Prologue
THE STAGE OF THE PARIS OPERA, 1905
(The contents of the opera house is being auctioned off.
An AUCTIONEER, PORTERS, BIDDERS,
and RAOUL, seventy now, but still bright of eye.
The action commences with a blow from the AUCTlONEER's gavel)
AUCTIONEER
(spoken) Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
(spoken) Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau.
PORTER
(spoken) Showing here.
AUCTIONEER
(spoken) Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid.
Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight.
Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny.
(spoken)
Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls
from the 1831 production of "Robert le Diable" by Meyerbeer.
Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you.
Ten francs still. Fifteen, thank you, sir Fifteen I am bid.
Going at fifteen. Your number, sir?
(spoken) 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box,
in the shape of a barrel-organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals.
This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order.
PORTER (holding it up)
(spoken) Showing here. (He sets it in motion)
AUCTIONEER
(spoken) May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid.
(The bidding continues. RAOUL. eventually buys the box for thirty francs)
(spoken) Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir.
(The box is handed across to RAOUL.
He studies it, as attention focuses on him for a moment)
RAOUL (quietly, half to himself, half to the box)
A collector's piece indeed . .
every detail exactly as she said . . .
She often spoke of you, my friend ....
Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead...
Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?
(Attention returns to the AUCTIONEER, as he resumes)
AUCTIONEER
(spoken) Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces.
Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera:
a mystery never fully explained.
We are told ladies and gentlemen,
that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.
Our workshops have restored it
and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light,
so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re- assembled.
Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of
so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?
Ouverture/Hannibal
CARLOTTA:
This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours from the enslaving force of Rome!
GIRL'S CHORUS:
With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration,
We greet the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation!
MEN'S CHORUS:
The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
ALL:
Hear the drums, Hannibal comes!
PIANGI:
Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp
REYER:
Gentlemen, gentlemen...
LEFEVRE:
Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of Chalumeau's "Hannibal".
REYER:
Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing.
LEFEVRE:
Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry, ladies and gentlemen,
Please if I could have your attention, thank you.
As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my imminent retirement.
I can now tell you that these were all true and it is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen
Who now own the Opera Populaire, Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre.
FIRMIN:
And we are deeply honoured to introduce our new patron, the Vicomte de Changy
RAOUL:
My parents and I are honoured to support all the arts especially the world renowned Opera Populaire
LEFEVRE:
Vicomte, Gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons now.
And Signor Ubaldo Piangi.
RAOUL:
An honour, Signor. I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal.
I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. My apologies, monsieur.
REYER:
Thank you, Monsieur Le Vicomte. Once more if you please, signor.
CARLOTTA:
He loves me!
GIRY:
We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets, monsieur
FIRMIN:
I see why, especially that little blonde angel.
GIRY:
My daughter, Meg Giry.
FIRMIN:
And that exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust.
GIRY:
Christine Daaé, promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.
FIRMIN:
Daaé, you say? No relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
GIRY:
His only child, orphan at 7, when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitory.
FIRMIN:
An orphan, you say!
CHORUS:
Bid welcome to Hannibal's guests, the elephants of Carthage!
As guides on our conquering quests, Dido sends Hannibal's friends!
CHORUS WITH CARLOTTA AND PIANGI:
The trumpeting elephants sound, hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to their step on the ground, hear the drums! Hannibal comes!
ANDRE:
Mosieur Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act Three of "Hannibal"?
Perhaps if Signora...
CARLOTTA:
Yes...Yes...Monsieur Reyer?
REYER:
If my diva commands.
CARLOTTA:
Yes I do.
Think Of Me
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
FIRMIN
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
ANDRE
Don't fret, Firmin.
CHRISTINE
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me
(Transformation to the Gala. CHRISTINE is
revealed in full costume)
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember
stop and think
of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you . .
(Applause, bravos. Prominent among the bravos, those
of the young RAOUL in the MANAGERS' box)
RAOUL
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
(he raises his opera-glasses)
What a change!
You're really
not a bit
the gawkish girl
that once you were...
(lowering his opera-glasses)
She may
not remember
me, but
I remember
her...
CHRISTINE
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes
you will think of me!
Angel Of Music
Meg:
Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really you were perfect.
I only wish I knew your secret,
Who is this new tutor?
Christine:
Father once spoke of an angel,
I used to dream he'd appear,
Now as I sing I can sense him,
And I know he's here.
Here in this room he calls me softly,
Somewhere inside...hiding.
Somehow I know, he's always with me,
he's the unseen genius.
Meg:
Christine you must have been dreaming,
Stories like this can't come true
Christine you're talking in riddles,
And it's not like you!
Christine:
Angel of music,
Guide and Guardian,
Grant to me you glory!
Meg:
Who is this Angel?
This...
Both:
Angel of music,
Hide no longer,
secret and strange angel
Christine:
He's with me even now
Meg:
Your hands are cold
Christine:
All around me
Meg:
Your face, Christine, it's white
Christine:
It frightens me
Meg:
Don't be frightened
Little Lotte
A tour de force! No other way to descibe it!
What a relief! Not a single refund!
Greedy.
Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daae!
Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind.
This is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
As you wish, monsieur.
They appear to have met before ...
Christine Daae, where is your scarf?
Monsieur?
You can't have lose it. After all the trouble I took.
I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin ...
Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.
Oh, Raoul, So it is you!
Christine.
'Little Lotte let her mind wander ...'
You remember that, too ...
'... Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dools ...' )
'... or of goblins, of shoes ...'
'... or of riddles, of frocks ...'
Those picnics in the attic ...
'... or of chocolates ...'
Father playing the violin ...
As we read to each other dark stories of the North ...
'No - what I love best, Lotte said,
is when I'm asleep in my bed,
and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
'... The Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
Father said,
'When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you'.
Well, father is dead,
Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
No doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper!
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
I shan't keep you up late!
No, Raoul ...
You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes - Little Lotte.
Raoul!
The Mirror
Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!
Angel! I hear you!
Speak - I listen ... stay by my side, guide me!
Angel, my soul was
weak - forgive me ... enter at last, Master!
Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face in the mirror -
I am there inside!
Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your Glory!
Angel of Music! Hide no looger!
Come to me, strange
Angel ...
I am your Angel ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Whose is that voice ...?
Who is that in there ...?
I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Christine! Angel!
The Phantom Of The Opera
Christine:
In sleep he sang to me,In dreams he came,
That voice which calls to me,And speaks my name.
And do I dream again? For now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera is there-Inside my mind.
Phantom:
Sing once again with me, our strange duet,
My power over you, grows stronger yet.
And though you turn from me, to glance behind.
The Phantom of the Opera is there -inside your mind.
Christine:
Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.
Phantom:
It's me they hear.
Both:
You're/my spirit and my/you're voice in one combined.
The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind.
(in the background)
He's there,the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Phantom:
In all your fantasies,you always knew that man and mystery . . .
Christine:
...Were both in you.
BOTH
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind . . .
Phantom:
Sing, my Angel of Music!
CHRISTINE
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera...
(She then begins to vocalise strangely until they reach the shore of the lake...)
Music Of The Night
PHANTOM:
Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night . . .
Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me . . .
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . .
Magical Lasso
Like yellow parchment is his skin ...
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew ...
You must be always on your guard,
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
Those who speak of what they know find,
Too late, that prudent silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue -
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes ...
I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It
I remember there was mist ...
swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake ...
There were candles all around,
and on the lake there was a boat,
and in the boat there was a man ...
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?
D*** you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little viper - now you cannot ever be free!
D*** you ...
Curse you ...
Stranger than you dreamt it -
can you even dare to look or bear to
think of me:
this loathsome gargoyle, who
burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven,
secretly ...
secretly ...
But, Christine ...
Fear can
Turn to love - you'll learn to see,
to find the man behind the monster: this ...
repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty,
secretly ...
secretly ...
Oh, Christine ...
Come we must return -
those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.
Notes/Prima Donna
Mystery after gala night,"
if says, "Mystery of soprano's flight!"
"Mystified baffled Surete say,
we are mystified - we suspect foul play!"
Bad news on soprano scene - first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold gossip's worth its weight in gold ...
What a way to run a business!
Spare me these unending trials!
Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel -
It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!
D***able!
Will they all walk out?
This is d***able!
Andre, please don't shout ...
It's publicity!
And the take is vast!
Free publicity!
But we have no cast ...
But Andre, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one too ..."Dear Andre what a charming gala!
Christine enjoyed a great success!
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left - otherwise
the chorus was entrancing, but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by return of post Q P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain!
These are both signed "O.G." ...
Who the h*** is he?
Opera ghost!
It's really not amusing
He's abusing our position!
In addition he wants money
He's a funny sort of spectre ...
... to expect a large retainer!
Nothing plainer - he is clearly quite insane!
Where is she?
You mean Carlotta?
I mean Miss Daae - where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want an answer -
I take it that you sent me this note?
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not!
Don't look at us!
She's not with you, then?
Of course not!
We're in the dark ...
Monsieur, don't argue -
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote? Written !
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel of Music has her under his wing.
Make no attempt to see her again."
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome back!
Your precious patron - where is he?
What is it now?
I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent!
And did you send it?
Of course not!
As if he would!
You didn't send it?
Of course not!
What's going on ...?
You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent ? !
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.
Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight.
Be prepared for a great misfortune, should you attempt to take her place."
Far too many notes for my taste - and most of them about Christine!
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name ...
Miss Daae has returned
I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned.
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best that she went home ...She needed rest
May I see her?
No, monsieur, she will see no-one.
Will she sing?
Will she sing?
Here, I have a note ...
Let me see it!
Please!
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature,
detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one last chance . . ."
Christine Daae has returned to you,
and I am anxious her career should progress.
In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess.
The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is silent -
which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five,
which will be kept empty for me.
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
"I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G."
Christine!
Whatever next ...?
It's all a ploy to help Christine!
This is insane ...
I know who sent this:The Vicomte - her lover!
Indeed? Can you believe this?
Signora!
O traditori!This is a joke!
This changes nothing!
O mentitori!
Signora!
You are our star!
And always will be!
Signora ...
The man is mad!
We don't take orders!
Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy - the silent role ...
Carlotta will be playing the lead!
It's useless trying to appease me!
You're only saying this to please me!
Signori, e vero?
Non, non, non voglio udire !
Lasciatemi morire!
O padre mio!
Dio!
Who scorn his word, beware to those ...
You have reviled me!
The angel sees, the angel knows ...Why did Christine fly from my arms ...?
You have rebuked me!
Signora, pardon us ...
You have replaced me!
Please, Signora, we beseech you ...
This hour shall see your darkest fears ...
I must see her ...
Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!
The angel knows, the angel hears ...
Where did she go ...?
Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!
Signora, sing for us!
Don't be a martyr ...What new surprises lie in store ...?
Our star ...!
Non vo' cantar!
Your public needs you!We need you, too!
Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?
Signora, no! the world wants you! Prima donna first lady of the stage!
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you !
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you!
Prima donna, enchant us once again!
Think of your muse ...And of the queues round the theatre!
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, prima donna, once more!
Christine spoke of an angel ...
Prima donna your song shall live again
You took a snub but there's a public who needs you!
She has heard the voice of the angel of music
Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!
Think of their cry of undying support !
Is this her angel of music ...?
We get our opera She gets her limelight!
Follow where the limelight
leads you!
Is this ghost an angel or a madman ...?
Angel or madman ...?
Leading ladies are a trial!
Heaven help you, those who doubt ...
You'll sing again, and to unending ovation!
Orders! Warnings!
Lunatic demands!
This miscasting will invite damnation ...Tears ... oaths ...
Iunatic demands are regular occurrences!
Bliss or damnation?
Which has claimed her ...?
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!
Sing, prima donna, once more!
Oh fools, to have flouted his warningsSurely, for her sake ...
Surely he'll strike back ...Surely there'll be further scenes - worse than this!
Think, before these demands are rejected!
... I must see these demands are rejected!
... if his threats and demands are rejected
Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl,
who's gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love's duet!
Although he may demur, he must have been with her!
Christine must be protected!
fortunata!
Non ancor abbandonata!
You'd never get away with all this in a play,
but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!
His game is overThis is a game you cannot hope to win!
And in Box Five a new game will begin ...For, if his curse is on this opera ...
But if his curse is on this opera ...
Prima donna the world is at your feet!
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!
The stress that falls upon a famous prima donna!
Terrible diseases, coughs and colds and sneezes!
Still, the dryest throat will reach the highest note, in search of perfect opera!
... then I fear the outcome ...
Christine plays the Pageboy, Carlotta plays the Countess ...
... should you dare to ...... when you once again ...
Light up the stage with that age old rapport!
Sing, prima donna, once more!
So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met,
a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!
Once more!
Poor Fool He Makes Me Laugh/Il Muto
They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame!
His Lordship, sure, would die of shock
His Lordship is a laughing-stock!
Should he suspect her, God protect her!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
This faithless lady's bound for HADES!
Shame! Shame!! Shame!
Serafimo - your disguise is perfect.
Who can this be?
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband.
My love - I am called to England on affairs of State,
And must leave you with your new maid.
Though I'd happily take the maid with me.
The old fool's leaving!
Serafimo - away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Haha, Haha...
Time I tried to get a better better half!
Poor fool, he doesn't know!
Hoho, Hoho...
If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go!
Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera ...
It's him
Your part is silent, little toad!
A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad ...
Serafimo, away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my ...
Poor fool, he makes me laugh -
Hahahahaha!
Croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize, the performance will continue in ten minutes' time ...
... when the role of the Countess will be played by Miss Christine Daae.
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera.
Are you alright?
Raoul, we're not safe here
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Do not panic.
It was an accident ... simply an accident
Why Have You Brought Me Here?/Raoul I've Been There
Raoul:
Why have you brought me here?
Christine:
Can’t go back there!
Raoul:
We must return!
Christine:
He'll kill you!
His eyes will find us there!
Raoul:
Christine, don't say that . . .
Christine:
Those eyes that burn!
Raoul:
Don't even think it . . .
Christine:
And if he has to kill
a thousand men -
Raoul:
Forget this waking nightmare . . .
Chrisitne:
The Phantom of the Opera will kill . . .
Raoul:
This phantom is a fable . . .
Believe me . . .
Christine:
. . . and kill again!
Raoul:
There is no Phantom of the Opera . . .
Christine:
My God, who is this man . . .
Raoul:
My God, who is this man . . .
Christine:
. . . who hunts to kill . . .?
Raoul:
. . . this mask of death . . .?
Christine:
I can't escape from him . . .
Raoul:
Whose is this voice you hear . . .
Christine:
. . .I never will!
Raoul:
. . . with every breath . . .?
Both:
And in this
labyrinth,
where night is blind
the Phantom of the Opera
is here:
inside your/my mind . . .
Raoul:
There is no Phantom of the Opera . . .
Christine:
Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of
unending night . . .
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness . . .
darkness . . .
Raoul, I've seen him!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that face?
So distorted,
deformed, it
was hardly a face,
in that darkness . . .
darkness . . .
But his voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound . . .
In that night
there was music
in my mind . . .
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before . . .
Raoul:
What you heard
was a dream
and nothing more . . .
Christine:
Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world . . .
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore . . .
Raoul:
Christine . . .
Christine. . .
Phantom:
Christine . . .
All I Ask Of You
RAOUL
No more talk
of darkness,
Forget these
wide-eyed fears.
I'm here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.
Let me be
your freedom,
let daylight
dry -your tears.
I'm here,
with you, beside you,
to guard you
and to guide you . . .
CHRISTINE
Say you love me
every
waking moment,
turn my head
with talk of summertime . . .
Say you need me
with you,
now and always . . .
promise me that all
you say is true -
that's all I ask
of you . . .
RAOUL
Let me be
your shelter,
let me
be your light.
You're safe:
No-one will find you
your fears are
far behind you . . .
CHRISTINE
All I want
is freedom,
a world with
no more night . . .
and you
always beside me
to hold me
and to hide me . . .
RAOUL
Then say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Iet me lead you
from your solitude . . .
Say you need me
with you
here, beside you . . .
anywhere you go,
let me go too -
Christine,
that's all I ask
of you . . .
CHRISTINE
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
say the word
and I will follow you . . .
BOTH
Share each day with
me, each
night, each morning . . .
CHRISTINE
Say you love me . . .
RAOUL
You know I do . . .
BOTH
Love me -
that's all I ask
of you . . .
(They kiss)
Anywhere you go
let me go too . . .
Love me -
that's all I ask
of you . . .
Reprise
PHANTOM:
I gave you my music . . .
made your song take wing . . .
and now, how you've
repaid me:
denied me
and betrayed me . . .
He was bound to love you
when he heard you sing . . .
Christine ...
Christine ...
You will regret the day you did not do
All the Phantom asked of you
END OF ACT 1
Masquerade
ANDRE
M'sieur Firmin?
FIRMIN
M'sieur Andre?
(Each raises his mask to the other. They recognise each
other.)
FIRMIN
Dear Andre
what a splendid party!
ANDRE
The prologue
to a bright new year!
FIRMIN
Quite a night!
I'm impressed!
FIRMIN
Well, one does
one's best . . .
ANDRE/FIRMIN (raising their glasses)
Here's to us!
FIRMIN
I must say, all the same, that
it's a shame that 'Phantom'
fellow isn't here!
(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the
opera house. The opera ball begins. Among the
GUESTS are four carrying strange percussion
instruments: a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier
with a drum, a triangle, bells. Together they play
weirdly throughout)
CHORUS
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade!
Look around -
there's another
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned
in the light . . .
in the sound . . .
RAOUL/CHRISTINE
But who can name the face . . .?
ALL
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds . . .
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads . . .
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies . . .
Masquerade!
You can fool
any friend who
ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs,
peering eyes . . .
Masquerade!
Run and hide -
but a face will
still pursue you!
(The ENSEMBLE activity becomes background, as
ANDRE, FIRMIN, MEG, GIRY, PIANGI and CARLOTTA
come to the fore, glasses in hand)
GIRY
What a night
MEG
What a crowd!
ANDRE
Makes you glad!
FIRMIN
Makes you proud!
All the creme
de la creme!
CARLOTTA
Watching us watching them!
MEG/GlRY
And all our fears
are in the past!
ANDRE
Six months...
PIANGI
Of relief!
CARLOTTA
Of delight!
ANDRE/FIRMIN
Of Elysian peace!
MEG/GIRY
And we can breathe at last!
CARLOTTA
No more notes!
PIANGI
No more ghost!
GIRY
Here's a health!
ANDRE
Here's a toast:
to a prosperous year!
FIRMIN
To the new chandelier!
PIANGI/CARLOTTA
And may its
splendour never fade!
FIRMIN
Six months!
GIRY
What a joy!
MEG
What a change!
FIRMIN/ANDRE
What a blessed release!
ANDRE
And what a masquerade!
(They clink glasses and move off RAOUL and
CHRISTINE emerge. She is admiring a new acquisition:
an engagement ring from RAOUL, which she has
attached to a gold chain around her neck.)
CHRISTINE
Think of it!
A secret engagement!
Look - your future bride!
Just think of it!
RAOUL
But why is it secret?
What have we to hide?
CHRISTINE
Please, let's not fight . . .
RAOUL
Christine, you're free!
CHRISTINE
Wait till the time is right . . .
RAOUL
When will that be?
It's an engagement,
not a crime!
Christine,
What are you
afraid of?
CHRISTINE
Let's not argue . . .
RAOUL
Let's not argue . . .
CHRISTINE
Please pretend . . .
RAOUL
I can only hope I'll . . .
CHRISTINE
You will . . .
BOTH
. . . understand
in time . . .
(Dance section, in which CHRISTINE, almost
coquettish almost jittery, goes from man to man. But too
many of her partners seem to be replicas of the
PHANTOM, and each spins her with increasing force.
Eventually RAOUL rescues her and holds her tightly. He
whirls her back into the dance, as the music heads
towards its climax.)
ALL
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade!
Masquerade!
Look around -
There's another
mask behind you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads . . .
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds . . .
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you
Why So Silent...?
PHANTOM
Why so silent, good messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs?
I have written you an opera!
(He takes from under his robe an enormous bound
manuscript)
Here I bring the finished score -
"Don Juan Triumphant" !
(He throws it to ANDRE)
I advise you
to comply -
my instructions
should be clear -
Remember
there are worse things
than a shattered chandelier . . .Fondest greetings
to you all !
A few instructions
just before
rehearsal starts:
Carlotta must be
taught to act not her normal trick
of strutting round the stage.
Our Don Juan must
lose some weight -
it's not healthy in
a man of Piangi's age.
And my managers
must learn
that their place is in
an office, not the arts.
As for Miss Christine Daae . . .
No doubt she'll
do her best - it's
true her voice is
good. She knows, though,
should she wish to excel
she has much still
to learn, if pride will
let her
return to me, her
teacher,
her teacher. . .
(CHRISTlNE, mesmerized, approaches as the
PHANTOM beckons her. He reaches out, grasps the
chain that holds the secret engagement ring, and rips it
from her throat)
Your chains are still mine -
you will sing for me!
(ALL cower in suspense as the music crescendos, until
suddenly, his figure evaporates)
BACKSTAGE
(GIRY is hurrying across. RAOUL appears and calls
after her)
RAOUL
Madame Giry. Madame Giry . . .
GIRY
Monsieur, don't ask me - I know no more than
anyone else.
(She moves off again. He stops her)
RAOUL
That's not true. You've seen something, haven't
you ?
GIRY (uneasily)
I don't know what I've seen . . . Please don't ask me,
monsieur . . .
RAOUL (desperately)
Madame, for all our sakes . . .
GIRY (She has glanced nervously about her and
suddenly deciding to trust him, cuts in):
Very well. It was years ago. There was a travelling
fair in the city. Tumblers, conjurors, human
oddities . . .
RAOUL
Go on . . .
GIRY (trance-like, as she retraces the past)
And there was . . . I shall never forget him: a man . .
Iocked in a cage . . .
RAOUL
In a cage . . ?
GIRY
A prodigy, monsieur! Scholar, architect, musician .
RAOUL (piecing together the jigsaw)
A composer . . .
GIRY
And an inventor too, monsieur. They boasted he
had once built for the Shah of Persia, a maze of
mirrors . . .
RAOUL (mystified and impatient, cuts in)
Who was this man . . .?
GIRY (with a shudder)
A freak of nature . . .
more monster
than man . . .
RAOUL (a murmur)
Deformed . . .?
GIRY
From birth, it seemed . . .
RAOUL
My God . . .
GIRY
And then . . . he went missing. He escaped.
RAOUL
Go on.
GIRY
They never found him
it was said he
had died . . .
RAOUL (darkly)
But he didn't die, did he?
GIRY
The world forgot him,
but I never can . . .
For in this darkness
I have seen him again . . .
RAOUL
And so our
Phantom's this man . . .
GIRY (starts from her daze and turns to go)
I have said too much, monsieur.
(She moves off into the surrounding blackness)
And there have been too many accidents . . .
RAOUL (ironical)
Accidents?!
GIRY
Too many . . .
(And, before he can question her further, she has
disappeared)
RAOUL (running after her)
Madame Giry . . .
The Road To The Cemetery
CHRISTINE
In sleep
he sang to me,
in dreams
he came . . .
that voice
which calls to me
and speaks
my name . . .
Little Lotte
thought of everything and nothing . . .
Her Father promised her
that he would send her the Angel of Music . . .
Her father promised her . . .
Her father promised her . . .
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
CHRISTINE
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.
Wandering Child
PHANTOM (very soft and enticing)
Wandering child . . .
so lost . . .
so helpless . . .
yearning for my
guidance . . .
(Bewildered, CHRISTINE looks up, and murmurs
breathlessly):
CHRISTINE
Angel . . . or father . . .
friend . . . or
Phantom . . . ?
Who is it there,
staring . . . ?
PHANTOM (more and more hypnotic)
Have you
forgotten your Angel . . .?
CHRISTINE
Angel . . . oh, speak . . .
What endless
longings
echo in this
whisper . . .!
PHANTOM (now drawing CHRISTINE towards him)
Too long you've wandered
in winter . . .
PHANTOM
Far from my
far-reaching gaze . . .
CHRISTINE (increasingly mesmerized)
Wildly my mind
beats against you . . .
PHANTOM
You resist . . .
PHANTOM/CHRISTINE
Yet your/the soul
obeys . . .
PHANTOM
Angel of Music!
You denied me,
turning from true beauty . . .
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me . . .
Come to your strange
Angel . . .
CHRISTINE
Angel of Music!
I denied you,
turning from true beauty . . .
Angel of Music!
My protector . . .
Come to me, strange
Angel . . .
(CHRISTINE moves towards the figure of the
PHANTOM)
PHANTOM (beckoning her)
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
RAOUL
No Christine! Wait! Wait!
Whatever you may believe, this man . . .
this thing . . . is not your father!
We Have All Been Blind
Raoul:
We have all been blind and yet the answer is staring us in the face.
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend.
Firmin and Andre:
We're listening. Go on.
Raoul:
We shall play his game, perform his work, but remember we hold the ace.
For if Ms. Daae sings, he is certain to attend.
Firmin/Andre:
We are certain the doors are barred.
We are certain the police are there.
Raoul:
We are certain they're armed.
Firmin/Andre/Raoul:
The curtain falls, his reign will end.
Christine (speaking):
Raoul I'm frightened. Don't make me do this. It scares me.
Don't put me through this ordeal by fire.
He'll take me. I know. We'll be parted forever. He won't let me go.
What I once used to dream, I now dread. If he finds me it won't ever end.
(singing)
And he'll always be there singing songs in my head.
He'll always be there singing songs in my head.
Raoul:
You said yourself he was nothing but a man,
yet while he lives he will haunt us 'til we're dead.
Twisted Every Way
Christine:
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice?
He kills without a thought. He murders all that's good.
I know I can't refuse, and yet I wish I could.
Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me, in this, the Phantom's opera?
Raoul:
Christine, Christine don't think that I don't care,
but every hope, and every prayer rests on you now.
Phantom:
Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short.
But the jokes wearing thin, let the audience in, let my opera begin.
Don Juan
CHORUS
Here the sire may serve the dam,
here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
utters one despairing bleat!
CARLOTTA AND CHORUS
Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when
tables, plans and maids are laid,
Don Juan triumphs once again!
DON JUAN
Passarino, faithful friend,
once again recite the plan.
PASSARINO
Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man.
DON JUAN
When you met you wore my cloak,
with my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me,
in her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff,
stealing what, in truth, is mine.
When it's late and modesty
starts to mellow, with the wine . . .
PASSARINO
You come home! I use your voice -
slam the door like crack of doom!
DON JUAN
I shall say: "come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"
PASSARINO
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
DON JUAN
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured,
if I do not forget myself and laugh . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE - offstage, entering)
". . . no thoughts
within her head,
but thoughts of joy!
No dreams
within her heart
but dreams of love!"
PASSARINO (onstage)
Master?
The Point Of No Return
DON JUAN (PHANTOM - behind the curtain)
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .
DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at
an end . . .
Past all thought
of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . .
PHANTOM
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me
from my solitude . . .
(He takes from his finger a ring and holds it out to her.
Slowly she takes it and puts it on her finger.)
Say you want me
with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of . . .
(CHRISTINE reveals the PHANTOM's face to the audience; the PHANTOM cuts off the chandelier, jumps into the stage with CHRISTINE, and they vanished)
CARLOTTA
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
ANDRE
Oh, my God . . . my God . . .
FIRMIN
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
GIRY (to RAOUL)
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
CARLOTTA (rushing over to PIANGI's body)
Oh, my darling, my darling . . . who has done
this ...?
(Hysterical, attacking ANDRE)
You! Why did you let this happen?
(She breaks down, as PIANGI's body is carried off on a stretcher)
GIRY
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
RAOUL
But can I trust you?
GIRY
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of
your eyes!
RAOUL
But why . . .?
GIRY
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi.
MEG (holding up her hand)
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
GIRY
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
(To RAOUL)
Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too
late . . .
Down Once More/Track Down This Murderer
Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair!
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
Track down this murderer!
He must be found!
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine, Christine ...
Why, why ...?
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
... at the level of your eyes ...
He lives across the lake, monsieur. This is as far as
I dare go.
Madame Giry, thank you.Track down this murderer -
He must be found!
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground!
Too long he's preyed on us - but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below ...
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera ...
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your
lust for flesh?
That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me
the joys of the flesh ...
this face - the infection
which poisons our love ...
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing ...
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing ...
Pity comes too late - turn around
and face your fate: an eternity of this before your eyes!
This haunted face holds no horror for me now ...
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies ...
Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest!
Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight!
I had rather hoped that you would come.
And now my wish comes true - you have truly made my night!
Free her!
Do what you like only free her!
Have you no pity?
Your lover makes a passionate plea!
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion ...
The world showed no compassion to me!
Christine ...
Christine ...Let me see her ...
Be my guest, sir ...
Monsieur, I bid you welcome!
Did you think that
I would harm her?
Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?
Order your fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
Nothing can save you now - except perhaps Christine ...
Start a new life with me -
Buy his freedom with your love!
Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death!
This is the choice -
This is the point of no return!
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold, and turn to tears of hate ...
Christine, forgive me please forgive me ...
I did it all for you, and all for nothing ...
Farewell my fallen idol and false friend ...
One by one
I've watched illusions shattered ...
Past all hope of cries for help: no point in fighting Either way
you choose, he has to win ...
For either way you choose, you cannot win!
So, do you end your days with me,
or do you send him to his grave?
Why make her lie to you, to save me?
Angel of Music ...
Past the point of no return -
For pity's sake,
Christine, say no!
... why this torment?
... the final threshold ...Don't throw your life away for my sake ...
When will you see reason ...?
His life is now the prize which you must earn!I fought so hard to free you ...
Angel of Music ...You've passed the point of no return ...
... you deceived me -
I gave my mind blindly ...
You try my patience - make your choice!
Pitiful creature of darkness ...
What kind of life have you known ...?
God give me courage to show you you are not alone ...
Track down this murderer - he must be found!
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground!
Too long he's preyed on us - but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below ...
Who is this monster, this murdering beast?
Revenge for Piangi!
Revenge for Buquet!
This creature must never go free ...
Take her - forget me - forget all of this ...
Leave me alone - forget all you've seen ...
Go now - don't let them find you!
Take the boat - leave me here - go now, don't wait ...
Just take her and go - before it's too late ...
Go ...
Go now - go now and leave me!
Masquerade ...
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade ...
Hide your face so the world will never find you ...
Christine, I love you ...
Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime ...
say the word and I will follow you ...
Share each day with me ...
... each night ...
... each morning ...
You alone can make my song take flight -
it's over now, the music of the night ...
END OF ACT 2
Learn To Be Lonely
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you
Comfort and care for you
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You’ve always known your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to Be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived life can be loved alone. . .
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
