Wandering child ...
So lost ...
So helpless ...
Yearning for my
Guidance ...
Angel ... or father ...
Friend ... or
Phantom ... ?
Who is it there
Staring ... ?

Have you
Forgotten your Angel ...?
Angel ... oh, speak ...
What endless
Longings
Echo in this
Whisper ...!
Too long you've wandered
In winter ...Once again
She is his ...
Far from my
Far-reaching gaze ...
Once again
She returns ...
Wildly my mind
Beats against you ...
You resist ...
Yet your/the soul
Obeys ...

... to the arms
Of her angel ...
Angel or demon ...
Still he calls her ...
Luring her back, from the grave ...
Angel or dark seducer ...?
Who are you, strange
Angel ...?
Angel of Music!
You denied me
Turning from true beauty ...
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me ...
Come to your strange
Angel ...
Angel of Music!
I denied you
Turning from true beauty ...
Angel of Music!
My protector ...
Come to me, strange
Angel ...
I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Angel of darkness!
Cease this torment!
I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Christine! Christine listen to me!
Whatever you may believe, this man ...
This thing ... is not your father!
Let her go! For God's sake, let her go! Christine !
Raoul ...Bravo, monsieur!
Such spirited words!
More tricks, monsieur?
Let's see, monsieur
How far you dare go!
More deception? More violence?
Raoul, no ...
That's right, that's right
Monsieur -
Keep walking this way!
You can't win her love by making her your prisoner
Raoul, don't ...
Stay back!
I'm here, I'm here
Monsieur:
The angel of death!
Come on, come on
Monsieur
Don't stop, don't stop!
Raoul! Come back ...
Don't go!
So be it! Now let it be war upon you both!
You understand your instructions?
Sir!
When you hear the whistle, take up your positions
I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It
Is
Essential that all doors are properly secured
Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
Have you got a better idea?
Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?

Give the order
You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this
Box?
Yes, sir
Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if
You have to - but shoot. To kill
How will I know, sir?
You'll know
Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this
Will work? Will Miss Daae sing?
Don't worry, Firmin. Andre?
We're in your hands, sir
My men are now in position, sir
Go ahead, then
Are the doors secure?
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here!
Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the
Times comes!
But, Monsieur le Vicomte---
No 'buts'! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is
Right
Seal my
Fate tonight - I
Hate to have to
Cut the fun short
But the joke's
Wearing thin
Let the audience in
Let my opera begin!
[Chorus]
Here the sire may serve the dam
Here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
Utters one despairing bleat!

[CARLOTTA & Chorus]
Poor young maiden! For the thrill
On your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets!

Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when
Tables, plans and maids are laid
Don Juan triumphs once again!

[Signor Piangi, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. Meg, a gypsy dancer, pirouettes coquettishly for him. He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves]

[DON JUAN]
Passarino, faithful friend
Once again, recite the plan

[PASSARINO]
Your young guest believes I'm you
I, the master; you, the man

[DON JUAN]
When you met, you wore my cloak
With my scarf, you hid your face
She believes she dines with me
In her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff
Stealing what, in truth, is mine
When it's late and modesty
Starts to mellow, with the wine

[PASSARINO]
You come home! I use your voice
Slam the door like crack of doom!

[DON JUAN]
I shall say, "Come, hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course—my room!"

[PASSARINO]
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!

[DON JUAN]
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword
Conquest is assured
If I do not forget myself and laugh

[Don Juan puts on Passarino's cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. Although we do not yet know it, the punjab lasso has done its work and Signor Piangi is no more. When next we see Don Juan, it will be the Phantom. Meanwhile, we hear Aminta (Christine) singing happily in the distance.]

[CHRISTINE as Aminta (offstage, entering)]
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy!
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!

[PASSARINO (onstage)]
Master?

[PHANTOM as Don Juan (behind the curtain)]
Passarino—go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey