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Phantom of the Opera L I B R E T T O Prologue-The Stage of the Paris Opera, 1911 AUCTIONEER: Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you. Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this houses production of Hannibal by Chalumeau. PORTER: Showing here. AUCTIONEER: Do I have ten francs? Five then. Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls from the 1831 production of Robert le Diable by Meyerbeer. T en francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten francs still. Fifteen, thank you, sir Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your number, sir? 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order. PORTER: Showing here. AUCTIONEER: May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid. Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir. RAOUL: A collectors piece indeed . . . every detail exactly as she said . . . She often spoke of you, my friend .Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead. Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead? AUCTIONEER: Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts of it for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of how it may look when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen? HannibalHannibal ARLOTTA: This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours! From the enslaving force of Rome! GIRLS CHORUS: With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation! MENS CHORUS: The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on the ground! ALL: Hear the drums - Hannibal comes! PIANGI: Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Romas far-reaching grasp, REYER: Signor . . . if you please: Rome. We say Rome not Roma PIANGI: Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me.LEFEVRE: This way, gentlemen, this way. Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of Chalumeaus Hannibal. Ladies and gentlemen, some of you may already, perhaps, have met M. Andre and M. Firmin . REYER: Im sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing. If you wouldnt mind waiting a moment? LEFEVRE: My apologies, M. Reyer. Proceed, proceed . REYER: Thank you, monsieur. Sad to return. Signor . LEFEVRE: M. Reyer, our chief repetiteur. Rather a tyrant, Im afraid. PIANGI: Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Romes far-reaching grasp. Tomorrow, we shall break the chains of Rome. Tonight, rejoice - your army has come home. LEFEVRE: Signor Piangi, our principal tenor. He does play so opposite La Carlotta. GIRY: Gentlemen, please! If you would kindly move to one side? LEFEVRE: My apologies, Mme. Giry. Mme. Giry, our ballet mistress. I dont mind confessing, M. Firmin, I shant be sorry to be rid of the whole blessed business. FIRMIN: I keep asking you, monsieur, why exactly are you retiring? LEFEVRE: We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets. ANDRE: Whos that girl, Lefevre? LEFEVRE: Her? Meg Giry, Madame Girys daughter. Promising dancer, M. Andre, most promising. GIRY: You! Christine Daa? Concentrate, girl! MEG: Christine . . . Whats the matter? FIRMIN: Daa? Curious name LEFEVRE: Swedish. ANDRE: Any relation to the violinist? LEFEVRE; His daughter, I believe. Always has her head in the clouds, Im afraid. CHORUS: Bid welcome to Hannibals guests -the elephants of Carthage! As guides on our conquering quests, Dido sends Hannibals friends! CARLOTTA: Once more to my welcoming arms my love returns in splendour! PIANGI: Once more to those sweetest of charms my heart and soul surrender! CHORUS: The trumpeting elephants sound - hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to their step on the ground - hear the drums! Hannibal drums! LEFEVRE: Ladies and gentlemen - Madame Giry, thank you - may I have your attention, please? As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my Imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these were all true and it is my pleasure to introduce to you the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M. Richard Firmin and M. Gilles Andre. Gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons now. ANDRE: Of course, of course. I have experienced all your greatest roles, Signora. LEFEVRE: And Signor Ubaldo Piangi. FIRMIN: An honour, Signor.ANDRE: If I remember rightly, Elissa has a rather fine aria in Act Three of Hannibal. I wonder, Signora, if, as a personal favour, you would oblige us with a private rendition? Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects . . . CARLOTTA: My manager commands . . . M. Reyer? REYER: My diva commands. Will two bars be sufficient introduction? FIRMIN: Two bars will be quite sufficient REYER: Signora? CARLOTTA: Maestro. CARLOTTA: Think of me, think of me fondly when weve said goodbye . Remember me, Every so often, Please promise me youll try . On that day, that not so distant day, when you are far away and free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me . Think of me, think of me. CHORUS: The Phantom of the Opera! Hes with us, hes a ghost . Hes here! The Phantom of the Opera!LEFEVRE: Signora!Areyouallright?Buquet!WhereisBuquet?Getthatmandown here!Chiefoftheflies.Hesresponsibleforthis. Buquet!ForGodssake,man,whatsgoingonupthere? BUQUET: Pleasemonsieurdontlookatme: asGodsmywitness,Iwasnotatmypost. Pleasemonsieur,theresnoonethere: andifthereis,wellthen,itmustbeaghost. MEG: Hesthere;thePhantomoftheOpera. ANDRE: Goodheavens!Willyoushowalittlecourtesy? FIRMIN: Mademoiselle,please. ANDRE: Thesethingsdohappen! CARLOTTA: Si!Thesethingsdohappen!Well,untilyoustopthesethings happening,thisthingdoesnothappen! Ubaldo!Andiamo! PIANGI: Amateurs! LEFEVRE: Idontthinktheresmuchmoretoassistyou,gentlemen.Goodluck. Ifyouneedme,IshallbeinFrankfurt. ANDRE: LaCarlottawillbeback. GIRY: Youthinkso,messieurs?Ihaveamessage,sir,fromtheOperaGhost. FIRMIN: GodinHeaven,youreallobsessed! GIRY: Hemerelywelcomesyoutohisoperahouse andcommandsyoutocontinuetoleaveBoxFiveemptyforhisuse andremindsyouthathissalaryisdue. FIRMIN: Hissalary? GIRY: MonsieurLefevrepaidhimtwentythousandfrancsamonth. Perhapsyoucanaffordmore,withtheVicomtedeChagnyasyourpatron. ANDRE: Madame,Ihadhopedtohavemadethatannouncementmyself. GIRY: WilltheVicomtebeattheperformancetonight,monsieur? FIRMIN: Yes,inourbox. ANDRE: Madame,whoistheunderstudyforthisrole? REYER: Thereisnounderstudy,monsieur-theproductionisnew. MEG: ChristineDaaecouldsingit,sir. FIRMIN: Thechorusgirl? MEG: Shesbeentakinglessonsfromagreatteacher ANDRE: Fromwhom? CHRISTINE: Idontknow,sir. FIRMIN: Oh,notyouaswell!Canyoubelieveit? Afullhouse-andwehavetocancel! GIRY: Lethersingforyoumonsieur.Shehasbeenwelltaught! REYER: Fromthebeginningoftheariathen,mamselle.Hannibal ThinkofMe CHRISTINE: Thinkofme,thinkofmefondly,whenwevesaidgoodbye.Rememberme everysooften-promisemeyoulltry. FIRMIN: Andre,thisisdoingnothingformynerves. ANDRE: Dontfret,Firmin. CHRISTINE: Onthatday,thatnotsodistantday,whenyouarefarawayandfree, ifyoueverfindamoment,spareathoughtforme. Andthoughitsclear,thoughitwasalwaysclearthatthiswasnever meanttobe,ifyouhappentoremember,stopandthinkofme. ThinkofAugustwhenthetreesweregreen-dontthinkabouttheways thingsmighthavebeen. Thinkofme,thinkofmewaking,silentandresigned.Imagineme, tryingtoohardtoputyoufrommymind.Thinkofme,pleasesayyoull thinkofme,whateverelseyouchoosetodo-Therewillneverbea daywhenIwontthinkofyou. RAOUL: Canitbe?CanitbeChristine?Brava!.Brava! Longago.Itseemssolongago.Howyoungandinnocentwewere .Shemaynotrememberme,butIrememberher. CHRISTINE: Flowersfade,thefruitsofSummerfade-theyhavetheirseason,so dowe.Butpleasepromisemethatsometimes,youwillthink. ofme! GIRY: Yes,youdidwell.Hewillbepleased. (totheDANCERS)Andyou!Youwereadisgracetonight! Suchrondsdejambe!Suchtempsdecuisse!Come,werehearse.Now!AngelofMusic PHANTOM: Brava,brava,bravissima. MEG: Whereintheworldhaveyoubeenhiding? Really,youwereperfect! IonlywishIknewyoursecret! Whoisthisnewtutor? CHRISTINE: Fatheroncespokeofanangel. Iusedtodreamhedappear. NowasIsingIcansensehim. AndIknowheshere. Hereinthisroomhecallsmesoftly. somewhereinside.hiding. SomehowIknowhesalwayswithme. he-theunseengenius. MEG: Iwatchedyourfacefromtheshadows Distantthroughalltheapplause Ihearyourvoiceinthedarkness, butthewordsarentyours CHRISTINE: AngelofMusic!Guideandguardian! Granttomeyourglory! MEG: Whoisthisangel?This. BOTH: AngelofMusic!Hidenolonger! Secretandstrangeangel. CHRISTINE: Heswithme,evennow. MEG: Yourhandsarecold. CHRISTINE: Allaroundme. MEG: Yourface,Christine,itswhite. CHRISTINE: Itfrightensme. MEG: Dontbefrightened. GIRY: MegGiry.Areyouadancer? Thencomeandpractice. Mydear,Iwasaskedtogiveyouthis. CHRISTINE: Aredscarf.theattic.LittleLotte. ANDRE: Atourdeforce!Nootherwaytodescribeit! FIRMIN: Whatarelief!Notasinglerefund! MME.FIRMIN: Greedy. ANDRE: Richard,IthinkwevemadequiteadiscoveryinMissDaa? FIRMIN: Hereweare,MonsieurleVicomte. RAOUL: Gentlemenifyouwouldntmind. ThisisonevisitIshouldprefertomakeunaccompanied. ANDRE: Asyouwish,monsieur. FIRMIN: Theyappeartohavemetbefore.CHRISTINE: Aredscarf.theattic.LittleLotte. ANDRE: Atourdeforce!Nootherwaytodescribeit! FIRMIN: Whatarelief!Notasinglerefund! MME.FIRMIN: Greedy. ANDRE: Richard,IthinkwevemadequiteadiscoveryinMissDaa? FIRMIN: Hereweare,MonsieurleVicomte. RAOUL: Gentlemenifyouwouldntmind. ThisisonevisitIshouldprefertomakeunaccompanied. ANDRE: Asyouwish,monsieur. FIRMIN: Theyappeartohavemetbefore. LittleLotte RAOUL: ChristineDaae,whereisyourscarf? CHRISTINE: Monsieur? RAOUL: Youcanthavelostit.NotafterallthetroubleItook. Iwasjustfourteenandsoakedtotheskin. CHRISTINE: Becauseyouhadrunintotheseatofetchmyscarf. Oh,Raoul.Soitisyou! RAOUL: Christine. LittlelotteLetyourmindwander. CHRISTINE: Rememberthat,too.? RAOUL: Littlelottethought:AmIfonderofdolls, BOTH: Orofgoblinsorshoes CHRISTINE: Orofriddlesorfrocks. RAOUL: Thosepicnicsintheattic? orofchocolates CHRISTINE: Fatherplayingtheviolin. RAOUL: AswereadtoeachotherdarkstoriesoftheNorth. CHRISTINE: No,whatIlovebest,Lottesaid,iswhenImasleepinmybed, andtheAngelofMusicsingssongsinmyhead! BOTH: theAngelofMusicsingssonginmyhead! CHRISTINE: Fathersaid,WhenIminheaven,child,IwillsendtheAngelofMusic toyou. Well,fatherisdead,Raoul,andIhavebeenvisitedbytheAngelof Music. RAOUL: Theresnodoubtofthat.Butnow,wellgotosupper! CHRISTINE: No,Raoul,theAngelofMusicisverystrict. RAOUL: Ishantkeepyouuplate! CHRISTINE: No,Raoul. RAOUL: Youmustchange.Imustgetmyhat.TwominutesLittleLotte. CHRISTINE: Raoul! Thingshavechanged,Raoul. TheMirror PHANTOM: Insolentboy! Thisslaveoffashion, baskinginyourglory! Ignorantfool! Thisbraveyoungsuitor, sharinginmytriumph! CHRISTINE: Angel!Ihearyou! Speak-Ilisten. staybymyside,guideme! Angel,mysoulwasweak- forgiveme. enteratlast,Master! PHANTOM: Flatteringchild, youshallknowme, seewhyinshadowIhide! Lookatyourfaceinthemirror- Iamthereinside! CHRISTINE: AngelofMusic! Guideandguardian! Granttomeyourglory! AngelofMusic! Hidenolonger! Cometome,strangeangel.ThePhantomoftheOpera CHRISTINE: Insleephesangtome, indreamshecame. thatvoicewhichcallstome andspeaksmyname. AnddoIdreamagain? FornowIfind thePhantomoftheOperaisthere- insidemymind. PHANTOM: Singonceagainwithme ourstrangeduet. Mypoweroveryou growsstrongeryet. Andthoughyouturnfromme, toglancebehind, thePhantomoftheOperaisthere- insideyourmind. CHRISTINE: Thosewhohaveseenyourface drawbackinfear. Iamthemaskyouwear. PHANTOM: Itsmetheyhear. BOTH: Your/myspiritandyour/myvoice inonecombined: thePhantomoftheOperaisthere- insideyour/mymind. CHORUS: Hesthere, thePhantomoftheOpera. Beware,thePhantomoftheOpera. PHANTOM: Inallyourfantasies, youalwaysknew thatmanandmystery. CHRISTINE: .werebothinyou. BOTH: Andinthislabyrinth, wherenightisblind, thePhantomoftheOperaisthere/here insideyour/mymind. PHANTOM: Sing,myAngelofMusic! CHRISTINE: Hesthere,thePhantomoftheOpera. PHANTOM: Singforme.sing. SingmyAngel.sing. Singforme. PHANTOM: Ihavebroughtyoutotheseatofsweetmusicsthrone. Tothiskingdomwhereallmustpayhomagetomusic. Music.Youhavecomehereforonepurposeandonealone. SincethemomentIfirstheardyousing, Ihaveneededyouwithmetoserveme, tosingformymusic. mymusic.TheMusicoftheNight PHANTOM: Night-timesharpens,heightenseachsensation. Darknessstirsandwakesimagination. Silentlythesensesabandontheirdefenses. Slowly,gently,nightunfurlsitssplendour. Graspit,senseit,tremulousandtender. Turnyourfaceawayfromthegarishlightofday, turnyourthoughtsawayfromcold,unfeelinglight andlistentothemusicofthenight. Closeyoureyesandsurrendertoyourdarkestdreams! Purgeyourthoughtsofthelifeyouknewbefore! Closeyoureyes,letyourspiritstarttosoar! Andyoullliveasyouveneverlivedbefore. Softly,deftly,musicshallcaressyou. Hearit,feelit,secretlypossessyou. Openupyourmind,letyourfantasiesunwind, inthisdarknesswhic