WIGMAKER SEQUENCE

ANTHONY:

Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd! I've found her! I've found Johanna!

TODD:

You have?

ANTHONY:

That monster of a judge has had her locked away in Fogg's Asylum.

Oh, Mr. Todd, she's in there with those screeching, gibbering maniacs-

TODD:

A madhouse! A madhouse! Johanna is as good as rescued.

ANTHONY:

She is?

TODD:

Where do you suppose all the wigmakers of London go to obtain their human hair?

ANTHONY:

Where?

TODD:

Bedlam. They get their hair from the lunatics at Bedlam.

For the right amount they'll sell you the hair off any madman's head. Come!

We will write a letter arranging a visit and offering to this Mr. Fogg the highest price for hair the exact shade of Johanna's - which I trust you know?

ANTHONY:

Yellow.

TODD:

No, not exact enough. I must make you into a credible wigmaker - and quickly.

There's tawny and there's golden saffron,

There's flaxen and there's blonde...

Repeat that. Repeat that!

ANTHONY:

Yes, Mr. Todd.

TODD:

Well?

ANTHONY:

There's tawny and there's golden saffron,

There's flaxen and there's blonde...

TODD: ANTHONY:

Good.

There's coarse and fine,

There's straight and curly,

There's grey, there's white, There's coarse and fine,

There's ash, there's pearly, There's straight and curly,

There's corn-yellow, There's grey, there's white,

Buff and ochre and There's ash, there's pearly,

Straw and apricot... There's corn-yellow...

QUINTET:

Sweeney'd waited too long before-

"Ah, but never again," he swore.

Fortune arrived. "Sweeney!" it sang.

Sweeney was ready, and Sweeney sprang.

Sweeney's problems went up in smoke,

All resolved with a single stroke.

Sweeney was sharp, Sweeney was burning,

Sweeney began the engines turning.

Sweeney's problems went up in smoke,

All resolved with a single stroke.

With a single stroke

By Sweeney!

Sweeney

Didn't wait,

Not Sweeney!

Set the bait,

Did Sweeney!

Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!

ANTHONY: TODD:

With finer textures,

Ash looks fairer,

Which makes it rare, Good.

But flaxen's rarer- Good. Good.

. No! No!

Yes, yes, I know- The flaxen's cheaper...

Cheaper, not rarer

TODD:

Now off with you, off. But, Anthony, listen to me once again. When you have rescued her,

bring her back here. I shall guard her while you hire the chaise to Plymouth.

ANTHONY:

We'll be with you before the evening's out.

TODD:

Good.

ANTHONY:

Thank you, Mr. Todd. Thank you.