Todd:
You've got a room over the shop, haven't you?
If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?

Mrs Lovett:
People think it's haunted

Todd:
Haunted?

Mrs Lovett:
Yeah, and who's to say they're wrong? You see,
Years ago, something happened up there
Something not very nice
Th ere was a barber and his wife,
And he was beautiful,
A proper artist with a knife,
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful…
Barker his name was—Benjamin Barker

Todd:
What was his crime?

Mrs Lovett:
Foolishness
He had this wife, you see,
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string—
Poor thing Poor thing
Th ere was this Judge, you see,
Wanted her like mad
Every day he'd send her a fl ower,
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sobbed by the hour,
Poor fool
Ah, but there was worse yet to come—
Poor thing
Th e Beadle calls on her, all polite,
Poor thing, poor thing
Th e Judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight,
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing, poor thing
Of course, when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing,
Th ey're having this ball all in masks
Th ere's no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing
She wanders tormented, and drinks,
Poor thing
Th e Judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks
He was there, all right—
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everyone thought it so droll
Th ey fi gured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see
Poor soul!
Poor thing!

Todd:
Noooooooo! Would no one have mercy on her?

Mrs Lovett:
So it is you—Benjamin Barker

Todd:
No, not Barker Th at man is dead It's Todd now
Sweeney Todd…and he will have his revenge