Song | Kiss Me |
Artist | Stephen Sondheim |
Album | Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2005 Broadway Revival Cast - With New Orchestrations by Sarah Travis) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 . . . |
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 . . . |
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 . . . |