Phantom
По мотивам романа "Призрак Оперы" Гастона Леру
Пьеса: Артур Копит (Arthur Kopit)
Музыка и лирика: Мори Йестон (Maury Yeston)
Издательство: Samuel French, INC.
Дата выхода: 1992/1993
Язык: английский
Формат: мягкая обложка

В этой книге содержится издание музыкальной пьесы "Фантом" Мори Йестона и Артура Копита для постановки её на сцене. Издание содержит в себе всё необходимое для постановки:

— Список действующих лиц;
— Сценарий в двух актах, по сценам;
— Список костюмов по сценам и действующим лицам;
— Список необходимых предметов меблировки, обстановки и аксессуаров;
— План сцены с разметкой сценографии и декораций.

Мы же, в свою очередь, представляем вам полное либретто мюзикла.

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Melodie de Paris


Christine:

La la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la

Café Owner:

"Bonjour, mademoiselle!"

Christine:

"Bonjour!"

La la la la la....

Person #2:

"Who is she?"

Person #3:

"Never seen her before, have you?"

Christine:

La la la la la la.....

Person #4:

"What's she selling?"

Christine:

La la la la la la.....

Person #5:

"What do you have there for us, mademoiselle?"

Christine:

"A new song. For sale! Just published! All about Paris!"

Crowd:

"Ahh...Paris!"

Christine:

Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Soaring above ev'ry rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris

Paris is the rain
Paris is the pain of a lover's goodbye
It's the stare when your eye meets a stranger
Ever dangerous

Crowd:

Paris is the sun

Christine:

"That's right!"

Paris, if there's one perfect place
I must be
It can only be here in Paris!

Crowd:

Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, meldoy
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free

Christine:

Soaring above ev'ry rooftop
Whispering under each tree

Christine:

Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris

Count:

"Mademoiselle, forgive this intrusion, but what is your name?"

Christine:

"Christine Daeé."

Count:

"Christine Daeé, I am Phillipe de Chandon, a connisseur of music and beauty. You

waste your time selling songs."

Christine:

"What?"

Count:

"It's true. It's not fair. All Paris should hear your voice. That is how good

you are. Have you ever considered a career in the opera?"

Christine:

"In the opera?"

Count:

"Yes, well, I can see you have. You'll of course need lessons. A fine, natural

voice is not nearly enough, as I'm sure you know. Here is my card. I am one of

the opera's principal patrons. Present this to Gerard Carriere, the company

manager, and he'll take care of you. I'd take you there myself but, alas,

business calls me away. Christine! A tout a l'heure."

Person #1:

"The Count de Chandon!"

Person #3:

"The champagne king!"

Christine:

"Me...at the Paris Opera!"

Paris is a fool
Paris is the boulangerie on the square
It's the air over fields called "Elysian"
Ah, Parisian air!

Paris is l'amour
Paris, comme toujours
If there's one place for me
It is only ici a Paris!

Christine/Crowd:

Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Soaring above ev'ry rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody
My melodie de Pa—
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris!
De Paris...
De Paris...


Phantom Entrance


Phantom:

Paris is a tomb
Paris is a room
With four walls and no light
Paris is the night!


Dressing For the Night


Actors:

Dressing for the night
For the ball, for the dance
Dressing for the show
At the Paris Opera!

First Nighters:

Dressing for the pride,
For the "Gloire de la France"
Dressing up to go
To the Paris Opera!

Actors:

Paris Opera!

First Nighters:

It's a new season
And that's the reason
We but these clothes by the row...

Actors:

Dressing for the fun, for the lights,
For the glare...

First Nighters:

Dressing up to preen at the Paris Opera!

Actors:

Dressing to descend on a cloud on a stair..

First Nighters:

Dressing to be seen at the Paris Opera!
Paris Opera!
Ev'ryone will be there

All:

Ev'ryone will be there
Ev'ryone! The corps de ballet
We actors will play
Our set so spectacular and grand!

First Nighters:

Arrive somewhat late
Make sure that you ate
Expect ev'ryone to understand!

Actors:

With breathless surprise
The curtain will rise
Step out with a gesture of the hand

First Nighters:

Look through the lorgnette
And do not forget
Jamais! Never listen to the band!

All:

Dressing for the night
For the ball, for the show
Dressing up to go to the
Paris Opera! Paris Opera!
Paris! Paris is a mask
Whatever you ask she'll be for you
Paris!

Carlotta:

A night at maxims
A glorious dream, a rendezvous!

All:

A night at the Opera, trip to the ballet
Evening of theatre, all in a day...
Paris! One view in the mist,
And you have been kissed from far away
Dressing for the night
For the ball, for the show
Dressing up to go to the

Paris Opera! Paris Opera!

Christine:

Paris is the rain...

First Nighters:

Paris is a mask

Phantom:

Paris is the night — for me...

Actors/First Nighters

Dressing for the night,
For the ball, for the show,
For the ball
For the night
For the show...
Paris!
Paris!


Where In the World


Phantom:

Where is the path that leads out from this place
Now that all has been changed on this day?
Where is the sense of the life that I lead
Now that music's been taken away?

Why was I born to this grave,
Languishing deep in this tomb?
Oh for an angel of music to come
And restore a small glimmer of light to my gloom

Where in the world
In the vast open world
Is a voice that can sing?
Ev'ry note building high
Letting free, letting fly
Like a bird taking wing!

Where in the world
If it can be, where is she?

What little town
Hides a girl in a gown
With a throat like a lark?
With a voice that is strong
Who, with effortless song
Makes a light in the dark?

Where in the world?
Where in the world?
Not a day I'll rest
Till that voice is found...

Search on the quays
In the streets, the cafés
Find the one I desire
You will know she is near
By a warmth in your ear
And your soul catching fire
Out in the world somewhere!

She who was born to command by singing!
She with the tone of a bell the wind is ringing!
And she who will hardly suspect
What she is bringing
To a plan I weave with grand design

Go in the world
Don't return from the world
Till you find me the one...

With the stance of a queen
And an eye as serene
And as bright as the sun can shine!

Find in the world
This mirage that I see
And from the world
You will bring her to me
And I'll make her mine!


This Place is Mine


Carlotta:

Where does the time fly?
Simply too few hours in the day!

Oh a diva's work is never done
No relief, no time for fun
Not if the diva has to run
An opera company!

Ev'ry small detail to supervise
Every pretty face to scrutinize
I plan beneath these eyes
This opera company!

why take on this arduous chore?
Sleepless nights I pace across my bedroom floor
Why do I live completely for
This opera company?

'Cause it's mine, from the stalls
To the portraits on the walls
To the balconies and loges far and near
It belongs all to me, ev'ry item that you see
From the cellar to the crystal chandelier
from the fluted marble grand facade
To the elevated promenade
From ev'ry toilet bowl — to ev'ry leading role
This place is mine!

I will sing, I will glow
I will never let it go
I will hold it ever captive in my hand
Like a god, like a queen,
I will enter any scene
And control it like a kingdom I command
And I pity any baritone
Who attempts to tread the stage I own
With no polite request...he's here at my behest
'Cause it's all mine!

My curtain and my canopy
My song, my key, my chart
My grand romantic destiny,
From here my life will start
I'll be out on the stage
Looking great and half my age
Ev'ry chance I get, I'll get 'em on their feet!
I will burn, I will scheme
I will realize my dream
'Cause if I'm not in a light, I'm incomplete
And the best part I'm just coming to...
How they'll all applaud for you-know-who
I can't believe I'm here — and this is my career

It must be seen, like a torch
We'll engrave it on the porch!
Like an edict, like a beacon, like a sign!
This place is mine!


Home


Christine:

All my life I've been waiting
In my mind, in a rocking
For my fancy to take the air
I would know the time

Tick and tock went my childhood
Father said I would know the place
Skin would tingle and pulse would race
As they do...It's here! I'm...

Home, where music fills the air, and I'm

Home, where a thousand lovers cry
Swoon and sigh, and I'm
Home, Where ev'ry violin
Plays a treat as sweet as a honeycomb
Wherever music plays I know I'm home.

Here, where fables come alive, year by year
We forget our troubled nights, under lights
And each tear becomes a gentle tune or duet
Kept straight by a metronome...
And if I'm singing, then I know, I'm home.

Where ev'ry English horn
Makes me feel glad I'm born
And any woodwind trill
Excites a thrill that's new!

The giant contrabass...
The great soprano's face
Combine to make a perfect world
Far better than what's outside.

Dreams — I've lived within my dreams
Now it sems I've awakened and they're real
Pinch and feel! If one day
I walk upon this stage from these wings
And play underneath this dome
And if I sing with all my heart...
I'll be home.

Phantom:

All my life to be waiting
For an angel to one day speak
Mouth goes dry, and my knees grow weak
At each word — each sound —
That voice — that music in the air
Ev'ry choice, ev'ry syllable, each note
How they float — and her tone!
A miracle of silk, spun to gold, unfolded in polychrome...
And when I hear it how I know I'm home

Who is this prodigy, who sings to only me?
She is as innocent and natural as a rose.
I'll do her so much good, we two, I know we could
Combine to make a perfect world
Far better than what's outside

Together:

Dreams (My dreams)
I've lived within my dreams now it seems
I've awakened and they're real, if they're real
If one day I (she) walk (walks) upon this stage
And play (plays) underneath this dome
And if I (she) sings with all my (her) heart
I'll be...home.


The Opera's Been Invaded By a Phantom!


Cholet:

Phantom!
The opera's been invaded by a phantom!

Ledoux:

The opera's been invaded by a phantom!

Cholet:

Phantom!
The opera's been invaded by a ghost.

Ledoux:

By a ghost.

Cholet:

By a ghost!

Ledoux:

By a ghost!

Cholet:

By a ghost!
If you follow him, you're following a phantom.

Ensemble:

A phantom

The opera's been invaded by a phantom

A phantom

The opera's been invaded by a phantom

A phantom

The opera's been invaded by a ghost

By a ghost

By a ghost

By a ghost

By a ghost

If you hurry and you're scurrying
Perhaps you should be worrying
That hurrying and scurrying
May lead you prematurely
To your end
You may come across the Phantom.

Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a phantom

Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a phantom

Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a ghost

By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
If you follow him
You're following a Phantom

Search ev'rywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a ghost

By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost

He's a fiend
He's a ghoul
He will kill
He will rule
He will mangle
He'll entangle
He will strangle anyone
He doesn't care
Beware...
The Phantom

Ah! Phantom
Ah! Phantom
Ah! Phantom

He wears a mask, a mask
A terrifying mask
He wears a mask
A terrifying mask!
(Scream!)

Phantom!

Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a ghost

By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost
If you follow him
You're following a phantom

Search ev'rywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom
Search ev'rywhere and find him
The opera's been invaded by a phantom

Search ev'rywhere and find him

The opera's been invaded by a ghost

By a ghost, by a ghost
By a ghost, by a ghost

He's a fiend
He's a ghoul
He will kill
He will rule
He will mangle
He'll entangle
He will strangle anyone
He doesn't care

Beware...
The...
Phantom!


You Are Music


Phantom:

Do re mi fa sol
Fa re fa mi
Do re mi fa sol
Fa re mi do

"Now, you."

Christine:

Do re mi fa sol
Fa re fa mi
Do re mi fa sol
Fa re mi do

Phantom:

"Move the 'do'"

Do re mi fa sol
Fa re fa mi
Do re mi fa sol
Fa re mi do

Christine:

Do re mi fa sol
Fa re fa mi
Do re me fa sol

Both:

Fa re mi do

Phantom:

Oh, you are music, beautiful music
And you are light to me
Oh you are music, moonbeams of music
And you are life to me

Do re mi fa sol
Fa re fa mi
Take a breath one one
And after three

Christine:

Do re mi fa sol
Fa re fa mi
Breathing first on one
And after three

Phantom:

Breathing in the air, an ebb and flow
Breathing taking care...fa re mi do

Christine:

Breathing out the air from deep below

Both:

Ready for the run from 'do' to 'do'

Oh, you are music, beautiful music
And you are light to me
Oh, you are music, sunburst of music
And you are light to me.


The Bistro


The Bistro

Waiters:

Sing! Can you sing!
Can you sing a little ballad
In between the salad
And the tete-de-veau
If only we could hear a melody

Chante! What you want!
Make it lyrical and vocal
Popular and local
Judges, take your places
Chorus, you will do the harmony
Harmony, ah!

Carlotta:

"Tonight — only songs about Paris! I will begin the competition."

Paris...Paris is a lark, a stroll in the park
A bagatelle!
Paris...Paris is a chance to find, while in France,
La vie plus belle
As charming and almost as gorgeous as me
Is Paris...is Paris!

Waiter:

"Who's next?"

Count:

"Christine!"

Carlotta:

"Christine?"

Count:

"Why not?"

Carlotta:

"She's my costume girl!"

Count:

"She has a very nice voice! I've heard it! (To Christine) Go on. Dont' be

afraid."

Christine:

Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody, my kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free

Soaring above ev'ry rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris

Carlotta:

"It's a sweet little voice. Weak, but sweet."

Christine:

(takes off!)
La la la la....

Hold me and love me
As you would love Paris
Squeeze my knee
In the tuileries
Take me dans tes bras
In the bois de boulogne and

Hold me and kiss me
As you would kiss Paris —
Montparnasse, je t'embrasse
Take me away, Alons-y!



Christine/Two Tenors:

Along the river Seine
Cuddle and amuse me
Tell me then
How you came to choose me
Tell me when,
If you ever lose me
You will feel you've lost Paris

Christine:

Itself along with me

Christine/Two Tenors:

And underneath the stars
We'll continue walking
Past the bars,
Nuzzling and talking

Christine:

With the stars
Staring down and gawking
At the lovers such as we...
Loving in Paris
Loving in Paris
Paris! Paris!
The fantasie is told me ev'ry time you

Christine/Company:

Hold me and kiss me
As you would kiss Paris,

Christine:

Go with me, toi, je t'en prie, moi!
Take me away there
And promise we'll stay there
Oh, take me away...Alons-y!

Company:

Ah, Paris, ah Paris, ah Paris, Paris, Paris

Christine:

Paris!

Company:

Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously

Christine:

Paris!

Company:

Melody, melody, my kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free

Christine/Company:

Soaring above ev'ry rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody, my melodie de Pa—
Melody, melody, my melodie de Paris!


Who Could Ever Have Dreamed Up You?


Count de Chandon:

You were the best, you win the prize
You made the night effervescent
The dress, the voice, the lows, the highs
It was beyond incandescant!

Can it have been I who first found you?
Can these be my arms now around you?
Such poetry! Can you be real?
Or are you someone imagined?

Who could ever have dreamed up you?
What kind of mind
Could ever have made that face?
There couldn't be two
In heaven and earth like you
One of a kind, like holding two pair of aces
I was nothing and nowhere till now
But from this moment I'll only go where you go!
I hope he's taking a bow
Whoever knew what to do,
That someone wonderful who once
Dreamed up you.

Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you!
Totally gone, defeated and all askew!
I'm feeling it start
A craziness over you

Lead the way on,
No matter to where, I'll follow!
Love completely adoring and new
Can you believe I fell myself soaring
It's true — I love you!

"And from the very first moment I saw you! It's really true! C'est vroi!

Absolutement!"

Christine:

Tell me once again, tell me once again
On a scale of ten, was I maybe six or seven?

Count de Chandon:

"More!"

Christine:

Don't exaggerate, seven-and-a-half of eight
Any more than that I'd be in heaven...

Count:

Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you.

Christine:

Cant it even be?
Did I hit the "G"?

Count:

I'm gone...

Christine:

Did I learn the trill?
Never mind I will...

Count:

And all askew, a love

Christine:

Was I really good?

Count:

Adoring..and new...

Christine:

Did I move the way I should?

Count:

Can you believe I fell myself soaring?
It's true, I love you!

Christine:

Phillipe, please wait just a moment...
The words you say, the things I feel
Are getting a bit confusing.
Some things you know, some things you don't
It complicates what I'm choosing
So much to absorb and ponder
my heart, just as yours, growing fonder...
I hate to speak — perhaps next week
I'll come to an understanding...

Who would ever have dreamed of this...
That I'd be here
With someone I'd love to kiss
It's something so pure, it almost approaches bliss!
The kind of gift that comes to so very few...


Both:

Oh someone wonderful...must have
Dreamed up you!


Without Your Music


Phantom:

Here you'll be safe
From their prying and vicious eyes
Far from all venomous words and malicious lies.
Sleep gentle creature, my love and my protégé
As for myself, I will worship you night and day.
All my existence will end if you go away...

Life without your music
Would not be worth living
I'd be useless as a bell that cannot ring
Left here all alone
I'd be a sad abandoned king
Without a land to live for...

Life without your sweetness
Bleak, dead, incomplete
A season silent as a bird that doesn't sing
Endless, frozen time
That only you can turn to spring.

Without your spell, like a musical chord
Running deep in my mind
Like a swell in a classical symphony.
I am undone, out of step, out of tune
I'm a man who's gone blind, broken inside
Poorly designed...and so you
See, with all your music!
Me, with all your music
We'd be like a race apart
And now you're here
And we may start.


Where In the World? (Reprise)


Phantom:

Where in the world,
In this miserable world
Is a respite for me?
From an age that they keep,
Ever tawdry and cheap
Will I ever break free?
Free from the world up there?

How they all gladly destroy her beauty!
Heartlessly how they abuse her charm
Oh, they must feel they are safe from vengeance
One as weak as she could do no harm...

There in the world,
I will go in the world
And I'll seek out the one,
Who would stamp on a flow'r
With unspearable pow'r
And, before I am don this day
Those in the world who would kill what is fine
Them I will seek, and, by all that's divine,
I will make them pay!


My True Love


Christine:

My true love — lost in a shadowplay
I will find a way
Through fear and doubt
I will find you out
In the secret places you hide about

No, my love — more than a fantasy
You must be for me
I'll hear your voice, and I'll see your brow
And I'll know your face like your music...

Can you hear me now?
Can we make a vow?
Ever to be faithful
I will show you how

My true love — open and turn to me
What no one can see
Your deepest dreams of your darkest nights
And your eyes like lights
Ever burning
I will hear your voice
And I'll see your brow
Let me know your face
Let me know it now...now!

My true love — lost in a shadowplay
I will find a way
Through fear and doubt
I will find you out
Let me know your face

Let me know it
Now.
Now.
Now!


My Mother Bore Me


Phantom:

My mother bore me in the southern wild
I live in darkness but my soul is light
Light as the forehead of an English child
But I'm in darkness and bereaved of light

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day
She took me in her lap and kissed me
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

Look upon the rising sun, there God does live
And gives his light and heat away
And all the trees and flowers and beasts and men receive
Their comfort from the morning through the bright noonday

And we are put on earth a little space
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
and these poor bodies, and this wretched face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learned the heat to bear
The clouds will vanish, we will hear his voice
Saying, come out from the grove my love and care
And round my golden tents like lambs rejoice

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me
And thus I say to little English boy
When we are both from light and dark clouds free
And round the tent of God we both rejoice

I will shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our father's knee
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair
And be like him, and he will then love me...

Voices in my nights will cry Christine
And ev'ry drop of rain that falls
Will be Christine
You were the only one
My only chance at happiness
My golden leaf of autumn, my Christine.

Look within this heart and see Christine
The very constant soul and music of Christine
Behind this mortal mask
This terror of a face conceals
The gesture and the grace of you, Christine.

No one else must ever have Christine
If not for me, you'll be for no one else, Christine
If I am guilty I'll be guilty of
That innocence whose name is love
And never, no you'll never be
For anyone except for me
I curse you when I love you
And I love you
And I curse you
My Christine!!


You Are My Own


Carriere:

Erik you are my son
Do you know you're my son?
You became my whole life
When your life was begun
Do you know that the man
Who protected you always
Has been your father?

Phantom:

Yes, I know I'm your son
And I more than surmise
I have known for some years
That my eyes are your eyes
And I've wondered how long
It would take you
To tell me it's true.

Carriere:

Now that you know,
I must tell you I'm grateful for you.

Phantom:

No, it is I who am grateful to you,
My father.

Both:

For the music alone,
It's been worth all the pain
And a life of perpetual
Darkness and rain

Carriere:

For inside you the light of the soul
Of your mother has shone
Erik you are my son, and my boy,
And my life, and my own.

Phantom:

"And...what did you think of it?"

Carriere:

"Think of what?"

Phantom:

"Your infant's face."

Carriere:

"Ah. It...could have been better."

Phantom:

"Remember the day I looked down into the water?"

Carriere:

"Yes."

Phantom:

"I thought I had seen a sea monster."

Carriere:

"I remember."

Phantom:

"I had...that's the irony. And then, for a while, I thought I was only

dreaming."

Carriere:

"I went through that phase, too."

Phantom:

"Not a good face for a tenor, I remember thinking."

Carriere:

"Not even for a baritone."

Phantom:

"No...it is a good voice, isn't it?"

Carriere::

"Very good. You would have had a fine career."

Phantom:

Will you bury me deep
I must never be found
When at last I find sleep
And I'm cold in the ground

Carriere:

Yes, I promise I'll never allow you
To be on display
Erik, you are my son.

Phantom:

I have known all along.

Carriere:

And the light of my life —

Phantom:

I have known all along

Carriere:

Erik, you are my son, and my boy
And my love, and my own!

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