Stephen Sondheim - The Judge's Return lyrics

JUDGE: Where is she? Where is the girl? TODD: Below, your Honor. With 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, sir. She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness JUDGE: And she shall have it JUDGE: 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 . .. The boy My razor! You! What are you doing here? Speak! JOHANNA: Oh, dear. Er — excuse me, sir. I saw the barber's sign. So thinking to ask for a shave, I — TODD: When? When did you come in? JOHANNA: Oh, sir, I beg of you. Whatever I have seen, no man shall ever know. I swear it. Oh, sir, please, sir ... TODD: A shave, eh? At your service JOHANNA: But, sir... TODD: Whatever you may have seen, your cheeks are still as much in need of the razor as before. Sit, sir. Sit 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 Hell come to torment me! Quick! To the Oven 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 bloody wonder Eminently practical and yet Appropriate as always As you've said repeatedly There's little point in dwelling on the past TODD: 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 It's the old woman. Ya harmed her too, have ya? Ya shouldn't, ya know. Ya shouldn't harm nobody. Razor! Razor! Cut, cut, cut Cadougan, watch me grind my corn. Pat him and prick him and mark him with B, and put him in the oven for baby and me!