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Are you discussing or fussing or simply dreaming? Are you crowing? Are you screaming? Ring dove and robinette, is it for pages? To be sung. Have you decided it's safer in cages than with your child? Oh, my cage has many crowns, depths and dark. Nothing there sings, not even my ark. Mark's never really fallen —captive, teaching me to be more receptive. Should I agree to pretend these bad nights are new black swans? Teach me how to see if I cannot find Let me speak.

I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders, from the pearls of Spain to the mountains of Tibet, but not even in London have I seen such a wonder. Lady, look upon me, listen to me, please don't fail me, favor me with your glance. Ah, miss, what do you, what do you see up there in those trees? Oh, won't you give me your chance? Who would sail to Spain for all its wonders when in Kearney's lane lies the greatest wonder yet? Promise, look at you looking so pale and ivory-skinned. Oh, look at you looking so sad, so queer. Promise not to retreat to the darkness back in your window. Not you, not you, look down here.

Look at me. One moment, mother.

Perhaps you could tell me whose house this is?

That? That's the great John Turpin's house, that is.

And the young lady who resides there?

Arthur, that's Joanna, his pretty little ward. But don't you go trespassing there, young man, not if you value your hide. Turpin, there is a good whipping for you, or any other use for mischief. Hey, boy, sailor boy, look who's bringing chips.

Make it a date, I'll be your mate and you can be my skipper. Take it and off, off with you, off I say.

How much for a boat?

All's the same, sir, 6 pence and cheaper the price. He sings bravely. But why does he bat his wings so wildly against the bars? We blind them, sir.

It's what we always does. We blind them, and not knowing night from day, they sing and sing without stopping. Pretty creatures.

Have pleasure of the birds, sir. I feel you, Joanna. I feel you. I was happy when I slept with you. I love to free you. How fully I was mistaken. Joanna, I'll steal you. Joanna, I'll steal you. Joanna! Joanna! If I see your face on this street or any other neighboring street, you'll rue the day you were born. Is that clear enough speaking? But sir, I swear I had nothing in my heart but the deepest sentiments of— Oh dear, I knew it. You were just pushing. But sir, I have no fight with you. Get the gist of it, friend. Next time it will be your neck. Joanna, if I were to think that you were encouraging that young rogue—

Oh, Father, I hope always to be obedient to your commands.

Dear child, how sweet you look after me. I'll steal you, Joanna. I'll steal you. Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now, and at your window, I am in the dark beside you, buried sweetly in your yellow hair. I feel you, Joanna, and one day I'll steal you till I'm with you there, I'm with you there, sweetened berry in your yellow hair.

That's him over there.

Yes, dear, he's always here on Thursdays. Hair covered in two-colored barge with royal hats. He's the King of Naples.

Italian. All the rage he is. Not for long. You really think you can do it?

Come tomorrow, they'll all be flocking after me like sheep, to be sure.

Oh no, it's Weddle!

Weddle Bumpkin! So much the better.

But why are they recognizing you?

I can't believe that's— I will do what I have set out to do, woman. I'm sure, dear.

Sorry. Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? You wake every morning and shake in his bed and his It's gone, your pillow is gone, away there.

What on earth did it dare? Well, ladies and gentlemen, from now on you can wake in at ease. You may never again have a worry or care. I will show you a miracle, marvelous, rare. Gentlemen, you are about to see something now rise from the dead. From the top of my head. Twas Torelli's miracle elixir, that's what did the trick, sir. True, sir, true, 'cause it quicksacked it in a tick, sir, just like an elixir ought to do. Wanna buy a bottle, mister? Only costs a penny, guaranteed.

Penny buys a bottle? I don't know, you tell me!

Porelli Stimulator Prosa. You could have my ulcers. Tis unique. Rub a minute, stimulating it. Soon you'll love to be in it once a week. Pennywise a bottle guarantee. Pennywise a bottle guarantee. What's your name? Gently dab it. It's gonna be a habit. Soon you'll There'll be enough, sir, somebody can grab it. See the chap with hair like cherries, you can tell he's used to relish.

Let me have a bottle!

Take that too! What do you mean, I want that bottle, Stench! Come here, you be a mum, 'cause it was your mum who cooked that. Her remedy's miracle elixir, anything what's elixir suits proud spells. Cry for rabies when they see how big that you get on your big Sarah the cow.

What is this? What big thing? It smells like piss. It smells like mouse piss.

It smells like piss or dog pee. What do you think? Look down that bottle. I want to think this. What is this? Give us that money. Where is it for Ruby? Where is it for Ruby? Yeah, where is it for rabies? Rabies.

Activate your moves, keep it on the move, sir. It's right for you. Go with Pirelli!

Pirelli's a use of all the love and lazy beloved.

It's not YouTube!

Everybody money over, everybody money over. Pirelli's Miracle Elixir, go a little with, sir, then some buzz. Pirelli's soon will make it fixer like a good elixir always does. Trust Pirelli's if your heart is set, What about the money?

Who says yes? Who says yes? I do. I am Mr.

Sweeney Todd. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir, and I say to you that it is nothing but an errant fraud concocted from piss and ink.

He's wrong too. Better to throw your money down the sewer.

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, pay no attention to that madman who's a plexiform agrippa saint.

Shy! And furthermore, I have serviced no kings, yet I wager that I can shave a cheek with 10 times more dexterity than any street mountebank. You see these razors?

The finest in England.

I lay them against £5 that you are no match for me. You hear me, sir? Either accept my challenge or reveal yourself a sham.

These are indeed fine erasers, and a fine extractor too. You will eat raisins against £5? I do. You've heard enough of this man. Watch and see how he will regret his folly. £5 it is.

Friends, neighbours, who's for a free shave?

Me, Mr. Todd, sir. And me, Mr.

Todd, sir. Fetch me a chair.

Why, bring the towel, bring the basin. Quickly!

Will Bedo Banford be the judge? Glad as always to oblige my friends and neighbors. Put it there. Ready? Ready. Ready?

The smoothest, fastest shave is the winner. Scary. No, Signorini, Signorini, it's not in love, but first for your gown. Signorini, you look in a mask, so I've had the glory to shave it off. Mr. Sweeney, whoever I peg at your garden will probably say it was only a cardinal. No, it was a dove. I'll show you a chart. A table of odds. I stole the assortment in my youth.

The winner is Todd.

Oh, smooth as a lady's arse. Sir, I vow to skim far deftlier than my own now. The £5. The £5? Have a good day, and may the good Lord smile upon you. Signor, persim, signorini, buongiorno, buongiorno a tutti! You've pulled it off!

Oh, sir, Mr. Todd, sir, do you have an establishment of your own?

He certainly does. Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlour, above my meat pie shop on Fleet Street.

Strange, sir, it seems your face is known to me.

That's a laugh! Him being my uncle's cousin, what's arrived from Birmingham yesterday.

And yet already I have heard Beadle Bamford spoken of with great respect. Well, I do my best for my friends and neighbours. Mr. Todd, you are in Fleet Street, sir? Above the pie shop, are you? That's it, sir. Well then, Mr. Todd, you will surely see me before the week is out. You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and there I promise to give to you without a penny's charge The closest shade you will ever know.

Oh, oh, what have I told you? I'll not have trash running about hanging around my estate. Not just a penny bit? Or a pie? One of them pies that gives stomach cramps to half the neighbourhood? Come on, dear, suck up hard. Oh, if you were Rob Bagley, you would kick him about so hard, he'd lay there dead. Shut up! Suck up, then, you and your fancy airs. For a desperate woman. It's not much of a chair, but it'll do till you get your fancy new one. It was me poor Albert's chair, it was. Sat in it all day long, he did, after his lady about threw him a drop of gin. Kind of bare, isn't it? I never did like a bare room. Oh well, we'll find some nice little knickknacks. Why doesn't the beetle come?

Before the week is out, that's what he said.

And who says the week's out yet, dear? It's only Tuesday. Easy now, hush, hush. Don't distress yourself, what's your rush? Keep your thoughts nice and flush. What shall I wash with it through? And once it bubbles, then what to do? Watch it cleanse and let it brew away. I've been thinking flowers, maybe daisies too —like nothing. Don't you think some flowers, pretty daisies, might relieve the mood? Away, away.

And the judge, when do I get in?

Can't you think of nothing else? Always brooding away on your wrongs what happened never knows how many years ago. Slow love, slow time, so fast. Now goes quickly, seek now its past. Soon will come, soon will last. Don't you know, silly man, half the fun is to plan it, man? Old wood things are too close to hand. Lily flowers maybe, stand your daisies, I don't know, no. What do you think? Yes. Gillyflowers, I'd say. Nothing like a nice bowl of gillyflowers.

Mr. Todd, I paced Fleet Street a dozen times with no success, but now the sign, "In business already." Yes. Well, I congratulate you. And, uh— Oh, Mrs. Lovett, sir. Pleasure, ma'am. Oh, Mr. Todd, I have so much to tell you. I have found the fairest and most loving maiden any man could dream of, and yet there are problems. She has a guardian so tyrannical that she is shut off from you and I. But now, this morning, this key fell from her shuttered window. The surest sign that Joanna loves me. Joanna? That's her name, ma'am. Interpreter of that abominable parent. A judge, it seems, but as I said, a monstrous tyrant. Oh, Mr. Todd, but once he leaves her court, I'll slip into her house and plead with her to flee with me. And yet, when I have her, where can I keep her until I've hired a coach to speed us home to you? Oh, Mr. Todd, if I could just lodge her here for just an hour or two.

Yes, Leo, bring her here.

Oh, thank you, thank you, madam. I have your consent, Mr. Todd? The girl may come. I shall be grateful for this to the grave, but I must hurry, for surely the judge is off to the Old Bailey.

Joanna! Who'd have thought it, dear? We'll have her back before the week's out.

For a few hours before he carries her off to the other side of England.

Oh, that sailor. Let him bring her here and then send you also off for a little, eh? That's the throat to slit, dear. Oh, think of it. We'll make a lovely home for her here. Leave you all those years without a scrap of motherly affection. I'll soon change that. For if ever there was a maternal art, It's mine. Bye! Good day, Mr. Toad.