[JAVERT]
Valjean, at last,
We see each other plain
`M'sieur le Mayor,'
You'll wear a different chain!
[VALJEAN]
Before you say another word, Javert
Before you chain me up like a slave again
Listen to me! There is something I must do.
This woman leaves behind a suffering child.
There is none but me who can intercede,
In Mercy's name, three days are all I need.
Then I'll return, I pledge my word.
Then I'll return...
[JAVERT]
You must think me mad!
I've hunted you across the years
A man like you can never change
A man such as you.
[VALJEAN (in counterpoint)]
Believe of me what you will
There is a duty that I'm sworn to do
You know nothing of my life
All I did was steal some bread
You know nothing of the world
You would sooner see me dead
But not before I see this justice
done
I am warning you Javert
I'm a stronger man by far
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run
I am warning you Javert
There is nothing I won't dare
If I have to kill you here
I'll do what must be done!
[JAVERT (in counterpoint)]
Men like me can never change
Men like you can never change
No,
24601
My duty's to the law - you have no
Rights
Come with me 24601
Now the wheel has turned around
Jean Valjean is nothing now
Dare you talk to me of crime
And the price you had to pay
Every man is born in sin
Every man must choose his way
You know nothing of Javert
I was born inside a jail
I was born with scum like you
I am from the gutter too!
[Valjean breaks a chair and threatens Javert with the broken piece. Turns to Fantine]
[VALJEAN]
[to Fantine] And this I swear to you tonight
[JAVERT]
[to Valjean] There is no place for you to hide
[VALJEAN]
Your child will live within my care
[JAVERT]
Wherever you may hide away
[VALJEAN]
And I will raise her to the light.
[VALJEAN AND JAVERT]
I swear to you, I will be there!
***
還有Red and Black──把革命與愛情相提並論,同樣的置諸死地而後生,還有比這更淋漓盡致的描述嗎?
COMBEFERRE
At Notre Dame the sections are prepared!
FEUILLY
At rue de Bac they're straining at the leash!
COURFEYRAC
Students, workers, everyone
There's a river on the run
Like the flowing of the tide
Paris coming to our side!
ENJORAS
The time is near
So near it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware
Don't let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard will be harder to catch.
We need a sign
To rally the people
To call them to arms
To bring them in line!
(Marius enters)
Marius, you're late.
JOLY
What's wrong today?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.
GRANTAIRE
Some wine and say what's going on!
MARIUS
A ghost you say... a ghost maybe
She was just like a ghost to me
One minute there, and she was gone!
GRANTAIRE
I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at last?
I've never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don Ju-an
It's better than an o-per-a!
ENJOLRAS
It is time for us all
To decide who we are
Do we fight for the right
To a night at the opera now?
Have you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game
For rich young boys to play?
The color of the world
Is changing day by day...
Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!
MARIUS
Had you been there tonight
You might know how it feels
To be struck to the bone
In a moment of breathless delight!
Had you been there tonight
You might also have known
How the world may be changed
In just one burst of light!
And what was right seems wrong
And what was wrong seems right!
GRANTAIRE
Red...
MARIUS
I feel my soul on fire!
GRANTAIRE
Black...
MARIUS
My world if she's not there!
ALL
Red...
MARIUS
The color of desire!
ALL
Black...
MARIUS
The color of despair!
ENJOLRAS
Marius, you're no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it well
But now there is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't count at all!
ALL
Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!
ENJOLRAS
Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns?
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short.
Grantaire, put the bottle down!
Do we have the guns we need?
GRANTAIRE
Give me brandy on my breath
And I'll breathe them all to death!
COURFEYRAC
In St. Antoine they're with us to a man!
COMBEFERRE
In Notre Dame they're tearing up the stones!
FEUILLY
Twenty rifles good as new!
(Gavroche rushes in shouting)
GAVROCHE
Listen!
JOLY
Twenty rounds for every man!
GAVROCHE
Listen to me!
JEAN PROUVAIRE
Double that in Port St. Cloud!
GAVROCHE
Listen everybody!
LESGLES
Seven guns in St. Martin!
GAVROCHE
General Lamarque is dead!
ENJOLRAS
Lamarque is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate.
The people's man.
His death is the sign we await!
On his funeral day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will reach every ear!
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the flame
They will see that the day of salvation is near!
The time is near!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant shout
They will come one and all
They will come when we call!
ENJORLRAS:
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again.
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,
there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.
COMBEFERRE:
Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see?
COURFEYRAC:
Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free.
STUDENTS:
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart, echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes
FEUILLY:
Will you give all you can give, so that our banner may advance?
Some will fall and some will live,
will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France.
CHORUS:
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart, echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes