Christine DaaƩ: The tears I might have shed for your dark fate / grow cold and turn to tears of *hate*!
The Phantom: Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! Down we plunge to the prison of 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!
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!
The Phantom: Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine! Why? Why?
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.
The Phantom: [singing] Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze...
Christine: [singing] Wildly, my mind beats against you
The Phantom: [singing] You resist...
The Phantom: [singing in unison] ... yet your soul obeys!
Christine: [singing in unison] ... yet the soul
obeys!
The Phantom: [singing in unison] Angel of music, you denied me...
Christine: [singing in unison] Angel of music, I denied you...
The Phantom, Christine: [singing in unison] ... turning from true beauty!
The Phantom: [singing in unison] Angel of music, do not shun me...
Christine: [singing in unison] Angel of music, my protector...
The Phantom: [singing in unison] ... come to your strange Angel!
Christine: [singing in unison] ... come to me, strange Angel!
Christine DaaƩ: Twisted every way, what answer can I give?/Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?/Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?/Do I become his prey?/Do I have any choice?/He kills without a thought/He murders all that's good/I know I can't refuse/And yet, I wish I could/Oh God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me/In this, the Phantom's opera...
[as she attempts to leave the first time]
Carlotta: Andiamo. Tutti. No, es finito. Is finished. Get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye. Bye-bye, dancing girls. Bye-bye. See you later, because I'm going now. It is finished. See you later.
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.
Christine DaaƩ: Angel of Music, you've deceived me. I gave you my mind blindly.
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!
The Phantom: [singing, brokenly] Masquerade... paper faces on parade. Masquerade... hide your face, so the world will never find you...
[Christine appears at his side, gives him her ring]
The Phantom: [heartbroken] Christine, I love you...