Andr-
Your public needs you!
Firmin-
We need you too!
Carlotta-
Would you not rather have your
precious little ingnue?
Andr and Firmin-
Signora, no.
The world wants you.
Prima donna,
first lady of the stage!
Your devotees
are on their knees
to implore you!
Can you bow out
when they're shouting
your name?
Firmin-
Think of how they all adore you.
Andr and Firmin-
Prima donna,
enchant us once again
Think of your muse...
Firmin-
And of the queues
round the theatre!
Andr and Firmin-
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Andre and Firmin-
Sing, prima donna,
once more!
|Raoul-
|Christine spoke of an angel...
|Carlotta-
|Prima donna,
your song shall live again!
|Andr and Firmin-
|Think of your public!
|Carlotta-
|You took a snub,
|but there's a public
|who needs you!
|Giry-
|She has heard the voice
|of the angel of music...
|Andr and Firmin-
|Those who hear your voice
|liken you to an angel!
|Carlotta-
|Think of their cry
|of undying
|support!
|Raoul-
|Is this her angel of music...?
|Andr-
|We get our opera...
|Firmin-
|She gets her limelight!
|Carlotta-
|Follow where the limelight
|leads you!
|Is this ghost
|an angel or a madman...?
|Raoul-
|Angel or madmadman...?
|Andr and Firmin-
|Leading ladies are a trial!
|Carlotta-
|Prima donna,
|your song shall never die!
|Voice of hell, or of heaven...?
|Heaven help you,|those who doubt...
|Carlotta
|You'll sing again,
|and to unending
|ovation!
|Raoul
|Orders! Warnings!
|Lunatic demands!
|This miscasting
|Will invite damnation...
|Andr and Firmin
|Tears... oaths...
|lunatic demands
|are regular occurences!
|Bliss or damnation?
|Which has claimed her...?
|Carlotta-
|Think how you'll shine
|in that final
|encore!
|Sing, prima donna,
|once more!
|Giry-
|Oh fools,
|to have flouted his warnings!
|Raoul-
|Surely, for her sake...
|Surely he'll strike back...
|Andr and Firmin-
|Surely there'll be further scenes -
|worse than this!
|Giry-
|Think, before
|these demands are rejected!
|Raoul-
|...I must see these demands are rejected!
|...if his threats
|and demands are rejected!
|Andr and Firmin-
|Who'd believe a diva
|happy to relieve a
|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!
|Meg and Raoul
|Christine must be protected!
|Carlotta-
|O, fortunata!
|Non ancor
|abbandonata!
|Andr and Firmin-
|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!
|Raoul-
|His game is over!
|Giry-
|This is a game
|you cannot hope to win!
|Raoul-
|And in Box Five
|a new game will begin...
|Giry-
|For, if his curse
|is on this opera...
|But if his curse
|is on this opera...
|Andr and Firmin-
|Prima donna,
|the world is at your feet!
|A nation waits,
|and how it hates,
|to be cheated!
|Carlotta-
|The stress that falls upon a
|famous prima donna!
|Terrible deseases,
|coughs and colds and sneezes!
|Still, the dryest throat
|will reach the highest note,
|in search of perfect
|opera!
|Meg and Giry-
|...then I fear the outcome...
|Raoul-
|Christine plays the Pageboy,
|Carlotta plays the Countess...
|Giry-
|...should you dare to...
|...when you once again...
Light up the stage
with that age-old rapport!
Sing, prima donna,
once more!
Phantom(spoken)-
So, it is war between us! If these demands are not met, a disaster
beyond your imagination... will occur!
Once more!

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