音乐剧《悲惨世界》剧本

Les Miserables Act I Prologue - Work Song Valjean Arrested, Valjean Forgiven What Have I Done? (Valjean's Soliloquy) At The End of the Day I Dreamed a Dream Lovely Ladies Fantine's Arrest The Runaway Cart Who Am I? (The Trial) Come To Me (Fantine's Death) The Confrontation Castle on a Cloud Master of the House The Bargain The Thénardier Waltz of Treachery Look Down The Robbery Javert's Intervention (Another Brawl) Stars Eponine's Errand The ABC Cafe - Red and Black Do You Hear the People Sing? Rue Plumet - In My Life A Heart Full of Love The Attack on Rue Plumet One Day More! Act II At the Barricade (Upon these Stones) On My Own Building the Barricade Javert's Arrival Little People A Little Fall of Rain (Eponine's Death) Night of Anguish First Attack Drink With Me Bring Him Home Dawn of Anguish The Second Attack Death of Gavroche The Final Battle Dog Eats Dog The Sewers Javert's Suicide Turning Empty Chairs at Empty Tables Every Day (Marius and Cosette) Valjean's Confession The Wedding Chorale Beggars at the Feast Epilogue Finale - 1 - - 2 - Prologue - Work Song 1815, Toulon, France. The chain gang, overseen by brutal warders, works in the sun. Chorus (Prisoners): Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye Look down, look down, You're here until you die 1st Convict: The sun is strong It's hot as hell below Chorus: Look down, look down, There's twenty years to go 2nd Convict: I've done no wrong! Sweet Jesus, hear my prayer! Chorus: Look down, look down, Sweet Jesus doesn't care 3rd Convict: I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true! Chorus: Look down, look down, They've all forgotten you 4th Convict: When I get free ya won't see me Here for dust! Chorus: Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye 5th Convict: How long, oh Lord Before you let me die? Chorus: Look down, look down, You'll always be a slave Look down, look down, You're standing in your grave Javert: Now bring me prisoner 24601 Your time is up And your parole's begun You know what that means. Valjean: Yes, it means I'm free. Javert: No! It means you get Your yellow ticket-of-leave You are a thief Valjean: I stole a loaf of bread. Javert: You robbed a house. Valjean: I broke a window pane. My sister's child was close to death And we were starving. Javert: You will starve again Unless you learn the meaning of the law. Valjean: I know the meaning of those 19 years A slave of the law Javert: Five years for what you did The rest because you tried to run Yes, 24601. Valjean: My name is Jean Valjean Javert: And I am Javert Do not forget my name! Do not forget me, 24601. Chorus: Look down, look down You'll always be a slave Look down, look down You're standing in your grave. Valjean: Freedom is mine. The earth is still. I feel the wind. I breathe again. And the sky clears The world is waking. Drink from the pool. How clean the taste. Never forget the years, the waste. Nor forgive them For what they've done. They are the guilty - everyone. The day begins... And now lets see What this new world Will do for me! He finds work on a farm. Farmer: You'll have to go I'll pay you off for the day Collect your bits and pieces there And be on your way. Valjean: You have given me half What the other men get! This handful of tin Wouldn't buy my sweat! Laborer: You broke the law It's there for people to see Why should you get the same As honest men like me? Valjean: Now every door is closed to me Another jail. Another key. Another chain - 3 - For when I come to any town They check my papers And they find the mark of Cain In their eyes I see their fear `We do not want you here.' He comes to an inn. Innkeeper's Wife: My rooms are full And I've no supper to spare I'd like to help a stranger All we want is to be fair Valjean: I will pay in advance I can sleep in a barn You see how dark it is I'm not some kind of dog! Innkeeper: You leave my house Or feel the weight of my rod We're law-abiding people here Thanks be to God. They throw him out of the inn. Valjean: And now I know how freedom feels The jailer always at your heels It is the law! This piece of paper in my hand That makes me cursed throughout the land It is the law! Like a cur I 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 humble What 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 fill I had the lion's share The silver in my hand Cost twice what I had earned In all those nineteen years - That lifetime of despair And yet he trusted me. The old fool trusted me - He'd done his bit of good I played the grateful serf And thanked him like I should But when the house was still, I got up in the night. Took the silver Took my flight! Taking the silver cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables. Valjean Arrested, Valjean Forgiven Constables 1. Tell his reverence your story 2. Let us see if he's impressed 1. You were lodging here last night 2. You were the honest Bishop's guest. And then, out of Christian goodness When he learned about your plight 1. You maintain he made a present of this silver. Bishop: That is right. But my friend you left so early Surely something slipped your mind The bishop gives Valjean two silver candlesticks. You forgot I gave these also Would you leave the best behind? So, Messieurs, you may release him For this man has spoken true I commend you for your duty And God's blessing go with you. Constables leave. The bishop addresses Valjean. But remember this, my brother See in this some higher plan You must use this precious silver To become an honest man By the witness of the martyrs By the Passion and the Blood God has raised you out of darkness I 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 run And have I fallen so far, And is the hour so late That 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 go I missed it twenty long years ago My life was a war that could never be won They gave me a number and murdered Valjean When they chained me and left me for dead Just for stealing a mouthful of bread Yet why did I allow that man To touch my soul and teach me love? - 4 - He treated me like any other He gave me his trust He called me brother My life he claims for God above Can such things be? For I had come to hate the world This world that always hated me Take 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 back Beneath the lash, upon the rack Instead he offers me my freedom I feel my shame inside me like a knife He 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 fall And the night is closing in And I stare into the void To the whirlpool of my sin I'll escape now from the world From the world of Jean Valjean Jean Valjean is nothing now Another story must begin! He tears up his yellow ticket-of-leave. At The End of The Day 1823, 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 older And that's all you can say for the life of the poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be living. At the end of the day you're another day colder And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill And the righteous hurry past They don't hear the little ones crying And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill One day nearer to dying! At the end of the day there's another day dawning And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise Like the waves crash on the sand Like a storm that'll break any second There's a hunger in the land There's a reckoning still to be reckoned and There's gonna be hell to pay At 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 nothing Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread Worker 1: Here are children back at home Workers 1&2: And the children have got to be fed Worker 2: And you're lucky to be in a job Woman: 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 way Woman 1: Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands! Woman 4: And the boss, he never knows That the foreman is always in heat Woman 3: If Fantine doesn't look out, watch how she goes She'll be out on the street! Workers: At the end of the day it's another day over With enough in your pocket to last for a week Pay the landlord, pay the shop Keep on grafting as long as you're able Keep on grafting till you drop Or it's back to the crumbs off the table You've got to pay your way At 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 me It is none of your business With a husband at home And a bit on the side! Is there anyone here Who can swear before God She has nothing to fear? - 5 - 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 down I run a business of repute I am the Mayor of this town (To the foreman) I look to you to sort this out And 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 day She's the one who began it There's a kid that she's hiding In some little town There's a man she has to pay You can guess how she picks up the extra You can bet she's earning her keep Sleeping around And the boss wouldn't like it! Fantine: Yes it's true there's a child And the child is my daughter And her father abandoned us, Leaving us flat Now she lives with an innkeeper man And his wife And I pay for the child What's the matter with that? Women: At the end of the day She'll be nothing but trouble And there's trouble for all When there's trouble for one! While we're earning our daily bread She's the one with her hands in the butter You must send the slut away Or we're all gonna end in the gutter And it's us who'll have to pay At the end of the day! Foreman: I might have known the bitch could bite I might have known the cat had claws I might have guessed your little secret Ah, yes, the virtuous Fantine Who keeps herself so pure and clean You'd be the cause I had no doubt Of any trouble hereabout You play a virgin in the light But need no urgin' in the night. Girl: She's been laughing at you While she's having her men Women: She'll be nothing but trouble again and again Woman: You must sack her today Workers: Sack the girl today! Foreman: Right my girl. On your way! I Dreamed a Dream Fantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute. Fantine: There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart And they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. Lovely Ladies The docks. Sailors, whores and their customers, pimps, etc. Fantine wanders in. Sailor 1: I smell women - 6 - Smell 'em in the air Think I'll drop my anchor In that harbor over there Sailor 2: Lovely ladies Smell 'em through the smoke Seven days at sea Can make you hungry for a poke Sailor 3: Even stokers need a little stoke! Women: Lovely ladies Waiting for a bite Waiting for the customers Who only come at night Lovely ladies Ready for the call Standing up or lying down Or any way at all Bargain prices up against the wall Old Woman: Come here, my dear Let's see this trinket you wear This bagatelle... Fantine: Madame, I'll sell it to you... Old Woman: I'll give you four Fantine: 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 have Old Woman: That's not my fault Fantine: Please make it ten Old Woman: No more than five My dear, we all must stay alive! Women: Lovely ladies Waiting in the dark Ready for a thick one Or a quick one in the park Whore 1: Long time short time Any time, my dear Cost a little extra if you want to take all year! All: Quick and cheap is underneath the pier! 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: Lovely lady! Fastest on the street Wasn't there three minutes She was back up on her feet Sailor 1: Lovely lady! What yer waiting for? Doesn't take a lot of savvy Just to be a whore Come on, lady What's a lady for? Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short. Pimp: Give me the dirt, who's that bit over there? Whore 1: A bit of skirt. She's the one sold her hair. Whore 2: She's got a kid. Sends her all that she can Pimp: I might have known There is always some man Lovely lady, come along and join us! Lovely lady! Whore 1: Come on dearie, why all the fuss? You're no grander than the rest of us Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap Join your sisters Whore 2: Make money in your sleep! Fantine goes off with one of the sailors. Whore 1: That's right dearie, let him have the lot Whore 3: That's right dearie, show him what you've got! Women: Old men, young men, take 'em as they come Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land See them with their trousers off they're never quite as grand All it takes is money in your hand! Lovely ladies Going for a song Got a lot of callers But they never stay for long Fantine: Come on, Captain, You can wear your shoes - 7 - Don't it make a change To have a girl who can't refuse Easy money Lying on a bed Just as well they never see The hate that's in your head Don't they know they're making love To one already dead! Fantine's Arrest Bamatabois is a well dressed gentleman. Bamatabois Here's something new. I think I'll give it a try. Come closer you! I like to see what I buy... The usual price, for just a slice of your pie Fantine: I don't want you. No, no, m'sieur, let me go. Bamatabois: Is this a trick? I won't pay more! Fantine: No, not at al`. Bamatabois: You've got some nerve, you little whore You've got some gall. It's the same with a tart as it is with a grocer The customer sees what he gets in advance It's not for the whore to say `yes sir' or `no sir' It's not for the harlot to pick and to choose Or lead me to a dance! He hits her with his stick, she claws at his face, drawing blood. Fantine: I'll kill you, you bastard, Try any of that! Even a whore who has gone to the bad Won't be had by a rat! Bamatabois By Christ you'll pay for what you've done This rat will make you bleed, you'll see! I guarantee, I'll make you suffer For this disturbance of the peace For this insult to life and property! Fantine: I beg you, don't report me sir I'll do whatever you may want Bamatabois Make your excuse to the police! Javert enters, accompanied by constables. Javert: Tell me quickly what's the story Who saw what and why and where Let him give a full description Let him answer to Javert! In this nest of whores and vipers Let one speak who saw it all Who laid hands on this good man here? What's the substance of this brawl? Bamatabois: Javert, would you believe it I was crossing from the park When this prostitute attacked me You can see she left her mark Javert: She will answer for her actions When you make a full report You may rest assured, M'sieur, That she will answer to the court. Fantine: There's a child who sorely needs me Please M'sieur, she's but that high Holy God, is there no mercy? If I go to jail she'll die! Javert: I have heard such protestations Every day for twenty years Let's have no more explanations Save your breath and save your tears `Honest work, just reward, That's the way to please the Lord. Fantine gives a last despairing cry as she is arrested by the constables. Valjean emerges from the crowd. Valjean: A moment of your time, Javert I do believe this woman's tale Javert: But M'sieur Mayor! Valjean: You've done your duty, let her be She needs a doctor, not a jail. Javert: But M'sieur Mayor! Fantine: Can this be? Valjean: Where will she end - This child without a friend? I've seen your face before Show me some way to help you How have you come to grief In a place such as this? Fantine: M'sieur, don't mock me now, I pray It's hard enough I've lost my pride You let your foreman send me away Yes, you were there, and turned aside I never did no wrong Valjean: Is it true, what I have done? Fantine: My daughter's close to dying... Valjean: To an innocent soul? Fantine: - 8 - If there's a God above Valjean: Had I only known then... Fantine: He'd let me die instead Valjean: In His name my task has just begun I will see it done! Javert: But M'sieur Mayor! Valjean: I will see it done! Javert: But M'sieur Mayor! Valjean: I will see it done! Voices: Look out! It's a runaw