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letra de wandering child.../bravo, monsieur... - andrew lloyd webber

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[the phantom emerges from behind the cross]

[phantom (very soft and enticing)]
wandering child
so lost, so helpless
yearning for my guidance

[bewildered, christine looks up, and murmurs breathlessly]

[christine]
angel or father?
friend or phantom?
who is it there, staring?

[phantom (more and more hypnotic)]
have you forgotten your angel?

[christine]
angel, oh, speak
what endless longings
echo in this whisper

[raoul appears in the shadows and watches for a moment, transfixed]

[phantom (now drawing christine towards him)]
too long you’ve wandered in winter

[raoul (to himself a murmur)]
once again, she is his

[phantom]
far from my far-reaching gaze

[raoul]
once again, she returns

[christine (increasingly mesmerized)]
wildly, my mind beats against you

[phantom]
you resist

[phantom/christine]
yet your/the soul
obeys
[raoul]
to the arms of her
angel, angel or demon?
still he calls her
luring
her back from the
grave, angel or
dark seducer?
who are you, strange angel? [phantom/christine]

angel of music!
you/i denied me/you
turning from true beauty

angel of music!
do not shun me/my protector
come to your strange
angel

[christine moves towards the figure of the phantom]

[phantom (beckoning her)]
i am your angel of music
come to me: angel of music

[raoul (suddenly calling out)]
angel of darkness!
cease this torment!

[inexorably the phantom continues to beckon christine]
[phantom]
i am your
angel of music
come to me:

angel of music [raoul (in desperation)]
christine! christine, listen to me!
whatever you may believe, this man
—this thing—is not your father!
(to the phantom)
let her go! for god’s sake, let her go! christine !

[coming out of her trance christine turns and mouths the words:]

[christine, spoken]
oh, raoul

[phantom, spoken]
bravo, monsieur, such spirited words!

[raoul, spoken]
more tricks, monsieur?

[phantom, spoken]
let’s see, monsieur, how far you dare go!

[raoul, spoken]
more deception! more violence!

[christine, spoken]
raoul, no!

[phantom, spoken]
that’s right, that’s right, monsieur! keep walking this way!

[raoul, spoken]
you can’t win her love by making her your prisoner!

[christine, spoken]
raoul!

[raoul, spoken]
no, stay back!

[phantom, spoken]
i’m here, i’m here, monsieur: the angel of death!
come on, come on, monsieur! don’t stop, don’t stop!

[christine, spoken]
raoul! come back…

[phantom, spoken]
don’t go! so be it! now let it be war upon you both!

[chorus]
here the sire may serve the dam
here the master takes his meat!
here the sacrificial lamb
utters one despairing bleat!

[carlotta & chorus]
poor young maiden! for the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill
tangled in the winding sheets!

serve the meal and serve the maid!
serve the master so that, when
tables, plans and maids are laid
don juan triumphs once again!

[signor piangi, as don juan, emerges from behind the arch. meg, a gypsy dancer, pirouettes coquettishly for him. he throws her a purse. she catches it and leaves]

[don juan]
p-ssarino, faithful friend
once again, recite the plan

[p-ssarino]
your young guest believes i’m you
i, the master; you, the man

[don juan]
when you met, you wore my cloak
with my scarf, you hid your face
she believes she dines with me
in her master’s borrowed place!
furtively, we’ll scoff and quaff
stealing what, in truth, is mine
when it’s late and modesty
starts to mellow, with the wine

[p-ssarino]
you come home! i use your voice
slam the door like crack of doom!

[don juan]
i shall say, “come, hide with me!
where, oh, where? of course—my room!”

[p-ssarino]
poor thing hasn’t got a chance!

[don juan]
here’s my hat, my cloak and sword
conquest is -ssured
if i do not forget myself and laugh

[don juan puts on p-ssarino’s cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. although we do not yet know it, the punjab l-sso has done its work and signor piangi is no more. when next we see don juan, it will be the phantom. meanwhile, we hear aminta (christine) singing happily in the distance.]

[christine as aminta (offstage, entering)]
no thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy!
no dreams within her heart but dreams of love!

[p-ssarino (onstage)]
master?

[phantom as don juan (behind the curtain)]
p-ssarino—go away!
for the trap is set and waits for its prey

[p-ssarino leaves. christine (aminta) enters. she takes off her cloak and sits down. looks about her. no one. she starts on an apple. the phantom, disguised as don juan pretending to be p-ssarino, emerges. he now wears p-ssarino’s robe, the cowl of which hides his face. his first words startle her.]

[phantom as don juan]
you have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge
in pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent
silent

i have brought you
that our p-ssions may fuse and merge
in your mind, you’ve already succ-mbed to me
dropped all defenses, completely succ-mbed to me
now you are here with me
no second thoughts, you’ve decided
decided

- andrew lloyd webber

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