The Judge's Return

Where is she? Where is the girl?

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

She has?

Oh yes, your lesson was well learned, sir, she speaks only of you, longing for your forgiveness

And she shall have it, she'll be here soon, you say?

I think I hear her now

Oh, excellent, my friend!

Is that her dainty footstep on the stair?

I hear nothing

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

Where?

There!

Primping

Making herself even prettier than usual, if possible

Even prettier

Oh, pretty women

Pretty women, yes, sir

Quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!

Sit, sir, sit

Johanna, Johanna

Pretty women

Hurry, man!

Pretty women are a wonder

You're in a merry mood again today, barber

Yes, sir, pretty women

What we do for

Pretty women

Blowing out their candles or (Blowing out their candles)

Combing out their hair (Combing out their hair)

Then they leave

Even when they leave (Even when they leave you and vanish)

They still are there, they're there (They somehow can still remain there with you, there)

How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!

With fellow tastes in women, at least

What? What's that?

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!

Benjamin Barker!

Rest now, my friend

Rest now forever

Sleep now the untroubled sleep of the angels

Tobias!

Lift your razor high, Sweeney

Hear it singing, "Yes"

Sink it in the rosy skin of righteousness

Die! Die! God in Heaven, die!

You! How? Can it be? Have all the demons of Hell come to torment me?

Quick, to the oven

Why did you scream? Does the Judge still live?

Ah, he was clutching, holding on to my skirt, but now, now he's finished

Leave them to me, open the doors

No!

Open the doors, I said!

No! No, don't touch her

What's the matter with you? It's only some meddling old beggar wo—