欧阳科创编 2021.02.05 LesMiserables欧阳科创编 2021.02.05Act IPrologue - Work SongValjean Arrested, Valjean ForgivenWhat Have I Done? (Valjean's Soliloquy) At The End of the DayI Dreamed a DreamLovely LadiesFantine's ArrestThe Runaway CartWho Am I? (The Trial)Come To Me (Fantine's Death)The ConfrontationCastle on a CloudMaster of the HouseThe BargainThe Thénardier Waltz of TreacheryLook DownThe RobberyJavert's Intervention (Another Brawl) StarsEponine's ErrandThe ABC Cafe - Red and BlackDo You Hear the People Sing?Rue Plumet - In My LifeA Heart Full of LoveThe Attack on Rue PlumetOne Day More!Act IIAt the Barricade (Upon these Stones) On My OwnBuilding the BarricadeJavert's ArrivalLittle PeopleA Little Fall of Rain (Eponine's Death) Night of AnguishFirst AttackDrink With MeBring Him HomeDawn of AnguishThe Second AttackDeath of GavrocheThe Final BattleDog Eats DogThe SewersJavert's SuicideTurningEmpty Chairs at Empty TablesEvery Day (Marius and Cosette) Valjean's ConfessionThe Wedding ChoraleBeggars at the FeastEpilogueFinalePrologue - Work Song1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by brutal warders, works in the sun. Chorus (Prisoners):Look down, look downDon't look 'em in the eyeLook down, look down,You're here until you die1st Convict:The sun is strongIt's hot as hell belowChorus:Look down, look down,There's twenty years to go2nd Convict:I've done no wrong!Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer!Chorus:Look down, look down,Sweet Jesus doesn't care3rd Convict:I know she'll wait,I know that she'll be true!Chorus:Look down, look down,They've all forgotten you4th Convict:When I get free ya won't see meHere for dust!Chorus:Look down, look downDon't look 'em in the eye5th Convict:How long, oh LordBefore you let me die?Chorus:Look down, look down,You'll always be a slaveLook down, look down,You're standing in your graveJavert:Now bring me prisoner 24601Your time is upAnd your parole's begunYou know what that means.Valjean:Yes, it means I'm free.Javert:No!It means you getYour yellow ticket-of-leaveYou are a thiefValjean:I stole a loaf of bread.Javert:You robbed a house.Valjean:I broke a window pane.My sister's child was close to deathAnd we were starving.Javert:You will starve againUnless you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean:I know the meaning of those 19 yearsA slave of the lawJavert:Five years for what you didThe rest because you tried to runYes, 24601.Valjean:My name is Jean ValjeanJavert:And I am JavertDo not forget my name!Do not forget me,24601.Chorus:Look down, look downYou'll always be a slaveLook down, look downYou're standing in your grave. Valjean:Freedom is mine. The earth is still.I feel the wind. I breathe again.And the sky clearsThe world is waking.Drink from the pool. How clean the taste. Never forget the years, the waste.Nor forgive themFor what they've done.They are the guilty - everyone.The day begins...And now lets seeWhat this new worldWill do for me!He finds work on a farm.Farmer:You'll have to goI'll pay you off for the dayCollect your bits and pieces thereAnd be on your way.Valjean:You have given me halfWhat the other men get!This handful of tinWouldn't buy my sweat!Laborer:You broke the lawIt's there for people to seeWhy should you get the sameAs honest men like me?Valjean:Now every door is closed to meAnother jail. Another key. Another chain For when I come to any townThey check my papersAnd they find the mark of CainIn their eyes I see their fear`We do not want you here.'He comes to an inn.Innkeeper's Wife:My rooms are fullAnd I've no supper to spareI'd like to help a strangerAll we want is to be fairValjean:I will pay in advanceI can sleep in a barnYou see how dark it isI'm not some kind of dog!Innkeeper:You leave my houseOr feel the weight of my rodWe're law-abiding people hereThanks be to God.They throw him out of the inn.Valjean:And now I know how freedom feelsThe jailer always at your heelsIt is the law!This piece of paper in my handThat makes me cursed throughout the landIt is the law!Like a curI walk the street,The dirt beneath their feet.He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne. Bishop:Come in, Sir, for you are weary,And the night is cold out there.Though our lives are very humbleWhat we have, we have to share.There is wine here to revive you.There is bread to make you strong,There's a bed to rest till morning,Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.Valjean:He let me eat my fillI had the lion's shareThe silver in my handCost twice what I had earnedIn all those nineteen years -That lifetime of despairAnd yet he trusted me.The old fool trusted me -He'd done his bit of goodI played the grateful serfAnd thanked him like I shouldBut when the house was still,I got up in the night.Took the silverTook my flight!Taking the silver cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables.Valjean Arrested, Valjean ForgivenConstables1. Tell his reverence your story2. Let us see if he's impressed1. You were lodging here last night2. You were the honest Bishop's guest.And then, out of Christian goodnessWhen he learned about your plight1. You maintain he made a present of this silver. Bishop:That is right.But my friend you left so earlySurely something slipped your mindThe bishop gives Valjean two silver candlesticks.You forgot I gave these alsoWould you leave the best behind?So, Messieurs, you may release himFor this man has spoken trueI commend you for your dutyAnd God's blessing go with you.Constables leave. The bishop addresses Valjean.But remember this, my brotherSee in this some higher planYou must use this precious silverTo become an honest manBy the witness of the martyrsBy the Passion and the BloodGod has raised you out of darknessI have bought your soul for God!What Have I Done? (Valjean's Soliloquy) Valjean:What have I done?Sweet Jesus, what have I done?Become a thief in the night,Become a dog on the runAnd have I fallen so far,And is the hour so lateThat nothing remains but the cry of my hate,The cries in the dark that nobody hears,Here where I stand at the turning of the years?If there's another way to goI missed it twenty long years agoMy life was a war that could never be wonThey gave me a number and murdered ValjeanWhen they chained me and left me for deadJust for stealing a mouthful of breadYet why did I allow that manTo touch my soul and teach me love?He treated me like any otherHe gave me his trustHe called me brotherMy life he claims for God aboveCan such things be?For I had come to hate the worldThis world that always hated meTake an eye for an eye!Turn your heart into stone!This is all I have lived for!This is all I have known!One word from him and I'd be backBeneath the lash, upon the rackInstead he offers me my freedomI feel my shame inside me like a knifeHe told me that I have a soul,How does he know?What spirit comes to move my life?Is there another way to go?I am reaching, but I fallAnd the night is closing inAnd I stare into the voidTo the whirlpool of my sinI'll escape now from the worldFrom the world of Jean ValjeanJean Valjean is nothing nowAnother story must begin!He tears up his yellow ticket-of-leave.At The End of The Day1823, Montreuil-sur-Mer. Outside the factory owned by the Mayor, Monsieur Madeleine (Jean Valjean in disguise).The Poor:At the end of the day you're another day olderAnd that's all you can say for the life of the poorIt's a struggle, it's a warAnd there's nothing that anyone's givingOne more day standing about, what is it for?One day less to be living.At the end of the day you're another day colderAnd the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chillAnd the righteous hurry pastThey don't hear the little ones cryingAnd the winter is coming on fast, ready to killOne day nearer to dying!At the end of the day there's another day dawningAnd the sun in the morning is waiting to riseLike the waves crash on the sandLike a storm that'll break any secondThere's a hunger in the landThere's a reckoning still to be reckoned andThere's gonna be hell to payAt the end of the day!The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge from the factory.Foreman:At the end of the day you get nothing for nothingSitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any breadWorker 1:Here are children back at homeWorkers 1&2:And the children have got to be fedWorker 2:And you're lucky to be in a jobWoman:And in a bed!Workers:And we're counting our blessings!Woman 2:Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?Woman 3:It's because little Fantine won't give him his wayWoman 1:Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!Woman 4:And the boss, he never knowsThat the foreman is always in heatWoman 3:If Fantine doesn't look out, watch how she goesShe'll be out on the street!Workers:At the end of the day it's another day overWith enough in your pocket to last for a weekPay the landlord, pay the shopKeep on grafting as long as you're ableKeep on grafting till you dropOr it's back to the crumbs off the tableYou've got to pay your wayAt the end of the day!Girl: (Grabbing a letter from Fantine)And what have we here, little innocent sister?Come on Fantine, let's have all the news!Reading the letter.Ooh... "dear Fantine you must send us more money...Your child needs a doctor...There's no time to lose..."Fantine:Give that letter to meIt is none of your businessWith a husband at homeAnd a bit on the side!Is there anyone hereWho can swear before GodShe has nothing to fear?She has nothing to hide?They fight over the letter. Valjean (M. Madeleine) rushes on to break up the squabble. Valjean:Will someone tear these two apart?What is this fighting all about?This is a factory, not a circus!Now come on ladies, settle downI run a business of reputeI am the Mayor of this town(To the foreman)I look to you to sort this outAnd be as patient as you can-He goes back into the factory.Foreman:Now someone say how this began!Girl:At the end of the dayShe's the one who began itThere's a kid that she's hidingIn some little townThere's a man she has to payYou can guess how she picks up the extraYou can bet she's earning her keepSleeping aroundAnd the boss wouldn't like it!Fantine:Yes it's true there's a childAnd the child is my daughterAnd her father abandoned us,Leaving us flatNow she lives with an innkeeper manAnd his wifeAnd I pay for the childWhat's the matter with that?Women:At the end of the dayShe'll be nothing but troubleAnd there's trouble for allWhen there's trouble for one!While we're earning our daily breadShe's the one with her hands in the butterYou must send the slut awayOr we're all gonna end in the gutterAnd it's us who'll have to payAt the end of the day!Foreman:I might have known the bitch could biteI might have known the cat had clawsI might have guessed your little secretAh, yes, the virtuous FantineWho keeps herself so pure and cleanYou'd be the cause I had no doubtOf any trouble hereaboutYou play a virgin in the lightBut need no urgin' in the night.Girl:She's been laughing at youWhile she's having her menWomen:She'll be nothing but trouble again and again Woman:You must sack her todayWorkers:Sack the girl today!Foreman:Right my girl. On your way!I Dreamed a DreamFantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute. Fantine:There was a time when men were kindWhen their voices were softAnd their words invitingThere was a time when love was blindAnd the world was a songAnd the song was excitingThere was a timeThen it all went wrongI dreamed a dream in time gone byWhen hope was highAnd life worth livingI dreamed that love would never dieI dreamed that God would be forgivingThen I was young and unafraidAnd dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paidNo song unsung, no wine untastedBut the tigers come at nightWith their voices soft as thunderAs they tear your hope apartAnd they turn your dream to shameHe slept a summer by my sideHe filled my days with endless wonderHe took my childhood in his strideBut he was gone when autumn cameAnd still I dream he'll come to meThat we will live the years togetherBut there are dreams that cannot beAnd there are storms we cannot weatherI had a dream my life would beSo different from this hell I'm livingSo different now from what it seemedNow life has killed the dream I dreamed.Lovely LadiesThe docks. Sailors, whores and their customers, pimps, etc. Fantine wanders in. Sailor 1:I smell womenSmell 'em in the airThink I'll drop my anchorIn that harbor over thereSailor 2:Lovely ladiesSmell 'em through the smokeSeven days at seaCan make you hungry for a pokeSailor 3:Even stokers need a little stoke!Women:Lovely ladiesWaiting for a biteWaiting for the customersWho only come at nightLovely ladiesReady for the callStanding up or lying downOr any way at allBargain prices up against the wallOld Woman:Come here, my dearLet's see this trinket you wearThis bagatelle...Fantine:Madame, I'll sell it to you...Old Woman:I'll give you fourFantine:That wouldn't pay for the chain!Old Woman:I'll give you five. You're far too eager to sell. It's up to you.Fantine:It's all I haveOld Woman:That's not my faultFantine:Please make it tenOld Woman:No more than fiveMy dear, we all must stay alive!Women:Lovely ladiesWaiting in the darkReady for a thick oneOr a quick one in the parkWhore 1:Long time short timeAny time, my dearCost a little extra if you want to take all year!All:Quick and cheap is underneath the pier!欧阳科创编 2021.02.05欧阳科创编 2021.02.05 Crone: What pretty hair! What pretty locks you got there What luck you got. It's worth a centime, my dear I'll take the lot Fantine: Don't touch me! Leave me alone! Crone: Let's make a price. I'll give you all of ten francs, Just think of that! Fantine: It pays a debt Crone: Just think of that Fantine: What can I do? It pays a debt. Ten francs may save my poor Cosette! Sailor 3:。
