Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Page #2
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft,
you see,
So all of em stood there
and laughed, you see,
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
...NOOOOOO!
Would no one have mercy on her?
So it is you - Benjamin Barker.
Where's Lucy?!
Wheres my wife?!
She poisoned herself.
Arsenic from the
apothecary on the corner.
I tried to stop her but she
wouldn't listen to me.
And he's got your daughter.
He? Judge Turpin?
Adopted her like his own.
Fifteen years of sweating in a
living hell on a false charge.
I might come home
to find a loving wife and child...
Well, I can't say the years have been
particularly kind to you,
Mr. Barker, but you still-
No, not Barker. That man is dead.
It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd...
And he will have his revenge.
Come in! Nothing to
be afraid of, love.
When they came for the girl, I hid 'em.
I hid just some of 'em.
Those handles is chased
silver, ain't they?
Silver, yes...
These are my friends,
see how they glisten.
See this one shine,
how he smiles in the light.
My friend, my faithful friend.
Speak to me friend,
Whisper, I'll listen.
I know, I know-
You've been locked out of sight
all these years-
Like me, my friend.
Well, I've come home
To find you waiting.
Home,
and we're together,
and we'll do wonders,
won't we?
You there, my friend,
- I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd,
come, let me hold you.
- If you only knew, Mr. Todd.
Now, with a sigh
- Oh, Mr. Todd,
you're warm in my hand,
- My friend,
- You've come home.
- My clever friend.
- Always had a fondness for you, i did.
Rest now, my friends.
- Never you fear, Mr. Todd,
Soon I'll unfold you.
- you can move in here, Mr. Todd.
Soon you'll know splendors you
never have dreamed all your days...
will be yours.
- My lucky friends.
I'm your friend too.
- Till now your shine
- was merely silver.
Silver's good enough for me, Mr. Todd.
- Friends,
you shall drip rubies,
You'll soon drip precious rubies...
Leave me...
At last my arm is complete again.
nightingale, blackbird,
how is it you sing?
How can you jubilate,
sitting in cages,
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
beckoning, beckoning,
just beyond the bars.
How can you remain,
staring at the rain,
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?
My cage has many rooms,
damask and dark.
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more adaptive.
nightingale, blackbird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
let me sing.
Alms!... Alms!...
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