The Judge's Return

Where is she?!
Where is the girl?!

Below, Your Honor
In the care of my neighbor Mrs. Lovett
Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her
Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways!

She has?

Oh, yes, your lesson was well-learned, sir
She speaks only of you, longing for your forgiveness

And she shall have it!
She'll be here soon, you say?

I think I hear her now

Oh, excellent, my friend!

Is that a dainty footstep on the stair?

I hear nothing

Yes, isn't that a shadow on the wall?

Where?!

There!
Primping
Making herself even prettier than usual if possible

Oh, pretty women

Pretty women, yes, sir

Quickly, sir
A splash of bay rum!

Sit, sir, sit

Johanna, Johanna

Pretty women (Hurry, man)
Pretty women are a wonder (You're in a merry mood again today, barber)
Pretty women! (What we do for—)

Pretty women!
Blowing out their candles
Or combing out their hair
Even when they leave
They still are there
They're there

How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!

With fellow tastes
In women, at least

What? What's that?

The years, no doubt, have changed me, sir
But then I suppose the face of a barber
The face of a prisoner in the dark
Is not particularly memorable!

Benjamin Barker!

Benjamin Barker!

Rest now, my friend
Rest now, forever
Sleep now, the untroubled
Sleep of the angels

Tobias!

Lift your razor high, Sweeney
Hear it singing yes!
Sink it in the rosy skin of righteousness!

Die! Die, God in heaven, die!
You...? How can it be...?
Have all the demons of hell come to torment me?
Quick! To the oven!

Why did you scream, does the judge still live?

He was clutching, holding onto my skirt
But now he's finished

Leave them to me, open the doors

No—

Open the doors, I said!

No! No, don't touch her

What's the matter with you!
It's only some meddling old...



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Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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