stephen sondheim – the judge’s return lyrics
judge: where is she? where is the girl?
todd: 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.
judge: she has?
todd: oh yes, your lesson was well learned, sir.
she speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness.
judge: and she shall have it. she’ll be here soon, you
say?
todd:
i think i hear her now.
judge: oh, excellent, my friend!
todd:
is that her dainty footstep on the stair?
judge: i hear nothing.
todd:
yes, isn’t that her shadow on the wall?
judge: where?
todd: there!
primping,
making herself even prettier than usual —
judge:
even prettier …
todd:
if possible.
judge:
ohhhhhhh,
pretty women!
todd:
pretty women, yes …
judge: quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!
todd: sit, sir, sit.
judge:
johanna,johanna.. .
todd:
pretty women . . .
judge: hurry, man!
todd:
pretty women
are a wonder . . .
judge: you’re in a merry mood again today, barber.
todd:
pretty women!
judge:
what we do for
todd:
pretty women! pretty women!
blowing out their candles blowing out their candles
or combing out their hair — or combing out their hair,
then they leave —
even when they leave you even when they leave,
and vanish, they somehow they still
can still remain are there,
there with you there … they’re there . ..
judge: how seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!
todd: with fellow tastes — in women, at least.
judge: what? what’s that?
todd: the years no doubt have changed me, sir.
but then, i suppose, the face of a barber — the face of
a prisoner in the
dock — is not particularly memorable.
judge:
benjamin barker!
todd:
rest now, my friend,
rest now forever.
sleep now the untroubled
sleep of the angels …
company:
lift your razor high, sweeney!
hear it singing, “yes!”
sink it in the rosy skin
of righteousness!
mrs. lovett: die! die! god in heaven — die! you! can it
be?
how all the demons of h-ll come to torment me!
todd: why did you scream? does the judge still live?
mrs. lovett: he was clutching, holding on to my skirt,
but now — he’s finished.
todd: leave them to me. open the doors.
mrs. lovett: no! don’t touch her!
todd: what is the matter with you?
it’s only some meddling old beggar – oh no, oh
god…”don’t i know you?” she said…
you knew she lived.
from the first moment that i walked into your shop you
knew my lucy lived!
mrs. lovett: i was only thinking of you!
todd:
lucy. . .
mrs. lovett: your lucy!
a crazy hag picking bones and rotten spuds out of alley
ash-cans!
would you have wanted to know that was all that was
left of her?
todd: you lied to me.
mrs. lovett:
no, no, not lied at all.
no, i never lied.
todd:
lucy…
mrs. lovett:
said she took the poison — she did —
never said that she died —
poor thing,
she lived —
todd:
i’ve come home again . . .
mrs. lovett:
but it left her weak in the head,
all she did for months was just lie there in bed —
todd:
lucy. . .
mrs. lovett:
should’ve been in hospital,
wound up in bedlam instead,
poor thing!
todd:
oh, my god . . .
mrs. lovett:
better you should think she was dead.
yes, i lied ‘cos i love you!
todd:
lucy…
mrs. lovett:
i’d be twice the wife she was!
i love you!
todd:
what have i done?…
mrs. lovett:
could that thing have cared for you
like me?
todd:
mrs. lovett,
you’re a bl–dy wonder,
eminently practical and yet
appropriate as always.
as you’ve said repeatedly,
there’s little point in dwelling on the past.
mrs. lovett:
do you mean it?
everything i did i swear
i thought
was only for the best,
believe me!
can we still be
married?
no, come here, my love ..
not a thing to fear,
my love . . .
what’s dead
is dead.
todd:
the history of the world, my pet —
mrs. lovett:
oh, mr. todd,
ooh, mr. todd,
leave it to me .. .
todd:
is learn forgiveness and try to forget.
mrs. lovett:
by the sea, mr. todd,
we’ll be comfy-cozy,
by the sea, mr. todd,
where there’s no one nosy …
todd:
and life is for the alive, my dear,
so let’s keep living it — !
both:
just keep living it,
really living it — !
todd:
there was a barber and his wife,
and she was beautiful.
a foolish barber and his wife,
she was his reason and his life.
and she was beautiful.
and she was virtuous.
and he was —
naive.
tobias:
pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker man.
bake me a cake —
no,no,
bake me a pie —
to delight my eye,
and i will sigh
if the crust be high …
mr. todd.
pat him and pr-ck him and mark him with b, and put him
in the oven for baby and me!
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