The Phantom of the Opera Wandering Child.../Bravo, Monsieur... Lyrics

(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
Angel of Music!
You denied me,
turning from true beauty . . .
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me . . .
Come to your strange
Angel . . .
CHRISTINE
Angel of Music!
I denied you,
turning from true beauty . . .
Angel of Music!
My protector . . .
Come to me, 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
Raoul . . .

She turns lo RAOUL who embraces her protectively.
The PHANTOM freezes for a moment and then suddenly
seizes a pike upon which is impaled a skull. At a
movement from him a flash of fire streaks from the
gaping mouth of the skull and lands at RAOUL's feet)
PHANTOM
Bravo, monsieur!
Such spirited words!
(Another fireball)
RAOUL
More tricks, monsieur?
PHANTOM
Let's see, monsieur
how far you dare go!
(Another fireball)
RAOUL
More deception? More violence?
CHRISTINE (to RAOUL)
Raoul, no . . .
(RAOUL has begun to walk slowly and resolutely
towards the PHANTOM the fireballs always landing
just ahead of him)
PHANTOM
That's right, that's right,
monsieur
keep walking this way!
(Two more fireballs)
RAOUL
You can't win her love by making her your prisoner.
CHRISTINE
Raoul, don't . . .
RAOUL (to CHRISTINE)
Stay back!
PHANTOM
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Come on, come on,
monsieur
Don't stop, don't stop!
(Three more fireballs.
RAOUL. is almost at the PHANTOM's feet. A
confrontation is imminent when CHRISTINE
suddenly rushes across to RAOUL)
CHRISTINE
Raoul! Come back . . .
(She pulls him away)
PHANTOM
Don't go!
(As they are exiting, the PHANTOM declaims
in fury):
So be it! Now let it be war upon you both!
(At a gesture from the PHANTOM, there is a flash of
lighting and the stage erupts into flame)
BEFORE THE PREMIERE
THE OPERA HOUSE ON THE NIGHT OF THE
PREMIERE OF "DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT''
(The orchestra is tuning. A whistle soundsQthe
CHIEF FIRE OFFICER is reviewing two FIRE
MARSHALLS in tin helmets. A worklight on a
stand illuminates them. Also present are RAOUL,
ANDRE and FIRMIN, supervising the proceedings, and a
MARKSMAN, at present hidden in the pit)
CHIEF
You understand your instructions?
FIREMEN (severally)
Sir!
CHIEF
When you hear the whistle, take up your positions.
I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It is
essential that all doors are properly secured.
FIRMIN'
Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
ANDRE
Have you got a better idea?
CHIEF
Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?
RAOUL
Give the order.
(The CHIEF blows his whistle. The FIREMEN fan
out, leaving RAOUL, the CHIEF and the
MANAGERS on stage)
RAOUL (to the MARKSMAN)
You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this
box?
MARKSMAN (appearing from the pit)
Yes, sir.
RAOUL
Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if
you have to - but shoot. To kill.
MARKSMAN
How will I know, sir?
RAOUL
You'll know.
FIRMIN
Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this
will work? Will Miss Daae sing?
RAOUL
Don't worry, Firmin. Andre?
ANDRE
We're in your hands, sir.
CHIEF
My men are now in position, sir.
RAOUL
Go ahead, then.
(Sounding his whistle again, the CHIEF shouts
into the auditorium):
CHIEF
Are the doors secure?
(Exit doors are slammed all over the building, The
FIREMEN answering one by one: "Secure."'
The orchestra falls silent. Very quietly from
nowhere, we hear the VOICE of the PHANTOM)
PHANTOM'S VOICE
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
(ALL look around apprehensively. FIREMEN start to run
in the direction of the VOICE)
PHANTOM'S VOICE (from somewhere else)
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
(Again, they follow the VOICE. This happens several
times, the PHANTOM'S VOICE darting more and more
bewilderingly from place to place. Finally it is heard
from Box Five, and in the confusion the
MARKSMAN fires a shot. RAOUL rounds on the
MARKSMAN furiously)
RAOUL
Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the
times comes!
MARKSMAN
But, Monsieur le Vicomte . . .
(The PHANTOM'S VOICE cuts in, filling the
building. All look up)
PHANTOM'S VOICE
No "buts"! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is
right . . .
Seal my
fate tonight - I
hate to have to
cut the fun short
but the joke's
wearing thin . . .
Let the audience in . . .
Let my opera begin!
"DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT"
(The set of the final scene of "Don Juan
TRIUMPHANT" A huge hall with an arch. Behind the
arch, which has curtains, is a bed. A fine table, laid for
two. PASSARINO, DON JUAN'S servant, is
directing the STAFF as they make the room ready.
They are a crowd of sixteenth century ruffians and
hoydens, proud of their master's reputation as a
libertine)
CHORUS
Here the sire may serve the dam,
here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
utters one despairing bleat!
CARLOTTA AND 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
Passarino, faithful friend,
once again recite the plan.
PASSARINO
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 . . .
PASSARINO
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!"
PASSARINO
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
DON JUAN
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is a__ured,
if I do not forget myself and laugh . . .
(DON JUAN puts on PASSARINO's cloak and goes into
the curtained alcove where the bed awaits.
Although we do not yet know it, the Punjab Lasso 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)
AMINTA (CHRISTINE - offstage, entering)
". . . no thoughts
within her head,
but thoughts of joy!
No dreams
within her heart
but dreams of love!"
PASSARINO (onstage)
Master

(in the original cast recording the following is included in this song not Past the Point of No Return)
PHANTOM
Go before the trap is set and waits for its prey,

You have come here,
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which til now
Has been silent, silent.

I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind, you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses
Completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me, no second glance,
You've decided, decided...