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.