The Judge's Return

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?

I think I hear her now.

JUDGE: Oh, excellent, my friend!

Is that her dainty footstep on the stair?

JUDGE: I hear nothing.

Yes, isn't that her shadow on the wall?

JUDGE: Where?

TODD: There!

Primping,

Making herself even prettier than usual -

Even prettier ...

If possible.

Ohhhhhhh,

Pretty women!

Pretty women, yes ...

JUDGE: Quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!

TODD: Sit, sir, sit.

JOHANNA, JOHANNA. .

Pretty women . . .

JUDGE: Hurry, man!

Pretty women

Are a wonder . . .

JUDGE: You're in a merry mood again today, barber.

Pretty women!

What we do for

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.

Benjamin Barker!

Rest now, my friend,

Rest now forever.

Sleep now the untroubled

Sleep of the angels ...

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 Hell 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!

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.

Lucy...

MRS. LOVETT:

Said she took the poison - she did -

Never said that she died -

Poor thing,

She lived -

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 -

Lucy. . .

MRS. LOVETT:

Should've been in hospital,

Wound up in Bedlam instead,

Poor thing!

Oh, my God . . .

MRS. LOVETT:

Better you should think she was dead.

Yes, I lied 'cos I love you!

Lucy...

MRS. LOVETT:

I'd be twice the wife she was!

I love you!

What have I done?...

MRS. LOVETT:

Could that thing have cared for you

Like me?

Mrs. Lovett,

You're a bloody 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.

The history of the world, my pet -

MRS. LOVETT:

Oh, Mr. Todd,

Ooh, Mr. Todd,

Leave it to me . .

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 ...

And life is for the alive, my dear,

So let's keep living it -!

Just keep living it,

Really living it -!

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.

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 prick him and mark him with B, and put him in the oven for baby and me!