Andrew Lloyd Webber Down Once More/Track Down This Murderer Lyrics

THE LABYRINTH UNDERGROUND

PHANTOM (furiously propelling the boat onwards)
Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair!
Down we plungeto the prisonof my mind!
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

MOB (offstage)
Track down this murderer!
He must be found!

PHANTOM (moving off again)
Hounded out by everyone!
Met with hatred everywhere!
No kind word from anyone!
No compassion anywhere!
Christine, Christine . . .
Why, why . . .?

(RAOUL and GIRY appear above. They make their way
down, meeting a pack of rats. GlRY screams and lowers
her guard. The rats and the RATCATCHER pass them.
GIRY raises her hand again)

GIRY
Your hand at the level of your eyes!

RAOUL
. . . at the level of your eyes . . .

MOB (offstage)
Your hand at the level of your eyes!

GIRY
He lives across the lake, monsieur. This is as far as
I dare go.

RAOUL
Madame Giry, thank you.

(She turns to go back up the slope. RAOUL looks at the
water. He removes his coat and plunges in. The MOB
appears at the top of the slope. They come
down to the lake edge, their torches flickering.)

MOB
Track down this murderer - He must be found!
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground!
Too long he's preyed on us - but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below . . .
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera . . .

(They turn back up the slope. Perhaps there is another
way in. The gate to the lair descends, as the rest of the lair appears.)

BEYOND THE LAKE II

(The dummy of CHRlSTlNE sits crumpled on a large
throne. The PHANTOM drags CHRISTINE roughly out of
the boat. She frees herself and backs away as he stares
blackly out front. Braving her terror, she addresses him
fiercely).

CHRISTINE
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your l___ for blood?
(no reply)
Am I now to be prey to your l___ for flesh?

PHANTOM (Coldly)
That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood
has also denied me the joys of the flesh . . .
this face - the infection which poisons our love . . .

(He lakes the bridal veil front the dummy, and moves
slowly towards her)

This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing . . .
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing . . .
Pity comes too late - turn around and face your fate:
an eternity of this before your eyes!

CHRISTINE
This haunted face holds no horror for me now . . .
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies . . .

PHANTOM
Wait! I think, my dear,
we have a guest!

(to RAOUL)

Sir, this is indeed
an unparalleled delight!
I had rather hoped
that you would come.
And now my wish comes true -
you have truly made my night!

RAOUL (pleading, grasping the bars of the gate)
Free her!
Do what you like
only free her!
Have you no pity?

PHANTOM (to CHRISTINE, dryly)
Your lover makes
a passionate plea!

CHRISTINE
Please, Raoul, it's useless . . .

RAOUL
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion . . .

PHANTOM (snarls furiously at RAOUL)
The world showed no
compassion to me!

RAOUL
Christine . . .
Christine . . .
(to PHANTOM)
Let me see her . . .

PHANTOM (drily)
Be my guest, sir . .

(He gestures, and the fence rises. RAOUL enters)

Monsieur, I
bid you welcome!
Did you think that
I would harm her?
Why should I make
her pay
for the sins which
are yours?

(So saying, he takes the Punjab lasso and, before RAOUL
has a chance to move, catches him by the neck. The end
of the rope, of which the PHANTOM has let go, remains
magically suspended in mid-air)

(taunting)
Order your fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
Nothing can save you now -
except perhaps Christine . . .
(He turns to her)
Start a new life with me -
Buy his freedom with your love!
Refuse me, and you send your lover to his
death!
This is the choice -
This is the point of no return!

CHRISTINE (to the PHANTOM)
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold, and turn to tears of hate . . .

RAOUL (despairing)
Christine, forgive me please forgive me . . .
I did it all for you, and all for nothing . . .

CHRISTINE (looking at the PHANTOM but to herself)
Farewell
my fallen idol and false friend . . .
One by one I've watched illusions shattered . . .

PHANTOM
Past all hope of cries for help: no point in fighting -

RAOUL
Either way you choose, he has to win . . .

PHANTOM
For either way you choose, you cannot win!
So, do you end your days with me,
or do you send him to his grave?

RAOUL (to PHANTOM)
Why make her lie to you, to save me?

CHRISTINE
Angel of Music . . .

PHANTOM
Past the point of no return -

RAOUL
For pity's sake, Christine, say no!

CHRISTINE
. . . why this torment?

PHANTOM
. . . the final threshold . . .

RAOUL
Don't throw your life away for my sake . . .

CHRISTINE
When will you see reason . . .?

PHANTOM
His life is now the prize which you must earn!

RAOUL
I fought so hard to free you . . .

CHRISTINE
Angel of Music . . .

PHANTOM
You've passed the point of no return . . .

CHRISTINE
. . . you deceived me -
I gave my mind blindly . . .

PHANTOM (to CHRISTINE)
You try my patience -
make your choice!

(She reflects for a moment, then with resolution moves
slowly towards the PHANTOM)

CHRISTINE (quietly at first, then with growing
emotion)
Pitiful creature
of darkness . . .
What kind of life
have you known . . .?
God give me courage
to show you
you are not
alone . . .

(Now calmly facing him, she kisses him long and full on
the lips. The embrace lasts a long time. RAOUL watches
in horror and wonder.
The PHANTOM lakes a lighted candle and holds it
above RAOUL's head. A tense moment. But the
suspended rope suddenly falls harmlessly - the
PHANTOM has burned the thread by which the noose was
held. Resigned, he addresses RAOUL, as we hear the
offstage voices of the approaching MOB)

MOB
Some:
Track down this
murderer -
he must be found!
Hunt out this
animal,
who runs to ground!
Too long he's
preyed on us -
but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
deep down below . .
Others:
Who is this monster,
this murdering beast?
Revenge for Piangi!
Revenge for Buquet!
This creature
must never go free . . .

PHANTOM
Take her - forget me - forget all of this . . .
Leave me alone - forget all you've seen . . .
Go now - don't let them find you!
Take the boat - leave me here - go now,
don't wait . . .
Just take her and go - before it's too late . . .
Go . . .
Go now - go now and leave me!

(RAOUL and CHRISTINE move off towards the boat.
The PHANTOM looks mockingly at his mask. The
musical box starts up magically, and he listens to it)

PHANTOM
Masquerade . . .
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade . . .
Hide your face
so the world will
never find you . . .

(CHRISTINE re-enters and walks slowly towards him.
She takes off her ring and gives it to the PHANTOM)

PHANTOM
Christine, I love you . . .

(She hurries off The PHANTOM puts the ring on his
finger)

PHANTOM
I love you...

CHRISTINE (In the distance, to RAOUL, as the boat
pulls away in the shadow)
Say you'll share with
me, one
love, one lifetime . . .

PHANTOM
I love you...

CHRISTINE
Say the word
and I will follow you . .

RAOUL
Share each day with me . . .
CHRISTINE
. . . each night . . .

PHANTOM
I LOVE YOU!

BOTH
. . . each morning . . .

PHANTOM (looking after her)
You alone
can make my song take flight!
it's over now, the music of the night!

(The PHANTOM walks slowly towards the throne. He
takes his place on it, sitting on his cloak.
The MOB including MEG, appears above, climbing
down the portcullis. As the MOB enters the lair, the
PHANTOM wraps his cloak around himself and
disappears.
MEG crosses to the throne and picks up his mask in her
small hand)

--------------------END OF ACT II----------------------

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