phantom of the opera

Chapter 1

Carlotta: This trophy from our saviors, from our saviors! From the enslaving force of Rome!

Company: With feasting and dancing and song, tonight a celebration we bring. The victorious throng returns to bring salvation!

Soldiers: The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now, and tremble! Hark to our steps on the ground! Hear the drums! Hannibal comes!

Carlotta: You make my dress train too long!

Piangi: Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp!
Maestro Reyer stopes the rehearsal

Reyer: Gentlemen, Gentlemen!

Lefevre: Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production of Chalemeau's 'Hannibal'.

Reyer: Monsieur Lefevre! I am rehearsing!

Lefevre: Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please. If I could have your attention. As you know, for some weeks, there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you these are all true. It is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire: Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre.

Lefevre: I'm sure you've read of their recent fortune amassed in the junk business.

Andre: Scrap metal, actually.

Firmin: And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron, the Vitcomte de Changy!

Lily: It's Raoul! Before my father died, at the house by the sea... I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He called me Little Lotte.

Meg: Lily, he's so handsome!

Raoul: My parents and I are honored to support all the arts, especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire.

Lefevre: May I introduce Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons.

One of Carlotta's groupies: Brava! Brava!
Piangi coughed to gain attention.

Lefevre: Signor Ubaldo Piangi!

Raoul: An honor, Signor. I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal. I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. [to Reyer] My apologies, Monsieur.

Reyer: Thank you, Monsieur! Once more, if you please, Signor?

Carlotta: He love me. He love me. Love me, love me, love me...

Madame Giry walk with guys.

Madame Giry: We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur.

Andre: I see why. Especially that little blonde angel!

Madame Giry: My daughter, Meg Giry.

Firmin: And that exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?

Madame Giry: Lily Daaé. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.

Andre: Daaé, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?

Madame Giry: His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories.

Andre: An orphan, you say?

Madame Giry: I think of her as a daughter, also. Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side...