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PHANTOM: |
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Wandering child, so lost, so helpless ... |
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yearning for my guida nce ... |
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CHRISTINE: |
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Angel or father ... friend ... or Phantom ... ? |
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Who is it there, staring ... ? |
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PHANTOM: |
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Have you forgotten your Angel ... ? |
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CHRISTINE: |
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Angel ... oh, speak ... |
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What endless longings echo in this whisper ... ! |
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PHANTOM: |
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Too long you've wandered in winter ... |
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Far from my far -reaching gaze ... |
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CHRISTINE: |
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Wildly my mind beats against you ... |
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PHANTOM: |
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You resist ... |
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BOTH: |
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Yet your/the soul obeys ... |
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PHANTOM: |
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Angel of Music! You denied me, turning from true beauty ... |
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Angel of Music! Do not shun me ... Come to your strange Angel! |
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CHRISTINE: |
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Angel of Music! I denied you, turning from true beauty ... |
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Angel of Music! My protector ... Come to me, strange Angel! |
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PHANTOM: |
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I am your Angel of Music ... |
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Come to me: Angel of Music ... |
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RAOUL: |
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Leave her! |
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You have no claim on her ... Leave her! |
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Your words are wasted -- |
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Can't you see she'll never be yours? |
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Christine! Christine! |
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CHRISTINE: |
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Raoul! |
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PHANTOM: |
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Bravo, monsieur! Such spirited words! |
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RAOUL: |
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More tricks, monsieur? |
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PHANTOM: |
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Let's see, monsie ur, how far you dare go? |
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RAOUL: |
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More deception? More violence? |
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PHANTOM: |
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That's right, that's right, keep walking this way! |
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RAOUL: |
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You can't win her love by making her your prisoner. |
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PHANTOM: |
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I'm here, I'm here, monsieur: the Angel of Death! |
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Come on, come on, don't stop, don't stop! |
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CHRISTINE: |
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Raoul!! |
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PHANTOM: |
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Don't go!! |
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So be it! Now let it be war upon you both ! |
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CHIEF: |
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You understand your instructions? |
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FIREMEN: |
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Sir! |
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CHIEF: |
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When you hear the whistle, take up your positions. |
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I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. |
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It is essential that all doors are properly secured. |
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FIRMIN: |
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Are we doing the right thing, Andre? |
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ANDRE: |
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Have you got a better idea? |
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CHIEF: |
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Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order? |
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RAOUL: |
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Give the order. |
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RAOUL: |
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You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this box? |
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MARKSMAN: |
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Yes, sir. |
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RAOUL: |
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Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to - but shoot. To kill. |
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MARKSMAN: |
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How will I know, sir? |
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RAOUL: |
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You'll know. |
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FIRMIN: |
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Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing? |
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RAOUL: |
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Don't worry, Firmin. Andre? |
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ANDRE: |
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We're in your hands, sir. |
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CHIEF: |
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My men are now in position, sir. |
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RAOUL: |
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Go ahead, then. |
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CHIEF: |
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Are the doors secure? |
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The FIREMEN answering one by one: |
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"Secure."' |
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PHAN TOM'S VOICE: |
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I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . . |
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I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . . |
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RAOUL: |
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You fool, I said only when the times comes! |
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MARKSMAN: |
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But, Monsieur le Vicomte . . . |
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PHANTOM'S VOICE: |
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No "buts"! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is right. |
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Seal my fate tonight - I hate to have to cut the fun short but the joke's wearing thin |
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Let the audience in ... let my opera begin! |
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Don Juan performance |
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CHORUS: |
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Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! |
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Here the sacrificial lam b utters one despairing bleat! |
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CARLOTTA AND CHORUS: |
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Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets |
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you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets! |
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Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, |
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when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again! |
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DON JUAN: |
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Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan. |
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PASSARINO: |
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Your young guest believes I'm you - I, the master, you, the man. |
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DON JUAN: |
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When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. |
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She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! |
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Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. |
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When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine . . . |
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PASSARINO: |
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You come home! I use your voice - slam the door like crack of doom! |
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DON JUAN: |
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I shall say: "come - hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!" |
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PASSARINO: |
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Poor thing hasn't got a chance! |
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DON JUAN: |
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Here's my hat, my cloak and sword. |
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Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh... |
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AMINTA: |
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". . . no thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! |
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No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!" |
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PASSARINO: |
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Master? |
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PHANTOM: |
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Passarino - go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! |
