COMPANY (Variously):
The engine roared, the motor hissed,
And who could see how the road would twist?
In Sweeney's ledger the entries matched:
A beadle arrived, and a beadle dispatched
To satisfy the hungry god
Of Sweeney TODD,
ALL:
The Demon Barber of Fleet. ..
Street.
Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Sweeeeeneeeeey!

INMATES
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeneeeeeeeeeeeeey...
Sweeneysweeneysweeneysweeney. ..


LUNATICS (In three contrapuntal groups):
City on fire!
Rats in the grass
And the lunatics yelling in the streets!
It's the end of the world! Yes!
City on fire!
Hunchbacks dancing!
Stirrings in the ground
And the whirring of giant wings!
Watch out!
Look!
Blotting out the moonlight,
Thick black rain falling on the
City on fire!
City on fire!
City on fire!
(
JOHANNA:
Will we be married on Sunday?
That's what you promised,
Married on Sunday!
That was last August.. .
Kiss me!

LUNATICS:
City on fire!
Rats in the streets
And the lunatics yelling at the moon!
It's the end of the world! Yes!
City on fire!
Hunchbacks kissing!
Stirrings in the graves
And the screaming of giant winds!
Watch out! Look!
Crawling on the chimneys,
Great black crows screeching at the
City on fire!
City on fire!
City on fire!

MRS. LOVETT:
Toby!
Where are you, love?

TODD:
Toby!
Where are you, lad?

MRS. LOVETT:
Nothing's gonna harm you . . .

TODD:
Toby!

MRS. LOVETT:
Not while I'm around ...

TODD :
Toby!

MRS. LOVETT:
Where are you hiding?
Nothing's gonna harm you,
Darling . . .

TODD:
Nothing to be afraid of, boy...

MRS. LOVETT:
Not while I'm around.

TODD:
Toby...

MRS. LOVETT :
Demons are prowling everywhere
Nowadays ...

TODD:
Toby...

LUNATICS:
City on fire!
Rats in the streets
And the lunatics yelling at the moon!
It's the end of the world! Yes!

BEGGAR WOMAN:
Beadle! ... Beadle! . . .
No good hiding, I saw you!
Are you in there still,
Beadle? ... Beadle? ...
Get her, but watch it!
She's a wicked one, she'll deceive you
With her fancy gowns
And her fancy airs
And her —

Mischief! Mischief!
Devil's work!

Where are you, Beadle?
Beadle ...

LUNATICS:
City on fire!
Rats in the streets
And the lunatics yelling at the moon!
It's the end of the world! Good!
City on fire!
Hunchbacks kissing!
Stirrings in the graves
And the screaming of giant winds!
Watch out! Look!
Crawling on the chimneys,
Great black crows screeching at the
City on fire! . ..

ANTHONY: Mr. TODD?

JOHANNA: No one here. Where is this Mr. TODD?

ANTHONY:
No matter. He'll be back in a moment, for I trust him 
as I trust my right arm.
Wait for him here — I'll return with the coach in less 
than half an hour.

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

ANTHONY: No, my darling, there is no safety for you on 
the street.

JOHANNA: But dressed in these sailor's clothes, who's 
to know it is I?

ANTHONY: 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.

both:
And we'll sail the world
And see its wonders
From the pearls of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet—
ANTHONY.
And then come home to
London.

JOHANNA:
And then home.
Some day. Some day.

ANTHONY: And I'll be back before those lips have time 
to lose that smile.

BEGGAR WOMAN:
Beadle! ...
Beadle!
Where are you?
Beadle, dear!
Beadle!

JOHANNA: Someone calling the beadle! I knew it!
BEGGAR WOMAN:
Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling,
Beadle dumpling, Be-deedle dumpling . ..
And why should you weep then, my jo, my jing?
Ohh . . .
Your father's at tea with the Swedish king.
He'll bring you the moon on a silver string.
Ohh .. .
Ohh ...
Quickly to sleep then, my jo, my jing,
He'll bring you a shoe and a wedding ring.
Sing here again, home again,
Come again spring.
He'll be coming soon now
To kiss you, my jo, my jing,
Bringing you the moon
And a shoe and a wedding ring.
He'll be coming here again,
Home again . . .

TODD: You! What are you doing here?

BEGGAR WOMAN: Ah, evil is here, sir.
The stink of evil — from below — from her! Beadle dear, 
beadle!

TODD: Out of here, woman.

BEGGAR WOMAN: She's the Devil's wife! Oh, beware her, 
sir. Beware of her.
She with no pity in her heart.

TODD: Out, I say!

BEGGAR WOMAN:
Hey, don't I know you, mister?

TODD: The Judge. I have no time.

JUDGE: Where is she? Where is the girl?

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