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

Even prettier

If possible

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
Combing out their hair

Then they leave
Even when they leave you (even when they leave)
And vanish, they somehow (they still)
Can still remain (are)
There with you (there)
There (they're 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!
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 n-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-

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Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim