| 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 . . . |