Sweeney: 
You got room over the shop, don't you? Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out? 

Mrs. Lovett: 
People think its haunted. 

Sweeney: 
...Haunted? 

Mrs. Lovett: 
Yeah. And who's to say they're wrong? You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice... 

There was a barber and his wife 
And he was beautiful 
proper artist with a knife 
But they transported him for life 
And he was beautiful... 

Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker. 

Sweeney: 
...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... 
There was this judge, you see 
Wanted her like mad 
Everyday he'd send her a flower 
But did [bad word] down from her tower? 
Sat up there and sobbed by the hour 
Poor fool. 
Ah but there was worse yet [bad word]  poor thing... 

The Beadle calls on her, all polite 
Poor thing, poor thing 
"The Judge," he tells her, "is all contrite, "He blames himself for her dreadful plight, "She [bad word] straight to his house tonight!" Poor thing, poor thing! 

(Ball music) 

Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing! 
They're having this ball all in masks 
There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing 
She wanders tormented and DRINKS, poor thing! 
'The Judge has repented,' she thinks, poor thing "Oh where is Judge Turpin?" she asks... ...He was there alright! Only NOT so contrite! 

She wasn't no match for such craft, you see 
And everyone thought it's so droll! 
They figured she had to be daft, you see 
So all of them stood there and LAUGHED, you see 
Poor soul! Poor thing! 

Sweeney: 
--NOOO!! Would NO ONE have mercy on her?! 

Mrs. Lovett: 
So it IS you! Benjamin Barker! 

Sweeney: 
NO! Not "Barker" -- That man is dead. It's "Todd" now, 
"Sweeney Todd." And he will have his revenge!