Later (Act One)

Later...
When is later?
All you ever hear is "Later, Henrik,
Henrik, later."
"Yes, we know, Henrik,
Oh, Henrik, Everyone
agrees, Henrik, Please, Henrik!"
You have a thought you're fairly
bursting with,
A personal discovery or problem, and it's:
"What's
your rush, Henrik?
Shush, Henrik!
Goodness, how you gush, Henrik!

Hush, Henrik!"
You murmur:
"I only-- It's just
that--"
"For God's sake, later, Henrik!"
"Henrik...
Who is Henrik?
Oh, that lawyer's son, the one who mumbles.
Short and
boring,
Yes, he's hardly worth ignoring,
And who cares if he's all
dammed--"
I beg your pardon--
"Up inside?"
As I've
often stated,
It's intolerable being tolerated.
"Reassure Henrik,
Poor Henrik. Henrik, you'll endure
Being pure, Henrik."
Though I've
been born, I've never been!
How can I wait around for later?
I'll be
ninety on my deathbead
And the late, or, rather, later, Henrik Egerman.

Doesn't anything begin?



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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