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 . .

[Christine]
I must go, they'll wonder where I am
Wait for me Raoul...

[Raoul]
Christine, I love you...
(They kiss)

[Christine]
Order your fine horses
Be with them at the door!

[Raoul]
And soon you'll be beside me...

[Christine]
You'll guard me and you'll guide me...

[Phantom]
(Picks up Christine's rose)
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!
[spoken]
Christine...
Christine...
(The Phantom begins to cry)

[Christine and Raoul in the distance]
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!

[Phantom]
(Climbing the statue)
You will curse the day you did not do,
All that the phantom asked of you!

Angel Of Music

PHANTOM'S VOICE: Brava, brava, bravissima . . .

MEG:
Christine, Christine...
(Phantom: Christine...)

Where in the world
have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect!

I only wish
I knew your secret!
Who is your great 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 - 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 your glory!

MEG(to herself):
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...

MEG:
Your face, Christine, it's white...

CHRISTINE:
It frightens me...

MEG:
Don't be frightened...

Bravo Monsieur

(She turns lo RAOUL who embraces her protectively.
The PHANTOM freezes for a moment and then suddenly
seizes a pike upon which is impaled a skull. At a
movement from him a flash of fire streaks from the
gaping mouth of the skull and lands at RAOUL's feet)
PHANTOM
Bravo, monsieur!
Such spirited words!
(Another fireball)
RAOUL
More tricks, monsieur?
PHANTOM
Let's see, monsieur
how far you dare go!
(Another fireball)
RAOUL
More deception? More violence?
CHRISTINE (to RAOUL)
Raoul, no . . .
(RAOUL has begun to walk slowly and resolutely
towards the PHANTOM the fireballs always landing
just ahead of him)
PHANTOM
That's right, that's right,
monsieur
keep walking this way!
(Two more fireballs)
RAOUL
You can't win her love by making her your prisoner.
CHRISTINE
Raoul, don't . . .
RAOUL (to CHRISTINE)
Stay back!
PHANTOM
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Come on, come on,
monsieur
Don't stop, don't stop!
(Three more fireballs.
RAOUL. is almost at the PHANTOM's feet. A
confrontation is imminent when CHRISTINE
suddenly rushes across to RAOUL)
CHRISTINE
Raoul! Come back . . .
(She pulls him away)
PHANTOM
Don't go!
(As they are exiting, the PHANTOM declaims
in fury):
So be it! Now let it be war upon you both!
(At a gesture from the PHANTOM, there is a flash of
lighting and the stage erupts into flame)
BEFORE THE PREMIERE
THE OPERA HOUSE ON THE NIGHT OF THE
PREMIERE OF "DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT''
(The orchestra is tuning. A whistle soundsQthe
CHIEF FIRE OFFICER is reviewing two FIRE
MARSHALLS in tin helmets. A worklight on a
stand illuminates them. Also present are RAOUL,
ANDRE and FIRMIN, supervising the proceedings, and a
MARKSMAN, at present hidden in the pit)
CHIEF
You understand your instructions?
FIREMEN (severally)
Sir!
CHIEF
When you hear the whistle, take up your positions.
I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It is
essential that all doors are properly secured.
FIRMIN'
Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
ANDRE
Have you got a better idea?
CHIEF
Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?
RAOUL
Give the order.
(The CHIEF blows his whistle. The FIREMEN fan
out, leaving RAOUL, the CHIEF and the
MANAGERS on stage)
RAOUL (to the MARKSMAN)
You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this
box?
MARKSMAN (appearing from the pit)
Yes, sir.
RAOUL
Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if
you have to - but shoot. To kill.
MARKSMAN
How will I know, sir?
RAOUL
You'll know.
FIRMIN
Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this
will work? Will Miss Daae sing?
RAOUL
Don't worry, Firmin. Andre?
ANDRE
We're in your hands, sir.
CHIEF
My men are now in position, sir.
RAOUL
Go ahead, then.
(Sounding his whistle again, the CHIEF shouts
into the auditorium):
CHIEF
Are the doors secure?
(Exit doors are slammed all over the building, The
FIREMEN answering one by one: "Secure."'
The orchestra falls silent. Very quietly from
nowhere, we hear the VOICE of the PHANTOM)
PHANTOM'S VOICE
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
(ALL look around apprehensively. FIREMEN start to run
in the direction of the VOICE)
PHANTOM'S VOICE (from somewhere else)
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
(Again, they follow the VOICE. This happens several
times, the PHANTOM'S VOICE darting more and more
bewilderingly from place to place. Finally it is heard
from Box Five, and in the confusion the
MARKSMAN fires a shot. RAOUL rounds on the
MARKSMAN furiously)
RAOUL
Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the
times comes!
MARKSMAN
But, Monsieur le Vicomte . . .
(The PHANTOM'S VOICE cuts in, filling the
building. All look up)
PHANTOM'S VOICE
No "buts"! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is
right . . .
Seal my
fate tonight - I
hate to have to
cut the fun short
but the joke's
wearing thin . . .
Let the audience in . . .
Let my opera begin!
"DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT"
(The set of the final scene of "Don Juan
TRIUMPHANT" A huge hall with an arch. Behind the
arch, which has curtains, is a bed. A fine table, laid for
two. PASSARINO, DON JUAN'S servant, is
directing the STAFF as they make the room ready.
They are a crowd of sixteenth century ruffians and
hoydens, proud of their master's reputation as a
libertine)
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!
(SIGNOR PIANGI, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the
arch. MEG, a gypsy dancer pirouettes coquettishly for
him.He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves)
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 . . .
(DON JUAN puts on PASSARINO's cloak and goes into
the curtained alcove where the bed awaits.
Although we do not yet know it, the Punjab Lasso has
done its work, and SIGNOR PIANGI is no more. When
next we see DON JUAN, it will be the PHANTOM.
Meanwhile, we hear AMINTA (CHRISTINE) singing
happily in the distance)
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?

Chandelier Crash

Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!

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!
Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan.

Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man
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 ...
You come home! I use your voice - slam the door like crack of doom!
I shall say: "come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"

Poor thing hasn't got a chance!

Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh ...

"... no thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy!
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!"

Master?
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey ...
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 ...

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 ...?
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 ...

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime ...
Lead me, save me from my solitude ...
Say you want me with you, here beside you ...
Anywhere you go let me go too -
Christine that's all I ask of ...
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
Oh, my God ... my God ...
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!

Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!

Oh, my darling, my darling ... who has done this ...?
You! Why did you let this happen?
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
But can I trust you?
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of your eyes
But why ...?
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet.
Now Piangi.
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too late ...

Don Juan

(The set of the final scene of "Don Juan TRIUMPHANT" A huge hall with an arch.
Behind the arch, which has curtains, is a bed.
A fine table, laid for two. PASSARINO, DON JUAN'S servant,
is directing the STAFF as they make the room ready.
They are a crowd of sixteenth century ruffians and hoydens,
proud of their master's reputation as a libertine)

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!

(SIGNOR PIANGI, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch.
MEG, a gypsy dancer pirouettes coquettishly for him.
He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves)

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 . . .

(DON JUAN puts on PASSARINO's cloak
and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits.
Although we do not yet know it, the Punjab Lasso has done its work,
and SIGNOR PIANGI is no more.
When next we see DON JUAN, it will be the PHANTOM.
Meanwhile, we hear AMINTA (CHRISTINE) singing happily in the distance)

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?

DON JUAN (PHANTOM - behind the curtain)

Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .

(PASSARINO leaves. CHRISTINE (AMINTA) enters.
She takes off her cloak and sits down. Looks about her. No one.
She starts on an apple.
The PHANTOM, disguised as DON JUAN pretending to be PASSARINO,
emerges.
He now wears PASSARINO's robe, the cowl of which hides his face.
His first words startle her)

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 . . .

Down Once More / Track Down This Murderer

THE LABYRINTH UNDERGROUND
(Meanwhile, down below, we see the PHANTOM and
CHRISTINE in the boat, crossing the underground
lake)
PHANTOM (furiously propelling the boat onwards)
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!
(He rounds on her, bitterly)
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!
-----------------------------------
(He hears the offstage voices of the pursuing MOB)
MOB (offstage)
Track down this murderer!
He must be found!
PHANTOM (moving off again)
Hounded out by
everyone!
Met with hatred
everywhere!
No kind word from
anyone!
No compassion
anywhere!
Christine, Christine . . .
Why, why . . .?
(RAOUL and GIRY appear above. They make their way
down, meeting a pack of rats. GlRY screams and lowers
her guard. The rats and the RATCATCHER pass them.
GIRY raises her hand again)
GIRY
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
RAOUL
. . . at the level of your eyes . . .
MOB (offstage)
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
GIRY
He lives across the lake, monsieur. This is as far as
I dare go.
RAOUL
Madame Giry, thank you.
(She turns to go back up the slope. RAOUL looks at the
water. He removes his coat and plunges in. The MOB
appears at the top of the slope. They come
down to the lake edge, their torches flickering.)
MOB
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 . . .
(They turn back up the slope. Perhaps there is another
way in. The gate to the lair descends, as the rest of the
lair appears.)
BEYOND THE LAKE
(The dummy of CHRlSTlNE sits crumpled on a large
throne. The PHANTOM drags CHRISTINE roughly out of
the boat. She frees herself and backs away as he stares
blackly out front. Braving her terror, she addresses him
fiercely).
CHRISTINE
Have you gorged yourself
at last, in your
lust for blood?
(no reply)
Am I now to be
prey to your
lust for flesh?
PHANTOM (Coldly)
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 . . .
(He lakes the bridal veil front the dummy, and moves
slowly towards her)
This face,
which earned
a mother's fear
and loathing . . .
A mask,
my first
unfeeling scrap
of clothing . . .
(He places the veil on her head)
Pity comes
too late -
turn around
and face your fate:
an eternity of this
before your eyes!
(They are almost touching. She looks calmly and coldly
into his face)
CHRISTINE
This haunted face
holds no horror
for me now . . .
It's in your soul
that the true
distortion lies . . .
(The PHANTOM suddenly senses RAOUL'S presence.
Behind the portcullis, RAOUL climbs out of the water)
PHANTOM
Wait! I think, my dear,
we have a guest!
(to RAOUL)
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!
RAOUL (pleading, grasping the bars of the gate)
Free her!
Do what you like
only free her!
Have you no pity?
PHANTOM (to CHRISTINE, dryly)
Your lover makes
a passionate plea!
CHRISTINE
Please, Raoul, it's useless . . .
RAOUL
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion . . .
PHANTOM (snarls furiously at RAOUL)
The world showed no
compassion to me!
RAOUL
Christine . . .
Christine . . .
(to PHANTOM)
Let me see her . . .
PHANTOM (drily)
Be my guest, sir . .
(He gestures, and the fence rises. RAOUL enters)
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?
(So saying, he takes the Punjab lasso and, before RAOUL
has a chance to move, catches him by the neck. The end
of the rope, of which the PHANTOM has let go, remains
magically suspended in mid-air)
(taunting)
Order your fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
Nothing can save you now -
except perhaps Christine . . .
(He turns to her)
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!
CHRISTINE (to the PHANTOM)
The tears I might have shed
for your dark fate
grow cold, and turn to tears
of hate . . .
RAOUL (despairing)
Christine, forgive
me please forgive me . . .
I did it all
for you, and all for
nothing . . .
CHRISTINE (looking at the PHANTOM but to
herself)
Farewell
my fallen idol
and false friend . . .
One by one
I've watched
illusions shattered . . .
PHANTOM
Past all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting -
RAOUL
Either way
you choose,
he has to win . . .
PHANTOM
For either way
you choose,
you cannot win!
So, do you end
your days with me,
or do you send
him to his grave?
RAOUL (to PHANTOM)
Why make her lie
to you, to save
me?
CHRISTINE
Angel of Music . . .
PHANTOM
Past the point
of no return -
RAOUL
For pity's sake,
Christine, say no!
CHRISTINE
. . . why this torment?
PHANTOM
. . . the final threshold . . .
RAOUL
Don't throw your life
away for my sake . . .
CHRISTINE
When will you see
reason . . .?
PHANTOM
His life is now the prize
which you must earn!
RAOUL
I fought so hard
to free you . . .
CHRISTINE
Angel of Music . . .
PHANTOM
You've passed the point
of no return . . .
CHRISTINE
. . . you deceived me -
I gave my mind
blindly . . .
PHANTOM (to CHRISTINE)
You try my patience -
make your choice!
(She reflects for a moment, then with resolution moves
slowly towards the PHANTOM)
CHRISTINE (quietly at first, then with growing
emotion)
Pitiful creature
of darkness . . .
What kind of life
have you known . . .?
God give me courage
to show you
you are not
alone . . .
(Now calmly facing him, she kisses him long and full on
the lips. The embrace lasts a long time. RAOUL watches
in horror and wonder.
The PHANTOM lakes a lighted candle and holds it
above RAOUL's head. A tense moment. But the
suspended rope suddenly falls harmlessly - the
PHANTOM has burned the thread by which the noose was
held. Resigned, he addresses RAOUL, as we hear the
offstage voices of the approaching MOB)
MOB
Some:
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 . .
Others:
Who is this monster,
this murdering beast?
Revenge for Piangi!
Revenge for Buquet!
This creature
must never go free . . .
PHANTOM
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!
(RAOUL and CHRISTINE move off towards the boat.
The PHANTOM looks mockingly at his mask. The
musical box starts up magically, and he listens to it)
Masquerade . . .
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade . . .
Hide your face
so the world will
never find you . . .
(CHRISTINE re-enters and walks slowly towards him.
She takes off her ring and gives it to the PHANTOM)
PHANTOM
Christine, I love you . . .
(She hurries off The PHANTOM puts the ring on his
finger)
CHRISTINE (In the distance, to RAOUL, as the boat
pulls away in the shadow)
Say you'll share with
me, one
love, one lifetime . . .
say the word
and I will follow you . .
RAOUL
Share each day with me . . .
CHRISTINE
. . . each night . . .
BOTH
. . . each morning . . .
PHANTOM (looking after her)
You alone
can make my song take flight -
it's over now, the music of the night . . .

Hannibal

Carlotta:
This trophy
From our saviors
From our saviors
From the enslaving force
Of Rome!

Chorus:
With feasting and dancing and song
Tonight in celebration
We greet the victorious throng
Returned to bring salvation

The trumpet of carthage resound
Hear, Romans, now and tremble
Hark our step on ground
Hear the drums!
Hannibal comes!

Piangi/Hannibal:
Sad to return
To find the land we love
Threatened once more
By Roma’s far-reaching grasp

(All spoken)
Monsieur Reyer:
Gentlemen, gentlemen--

Monsieur Lefevre:
Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production on Chalumeau’s Hannibal

Monsieur Reyer:
Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing.

Monsieur Lefevre:
Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry…
… Ladies and gentlemen, please, if I could have your attention here for a moment? As most of you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these are all true…

Carlotta: (interrupting)
ah-Ha!

Lefevre: (Continued) 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. I’m sure you have read of their recent fortune in the Junk business.


ANDRE: Scrap metal, actually.

MEG:(Whispering to Christine) They must be rich.


Monsieur Firmin:
And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron,

Monsieur Andre:
The Vicomte de Chagny

CHRISTINE: It’s Raoul. Before my father died at the house by the sea…I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He called me Little Lotte.

MEG: Christine, he’s so handsome.

Raoul:
My parents and I are honored to support all the arts, especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire.

Monsieur Lefevre:
Vicomte, gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons.

Voices/Piangi:
Brava! Brava!

Monsieur Lefevre:
Signor Ubaldo Piangi

Raoul:
An honor signor. I believe I am 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

Madame Giry:
We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur

Monsieur Andre:
I see why.
Especially that little blond angel.

Madame Giry:
My daughter, Meg Giry

Monsieur Firmin:
And that exceptional beauty
No relation, I trust?

Madame Giry:
Christine Daae
Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin
Very promising
Monsieur Andre:
Daae, did you say?
No relation to the Famous Swedish Violinist?

Madame Giry:
His only child
Orphaned at 7 when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories.

Monsieur Firmin:
An orphan, you say?

(singing)
Chorus:
Hannibal’s Friends!

The trumpeting elephant sound
Hear, Romans, now and tremble
Hark to their step on the ground
Hear the drums!
Hannibal comes!

(all spoken)
Carlotta:
All day!
All they want is the dancing!

Monsieur Lefevre:
Well, the Vicomte is very excited about tonight’s gala

Carlotta:
I hope he is as excited about dancing girls as your new managers
Because I will not be singing!

Monsieur Andre:
What do we do?

Monsieur Lefevre:
Grovel
Grovel, grovel

Monsieur Firmin:
Right

Monsieur Andre:
Bella Diva

Monsieur Firmin:
Goddess of song

Monsieur Andre:
Monsieur Reyer, isn’t there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act. 3 of Hannibal?

Monsieur Firmin:
Perhaps the signora--

Carlotta:
Yes, Monsieur Reyer?

Monsieur Reyer:
If my diva commands

Carlotta:
Yes, I do

I Remember / Stranger Than You Dream It

CHRISTINE
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 . . .
(She rises and approaches the PHANTOM who does not
see her As she reaches for his mask, he turns, almost
catching her. This happens several times)
Who was that shape
in the shadows?
Whose is the face
in the mask?
(She finally succeeds in tearing the mask from his face.
The PHANTOM springs up and rounds on her furiously.
She clearly sees his face. The audience does not, as he is
standing in profile and in shadow)
PHANTOM
Damn you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon -
is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little Iying
Delilah!
You little viper!
now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you . . .
Curse you . . .
(a pause)
-----------------------------------
Stranger
than you dreamt it -
can you even
dare to look
or bear to
think of me:
this loathsome
gargoyle, who
burns in hell, 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 . . .
(He holds out his hand tor the mask, which she gives to
him. He puts it on, turning towards the audience as he
sings):
Come we must return -
those two fools
who run my theatre
will be missing you.

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
Ever dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you?
You've always known
Your heart was on it's 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.

Little Lotte

ANDRE
A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
FIRMIN
What a relief ! Not a single refund!
MME. FIRMIN
Greedy.
ANDRE
Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss
Daae!
FIRMIN (to RAOUL, indicating CHRISTINE 'S
dressing room)
Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
RAOUL
Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind. This is one visit I
should prefer to make unaccompanied.
(He takes the champagne from FIRMIN)
ANDRE
As you wish, monsieur.
(They bow and move off)
FIRMIN
They appear to have met before . . .
(RAOUL knocks at the door and enters)
RAOUL
Christine Daae, where is your scarf?
CHRISTINE
Monsieur?
RAOUL
You can't have lost it. After all the trouble I took.
I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin . . .
CHRISTINE
Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf.
Oh, Raoul. So it is you!
RAOUL
Christine.
(They embrace and laugh. She moves away and sits at her
dressing table)
RAOUL
"Little Lotte let her mind wander . . ."
CHRISTINE
You remember that, too . . .
RAOUL (continuing)
". . . Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder
of dolls . . ."
BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in)
". . . or of goblins,
of shoes . . ."
CHRISTINE
". . . or of riddles.
of frocks . . ."
RAOUL
Those picnics in the attic . . .
". . . or of chocolates . . ."
CHRISTINE
Father playing the violin . . .
RAOUL
As we read to each other
dark stories of the North . . .
CHRISTINE
"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!"
BOTH
". . . the Angel of Music sings song in my
head!"
CHRISTINE (turning in her chair to look at him)
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.
RAOUL
No doubt of it. And now we'll go to supper!
CHRISTINE
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
RAOUL
I shan't keep you up late!
CHRISTINE
No, Raoul . . .
RAOUL
You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes Little
Lotte.
(He hurries out)
CHRISTINE (calling after him)
Raoul!
(quietly picking up her hand mirror)
Things have changed, Raoul.

 Madame Giry's Tale
(The whole thing is spoken)

RAOUL

Madame Giry, wait. . .

GIRY

Please, Monsieur - I know no more than
anyone else.

RAOUL

That's not true.

GIRY (uneasily)

Please, Monsieur, don't ask, there have been too many accidents . . .

RAOUL (ironical)

Accidents?! (She moves off again. He stops her) (desperately) Please, Madame Giry, 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 traveling
fair in the city. The gypsies. I was very young, studying to be a ballerina. One of many living in the dormitories of the opera house.
(There is a flashback of when Madame Giry is still very young and at the traveling fair)

(The traveling circus)

(Young Madame Giry’s school is taking a fieldtrip to a traveling circus)

Scary woman: See the wonder from the East!

Cruel man. Come. Come. Come inside. Come and see The Devil’s Child.

(They all see Young Erik with a sack over his head, chained in a cage of straw. He is making a stuffed monkey playing the cymbals like the one on the musical box)

(All the children except for Young Madame Giry laugh at Young Erik)

Cruel man. (Beats Erik with a stick) You damn demon! (Beats) Villain! (Beats) Ne’er do-well! (Beats) Libertine! (Beats) Dangerous! (Beats) Hideous! (Beats) Monstrous! (Beats) BEAST! (Beats very hard)
(Young Erik groans in pain on the straw. Young Madame Giry looks sadly at Young Erik)
Cruel Man. Behold, Mesdames and messieurs, the Devil’s Child! (He takes the sack off Young Erik’s head, pulls the hair)

(All the kids except Young Madame Giry laugh at him)

(Erik slowly puts the sack back on. When all the children break free, the cruel man begins to count his money coins)

(Young Erik suddenly breaks free, grabs a rope and the chains he was chained too and strangles the cruel man)


(Erik grabs his stuff monkey and takes Young Madame Giry’s hand and they run out of the traveling circus)

Man: Murder!

Policeman: Which way?!
Man: That way! That way!
Policeman: He’s getting away!

(Young Madame Giry and Young Erik run all the way to a window of the Opera House)

(Young Madame Giry puts Erik in the window)

(The Opera House)
GIRY: (Narrating the story) I hid him from the world, and its cruelties.
(Young Madame Giry enters from another part of the room, Young Erik runs to her and she hides him)

Young Giry. If you stay in here, you are safe.

Young Erik. Thank you so much, young lady.

(It goes back to the real times)

GIRY: He has known nothing else of life since then except this opera house. I called him Erik. It was his playground and now his artistic domain, he’s a genius. He’s an architect and designer, he’s…composer and a…magician. A genius, Monsieur!

ROUL: But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.

Magical Lasso

BUQUET
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!
GIRY
Those who speak
of what they know
find, too late, that prudent
silence is wise.
Joseph Buquet,
hold your tongue,
keep your hand at
the level of your eyes.

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!
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!
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 . . .

Back to CHORUS

Mirror (Angel Of Music)

PHANTOM'S VOICE
Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!
CHRISTINE (spell-bound)
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen . . .
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak -
forgive me . . .
enter at last,
Master!
PHANTOM'S VOICE
Flattering child,
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!
(The figure of the PHANTOM becomes discernible
behind the mirror)
CHRISTINE (ecstatic)
Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel...
PHANTOM"S VOICE
I am your Angel ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
(CHRISTINE walks towards the glowing,
shimmering glass. Meanwhile, RAOUL has
returned. He hears the voices and is puzzled. He
tries the door It is locked)
RAOUL
Whose is that voice . . .?
Who is that in there . . .?
(Inside the room the mirror opens. Behind it, in
an inferno of white light, stands the PHANTOM.
He reaches forward and takes CHRISTINE firmly,
but not fiercely, by the wrist. His touch is cold,
and CHRISTINE gasps)
PHANTOM
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
RAOUL
Christine! Angel!

Music Of The Night

Nighttime sharpens,
Heightens each sensation.
Darkness, stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses.


Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away, from the careless light of day!
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling nights.
And listen to the music of the night.



Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dream!
Leave the thoughts of life you knew before!
close your eyes and let your spirit start to soar.
and youll live, as youve never lived before.

Softly, Deftly,
Music shall caress you.
Hear it, Feel it,
Secretly posses you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness that 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 life 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
Savor 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!

You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night...