Raoul: There is no phantom of the opera.
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The Phantom: Did I NOT instruct that Box 5 was to be left empty?
Meg Giry: He's here, the phantom of the opera!
Christine: It's him!
Carlotta: Your part is silent, little toad!
The Phantom: A toad, madam? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...
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Crowd: [singing] Hunt 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...
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The Phantom: [singing as he descends the staircase at the Masquerade Ball] Why so silent, good messieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good messieurs? I have written you an opera! Here I bring the finished score - Don Juan Triumphant! Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions now before rehearsals start: Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage. Our Don Juan must lose some weight; it's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age. And my managers must learn that their place is in an office. not the arts. As for our star, Miss Christine Daae... no doubt she'll do her best. It's true her voice is good; she knows, though, should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me, her teacher... her teacher.
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Christine: I remember... there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake... There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat... And in the boat, there was a man.
[walks over to the Phantom, at his organ]
Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask?
[touches his face and rips of mask]
The Phantom: [covers face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little *viper*! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you!
[now sad]
The Phantom: Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even bear to look, or dare to think of me?... This lonesome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly yearns for heaven secretly, secretly but Christine... fear can turn to love you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monstor this... repulsive carcass that seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly, secretly...
[crying]
The Phantom: Oh, Christine.
[Christine hands him the mask]
The Phantom: Come. We must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.
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The Phantom: [sung] Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta... as the Pageboy, and put Ms. Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Ms. Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting- in a word... ideal.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.
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Christine: Think of it! A secret engagement. Look, your future bride! Just think of it!
Raoul: But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me.
Christine: No Raoul, Please don't, they'll see.
Raoul: Well, then, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime! Christine, what are you afraid of?
Christine: Let's not argue.
Raoul: Let's not argue.
Christine, Raoul: Please pretend you will/I can only hope that I understand in time!
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The Phantom: Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.
Christine: Angel or father? Friend of phantom? Who is there starting?
The Phantom: Have you forgotten your Angel?
Christine: Angel oh speak, what endless longings? Echo in this whisper.
The Phantom: Too long you've waundered in winter. Far from my fathering gaze.
Christine: Wildly my mind beats against you...
The Phantom: You resist...
The Phantom, Christine: Yet/but your/the soul obeys...
The Phantom, Christine: Angel of Music,you/I denied me/you. Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music, do not shun me/my protector come to your/me, strange Angel!
The Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me, Angel of Music.
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Christine: Angel of Music... who deserved this?
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The Phantom: Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance
Christine Daaé: Angel or father, friend or phantom?
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The Phantom: [to Christine, as he sees Raoul, come to rescue her] Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. Sir,
Christine: Raoul!
The Phantom: this is indeed an *unparalleled* delight. I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true, you have joined and made my night.
Christine: [Struggling to get away from the Phantom who has drawn her to his side] Let me go!
Raoul: Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?
The Phantom: [Mockingly to Christine] 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!
The Phantom: [shouts] The world showed no compassion to me!
Raoul: Christine, Christine, let me see her.
The Phantom: Be my guest, sir.
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Christine Daaé: Angel of Music, you've deceived me. I gave you my mind blindly.
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The Phantom: Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you'll want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of...
[Christine pulls off his mask]
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The Phantom: Did you think that I would harm her?
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The Phantom: Too late for prayers and useless pity!
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The Phantom: [of Raoul] Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool!
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The Phantom: Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night!
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The Phantom: Softly, deftly, music shall carress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.
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The Phantom: [after Christine pulls off his mask and glimpses his face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper!
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The Phantom: Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me?
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The Phantom: [to Christine, talking about himself] This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven. Secretly... secretly...
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The Phantom: [In a note to Raoul] "Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again."
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The Phantom: [On a number of threatening and ordering letters] I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant.
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Madame Giry: The angel sees, the angel knows.
Raoul: Why did Christine fly from my arms?
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The Phantom: I gave you my music... made your song take wing... and now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing... Christine... Christine...
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The Phantom: This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing...
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The Phantom: 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. 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!
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The Phantom: [to Christine] Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate: An eternity of this
[gestures to himself]
The Phantom: before your eyes!
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The Phantom: [Mockingly to Raoul] Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now - except perhaps Christine.
[to Christine]
The Phantom: 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!
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The Phantom: [to Christine of Raoul] His life is now the prize which you must earn!
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The Phantom: [Heart-broken] Christine, I love you...
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Madame Giry: He welcomes you to his opera house...
Firmin: His opera house?
Madame Giry: ...and commands that you leave box 5 empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due.
Firmin: His salary?
Madame Giry: Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.
Firmin: [grabs note from Andre] 20,000 francs?
Madame Giry: Perhaps you can afford more? With the vicomte as your patron?
Firmin: Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight at the gala. But it appears that we have lost our star. A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house.
Madame Giry: Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
Andre: A chorus girl? Don't be silly.
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Firmin, Andre: Who'd believe a diva, happy to relieve a chorus girl who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet, although he may demur, he must have been with her! You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!
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Christine: If he has to kill a thousand men, the Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!
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Christine: My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!
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Christine: In his eyes, all the sadness of the world.
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Christine: Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you.
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Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?
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[repeated line]
Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...
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Christine: [to the Phantom] Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend.
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Christine: [to the Phantom] Why do you curse mercy?
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Raoul: Christine forgive me, please forgive me. I did it all for you and all for nothing!
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Raoul: Say you love him, and my life is over!
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Firmin: What a way to run a business. Spare me these unending trials. Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers. Opera, to hell with Gluck and Handel; have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit.
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Evil Gypsy: [Whilst beating young Erik] You damn demon!
[Another hit]
Evil Gypsy: Villain!
[Another hit]
Evil Gypsy: Ne'er do-well!
[Another]
Evil Gypsy: Libertine!
[Another]
Evil Gypsy: Dangerous!
[Another]
Evil Gypsy: Hideous!
[Another]
Evil Gypsy: Monstrous!
[Another]
Evil Gypsy: BEAST!
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Andre: Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!
Firmin: Andre, please don't shout... It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity!
Andre: But we have no cast!
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Christine: Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face... But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind... And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before.
Raoul: What you heard was a dream and nothing more.
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Raoul: [Desperate] Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?
The Phantom: [to Christine, mocking and humourous] Your lover makes a passionate plea.
Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion...
The Phantom: [Suddenly enraged] The world showed no compassion to me!
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The Phantom: You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent... SILENT! I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already sucummed to me. Dropped all defenses, completely sucummed to me. Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. You've decided... DECIDED! Past the point of no return. No backward glances... our games of make-believe are at an end! Past all thought of if or when. No use resisting... abandon thought and let the dream descend! What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desires unlock its door? What sweet seductions lie before us? Past the point of no return. The final threshold... what warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no... return!
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The Phantom: 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!
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The Phantom: Let the Opera begin!
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Raoul: [angryly] Why make her lie to you to save me?
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Madame Giry: Those who speak of what they know / learn too late that prudent silence is wise / Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! / Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!
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Christine: Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God, give me courage to show you you are not alone!
[kisses the Phantom]
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Crowd: Masquerade! Every face a different shade. Masquerade. Look around, there's another mask behind you!
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Meg Giry: He's here! That Phantom of the Opera
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Raoul: I fought so hard to free you!
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Christine: Say you love me.
Raoul: You know I do.
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Raoul: No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears, I'm here. Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.
Christine: Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you.
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Christine: Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world... Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore...
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Auctioneer: Lot 666 then, ladies and gentlemen: a chandelier, in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained. Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts for the new electric lights. Perhaps we can frighten the ghosts of so many years ago... with a little illumination. Gentlemen!
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Christine: I remember... there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake... There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat...
[pause]
Christine: ... And in the boat, there was a man.
[walks over to the Phantom, at his organ]
Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask?
[touches his face and rips of mask]
The Phantom: [covers face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little *viper*! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you!
The Phantom: [changes mood from angry to sad] Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even bear to look, or dare to think of me?... This l
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