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von Stephen Sondheim

Mr. Todd?!

No one here
Where is this Mr. Todd?

No matter, he′ll return in a moment
For I trust him as I trust my right arm
Now, you wait for him here
And I'll return with a coach less than half an hour

But they are after us still
What if they trace us here?
Oh, Anthony, please, let me come with you!

No, my darling, there′s no safety for you in the street

But dressed in these sailor's clothes
Who's to know it is I?

No, the risk is too great


Ah, miss
Look at me, look at me, miss
Oh, look at me, please
Oh, favor me, favor me with your glance
Ah, miss
Soon we′ll be, soon we′ll be gone
And sailing the seas and
Happily, happily wed in France

And we'll sail the world and see its wonders
From the pearls of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet
And then home (Back to London)
Someday

I′ll return to you before those lips have time to lose that smile

Beadle?

Someone calling the Beadle, I knew it!

Beadle, where are you?
Beadle, deer, Beadle?

Beadle-deedle-deedle-deedle-dump-ling
Beadle-deedle-deedle-deedle-deedle-deedle—

You! What are you doing here?

Ah, evil is here, sir
The stink of evil from below
From her!
Beadle, dear, Beadle?

Out of here, woman!


No, she is the devil's wife!
Oh beware of her, sir, beware her
She, with no pity in her heart

Out I say!

Hey, don′t I know you, mister...?

The judge! I have no time!