Phantom of the Opera

The Phantom:
Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror

The Phantom:
- I am there inside!

Actioneer:
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 restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?

Raoul:
But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.

Christine:
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her... Her father promised her...

Meg Giry:
He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!

The Phantom:
I gave you my music; made your song take wind. And now how you've repaid me - denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing, Christine!

The Phantom:
You will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you!

The Phantom:
Masquerade paper faces on parade. Masquerade hide you face so the world will never find you. Christine I love you.

The Phantom:
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate, an eternity of this before your eyes.

Carlotta:
Andiamo. Bye-bye, dancing girls. Bye-bye. Bring my doggy. Bye-bye. See you later, because I'm going now. It is finished. See you later.

The Phantom:
Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone, forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you. Take the boats, swear to me never to tell. The secrets you know, of the Angel in Hell.

The Phantom:
Go now! Go now and leave me.

Lefevre:
Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia.

The Phantom:
Now, let it be war upon you both!

Christine:
This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

The Phantom:
This fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh this face-the infection which poisons our love. This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate, an eternity of THIS before your eyes!

Carlotta:
Now you see? Bye bye! I am really leaving!

The Phantom:
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me...

The Phantom:
Down one more to the dungeon of my black despair! Down we plunge to the prison of my mind! Down that path into darkness deep as Hell! Why, you ask, was I bound and chained to this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

The Phantom:
Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine! Christine! Why? Why?

Christine:
Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.

Andre:

Confidante:

Firmin:
Gossip's worth it's weight in gold.

The Phantom:
You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night...

The Phantom:
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

The Phantom:
But Christine - fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monstrous, repulsive carcass who seems a beast but secretly yearns for Heaven.

Christine:
Can I ever forget that face?

Christine:

Raoul:
Say you love him, and my life is over!

The Phantom:
Past all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting...

Raoul:
Either way you choose, he has to win!

The Phantom:
For either way you choose, you cannot win!

Lefevre:
Ms. Guidicelli has quite an amazing aria at the end of act one. Perhaps she could be kind enough to sing it for us?

Carlotta:
No, because SOMEONE hasn't finished my dress for it and I HATE MY HAT!

The Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music... Come to me; Angel of Music...

The Phantom:
Christine, I love you.

The Phantom:
Past the point of no return, the final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return...

Christine Daaé:
Past the point of no return - no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question; how long should we two wait, before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?

Raoul:
For pity's sake, Christine, say no! Don't throw your life away for my sake! I fought so hard to free you...

The Phantom:
You will curse the day you did not do / all that the Phantom asked of you!

Raoul:

Christine:
Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!

Raoul:
You said yourself, he was nothing but a man, yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we're dead

The Phantom:
It's over now, the music of the night.

The Phantom:
Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.

The Phantom:
Either way you choose/You cannot win!

Raoul:
Either way you choose/He has to win!

The Phantom:
So do you end your days with me/ Or do you send him to his grave?

Raoul:
Why make her lie to you to save me?

Christine:
What I once used to dream, I now dread / If he finds me, it won't ever end / And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head / He'll always be there, singing songs in my head.

Christine Daaé:
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...

The Phantom:
It's me they hear...

Christine Daaé:

The Phantom:
Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke's wearing thin. Let the audience in. Let my opera begin!

Christine:
Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could. Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me, in this, the phantom's opera?

The Phantom:
Take the boat, swear to me, never to tell. The secret you know, of the Angel in Hell.