friend. Whisper, I'll listen. I know, I know You've been locked out of sight All these years! Like me, my friend! Well, I've come home To find you waiting! Home, And we're together... And we'll do wonders... Won't we...? [Simultaneously, for rest of song] TODD: You there, my friend, Come, let me hold you. Now, with a sigh, You grow warm In my hand... My friend, My clever friend... LOVETT: I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd. If you only knew, Mr. Todd. Ooh, Mr. Todd, You're warm In my hand... You've come home... Always had a fondness for you, I did. TODD: Rest now, my friends. Soon I'll unfold you. Soon you'll know splendors You never have dreamed All your days, My lucky friends. Till now your shine Was merely silver. Friends, You shall drip rubies, You'll soon drip precious Rubies... LOVETT: Never you fear, Mr. Todd. You can move in here Mr. Todd. Splendors You never have dreamed All your days Will be yours! I'm your friend, And you're mine! Don't they shine beautiful? Silver's good enough for me, Mr. T... |
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| 2:20 |
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JOHANNA (Sings):
Green finch and linnet bird, Nightingale, blackbird, How is it you sing? How can you jubilate, Sitting in cages, Never taking wing? Outside the sky waits, Beckoning, beckoning, Just beyond the bars. How can you remain, Staring at the rain, Maddened by the stars? How is it you sing Anything? How is it you sing? Green finch and linnet bird, Nightingale, blackbird, How is it you sing? Whence comes this melody constantly flowing? Is it rejoicing or merely halloing? Are you discussing or fussing Or simply dreaming? Are you crowing? Are you screaming? Ringdove and robinet, Is it for wages, Singing to be sold? Have you decided it's Safer in cages, Singing when you're told? (ANTHONY enters. Instantly he sees her and stands transfixed by her beauty) My cage has many rooms, Damask and dark. Nothing there sings, Not even my lark. Larks never will, you know, When they're captive. Teach me to be more adaptive. Green finch and linnet bird, Nightingale, blackbird, Teach me how to sing. If I cannot fly, Let me sing. (She gazes into the middle distance disconsolately) ANTHONY (Gazing at her, sings softly): I have sailed the world, Beheld its wonders, From the pearls of Spain To the rubies of Tibet, But not even in London Have I seen such a wonder . . . (Breathlessly) Lady look at me look at me miss oh Look at me please oh Favor me favor me with your glance. Ah, miss, What do you what do you see off There in those trees oh Won't you give won't you give me a chance? Who would sail to Spain For all its wonders, When in Kearney's Lane Lies the greatest wonder yet? Ah, miss, Look at you look at you pale and Ivory-skinned oh Look at you looking so sad so queer. Promise Not to retreat to the darkness Back of your window Not till you not till you look down here. Look at ANTHONY. JOHANNA: Me! Green finch and linnet bird, Look at Nightingale, blackbird, Me! Teach me how to sing. If I cannot fly, Look at me .. . Let me sing ... |
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ANTHONY (Gazing at her, sings softly):
I have sailed the world, Beheld its wonders, From the pearls of Spain To the rubies of Tibet, But not even in London Have I seen such a wonder . . . (Breathlessly) Lady look at me look at me miss oh Look at me please oh Favor me favor me with your glance. Ah, miss, What do you what do you see off There in those trees oh Won't you give won't you give me a chance? Who would sail to Spain For all its wonders, When in Kearney's Lane Lies the greatest wonder yet? Ah, miss, Look at you look at you pale and Ivory-skinned oh Look at you looking so sad so queer. Promise Not to retreat to the darkness Back of your window Not till you not till you look down here. Look at ANTHONY. JOHANNA: Me! Green finch and linnet bird, Look at Nightingale, blackbird, Me! Teach me how to sing. If I cannot fly, Look at me .. . Let me sing ... BEGGAR WOMAN: Alms, Alms for a miserable woman. Beg your pardon, it's you sir, thank you, thank you kindly. ANTHONY (spoken): One moment mother, perhaps you know who's house this is. BEGGAR WOMAN: (nervously) That, Oh, That's the gret Judge Turpins house that is. ANTHONY: And the young lady who resides there? BEGGAR WOMAN: (increasingly nervous) Oh her? Well that's J-Johanna, His pretty little ward. Oh but don't you go tresspassing there young man. Not if you value your hide. Tamper there and it's a good wippin' for ya, or any other yout' wif mischeif on 'is mind. (laughs) (Sing-song) Hey, Oink sailor boy, want it's lovely harbored, open me gate but don't get straight I see it lists to starboard (laughs widly) ANTHONY: Off with you, OFF! |
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| 1:50 |
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ANTHONY:
I feel you, Johanna, I feel you. I was half convinced I'd waken, Satisfied enough to dream you. Happily I was mistaken, Johanna. I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. [dialogue] I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. Do they think that walls could hide you? Even now, I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you, Buried sweetly in your yellow hair! I feel you, Johanna, And one day I'll steal you! Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there, Sweetly buried in your yellow hair! |
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MRS. LOVETT:
There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life. And he was beautiful... (spoken) Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker. TODD: What was his crime? LOVETT: Foolishness. He had this wife, y'see, Pretty little thing, Silly little nit, Had her chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing. Poor thing. There were these two, y'see, Wanted her like mad, One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle! Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle! But she wouldn't budge from her needle! Too bad, Pure thing. So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did, Leavin' 'er with nothing but grief and a year-old kid! Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing... (spoken) Johanna... That was the baby's name, pretty little Johanna. TODD: Go on. LOVETT: My, you do like a good story, don't you? Well, Beadle calls on her all polite, Poor thing, Poor thing! The judge, he tells her is all contrite, He blames himself for her dreadful plight, She must come straight to his house tonight, Poor thing, Poor thing! Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, They're 'avin' this ball all in masks! There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing! She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing! The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing! 'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks... 'E was there alright, Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, y'see, And everyone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, y'see, So all of them stood there and laughed, y'see! Poor soul! Poor thing! |
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ANTHONY:
I feel you, Johanna, I feel you. I was half convinced I'd waken, Satisfied enough to dream you. Happily I was mistaken, Johanna. I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. [dialogue] I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. Do they think that walls could hide you? Even now, I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you, Buried sweetly in your yellow hair! I feel you, Johanna, And one day I'll steal you! Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there, Sweetly buried in your yellow hair! |
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| 2:31 |
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MRS. LOVETT:
Easy now, Hush, love, hush, Don't distress yourself, What's your rush? Keep your thoughts Nice and lush, Wait. Hush, love, hush, Think it through. Once it bubbles, then What's to do? Watch it close. Let it brew. Wait. I've been thinkin' flowers, Maybe daisies, To brighten up the room! Don't you think some flowers, Pretty daisies, Might relieve the gloom? Ah, wait, Love, wait. TODD: (spoken) And the judge? When will I get to him? LOVETT: Can't you think of nothin' else? Always broodin' away on your wrongs what happened heaven knows how many years ago! Slow, love, slow. Time's so fast. Now goes quickly, see Now it's past! Soon will come, Soon will last. Wait. Don't you know, Silly man? Half the fun is to Plan the plan! All good things Come to those who can Wait. Gillyflowers, maybe, 'Stead of daisies... I dunno though... What do you think? [Thanks to Jill Murdoch for lyrics] |
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JOHANNA (Sings):
He means to marry me Monday, What shall I do? I'd rather die. ANTHONY (Sings): I have a plan ? JOHANNA: I'll swallow poison on Sunday, That's what I'll do, I'll get some lye. ANTHONY: I have a plan ? JOHANNA (Stops pacing suddenly): Oh, dear, was that a noise? ANTHONY: A plan? JOHANNA: I think I heard a noise. ANTHONY; A plan! JOHANNA: It couldn't be, He's in court, He's in court today, Still that was a noise, Wasn't that a noise? You must have heard that ? ANTHONY: Kiss me. JOHANNA (Shyly): Oh, sir... ANTHONY: Ah, miss ... JOHANNA: Oh, sir ... (She turns away, agitatedly) If he should marry me Monday, What shall I do? I'll die of grief. ANTHONY: We fly tonight ? JOHANNA: 'Tis Friday, virtually Sunday, What can we do with time so brief? ANTHONY: We fly tonight ? JOHANNA: Behind the curtain ? quick! ANTHONY: Tonight ? JOHANNA: I think I heard a click! ANTHONY: Tonight! JOHANNA: It was agate! It's the gate! We don't have a gate. Still there was a ? Wait! There's another click! You must have heard that ? ANTHONY: It's not a gate. There's no gate, You don't have a gate. If you'd only listen, miss, and ANTHONY; Kiss me! JOHANNA: Tonight? ANTHONY: Kiss me. JOHANNA: You mean tonight? ANTHONY: The plan is made. JOHANNA: Oh, sir! ANTHONY; So kiss me. JOHANNA: I feel a fright. ANTHONY: Be not afraid. JOHANNA: Sir, I did Love you even as I Saw you, even as it Did not matter that I Did not know your name. ANTHONY: Tonight I'll Steal You, JOHANNA, I'll steal you ... ANTHONY: It's me you'll marry on Monday, That's what you'll do! JOHANNA: And gladly, sir. ANTHONY: St. Dunstan's, noon. JOHANNA: I knew I'd be with you one day, Even not knowing who you were. I feared you'd never come, That you'd been called away, That you'd been killed, Had the plague, Were in debtor's jail, Trampled by a horse, Gone to sea again, Arrested by the ? JOHANNA: Kiss me! ANTHONY: Of course. JOHANNA: Quickly! ANTHONY: Ah, miss, Marry me, marry me, miss, Oh, marry me Monday! Favor me, favor me With your hand. Promise, Marry me, marry me, please, Oh, marry me Monday ? ANTHONY: You're sure? JOHANNA: Kiss me! ANTHONY (Taking her in his arms): I shall! JOHANNA: Kiss me! Oh, sir ... (Lights dim on them but remain; light rises on the JUDGE and the BEADLE, still walking together. Music continues under) JUDGE (Strolling with BEADLE): Yes, yes, but surely the respect that she owes me as her guardian should be sufficient to kindle a more tender emotion. BEADLE (Sings): Excuse me, my lord. May I request, my lord, Permission, my lord, to speak? Forgive me if I suggest, my lord, You're looking less than your best, my lord, There's powder upon your vest, my lord, And stubble upon your cheek. And ladies, my lord, are weak. (Music continues) JUDGE: Perhaps if she greets me cordially upon my return, I should give her a small gift. .. BEADLE (Winces delicately): Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord, Have a fragile sensibility. When a girl's emergent, Probably it's urgent You defer to her gent- ility, my lord. Personal disorder cannot be ignored, Given their genteel proclivities. Meaning no offense, it Happens they resents it, Ladies in their sensit- ivities, my lord. JUDGE (Feeling his chin): Stubble, you say? Perhaps at times I am a little overhasty with my morning ablutions .. . BEADLE: Fret not though, my lord, I know a place, my lord, A barber, my lord, of skill. Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, Some eau de cologne to grace my lord And musk to enhance the chase, my lord, You'll dazzle the girl until She bows to your every will. JUDGE: That may well be so. (They have reached the JUDGE 's house) BEADLE: Well, here we are, sir. I bid you good day. JUDGE: Good day. (He muses, turns) And where is this miraculous barber? BEADLE: In Fleet Street, sir. JUDGE: Perhaps you may be right. Take me to him. (They start off. Light up on JOHANNA 's room. JOHANNA and ANTHONY get up from a couch) BEADLE (Sings): The name is TODD ... JUDGE: Todd,eh? ANTHONY: We'd best not wait until Monday JOHANNA: Sir, I concur, And fully, too. BEADLE: Sweeney TODD. ANTHONY: It isn't right. We'd best be married on Sunday. JOHANNA: Saturday, sir, Would also do. ANTHONY: Or else tonight. (The JUDGE and the BEADLE move past the house) JOHANNA: I think I heard a noise. ANTHONY: Fear not. JOHANNA: I mean another noise! ANTHONY: Like what? JOHANNA: Oh, never mind, Just a noise Just another noise, Something in the street, I'm a silly little Ninnynoddle ? ANTHONY: You mustn't mind, It's a noise, Just another noise, Something in the street, You silly ? BOTH (Falling into each other's arms): Kiss me! JOHANNA: Oh, sir... ANTHONY: We'll go to Paris on Monday. JOHANNA: What shall I wear? I daren't pack! ANTHONY: We'll ride a train ... JOHANNA: With you beside me on Sunday, What will I care What things I lack? ANTHONY: Then sail to Spain ... JOHANNA: I'll take my reticule. I need my reticule. You mustn't think Me a fool But my reticule Never leaves my side, It's the only thing My mother gave me ? Kiss me! Kiss me! We'll go there, Kiss me! We have a place where we can ANTHONY: Why take your reticule? We'll buy a reticule. I'd never think You a fool, But a reticule ? Leave it all aside And begin again and Kiss me! I know a place where we can go Tonight. Kiss me! We have a place where we can Go...Go tonight. BEADLE {Simultaneously with the above): The name is Todd. JUDGE: Todd? BEADLE: Todd. Sweeney Todd. JUDGE: Todd ... BEADLE: Todd. ANTHONY: I loved you Even as I saw you, Even as it did not Matter that I did Not know your name Johanna, Johanna, Johanna… JOHANNA: I loved you Even as I saw you, Even as it does not Matter that I still Don't know your name, sir, Even as I saw you, Even as it does not Matter that I still Don't know your name . .. BEADLE (Simultaneously with above): Todd . . . Sweeney Todd. JUDGE and BEADLE: Sweeney Todd. ANTHONY: Anthony . . . JUDGE: Todd . . . BEADLE: TODD. JOHANNA: ANTHONY . . . JUDGE: TODD, eh? JOHANNA: ANTHONY: I'll marry ANTHONY Sunday, You marry ANTHONY Sunday, That's what I'll do. That's what you'll do, No matter what! No matter what! I knew you'd come for me I knew I'd come for you one day, one day Only afraid that you'd forgot. Only afraid that you'd forgot. BEADLE (Simultaneously with above): Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord ... JUDGE: Pray lead the way. BEADLE: Have a fragile sensibility ... JUDGE: Just as you say. JOHANNA: I feared you'd never come, That you'd been called away, That you'd been killed, Had the plague, Were in debtor's jail, Trampled by a horse, Gone to sea again, Arrested by the ... ANTHONY: Marry me, marry me, miss, You'll marry me Sunday. Favor me, favor me With your hand. Promise, Marry me, marry me, That you'll marry me ? Enough of all this ... (He crushes her to him; they kiss) BEADLE (Simultaneously with above): When a girl's emergent, Probably it's urgent. .. Ladies in their sensitivities .. . JUDGE: Todd ... JOHANNA (As she sinks to the floor with ANTHONY) : Oh, sir ... ANTHONY: Ah, miss . . . JOHANNA: Oh, sir... Oh, sir ... Oh, sir ... Oh, sir ... Oh, sir ... Oh, sir ... ANTHONY: Ah, miss ... Ah, miss . . . Ah, miss ... Ah, miss ... Ah, miss . . . |
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Pretty women
Fascinating... Sipping coffee, Dancing... pretty women Pretty women Are a wonder. Pretty women! Sitting in the window or Standing on the stair Something in them cheers the air. Pretty women Silhouetted... Stay within you, Glancing... stay forever, Breathing lightly... Pretty women, Pretty women! Blowing out their candles or Combing out their hair, Even when they leave They still are there. They're there Ah! Pretty women, at their mirrors, In their gardens, Letter-writing, Flower-picking, Weather-watching. How they make a man sing! Proof of heaven as you're living, Pretty women! Yes, pretty women! Here's to pretty women, Pretty women, Pretty women, Pretty women |
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| 3:19 |
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No I had him!
His throat was there beneath my hand. I had swear I had him! His throat was there and now he'll never come again. Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hush I keep telling you - Todd: When? Why do I wait? You told me to wait - Now he'll never come again. There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And it's filled with people who are filled with shit And the vermin of the world inhabit it. But not for long... They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race Mrs Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one they put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. Now we all deserve to die Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief We all deserve to die. And I'll never see Joanna No I'll never hold my girl to me - finished! (shouted) Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave? Come and visit your good friend Sweeney. You sir, you sir? Welcome to the grave. I will have vengenance. I will have salvation. (shouted) Who sir, you sir? No one in the chair, come on! Come on! Sweeney's waiting. I want you bleeders. You sir - anybody. Gentlemen don't be shy! Not one man, no, no ten men. Not a hundred can assuage me - I will have you! And I will get him back even as he gloats In the meantime I'll practice on dishonorable throats. And my Lucy lies in ashes And I'll never see my girl again. But the work waits! I'm alive at last! And I'm full of joy! |
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| 7:33 |
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MRS. LOVETT:
Seems a downright shame... TODD: Shame? LOVETT: Seems an awful waste... Such a nice, plump frame Wot's 'is name has... Had... Has! Nor it can't be traced... Bus'ness needs a lift, Debts to be erased... Think of it as thrift, As a gift, If you get my drift! No? Seems an awful waste... I mean, with the price of meat What it is, When you get it, If you get it... TODD: HAH! LOVETT: Good, you got it! Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop! Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast! And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most! And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste! [Simultaneously] TODD: Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion LOVETT: Well, it does seem a waste... TODD: Eminently practical And yet appropriate as always! LOVETT: It's an idea... TODD: Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived Without you all these years, I'll never know! How delectable! Also undetectable! LOVETT: Think about it! Lots of other gentlemen'll Soon be comin' for a shave, Won't they? Think of All them Pies! TODD: How choice! How Rare! TODD: For what's the sound of the world out there? LOVETT: What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound? TODD: Those crunching noises pervading the air! LOVETT: Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, all around! TODD: It's man devouring man, my dear! BOTH: And [LOVETT: Then] who are we to deny it in here? TODD: (spoken) These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for! LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven! TODD: What is that? LOVETT: It's priest. Have a little priest. TODD: Is it really good? LOVETT: Sir, it's too good, at least! Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh, So it's pretty fresh. TODD: Awful lot of fat. LOVETT: Only where it sat. TODD: Haven't you got poet, or something like that? LOVETT: No, y'see, the trouble with poet is 'Ow do you know it's deceased? Try the priest! TODD: (spoken) Heavenly! Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but then again, not as bland as curate, either! LOVETT: And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more! Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays! Lawyer's rather nice. TODD: If it's for a price. LOVETT: Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow it twice! TODD: Anything that's lean. LOVETT: Well, then, if you're British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine! Anyway, it's clean. Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been! TODD: Is that squire, On the fire? LOVETT: Mercy no, sir, look closer, You'll notice it's grocer! TODD: Looks thicker, More like vicar! LOVETT: No, it has to be grocer -- It's green! TODD: The history of the world, my love -- LOVETT: Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors! TODD: Is those below serving those up above! LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves, So there should be plenty of flavors! TODD: How gratifying for once to know BOTH: That those above will serve those down below! LOVETT: (spoken) Now let's see, here... We've got tinker. TODD: Something... pinker. LOVETT: Tailor? TODD: Paler. LOVETT: Butler? TODD: Subtler. LOVETT: Potter? TODD: Hotter. LOVETT: Locksmith? Lovely bit of clerk. TODD: Maybe for a lark. LOVETT: Then again there's sweep If you want it cheap And you like it dark! Try the financier, Peak of his career! TODD: That looks pretty rank. LOVETT: Well, he drank, It's a bank Cashier. Never really sold. Maybe it was old. TODD: Have you any Beadle? LOVETT: Next week, so I'm told! Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and Notice 'ow well it's been greased... Stick to priest! (spoken) Now then, this might be a little bit stringy, but then of course it's... fiddle player! TODD: No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player! LOVETT: 'Ow can you tell? TODD: It's piping hot! LOVETT: Then blow on it first! TODD: The history of the world, my sweet -- LOVETT: Oh, Mr. Todd, Ooh, Mr. Todd, What does it tell? TODD: Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat! LOVETT: And, Mr. Todd, Too, Mr. Todd, Who gets to sell! TODD: But fortunately, it's also clear BOTH: That [L: But] ev'rybody goes down well with beer! LOVETT: (spoken) Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral? TODD: Too salty. I prefer general. LOVETT: With, or without his privates? "With" is extra. TODD: What is that? LOVETT: It's fop. Finest in the shop. And we have some shepherd's pie peppered With actual shepherd on top! And I've just begun -- Here's the politician, so oily It's served with a doily, Have one! TODD: Put it on a bun. Well, you never know if it's going to run! LOVETT: Try the friar, Fried, it's drier! TODD: No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy! LOVETT: Then actor, That's compacter! TODD: Yes, and always arrives overdone! I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu! LOVETT: (spoken) Wait! True, we don't have judge yet, but we've got something you might fancy even better. TODD: What's that? LOVETT: Executioner! TODD: Have charity towards the world, my pet! LOVETT: Yes, yes, I know, my love! TODD: We'll take the customers that we can get! LOVETT: High-born and low, my love! TODD: We'll not discriminate great from small! No, we'll serve anyone, Meaning anyone, BOTH: And to anyone At all! [Thanks to Jill Murdoch & Mrs. Lovett for corrections] |
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TOBY:
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? Are your nostrils a-quiver and tingling as well at the delicate, luscious, ambrosial smell? Yes they are, I can tell Well, ladies and gentlemen, that aroma enriching the breeze Is like nothing compared to its succulent source as the gourmets among you will tell you of course Ladies and gentlemen you can't imagine the rapture in store Just inside of this door! There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies savory and sweet pies as you'll see You, who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies conjure up the treat pies used to be MRS. LOVETT: Nice to see you dearie how have you been keeping? Cor, m'bones is weary! Toby, one for the gentleman hear the birdies cheeping helps to keep it cheery Toby, throw the old woman out! ENSEMBLE: God, that's good! MRS. LOVETT: What's your pleasure dearie? No we don't cut slices Cor, m'eyes is bleary Toby, none for the gentleman! I could up m'prices I'm a little leery Business couldn't be better though! ENSEMBLE: God, that's good! MRS. LOVETT: Knock on wood! SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Yes? What love? Quick, though the trade is brisk SWEENEY: But its six o clock MRS. LOVETT: So its six o clock SWEENEY: It was due to arrive at a quarter to five and its six o clock! I've been waiting all day but it should have been here by now MRS. LOVETT: and its probably already down the block it will be here, it will be here have a pitcher of beer and it should've been here by now now ENSEMBLE: More hot pies! MRS. LOVETT: Will you wait there cooling 'Cause my customers truly are getting unruly SWEENEY: You come back when it comes! MRS. LOVETT: and what's your pleasure dearie? Oops I beg your pardon Just m'hands is smeary Toby, run for the gentleman down to Lover Garden always makes me teary must be one of them foreigners ENSEMBLE: God, that's good! That is delicious! MRS. LOVETT: What's my secret? Frankly dear, forgive my candor Family secret, all to do with herbs things like being careful with your coriander that's what makes the gravy grander! ENSEMBLE: More hot pies! More hot, more pies! SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: What now, love? Quick, though the trade is brisk SWEENEY: But its here MRS. LOVETT: Its where? SWEENEY: Coming up the stair MRS. LOVETT: I'll get rid of the slaughters they're still pretty hott it will soon be there SWEENEY: It's about to be open to don't you care? MRS. LOVETT: No Ill be there, I will be there but then none will get sold if I let them get cold SWEENEY: But we have to prepare! MRS. LOVETT: Oh and incidentally dearie you know Mrs. Mooney sales have been so dreary Toby, poor thing is penniless What about that loony, Lookin sort of beery? Oh well, got her comeuppance and that'll be thruppence ENSEMBLE: God, that's good! That is de-have-u-licious at the tasty smell such oh my god what's more that pie's good ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh SWEENEY: Is this a chair fit for a king? How wondrous sweet and most particular chair MRS.LOVETT: Its gorgeous, its gorgeous SWEENEY: You tell me where is a seat can half compare with this particular thing MRS. LOVETT: Its perfect, its gorgeous SWEENEY: I have a few minor adjustments MRS. LOVETT: You make your few minor adjustments SWEENEY: to make they'll take MRS. LOVETT: You take, your time SWEENEY: a moment MRS. LOVETT: I'll go see to the customers SWEENEY: I'll call you I have another friend TOBY: Is that a pie fit for a king? Oh wondrous sweet and most particular thing MRS. LOVETT: Its gorgeous its gorgeous TOBY: You see maam why there is no meat pie can compete with this delectable pie MRS. LOVETT: Its perfect its gorgeous TOBY: The crust all velvety and wavy MRS. LOVETT: The crust all velvety and wavy TOBY: that glaze, those crimps MRS. LOVETT: That glaze, those crimps TOBY: and then the thick succulent gravy SWEENEY: Then down they go The cellar waits below TOBY: one whiff will make me glimpse a wonder that we surrender SWEENEY: On with, the show SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers SWEENEY: Psst! MRS. LOVETT: All set, love? SWEENEY: Hear me MRS. LOVETT: My heart's a flutter SWEENEY: When I pound the floor MRS. LOVETT: When you pound the floor SWEENEY: Its a signal to show that they're ready to go when I pound the floor MRS. LOVETT: Yes I know you told me you'd be ready to go when you pound the floor! Will you trust me? Will you trust me? SWEENEY: I just want to be sure MRS. LOVETT: I'll be waiting below for the whistle to blow SWEENEY: when I'm certain that you're in place I'll pound three times three times To warn you three times that means ENSEMBLE: Exactly more hot pies! God! More hot! right! More pies! More! Right! MRS. LOVETT: How about it dearie? be here in a twinkling just confirms my theory Toby, God watches over us sit and have an inkling Toby, throw the old woman out TOBY: (at same time as MRS. LOVETT) Is that a pie fit for a king? Oh wondrous sweet and most delectable thing you see maam why there is no meat pie ENSEMBLE: God, that's good! That is de-have-u-licious at the tasty smell such oh my god what's perfect more that pies such flavor God that's good! |
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ANTHONY:
I feel you, Johanna, I feel you. I was half convinced I'd waken, Satisfied enough to dream you. Happily I was mistaken, Johanna. I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. [dialogue] I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. Do they think that walls could hide you? Even now, I'm at your window. I am in the dark beside you, Buried sweetly in your yellow hair! I feel you, Johanna, And one day I'll steal you! Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there, Sweetly buried in your yellow hair! |
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MRS. LOVETT:
(she kisses Todd) Ooh, Mr. Todd! (kiss) I'm so happy! (kiss) I could (kiss) Eat you up, I really could! You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd? (kiss) What I dream (kiss) If the business stays as good? Where I'd really like to go, In a year or so? Don't you want to know? TODD: (spoken) Yes, yes, of course. LOVETT: Do you really want to know? TODD: (spoken) Yes, I do, I do. LOVETT: (spoken) I've always had this dream... Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich Aunt Nettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday... The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand... Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the briney! By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet, By the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd love it! You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone In a house wot we'd almost own, Down by the sea! Wouldn't that be smashing? TODD: Anything you say... LOVETT: With the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herring Wot have swum to us straight from the Straits of Bering! Ev'ry night, in the kip, when we're through our kippers, I'll be there slippin' off your slippers! By the sea, With the fishies splashing! By the sea! Wouldn't that be smashing? TODD: Anything you say, anything you say... LOVETT: I can hear us wakin,' The breakers breakin,' The seagulls squawkin,' 'Hoo, hoo!' I do me bakin,' Then I go walkin' With you-hoo! Yoo-hoo! I'll warm me bones on the esplanade, Have tea and scones with me gay young blade, Then I'll knit a sweater While you write a letter Unless we've got better to do-hoo! TODD: Anything you say... LOVETT: Think how snug it'll be underneath our flannel When it's just you and me and the English Channel! In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy, We'll have chums over ev'ry Friday! By the sea! Don'tcha love the weather? By the sea! We'll grow old together! By the seaside, Hoo, hoo! By the beautiful sea! (spoken) Oh, I can see us now, in our bathing dresses! You in a nice, rich navy, and me... stripes, perhaps. It'll be so quiet, That who'll come by it, Except a seagull Hoo, hoo! We shouldn't try it, Though, 'til it's legal for two-hoo! But a seaside wedding could be devised, Me rumpled bedding legitimized! Me eyelids'll flutter, I'll turn into butter, The moment I mutter I do-hoo! By the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippers With the odd payin' guest from the weekend trippers, Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in, Now and then, you could do the guest in! By the sea, Married nice and proper! By the sea, Bring along your chopper! To the seaside, Hoo, hoo! By the beautiful sea! |
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Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around. Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays, I'll send 'em howling, I don't care, I got ways. No one's gonna hurt you, No one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there. Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while, But in time... Nothing can harm you Not while I'm around... Being close and being clever Ain't like being true I don't need to, I would never hide a thing from you, Like some... No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare Others can desert you, Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there! Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while But in time... Nothing can harm you Not while I'm around... |
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MRS. LOVETT:
There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life. And he was beautiful... (spoken) Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker. TODD: What was his crime? LOVETT: Foolishness. He had this wife, y'see, Pretty little thing, Silly little nit, Had her chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing. Poor thing. There were these two, y'see, Wanted her like mad, One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle! Every day they'd nudge and they'd wheedle! But she wouldn't budge from her needle! Too bad, Pure thing. So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did, Leavin' 'er with nothing but grief and a year-old kid! Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing... (spoken) Johanna... That was the baby's name, pretty little Johanna. TODD: Go on. LOVETT: My, you do like a good story, don't you? Well, Beadle calls on her all polite, Poor thing, Poor thing! The judge, he tells her is all contrite, He blames himself for her dreadful plight, She must come straight to his house tonight, Poor thing, Poor thing! Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing, They're 'avin' this ball all in masks! There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing! She wanders tormented and drinks, poor thing! The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing! 'Oh, where is Judge Turpin,' she asks... 'E was there alright, Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, y'see, And everyone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, y'see, So all of them stood there and laughed, y'see! Poor soul! Poor thing! |
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