Todd of Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's elixir, and I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud, concocted from piss and ink. And furthermore, "signor" - I have serviced no kings, yet I wager I can shave a cheek with ten times more dexterity that any street mountebank. You see these razors? I lay them against five pounds you are no match, sir. Either accept my challenge or reveal yourself as a sham. You hear zis foolish man? Now, please, you will see how he will regret his folly! Toby! Who's for a free shave? Will Beadle Bamford be the judge? Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors. Ready? Ready! Ready. The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner. Now, signorini, signori, We mix-a da lather But first-a you gather around, signorini, signori, you looking a man who have had-a da glory to shave-a da Pope. Mr. Sweeney-so-smart- Oh, I beg-a you pardon - 'll call me a lie, was-a only a cardinal- Nope! It was-a da Pope! To shave-a da face, To cut-a da hair, Require da grace Require da flair, For if-a you slip, You nick da skin, You clip-a da chin, You rip-a da lip a bit Beyond-a repair! To shave-a da face Or even a part Without it-a smart Require da heart. Not just-a da flash, it take-a panache, it take-a da passion for da art. To shave-a da face, To trim-a da beard, To make-a da bristle clean like a whistle, Dis is from early infancy da talent give to me by God! It take-a da skill, It take-a da brains, It take-a da will to take-a da pains, It take-a da pace, it take-a da graaaaaace... The winner is Todd. Sir, I bow to a skill far greater than my own. The five pounds. May the good Lord smile on you... until we meet again. Come, boy. Suppose it's just me gentle heart, but I do hate to see a boy treated like that. Congratulations, Mr. Todd. May I ask you, sir, do you have an own establishment? He certainly does. Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor - above my meat pie emporium in Fleet Street. I thank you, sir. You are a paragon of integrity. Well, I try to do my best for my friends and neighbors... Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say? Yes, sir. Then, Mr. Todd, you will surely see me there before the week is out. You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I can guarantee to give you without a penny's charge, the closest shave you will ever know. Come on, off... ...Like to give me a coronary right there! ...It's not much of a chair, but it'll do. Was me poor Albert's chair. Sat in it all day long he did, after his leg give out with the gout. Why doesn't the Beadle come? "Before the week is out," that's what he said. And who says the week's out? It's only Tuesday. Easy now. Hush, love, hush. Don’t distress yourself, What’s your rush? Keep your thoughts nice and lush. Wait. Hush, love, hush. Think it through. Once it bubbles, then what’s to do? Watch it close. Let it brew. Wait. I’ve been thinking, flowers- Maybe daisies- To brighten up the room. Don’t you think some flowers, pretty daisies, might relieve the gloom? Ah, wait, love, wait. And the Judge? When will we get to him? Can't you think of nothing else? Always broodin' away on yer wrongs what happened heaven knows how many years ago... Come on. Slow, love, slow. Time's so fast. Now goes quickly, see Now it's past! Soon will come, soon will last. Wait. Don’t you know, silly man, half the fun is to plan the plan? All good things come to those who can wait. Gillyflowers, maybe, 'stead of daisies... I don’t know, though... What do you think? Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me... Mrs. Lovett, sir. A pleasure, ma'am - Mr. Todd, there's a girl who needs my help, such a sad girl and lonely, and beautiful too and- Slow down, slow down. Yes, I'm sorry... This girl has a guardian who he keeps her locked away. But then this morning she dropped this... It's surely a sign that Johanna wants me to help her ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Перл Харбор на английском - текст Шестнадцать свечей на английском - текст Схватка на английском - текст Основной инстинкт 2 на английском - текст Детская ревность на английском |