Anaïs Mitchell
Papers (”You’re not from around here, son...”) [Intro]
[HADES, spoken]
Young man...
I don't think we’ve met before.
You're not from around here, son.
Don't know who the hell you are but I can tell you don’t belong.
These are workin' people, son!
Law-abiding citizens.
Go back to where you came from.
You're on the wrong side of the fence.
[PERSEPHONE, spoken]
Hades, I know this boy.
[HADES, spoken]
One of the unemployed?
[PERSEPHONE, spoken]
His name is Orpheus.
[HADES, spoken]
You stay out of this.
[HERMES, spoken]
Orpheus was a poor boy—
[HADES, spoken]
You hear me, son?
[HERMES, spoken]
You might say he was naive—
[HADES, spoken]
You better run!
[HERMES, spoken]
But this poor boy raised up his voice with his heart out on his sleeve.
[EURYDICE, spoken]
No!
Orpheus, you should go.
[ORPHEUS]
I'm not goin' back alone—
I came to take her home!
[HADES laughs.]
[HADES, spoken]
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the hell you think you're talkin' to?
She couldn't go anywhere, even if she wanted to.
You’re not from around here, son.
If you were, then you would know:
That everything and everyone in Hadestown, I own.
But I only buy what others choose to sell.
Oh, you didn’t know?
She signed the deal herself.
And now she—
[ORPHEUS, spoken]
It isn't true—
[HADES, spoken]
Belongs to me.
[ORPHEUS, spoken]
It isn’t true—
What he said—
Eurydice—
[EURYDICE, spoken]
I did—
I do.
[HADES, spoken]
As for you...
Everybody gather 'round!
Everybody look and see:
What becomes of trespassers with no respect for property!