what_the_heck013
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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 ...
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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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Not Dead Yet
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From the actual score, not including the parts where they overlap with Kiss Me, since that has a crapload of counterpoint which I cannot begin to figure out how to show lyrically on a forum without sheet music...
BEADLE:
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.
JUDGE (spoken): Perhaps if she greets me cordially upon my return I shall give her a small gift.
BEADLE:
Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord.
Have a fragile sensibility.
When a girl's emergent,
Probably it's urgent
You defer to her gentility, my lord.
Personal disorder cannot be ignored,
Given their genteel proclivities.
Meaning no offense, it happens they resents it,
Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord.
JUDGE (spoken): 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 brace, my lord,
A musk to enhance the chace, my lord,
You'll dazzle the girl until--
She bows to your ev'ry will.
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