A Wayne Scott LifeHouse Production

An Original Adaptation withScript, Music and Lyrics byWAYNE ROBERT SCOTT

Additional Music and Lyrics byBethany Schwartzkopf and Wayne Scott

Inspired by the Classic 1838 novel by Charles Dickens

Copyright Mcmxcviii by Wayne R. Scott LifeHouse Productions, Inc. All rights reserved.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (In Order of Appearance)

Agnes Fleming Leeford Oliver's Loving Mother (20's-30's)Mr. Bumble Corrupt and Inept Parish Official (40's-60's)Mrs. Bumble Greedy Workhouse Matron Bumble's Wife (40's-60's)Old Sally Thingummy Elderly Nurse and Workhouse Servant (60+)Oliver Twist A Sensitive Foundling (About 9-12 years old)DickDanny Children of the Workhouse; Friends of Oliver (8-12)LeslieSidneyMr. Sowerberry Cross Undertaker (Middle Age)Mrs. Sowerberry Undertaker's Sour Wife (Middle Age)Noah Claypole Obnoxious Apprentice to the Sowerberrys (14-19)Charlotte The Sowerberry's Sarcastic MaidThe Artful Dodger Teenage Leader of Fagin's Pickpockets (14-19)Fagin Eccentric Greedy Fence and Crime Ring Head (55-70)Nancy Gang Cohort and Bill Sike's Conscience-Stricken Wife (25-40)Bet Teenage Gang Member Often Tagging Along with Dodger (14-19)Bill Sikes Murderous Thief Raised with Nancy by Fagin (25-40)Mr. Brownlow Respected and Benevolent Gentleman (50's-60's)Miss Wordsmith A Kindly Bookseller (20's-30's)Constable Competent Official (30+)Miss Monks Conniving Woman of Mystery (Early 20's) Rose A Young Lady Under Mr. Brownlow's Care (Late Teens Early 20's)Mrs. Bedwin Mr. Brownlow's Matronly Housekeeper (40-60)Mrs. Grimwig Mr. Brownlow's Rich Old Family Friend (60+)

Merchant Vendors: Bread, Milk, Meat, Nuts, Ale, Eggs, Poultry, Produce, Cheese"The Poor" / Londoners, Children of the Workhouse

Orphans of Fagin's Gang, Townsman & WifeConstable II, Additional Constables

OLIVER!By Wayne R. Scott

SYNOPSIS OF SONGS

Overture

ACT I Overture1. "Street Song"..............................................Merchant Vendors, the Poor, Agnes, the Bumbles, Old Sally2. "Mother's Lament"................................................................................Agnes, Priest, Old Sally, the Poor3. "Only the Strong Survive"..........................................................................Oliver, the Bumbles, Children4. "What's This Life For"......................................................................Oliver, Dick, the Bumbles, Children "Only The Strong Survive (Reprise)...................................................................................The Bumbles "Street Song (Reprise)........................................................................................................The Bumbles "Mother's Lament (Reprise)......................................................................................................Old Sally5. "Oliver's Prayer"...............................................................................................................................Oliver6. "I'd Like to Be a Friend to You"........................Dodger, Oliver, Fagin, Merchants, Londoners, Orphans7. "It's Never Too Late To Start Over"..................Fagin, Dodger, Nancy, Bet, Oliver, Merchants, Orphans8. "The Pickpocket Game"............................................Fagin, Dodger, Sikes, Nancy, Bet, Oliver, Orphans "Street Song (Reprise).........................................................................Merchants, Miss Wordsmith9. "Oliver!".............Oliver, Dodger, Bet, Mr. Brownlow, Miss Monks, Constable, Miss Wordsmith, Sikes

Act II

Entr'acte10. "At Home"............................................................................Mr. Brownlow, Mrs. Bedwin, Rose, Oliver "Oliver's Prayer (Reprise)......................................................................................Mr. Brownlow, Rose "Oliver!" (Reprise)..............................................................................................................Sikes, Nancy "I'd Like To Be A Friend To You (Reprise).............................................Fagin, Dodger, Bet, Orphans11. "The Legend of Bill Sikes"...................................................................................Fagin, Sikes, Orphans "Oliver's Prayer (Reprise).................................................................................................Oliver, Nancy "Mother's Lament (Reprise)........................................................................................................Nancy "What's This Life For?" (Reprise).......................................................................................Dodger, Bet "The Legend of Bill Sikes (Reprise).................................................................................Sikes, Fagin "Lament For Nancy ("Mother's Lament" Reprise)........................................................Mr. Brownlow Finale: "It's Never Too Late..." (Reprise)...Oliver, Fagin, Dodger, Bet, Mr. Brownlow, Cast Ensemble "At Home (Reprise).................................Mr. Brownlow, Rose, Mrs. Bedwin, Oliver, Orphans "Oliver's Prayer (Reprise).........................................................................Oliver, Cast Ensemble

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ACT I

Overture

SCENE 1: A STREET AND PARISH WORKHOUSE IN AN ENGLISH VILLAGE

(As the lights rise up, an assortment of tattered vendors gather to form a street market and seek to sell wares to downtrodden passersby)

SONG: "STREET SONG"

Bread Vendor Buy my bread! Bread for sale! You will savor each slice! It is fresh baked and delectable and sensibly priced!Milk Vendor Buy my milk! Milk for sale! It's the purest of pure! It's the finest milk in England, and of that you can be sure!Meat Vendor I have meat! Tender meat! Beef and lamb here for sale!Nut Vendor Roasted chestnuts! Hot chestnuts!Ale Vendor I have fine tea and ale!Egg Vendor I have eggs! Buy my eggs! They're freshest of the fresh!Poultry Vendor Buy my poultry!Produce Vendor Buy my vegetables!Cheese Vendor Buy my cheese, please, it's the best!All Come to the square and examine our wares; The finest and fair anywhere! Our prices are low One look and you'll know! Come see all the bargains we have to bestow, Yes, come one and all! We have so much to show! (Lightning flashes, (Brief musical interlude.) thunder cracks)The Poor (As "daylight" Day after day, how we long to eat more fades, becoming What a hard life it is to be poor! dusk) No food, no bed . . . Only hunger instead! Condemned to a beggar's life of children unfed Some say it's a war that has made England poor But all we know is poverty has darkened all our doors And we're tearful and we're fearful for the hungry days in store! (Lightning flashes, (Musical interlude: music suddenly becomes intense.) thunder cracks)Agnes (Suddenly emerging) Help! Oh, please help me I can't find my way! I seem to have wandered astray! (Some bewildered I need help! Who will help? I am lost and I'm ill . . . . villagers assist I'm weak and I am starving and, oh, so very chilled! staggering Agnes I need help! Who will help? I am lost and forlorn who grabs work- I am burning with a fever and all I get is scorn. house bell rope Will you help me? Someone help me! as she collapses) There's a baby to be born!The Poor (Lightning flashes, Oh, the night is foreboding, the storm is so wild thunder cracks) God, please help this mother and child ! (Ahhhh )Mrs. Bumble (Appearing w/ Now, who rang the bell?Mr. Bumble Mr. B. from Well, you never can tell . . .

2 workhouse) But on stormy nights like this one, dear, I fear it won't be well . . . . The Poor It's a woman bereft and she has nothing left (Old Sally appears And she's come to the poorhouse for help and for rest.Mrs. Bumble & helps Agnes) Why do they come here a-wailing to me? And just when I'm drinkin' my tea!Mr. Bumble I cannot say I'm shocked, and as often as not The destitute come wandering or else, they are broughtOld Sally In a world filled with woe, it will always be so: All the cold, lost, and wandering need someplace to go.The Poor (As Agnes When we're cold and bereft and we have nothing left collapses) Then you surely must know we need somewhere to go! (Musical interlude as underscore)

Mrs. Bumble (To Agnes) For heaven's sake, where did you come from?! . . . . Well?. . . . Are you too proud to answer?. . . . In with you now and be quick about it! I don't want to catch my death out here! . . . Come along! Hurry up!

Mr. Bumble Hmmm. She's rather the worse for wear, I must say.Old Sally (Helping Agnes toward workhouse door) The poor dear has a nasty cut on her head. I dare say

she's been hit by somebody.Agnes Robbers . . . . thieves! (Crying) My husband! They killed my husband! . . . .Mr. Bumble Can you tell us your name?Agnes I think . . . . I think it's Agnes, (In pain) Ahhh! My baby! . . . . My baby . . . .Old Sally She's going to give birth!Mrs. Bumble I might have known she'd be nothing but trouble! Well, let's get her in and be done with it! (The Bumbles and Sally help Agnes into workhouse interior where, behind a drawn window shade,

the silhouette of Agnes and her baby's "delivery" is seen as the song resumes; the sound of the baby's crying is also heard)

(Song resumes)The Poor (In candlelight Oh, the night is foreboding, the storm is so wild vigil) God, please help this mother and child! Lord, have mercy on her and to Thee we defer Give her strength and give her stamina, the night to endure (As baby is "born") In a world filled with woe, it will always be so: As the cold, lost, and wandering need someplace to go. Seek the Lord, God of all, and on Thee we shall call !Mr. Bumble (Drawing shade & Well, the birth was a hard one and I wasn't sure opening window) If this mother and child would endure.Mrs. Bumble Well the brat has been born, though his welcome is worn Here's a blanket to bundle him so he can stay warm.Old Sally Let us keep our fingers crossed, for the birth had a cost: This mother is exhausted now and may, I fear, be lost . . . . (Music continues as underscore, segues to next song)

(The Poor/Vendors "freeze" on dim "street," keeping a candlelight vigil)Agnes (Rallying as Mrs. Bumble presents baby to her) My baby!Mrs. Bumble It's a boy. What a pityhe'll live . . . .Just means more work for me.Mr. Bumble Now, my dear, I'd rather think of him as a minor inconvenience on the road to potential profit. A

short term investment for long term dividends. There's plenty to be done in the workhouse and, in a few years, I'll wager he'll more than earn his keep here.

Mrs. Bumble If he should live that long in this filthy fire trap! (She joins Mr. Bumble in a cackle, then, to Old Sally) Look after them, Old Sally. And thin out the gruel for the morning. It's got to go farther with another mouth to feed.

Old Sally (Hopefully) Two mouths, mum. Mrs. Bumble (Grimly) If she lives . . . . (She and Mr. Bumble exit.)Old Sally (To Agnes) You mustn't mind Mr. And Mrs. Bumble. It's nothing personal. The Bumbles have

never thought of anyone but themselves.(Taking Agnes' hand) How are you feeling?

3Agnes (Oblivious to Old Sally) My boy . . . . my boy . . . .Old Sally Save your strength, my dear. He'll be all right . . . (She listens tearfully)Agnes (To baby) What will become of you, little boy? If only . . . if only I had something to give

you...Wait!...I do have something to give you. (Removing gold heart-shaped locket from around her neck) This locket...the thieves who stopped

us...didn't get it. They never saw it...It's yours now...Isn't it beautiful? (Opening locket) And inside something very special. (Closing locket and turning it over) And on the back, an inscription. (Reading) "The ways of the Lord are right. Psalm 19:8." (Pondering) The ways of the Lord...are right...

SONG: "MOTHER'S LAMENT"

Agnes (Looking upward) God, I call out in despair God, please hear my simple prayer! God, my baby boy is now in Your hands, My precious lamb my little man; Lord, You know I have no strength to go on And by the light of dawn, I know I'll be gone What will happen to my baby at morn? What will become of this sweet child I have borne? God, this is agony! Never to know! Never to watch and see my baby grow! Oh! It's more than what a mother can bear! Lord, please help him know I care (To baby) I hope you know, just as we part, dear, I love you so, with all my heart, dear; Time goes quickly much too swiftly But we'll never, no, not ever be apart: I'll be here in your heart I'll be here in your heart (Musical interlude as underscore)

Agnes (To baby) Keep this locket with you always, my son. Perhaps someday it will lead you back to your family. (Reading inscription) "The ways of the Lord are right..." Remember these words, my son...and live by them. And know that I love you. Yes...I shall always love you...(She kisses baby.)

(Song resumes)Agnes Only the ways of God are righteous, my son, He will complete in you the work He's begun; (Looking upward) Lord, please take my son in Your loving hands Help him to know and follow Your blessed plans (To baby) God will provide a way out of the night Follow the ways of God, they will be right; (Looking upward) God! Please hear a dying mother's last prayer Please help him know I care (As the Bumbles I hope you know, just as we part, dear, reappear) I love you so, with all my heart, dear;All Time goes quickly oh, so swiftly But we'll (you'll) never, no, not ever be apart:Agnes I'll be here in your heartThe Poor (As Agnes "dies:") She'll be here in your heart . . . (Exiting) She'll be here in your heart . . . your heart! (Musical interlude as underscore) (Old Sally continues crying and pulls sheet over Agnes)Old Sally (Sadly) She's gone now . . . Mrs. Bumble (Noticing locket in Agnes' protruding hand) Hallo! What have we here? (Picking up locket)

Hmmm. Pretty. And gold, too! Well, I guess she won't be needing this here locket now, will she?Old Sally But, Mrs. Bumble . . .

4Mrs. Bumble Never mind, Old Sally! I think I'd best keep this for him. Wouldn't want anything to happen to it now, would we? . . . (To Mr. Bumble) What are you going to name this one?

Mr. Bumble Well, I always name the babies unfortunate to be born here alphabetically.Mrs. Bumble Yes, I suppose that's as practical a way as any . . . so? . . .Mr. Bumble (Consulting booklet) Er let's see now. The last baby born at the workhouse I named "Swizzle."

Hmmm. So we're on the letter er L, M, N, O, P Q, R, S erMrs. Bumble T!Mr. Bumble T! Right . . . Hmmm. I'll call him . . . Twist.Mrs. Bumble Twist . . . I suppose that will do.Mr. Bumble Oliver Twist . . .(They exit) (Music Rises)

SCENE 2: THE PARISH WORKHOUSE (A procession of young boys enter from the audience and work their way to the main stage

engaged in various chores of weeding, sowing, removing rocks, etc.)

SONG: ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE

Boys Days and nights trudge swiftly on Many years have come and gone Years are short and days are long Those who survive are fit and strongOliver Keep your chin up, sing a song: Be quick and look alive, boys,Boys Only the strong survive!Oliver Sing it high and sing it low:Boys There's a lot of rows to hoe! We must work to pull our load;Oliver Be quick and look alive boys!Boys Only the strong survive! Though we're starving and we're cold, (The Bumbles enter We must do what we are told; and eavesdrop) Mr. and Mrs. Bumble are Meaner than mean, the worst by far: When they whip us, they leave scars;Oliver Be quick and look alive, boys,Boys Only the strong survive! (Musical interlude as underscore)

Dick (Amidst arduous labor with the others) There's not much hope of surviving if the Bumbles don't feed us. Isn't it past our supper time? I'm starving!

Danny Me too. (To Johnny) I'm so hungry, I think I could eat you. Anything but that same old thin gruel.Leslie It's a pretty poor excuse for gruel. We've looked in every cranny and corner of the workhouse, but

there's not so much as a crumb fit for a mouse!Sidney The Bumbles keep all the food locked away, they do.Dick And Mr. Bumble whips us if he sees us anywhere near the kitchen.Danny Can you imagine what it might be like to be able to eat anything you wanted? And as much as you

wanted?! Just dream of it!Oliver I've overheard Mr. and Mrs. Bumble talk about times when they've eaten at fancy places in

London places where you can order roast beef on a platter as big as a wagon wheel! And stuffed turkey and cranberries, and pudding, and sausages, and hot bread, and

Danny Oh, Oliver! Please stop!Leslie Thanks a lot, Oliver! Now I'm really hungry!Dick I can't stand to think of it all!Oliver I think of it all the time. And someday . . . I think I'll go to London.Sidney (Shocked) You're going to London?!

5Oliver Someday . . . I want to find my family . . . I think my mother would like that.Leslie But how would you get there?Oliver Well, I guess I can walk.Dick But what about fat, grouchy old Mr. and Mrs. Bumble?Danny Quiet! They might hear us!Mr. Bumble (Approaching) We have! What's all the chatter?!Mrs. Bumble What we need is less talk and more work!

(Song resumes)Mr. Bumble (Encroaching upon I expect your sweat to drip the cowering and Or you'll feel my cracking whip! suddenly busier If you expect a speck of gruel boys) I shall expect the work of mules, And I do not suffer fools;Oliver (Helping a weak Be quick and look alive boys,All child) Only the strong survive!Mrs. Bumble If you want your board and bed, If you dream that you'll be fed: Hoe every row with lightning speed, Clear every rock and pull each weed;Mr. Bumble Dig and dig till blisters bleed!Oliver Be quick and look alive, boys,All (Children may bring Only the strong survive! on tables/chairs, if Sing it high and sing it low: necessary, as part There's a lot of rows to hoe! of their "work:") We (You) must work to pull our (the) load;Oliver Be quick and look alive boys!All Only the strong survive!Mr./ Mrs. Bumble Do not dream of bold escapes, Those who try meet dreadful fates! The law has entrusted you to us So there is nothing to discuss; Wiser boys will make no fuss;Oliver Be quick and look alive, boysAll Only the strong survive, boys Only the fit ad strong survive! (Musical interlude as underscore)

(Old Sally awkwardly struggles to bring out a heavy kettle which she places on a wooden table)Mr. Bumble Well, I suppose it's time we fed the little beggars. Come along, Old Sally! Let's get these orphans

their supper.Danny Eeeh! Gruel again!Sidney It's better than nothing.Leslie Even if it's the closest thing to nothing there is.Oliver I'm so hungry, even gruel looks good.Dick If only they'd give us enough of it!Mrs. Bumble All right children line up! Nice and orderly and don't be all night about it! Hurry along, now! . .

(The children file by the table as Mr. Bumble ceremonially hands out bowls and Mrs. Bumble hands out spoons. Old Sally ladles gruel into bowls)

Mrs. Bumble No, no, Old Sally! You're giving them too much! Pour some back!Old Sally (Following orders, reluctantly) Er yes, mum.Mrs. Bumble That nasty generous streak of yours is going to bankrupt this workhouse. (To children) All right,

don't dilly-dally! Move along! (As children take place at table, Mr. Bumble surveys and glowers at them) (Music becomes suspenseful) (The children sit expectantly poised as if about to begin a race. Mr. Bumble pokes and prods at

some of them with his cane to discourage any too eager to begin eating)

6 (Song resumes)Mr. Bumble (Removing hat) Let us give humble thanks . . . . (All bow) Lord we pray with gratitude: Thank You for this hearty food. (Pause as some of the children cough at the term "food.") (Leering at children) Please forgive those who are rude! Make them obedient, Lord, Grateful and quite content, Lord And we say A men!Children A men! (Musical interlude as underscore; segue to next song) (The children, except Oliver, eat ravenously)Mrs. Bumble (To Old Sally) All right, Old Sally make sure everything gets cleaned up.Oliver (Having lingered at serving area, to Mrs. Bumble) Excuse me.Mrs. Bumble (To Mr. Bumble) They'll be no gruel for us. I have a fine meal laid out over there. (She points to a

table of good food)Mr. Bumble: (Leaping toward the table) Aha! Thank you, my dear! (He begins eating at table.)Oliver Excuse me, please.Mrs. Bumble What do you want?!Oliver May I have a look at the locket?Mrs. Bumble What locket?Oliver My locket. The one my mother gave to me. The locket you said you were keeping for me.Mrs. Bumble And what have I told you about that, Oliver Twist?Oliver That I can have it . . . when I'm thirteen.Mrs. Bumble If?! . . .Oliver If. . . . I'm good.Mrs. Bumble Then I do believe we have completely exhausted this topic of conversation. Go eat.Oliver Please, ma'am. I only want to look at it. I'll give it right back. I I just want to think about my

my mother.Old Sally (Who has been eavesdropping) It couldn't do any harm, could it, mum?Mrs. Bumble Tend to your work, Old Sally! (To Oliver) As for you forget about the locket. And forget about

your mother.Oliver I can't do that. I won't.Mrs. Bumble Well, you better. Just remember, Oliver Twist, anybody who winds up here has come to no good. They're less than worthless. And that's what's happened to you and your pauper mother! Now go

eat! (Mrs. Bumble abruptly joins Mr. Bumble in eating. Old Sally reaches out and touches tearful

Oliver's shoulder as he rejoins the boys. She resumes cleaning) (Lighting focuses on boys. Bumbles and Old Sally "freeze:")Dick (To Oliver who eats hungrily) Hey, Oliver it looked like Mrs. Bumble was giving you a piece of

her mind.Sidney She couldn't have. She doesn't have one!Leslie If she did, and she gave me a piece of it, I'd eat it!Danny Me too. I'm still starving.Dick Too much work. Too little food. Work and gruel, gruel and work that's our lot in life . . .

SONG: "WHAT'S THIS LIFE FOR?"

Dick (Rising up in What's this life for? Nothin' but wastin' . . . protest) Workin' and slavin' and always behavin' And cravin' some real food, boys!Boys (Getting into What's this life for? Nothin' but workin' . . . flamboyant Our hands are achin' and our backs are breakin' spirit) While they do the takin'! Clean the pots and pans, work from night 'til dawn Blisters on your hands and the hours are long! What's this life for? No time for dreamin' . . .

7 What's the use hopin' when we're only copin' And mopin' the night through.Oliver I'll continue to dream That someday soon we'll have a home; I'll come up with a schemeDick You might as well stop tryin'Oliver I'd rather live than dyin'Boys (Spoken in song) What's this life for? Nothin' but heartache . . . No one is here when we're sheddin' our tears And we fear all the darkness.Oliver Come on boys, don't give up Tomorrow is a bright new day!Boys There's no future for us This lot that we've been given Ain't worth the cost of livin' (Brief march-like musical interlude leading to key change) (Key change) So we say: What's this life for" It's nothin' but hopeless! What good is hopin' when each day is just misery? When you're a slave and a rat in a dungeon of filth, Gettin' nothin' from those of position or wealth, You get fed up with all of this, we need some help! (Subdued) What's this life for? Accept your low station . . .Oliver (Soulfully) Keep workin' and prayin' all night and all dayBoys For a new situation (All others "unfreeze:")(Music continues, building suspensefully, segue to reprise)

Oliver (Thoughtfully) Maybe we shouldn't have to settle for this.Dick What?!Oliver (Examining empty bowls) Maybe we should ask for more.Dick I don't know about that . . .Danny Awfully risky.Oliver What have we got to lose?Sidney Nobody's ever asked for more.Oliver Maybe somebody should.Dick That's right! Maybe somebody should! (Suddenly sheepish) Er well go ahead, Oliver. We're

behind you. (Oliver realizes the task is up to him and he begins creeping toward the Bumbles)Leslie (Whispering to boys) There goes a brave lad.Sidney Who knows? . . . It just might work.Old Sally (Realizing what Oliver is about to do, as well as the peril; in a loud whisper) Oliver! . . . . Wait! (Oliver, carrying bowl, watches Bumbles gorging themselves until he is noticed)Mrs. Bumble Well, Mr. Bumble! Look what we have here!Mr. Bumble Well?! . . . .What do you want, you urchin? . . .Oliver (Extending bowl, cupped in his hands; with halting voice) Please sir, . . . . I . . . want some more.

(All gasp in terror.)Mr. Bumble (Choking) . . . What?! (Rises.)Oliver Please sir . . . I want some . . . more?Mr. Bumble More?! More?! Mrs. Bumble?! Did I hear this boy ask for more?

SONG: ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE" (Reprise)

Mrs. Bumble He wants more, now fancy that! What a brazen little brat!Mr. Bumble He makes a most unseemly sight, Who is this bold precocious tyke? I've never seen or heard the like! No one should ask for more, no!

8 Who dares to ask for more? (Brief musical interlude)

Mrs. Bumble It's that Oliver Twist!Mr. Bumble Oh yes. Oliver Twist!Oliver (Terrified) Oh, please sir, don't beat me, sir! It's just that we're so . . . . so very hungry.Mr. Bumble You're hungry, eh? (Grabbing him severely) I'll show you how we deal with children who dare to

be hungry! . . . .

(Song resumes)Mr. Bumble No one dares to ask for more What a rude inquisitor! Our protocol has been defiled And you are worthless, wicked, wild! Spare the rod and spoil the child You'll get a whippin' now, boy, It's gonna hurt, and how! (Music continues, agitated)

(Chase ensues)Oliver (Breaking away) No! Please! . . . . (Oliver runs about, under table(s), over benches, etc. Bumble

awkwardly chases Oliver about, falling over other boys who trip him, running into table and Mrs. Bumble; general chaos prevails momentarily)

Mr. Bumble (To boys) I'll get you boys for tripping me! (To Oliver) Come back here, Oliver! You'd better stop! Oliver! Etc.

Old Sally Please don't hurt him! . . . Mrs. Bumble Oliver! Stop! . . . Mr. Bumble (Catching Oliver by his ankles, both having landed flat on floor) Aha! I have you now, you greedy

glutton! (Puffing, out of breath, slowly getting up) Yes, you thought you . . . could out-run me . . .but . . .as you can see . . . (huff). . . I'm. . . (puff) . . . in . . . better shape . . . than you . . might think . . .(He wheezes and gasps.)

Mrs. Bumble (Angrily at other children giggling at Mr. Bumble) Well, what are you little hooligans all staring at?! Get off to bed, the lot of ya! . . .And you can expect even less gruel tomorrow! (The children nervously scamper off; Dick and Danny may linger briefly to peek out)

(Music fades)Mr. Bumble (To Oliver) And as for you such rebelliousness is intolerable. Old Sally lock this Oliver Twist

away for now while I consider what shall be done with him.Old Sally Oh, I beg you, sir . . . please don't do anything rash.Mr. Bumble Mind your own business, Old Sally, and lock him up by himself.Old Sally Have pity on him for his poor dead mother's sake.Oliver (Eagerly) Did you know my mother?Old Sally I nursed her when you were born, Oliver. She was such a lovelyMrs. Bumble Mind your babbling tongue, Old Sally! This boy's mother was nothing but a nameless pauper who

thoughtlessly died and left this little villain here to be a burden upon the parish. We've never been able to discover anything about his wretched parents.

Mr. Bumble Now lock him away! . . . (Old Sally stands awkwardly)Mrs. Bumble Well . . .go on! . . . (Old Sally leads Oliver away) (Music begins: introduction to following reprise)Mr. Bumble There's only one thing to do about Oliver Twist.Mrs. Bumble I completely agree. And we should have done it years ago . . .

SCENE 3: A SIDE STREET NEAR THE PARISH WORKHOUSE

(The Bumbles step into "street" area, passing out flyers to passing villagers)

9 SONG: "STREET SONG" (Reprise)

Mr. Bumble There's a boy, a boy for sale he's meek, mild, and nice He'll work like a Trojan and he's sensibly priced;Mrs. Bumble There's a boy, a boy for sale, and he'll work his keep; You'll find him dependable, and at five pounds, he's cheap!The Bumbles Come to the workhouse and see what we mean: The boy is quite fit, strong and leanMrs. Bumble And whatever he lacksMr. Bumble (Holds up cane) Can be cured with one whack;The Bumbles (Aside) And all sales are final 'cause we don't want him back! . . . (Music continues as underscore; segues to next song)

Mr. Sowerberry (Approaching Bumbles with his wife, Noah and Charlotte) Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Bumble.Mr. Bumble Well, well! Mr. Sowerberry! (Shakes hands.)Mrs. Bumble And Mrs. Sowerberry!Mr. Bumble And, bless me, here is young Noah Claypole, your apprentice. (Noah removes his cap and bows awkwardly.)Mrs. Bumble And Charlotte, your maid. (Charlotte curtsies.)Mr. Sowerberry About this boy you're offering . . .I could use another apprentice to work with Noah in learning

the undertaking business. Is the boy suitable?Mr. Bumble Indeed! Indeed!Mrs. Bumble Why, I dare say he was practically born to learn the undertaking trade. Weren't we just saying that

this morning, dear?Mr. Bumble Huh?! . . .Oh, yes, yes . . .Mr. Sowerberry Tell me more about the boy . . .Mr. Bumble Why, certainly . . . (The Bumbles and Sowerberry party "freeze" in dim light as lighting transitions to)

SCENE 4: THE PARISH WORKHOUSE (SIDE AND MAIN ROOM)

(Oliver is consoled by Old Sally in dismal side room area)

Old Sally I know everything seems against you, young Oliver. But you mustn't despair. God knows what He's up to. Your own mother said as much the day you were born.

Oliver Oh, please tell me more about her.Old Sally She was a pretty young thing. Which, of course, helps explain why you're such a handsome young

lad. And she held you in her arms and kissed you before she died, poor dear.Oliver She did?Old Sally Oh, yes. Yes indeed . . .

SONG: "MOTHER'S LAMENT"

Old Sally You can depend on me. My word is true . . . (Hugging Oliver) She took you in her arms and cradled you . . . Oh! She prayed for you with tears in her eyes! You became her joy and pride . . . And you should know right from the start, dear, She loved you so . . . with all her heart, dear Time goes quickly, oh so swiftly But you'll never, no, not ever be apart: (Revealing gold She'll be here in your heart locket to Oliver) She'll be here in your heart (Musical interlude as underscore) `

Oliver My locket! The one from my mother! I haven't seen it in ever so long! But but how?

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Old Sally Mrs. Bumble carelessly left it out months ago. I found it on the floor and have kept it ever since. She hasn't even missed it. When I found it, I thought of the day you were born. I've been keepin' my eye on you ever since that day, dear boy.

Oliver (Reading inscription on the locket) "The ways of the Lord are right. Psalm, 19:8"Old Sally Them are words to live by, young man.Oliver I remember . . . And I try.Old Sally Yes, I know you do. You're different from the others.Oliver But if God is so good . . . Why are there such terrible things all around us?Old Sally Well . . . I'm not sure I have all the answers to that, Oliver . . . except to say that there are a lot of

folks who make bad decisions and do wicked things. But you don't have to be one of them. And it was your mother's last prayer that you would follow God and do what's right . . .

(Song resumes)Old Sally Time goes quickly, oh so swiftly But you'll never, no not ever be apart: She'll be here in your heart (As Oliver hugs her) She'll be here in your heart your heart (Music continues briefly as underscore, then fades.)

(The Bumbles and Sowerberry party "unfreeze," lights rise, and Mr. Bumble leads all into Workhouse "main room" area, abruptly calling out)

Mr. Bumble Old Sally! Old Sally! Fetch me young Oliver Twist!Mrs. Bumble Come along now! Be quick about it!Mr. Bumble (As Old Sally leads Oliver in) Ahh! Here we are. (Leering at Oliver) You'd like to be an

undertaker's apprentice, wouldn't you, Oliver?Oliver (Frightened) I'm afraid not, sir. I don't think I would like it at all, sir.Mr. Bumble You will learn to like it! (Grabbing Oliver) Here he is, Mr. Sowerberry. (Prodding Oliver with his

cane) Make a bow, Oliver . . .Mr. Sowerberry (Inspecting Oliver along with the others) Hmmm. So this is the boy, eh? (To Mrs. Sowerberry)

What do you think of him, my dear?Mrs. Sowerberry Rather dirty and rather small.Mr. Bumble Oh, I dare say he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry.Mrs. Sowerberry Indeed. And while he's growing he'll probably eat us out of house and home.Mr. Sowerberry But my dear look at his unusual face.Old Sally He looks just like his mother, he does. I remember.Mrs. Bumble Hush, Old Sally Get about your business! . . . Go on! . . . . (Old Sally reluctantly leaves, giving Oliver a hug which demonstrates she realizes she may never

see him again)Mrs. Sowerberry (To Mr. Sowerberry) Er what were you saying about his face?

Mr. Sowerberry It's a sad, soulful face of melancholy most interesting and engaging, my dear. I think he would be a delightful coffin follower for children's funerals.

Mrs. Sowerberry Hmmm. Perhaps. I suppose he might come in handy for that . . . if we can get enough work out of him without putting too much food into him.

Mr. Bumble A diet of the thinnest gruel is all he requires, Mrs. Sowerberry. That and a good stout whack now and then to keep him sharp. (Taps Oliver with his cane)

Mr. Sowerberry Very well, Mr. Bumble, we'll take him.Mr. Bumble You do the parish a great service, sir. And what a bargain he is at only five pounds!Mrs. Sowerberry Humphf! The boy isn't worth a shilling more than two pounds!Mr. Sowerberry Er perhaps three pounds, my dear?Mrs. Sowerberry Certainly not!Mr. Bumble Er perhaps if you'll step this way, we can settle the matter privately and, I'm sure, amiably . . Mr. Sowerberry Of course. Noah, look after the boy.Noah Yes, sirMrs. Sowerberry What an inconvenience! Charlotte hold my umbrella.Charlotte Yes, ma'am. (Takes umbrella and curtsies) (The Bumbles and Sowerberrys exit)Noah (Swaggering over to Oliver and shoving him) So! You're gonna be the new boy, eh?

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Oliver Er yes. Yes, sir.Noah (Rudely) And how old are you?Oliver Ten, sir.Noah Ah. A good age for beatin'! I'll whip you good when we get back to the shop you'll see.Oliver Oh I wish you wouldn't, sir. Please.Noah Hah! You don't know who I am, do you?Oliver No, sir.Noah Well, I'm Noah Claypole, Mr. Sowerberry's first apprentice! (Grabbing Oliver) And you'll be

workin' under me now. Under me. You'll take orders from me and do what I say or you'll get it, ya hear? You'll be up at five every morning and you'll start the fire and open the shutters and wash the windows, and empty the trash and anything else I think of. And you'll sleep in the room with all the coffins in it! And you'll eat last ya hear me?!

Charlotte Be careful, Noah. Master Sowerberry might hear you. Don't forget he's going to make Oliver the children's coffin-follower.

Noah Yes and that don't suit me very well, that don't. He'll get to parade around in fine Sunday clothes while I get stuck at the shop doing odd jobs and dirty work! (Pushes Oliver)

Charlotte (Giggling) But, Noah! You don't have Oliver's sweet, soulful face!Noah Ha! You mean his dirty pauper's face and I'm right glad I don't have it. (To Oliver) Look at you!

What a mess! Dirty face, dirty clothes. Guess your momma hasn't been around much to look after ya, has she? Ha!

Oliver (Quietly) She's gone. Gone to heaven. Don't say anything about her.Noah Oh, she's dead, eh? Well, ain't that too bad! What was her name?Oliver (In tears) I I don't have to tell you.Noah Ha! You don't even know her name, do you? What do you think, Charlotte? He don't even know

his own mother's name!Oliver (As Charlotte giggles) No . . .no, I don't know what her name was. But I still love her, just the

same.Noah (Nudging Charlotte) Awww. Look at the tears. Poow widdle Oliver! Oliver (Becoming angry) Don't say anything more about my mother.Noah What? Listen here, Mister Work'us. Don't you be impudent with me. Ain't my fault your mother

was a downright bad'un who came to no good!Oliver (Angrily) That's not true.Noah It is true! Oh, yes, Mr. Work'us. There ain't no other kind to be found in a workhouse. And if she

didn't die, they probably would have hanged her!Oliver (Snapping) Don't you talk about my mother that way! (Pushes Noah to the floor and pounds wildly

on him with both fists. Charlotte screams) (Music begins: intense; segues to action, chase, and following song)Noah (Struggling now as a blubbering coward) Ahh! Help! He's gonna murder me! Help, Charlotte! Get

help! This kid's a killer! Ahhh . . .Charlotte (Feebly hitting Oliver with half-open umbrella) Stop it, you little wretch! Stop! Help! Missus!

Master! Help us! Oh, you horrid little villain! . . . Help! . . . (The Bumbles and Sowerberrys run in, shocked and horrified at the scene)Mrs. Sowerberry Oh! The little monster! Poor Noah! He'll kill our Noah! Stop! Somebody stop him! . . . (Over the following dialogue, the Bumbles rush to Oliver and, foolishly dodging Charlotte's

umbrella-whacking and tripping over Oliver, Noah, and each other, they finally manage to get Oliver on his feet)

Mrs Bumble Stop! Stop this at once! . . .Mr. Bumble Oliver! . . .Oliver Twist! . . . What is the meaning of this?!Noah He's gone mad! He tried to murder me!Mrs. Sowerberry Poor Noah. Are you hurt?Noah I'm half dead! Nothing but bumps and bruises! Ohhhh! . . . .Mr. Bumble You see what you've done, Oliver?Oliver (Still struggling) Yes, I see! Let me go! He was running my mother down . . .Mrs. Bumble So what if he did?! She was a no-good.Oliver She was not! It's a lie!Mr. Bumble Oliver!Mrs. Sowerberry The little brat! I won't have him!Mr. Sowerberry Mr. Bumble, I'm afraid he simply will not do at all.

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Mrs. Bumble Oh, please don't be too hasty.Mr. Bumble He evidently has a bad temper bad family and all but, I assure you, a good thrashing will

restore him! . . . (Mr. Bumble raises his cane to strike Oliver. Oliver lunges away desperately)Oliver (Breaking free and running) Nooooo! . . .Noah (Terrified, diving under table) Ahhh! Keep him away from me! . . .Help! . . . (All others attempt to catch Oliver, who frantically dodges about. He finds an opening and runs

out through the audience)Mr. Bumble Stop! Oliver! Come back!Mrs. Bumble He's running away! Stop him!. . .Stop him! . . . (All, except Noah, run out after Oliver. Noah peers out from under table)Old Sally (Running in) What's happened? What's going on?Noah That boy nearly killed me! And now he's run off!Old Sally What? Oh, no . . .(Dick and Danny, in night shirts, run in)Dick He's gone!Danny Oliver got away! We saw the whole thing from our window!Old Sally What do you mean?Dick He's outrun them all and got out into the woods.Danny They'll never catch him now!Old Sally But he's only a little boy . . . what will become of him?Dick Well, if he finds the right road . . .Danny He'll probably run all the way . . .Dick & Danny To London!Old Sally (Looking upward) Oh, Lord help him! He's in Your hands now . . . (Music rises; segue to) (Black out.)

SCENE 5: A STREET IN LONDON

(Oliver, worn and weary, stands in the dim illumination of a street lamp) SONG: "OLIVER'S PRAYER"

Oliver I've hardly ever heard one little kindly word . . . (Looking about:) Will I be blessed to see someone who cares for me? (Looking upward) Dear heavenly Father, who'd ever bother With a poor, dirty castaway like me? Where do I go now? Who do I know now? If You can hear me, will You stay near me? I'm hungry, tired, and cold, and I'm afraid so afraid I must leave this life behind, but will I find What I've prayed and prayed? Oh God, If You hear me, will You stay near me? Are You really there and do You answer prayer?

(Key change) (Behind a nearby God, can You show the way? God, are You really true? window scrim, What would my mother say? What would she have me do? (Oliver's mother, If Mother could hold me, she'd prob'ly scold me Agnes, is seen And she'd tell me to briefly watching him trust in what You'll do sing) Deep in my pocket, her golden locket Tells that You're near me and that You'll hear me

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And it says the ways of God are right and true always true And perhaps these words inscribed will be my guide To You, to You; Oh, Lord, if You know me, will You please show me? And help me find what Mother had in mind I'll follow You ! (Music segues to)

(Merchants and Londoners emerge)

SONG: "STREET SONG" (Reprise)

Bread Vendor (As Dodger I have bread! Milk Vendor spies upon I have milk!Nut Vendor Oliver) I have chestnuts!Ale Vendor Hot tea!Produce Vendor Try my fresh fruit! Try my vegetables!All There is so much to see!Meat Vendor Buy my meat!Egg Vendor Buy my eggs!Milk Vendor (Oliver, obviously Buy my milk!Ale Vendor hungry, is tempted Tea and ale!Cheese Vendor by apples & takes Try my cheese, if you please!All one from unwary Lots of bargains on sale! vendor) Come to the square and examine our wares; The finest and fair anywhere! Our prices are low One look and you'll know! (Dodger pilfers Come see all the bargains we have to bestow, apple) Yes, come one and all! We have so much to show! (Brief musical interlude)

Agnes' Voice (Heard spoken as Oliver is about to bite apple) "The ways of the Lord are right . . ." Remember these words, my son, and live by them . . .

(Song resumes)Oliver (Replacing apple) Day after day, how I long to eat more What a hard life it is to be poor!Dodger (Approaching No food, no bed . . . . only hunger instead . . . Oliver) Condemned to a beggar's life of wandering unfed; You are new in these parts and you like apple carts (Giving apple to And I have just what you want, my friend, Oliver) Or at least, it is a start; When you're tearful and you're fearful, You need someone with a heart. (Music continues as underscore)

Oliver (Speaking with mouth full) Thank you ever so much for the apple.Dodger You do seem a little hungry and the worse for wear.Oliver I am hungry and tired. I've been walking through the country for days to come here to London.Dodger Have you now?! Runnin' away from home, eh?Oliver Not a very good home.Dodger So what do you think of London?Oliver (Observing Londoners and merchants milling about) It's a very large and very strange, new place

to me. But I've heard a poor boy like me might seek his fortune here.Dodger Very likely, my friend. Very likely indeed! Got any lodgings yet?Oliver No.Dodger Any parents to come look after you?Oliver (Sadly) I'm afraid not.

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Dodger Relations of any kind?Oliver None that I know of.Dodger You're a regular orphan then, ain't ya? Say er ya happen to have any money?Oliver Not a single tuppence.Dodger Well! I guess it's a good thing I found you, isn't it? I suppose you'll be wantin' to look for

someplace to eat and sleep, won't you?Oliver Well, yes. But I don't know where to look.Dodger Now, you just leave that to me, ol' chum. I happen to know a very respectable old gentleman

who'll give you bed and board for nothing!Oliver For nothing?Dodger Nothing! That is, if a gentleman he knows introduces you. (Grinning) And I can assure you, he

knows me. And I know you. And so he'll know you, too! Er although I suppose I should ask your name.

Oliver Oliver. Oliver Twist.Dodger Oliver, Oliver Twist? Kind of redundant, ain't it?Oliver Just one Oliver.Dodger What a coincidence! There's only one of me, too. The name's Jack Dawkins, but my intimate

acquaintances call me . . .(With a flourish) . . .The Artful Dodger!

SONG: "I'D LIKE TO BE A FRIEND TO YOU"

Dodger I'd like to be a friend to you shake hands, sir; (They shake hands) Just call me Artful Dodger and I'll answer! I'm just a man about town, footloose and free; I'm just a vagabond of sorts and that suits me; I'd like to be a friend to you I'll guide you, And as your friend I'm always here beside you; I'll be your new compatriot, I know the ropes And now, my friend, you can have the highest hopes! (Oliver shivers) (Brief musical interlude) I'd like to be a friend to youOliver Me too, sir!Dodger (Offering coat) I've got a coat to lend to youOliver Thank you, sir!Dodger And as the Artful Dodger I'm known for my tricks: I'll get you out of any jam or any fix; I'd like to be a friend to you forever; And as your friend, I'll never leave. No never! I'll be your pal, your buddy through thick and through thin And now you see I'm your very best of best friends! (Musical interlude as underscore)

Oliver I'm so very pleased to meet you, Dodger. But are you sure the old gentleman you spoke of won't mind if I stay with him?

Dodger Not a bit. He has lots of young friends he takes care of and you'll get to meet them all. In fact, they'll be along any minute. And as I was sayin' any friend of mine is a friend of his. He likes me a lot and so I know he'll be very happy to have you indeed . . .

(Song resumes)Dodger (Fagin, Nancy & Ol' Fagin is a friend to us indeed, sir; orphans enter as He'll help an orphan boy who is in need, sir! Merchants & Here comes that jolly gentleman of which I spoke; Londoners observe) He'll help you find your fortune there's no better bloke! (Shaking Fagin's hand) Just call him Mister Fagin and he'll answer;Fagin (Shaking Oliver's hand) I'd like to be a friend to you shake hands, sir!Dodger & Fagin We'll be your new compatriots, we'll point the way And now, my friend, let's begin a bright new day! (Brief musical interlude)

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Merchants & Londoners Fagin and Artful Dodger are two book-ends! You were alone but now you have two new friends;Orphans And you've got chums to care for you it's a great day

We'll be your new compatriots, we'll point the way!All (Key change) We're (They're) one big happy family of street urchins, We'll (They'll) give you food and lodgin' so quit searchin'! We'll (They'll) be your new companions now We (They) know the ropes (Coda) Life is sensational and inspirational We have the high, high, high, high, high, high, highest of hopes! Your life will be sensational and truly inspirational You'll have the high, high, high, high, high, high, highest Of highest hopes ! (Music continues as underscore; segue to next song)

Fagin (Inspecting Oliver) Well, well, well! Dodger has brought us a new member to welcome into our happy family. And it appears he has made a fine acquaintance indeed.

Dodger (Aside) As always, Fagin, I've brought him on trial, of course.Fagin Of course. Good work, Dodger.Dodger (Less confidently) His name is Oliver Twist.Fagin How do you do, my dear? We're very happy to welcome you into our midst. Our existence is

humble, but not without adventure and excitement. (Orphans surround Oliver eagerly as Dodger whispers in Fagin's ear, gesturing toward Oliver)A Girl Let me hang on to your cap for you, Oliver! (Snatches cap and turns it inside out)A Boy Permit me to spare you the trouble of emptying out your pockets before you go to bed tonight!

(Dives into Oliver's pockets, but finds nothing.)Nancy (Pushing Orphans aside) Now, now let him be. Let him get acquainted. I'm Nancy, Oliver. And

this is Miss Betsy, although we call her Bet for short.Oliver (Bowing) I'm so very pleased to meet you.Nancy Well, look at that! He's got manners!Bet A perfect gentleman!Nancy I'm very pleased to meet you, Oliver! (She curtsies)Bet (Curtsies) A pleasure, I'm sure, Oliver! (Orphans make faces and rudely mimic the bows and curtsies)Fagin (Noticing Orphans' rude behavior) That's enough, boys and girls. You're not making a very good

first impression. After all, the boy's undoubtedly had a rough few days and a long journey. This is his opportunity to set things right, make fine new friends, put all his troubles in the past and start over again. Yes! That's it! A whole new beginning for Oliver Twist! After all . . .

SONG: "IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO START OVER

Fagin It's never too late to start over again, And I am here to help remind you! It's never too late to start over again, No matter what has come behind you; It's never too late to start over again, You'll be "in the chips, " yes, "your ship has come in!" Let come what may, there's no need for dismay, It's a wonderful day to start overDodger & Fagin Life can be great when you anticipate That it's never to late, no, it's never too late (Nancy) No, it's never too late to start over (over) Over (over) over!Nancy It's never too late to start over again,Fagin It doesn't matter how you "blew it!"Oliver It's never too late to start over again,Nancy Just make up your mind and then do it!

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Dodger/Fagin/Nancy Forget all your troubles, forget all your woes, (Bill Sikes appears Just pick yourself up and then dust off your clothes and dourly observes) Wear a confident grin as a man among men, 'Cause it's never too late to start over again! It's never to late to start over (over) Over (over) over!Produce Vendor What should you do when your vegetables wilt?Egg Vendor And what if the eggs in your basket should tilt?Milk Vendor Try not to cry over milk that's been spilt!Fagin Just wear a big grin and start over again!All Life can be great when you anticipate That it's never too late, no, it's never too late No, it's never too late to start over (over) Over (over) over! (Musical interlude as underscore)

(Taking chest from Bill, who pulls them both to less conspicuous position)Fagin Ahh! Our old, dear friend Bill Sikes! How did it go last night, Bill? (Opening chest top) Ah ha! Very well, I see! Good work, Bill! (Greedily lifting up pieces of bright

jewelry and necklaces) Yes, indeed! You've done a beautiful piece of work, ha! (As Nancy, Bet, Dodger, and orphans gather) Look my dears, but . . .(sharply) . . . don't touch! . . . Yes, a wonderful haul indeed . . .

Sikes (Grimly) It wasn't an easy job to pull, I assure you, Fagin.Fagin (Holding up glittering necklace to Nancy) Wouldn't you look like a queen in this, my dear Nancy?

(Orphans "oooh and ahhh.")Nancy It's beautiful. (Laughing) If only I had the clothes to go with it.Fagin (Waving a braclelet) And wouldn't our Bet make a fine lady with this on her arm, eh? (Orphans

"oooh and ahhh.")Bet (Also laughing) A bid gaudy, Fagin. (Blinking) Besides, it don't match me eyes!Fagin And it's not nearly as lovely!Sikes You best mind how you handle these things, Fagin. See that you take care of it or I'll take car of

you!Fagin Now, now Bill. That's no way to talk to the man who practically raised ya. Why, you and your wife

Nancy are like me own flesh and blood. Seems to me I can remember when we were a lot worse off back when you came to me just like Oliver here has come. So what if we lose it all? . . We've started over before, haven't we? Just like Oliver . . .

(Song resumes)Fagin It's never too late to start over again.Dodger The day is yours, make something of it!Oliver It's never too late to start over again,Nancy Whatever happens, rise above it!All (Except Sikes) It's never too late to start over again. Greet the new day in a lighthearted wayOliver When tragedy comes and you're feeding on crumbs, (Merchants & There's no need to be glum, just start over! Londoners laugh (Brief musical interlude) and exit)

Fagin (Spoken) That's the spirit, Oliver! You're going to be a splendid addition to our humble home! Speaking of which . . . let's head for home now . . .

Fagin (As Dodger, Nancy Oh, let's get you where you can have a new start, Orphans, and Sikes It's just behind the town square alley;All join Fagin & Oliver We know the way well, yes, we know it by heart parading through And once you're there, you'll start to rally audience and back It isn't real fancy, it's kinda "low brow." to main stage) But we call it home and we like it somehow;

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The finest of shacks on this side of the tracks, It's a place to relax and start over (over) Over (over) over !

SCENE 6: FAGIN'S WAREHOUSE LAIR

All We welcome you here to our cozy abode, It isn't a lot, but we make it;Nancy You'll find that we live by our own special code:Dodger We live day by day and we fake it;Nancy You're welcome to bed and you're welcome to boardFagin And we only charge what a lad can affordAll Let come what may, there's no need for dismay It's a wonderful day to start over!Fagin (Scolding Orphans) Now, nobody's rude here and no one offends, The boys and the girls here will soon be your friends;All You won't be alone in your happy new home It's a place of your ownFagin Yes, a place of your own All It's a place of your own to start over (over) Over (over) over !

Oliver My! You have a rather large family here, haven't you, Mr. Fagin?Fagin (Jovially grinning) Oh, yes, indeed I have, Oliver. You might say all these boys and girls are just

like my er grandchildren . . . (Orphans laugh loudly, to Oliver's surprise.)Oliver Oh?Fagin With the exception of this fine gentleman, Oliver. (Leading Oliver over to grim Sikes) This is my

er business partner. Yes, that's it. Mr. Bill Sikes. (Sikes scowls and growls at Oliver, who backs away frightened.)

Oliver (Looking about awkwardly) Er what are all these. Mr. Fagin?Fagin Ah, yes. I see you've noticed the pocket handkerchiefs, eh? There are a good many of them, ain't

there? Er we've just got 'em ready for the wash! (Orphans laugh again.)Bet It's a regular laundry we've got here, Oliver.Fagin Come sit down, Oliver. Bring him something to eat, Nancy. He must be hungry. (As Nancy gives

Oliver bread) Now, Dodger, I hope you've been hard at work this morning.Dodger (Pulling several handkerchiefs out of his pockets) Hard as nails, Fagin!Fagin (Examining handkerchiefs) Ahh! These are very good ones, Dodger, but the initials shall have to

be picked out with a needle before we can sell them. Nancy & Bet will teach Oliver how to do it. You'd like that, wouldn't you Oliver, my dear?

Oliver Oh yes, sir. I'll do whatever I may to earn my keep.Fagin That's a good lad. Very good indeed! (Slyly) Er I think it would be to your advantage if the boys

and girls and I present you with an opportunity. Yes, an opportunity! Boys and girls get ready, now. Oliver I'd like to show you a little game we play around here. (Boys stuff handkerchiefs into Fagin's pockets.)

(Music begins)Oliver A game, sir?Fagin Indeed! Now, Oliver, I'll pretend to be an absent-minded old gentleman, browsing in great leisure

along a row of shop windows thusly. (He demonstrates.) Now watch closely. (He wanders about in a whimsical manner, humming or whistling melody of underscore. Boys/Girls take opportunity to jostle and distract him taking the handkerchiefs one by one and passing them to Nancy, Bet and Dodger.) Ha, ha! Well done!

Dodger You're picked clean, Fagin! (General laughter.) Fagin (Checking pockets) So I am. so I am!Oliver What a fun little game it is!Fagin Indeed! Indeed, my dear boy! . . . Now, make our friend Dodger here your target and do just what

you saw the others do. See the handkerchief hanging out of his pocket?

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Oliver Yes, sir.Dodger See if you can take it out without my feeling it.Fagin That's right! It's a truly delightful game . . .have a go at it, won't you? . . .

SONG: "THE PICKPOCKET GAME"

Fagin Wouldn't you like to tame our little game now? Wouldn't you like to score a victory? (Positioning Oliver) Step right up and make yourself a name now! It's just about as easy as can be! And you'll find the peace of mind that comes from every pocket, (Sikes is clearly But don't ya dare to drop it, 'cause I'm gonna have to swap it agitated) For some hard money cash, clear and free.Dodger (Oliver makes efforts Come and grab it boy! Do it gingerly!Fagin to retrieve pocket Better nab it boy! You'll have victory!Dodger handkerchiefs) You can have it, boy! But the secret of the trickFagin & Dodger Is to do it slyly and do it quick!Orphans (Cheering on Oliver) Do it slyly and do it quick!

Sikes (Aside, angrily) Did ya have to tell him you're a "fence," sir?Fagin (Spoken) (Well . . . )Sikes Isn't that extreme and rather rash?Fagin (Spoken) (Now, now . . .)Sikes I always have suspected you were dense, sir!Fagin (Spoken) (Oh?!)Sikes Ya told the kid ya fence the goods for cash!Fagin (Spoken) (So what?)Fagin (Resumes singing) Oliver is just a lad, naive and sweet and mild, Why, he's just a simple child and he's thoroughly beguiled; (Oliver succeeds) He will soon earn his keep, so just smile! (Excitedly to Oliver) You have done it boy! And so easily!Nancy & Bet You have won it boy! And so naturally!All You have done it, boy! You not only played the game, You have played it well and deserve acclaim! (Brief musical interlude)

Fagin What an exceptionally clever lad you are, Oliver! Isn't he clever, boys and girls?!Orphans Very clever! Amazing! He's done so well for his first time! He plays a good game! Etc. (As the Orphans surround and cheer Oliver, Dodger joins Fagin, Nancy and Bet in an informal

conference near Sikes)Dodger What do ya think, Fagin? Can we let him come with us?Bet Only to watch of course.Dodger And give us a chance to watch him!Fagin He's amazingly good at it, isn't he? Hmmm . . . Perhaps . . . just perhaps . . .

(Song resumes)Dodger Fagin, don't ya think the boy is ready?Fagin (Spoken; resolved) (Ready!)Dodger Shouldn't he see the action for himself?Fagin (Spoken) (Indeed!)Dodger He's proven that his hand is quick and steadyFagin (Spoken) (Right!)Dodger (Grabbing Oliver) And Oliver wants to earn his share of wealth!Oliver (Spoken) (Yes, sir!)Orphans (Grabbing Oliver & With pockets on the docket, we might find a fancy locket circling him) And then Fagin's gonna hock it or he'll find a way to swap it (Boy searches Oliver) For some hard money cash, don't you see?Fagin (Aside to Sikes) The boy doesn't see obviously

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And therefore he can be of use to me! (Reflective musical interlude "Mother's Lament" chorus)

Boy (Holding up Oliver's locket taken from a vest pocket) Hey look! Speakin' of pockets look what I found! I musta missed it earlier. (Hands it to Fagin.)

Fagin A beautiful locket indeed. (Orphans "oooh and ahhh.")Oliver Please, sir. May I have it back?Fagin You've been holdin' out on us, Oliver?Oliver Please, sir. It's the only thing I have in the world. Please don't take it away. I'm hoping that one day

it will help me find my family.Fagin Oliver, my dear! We're your family now! I'll just tuck this away in my treasure box, temporarily,

for safe keeping, eh? (Slyly) There are treacherous people about!Oliver But, sir (Fagin places locket in treasure box.) Fagin Now, now, Oliver, my dear. Let's not forget our little game! This is your opportunity. Just follow

Dodger's example and do what he tells you. (Music returns to "The Pickpocket Game" theme, with ominous tones)Dodger (Taking Oliver) I'll keep a sharp eye on him.Fagin Be sure that you do, Dodger. And bring him safely home. Don't lose sight of him for an instant.Dodger Don't worry . . . (To Oliver) Now, here's some special tips for the game . . . (He whispers to Oliver

briefly, "in conference.")Nancy I don't know about that one, Fagin. He's not like the others. He's not like the way er we were.

Besides, he doesn't look well.Sikes He's too sickly and pale to be of any use to us.Fagin Ahh but if he proves himself, Bill, his sweet angelic face will work to his advantage and ours.

Who would suspect him? Sikes But if he doesn't work out . . . he'll be just another street child who meets with an unfortunate

disappearance and remembered by nobody . . . (He stares at Oliver.)Fagin (Changing subject to something less distasteful) Ahem! Let's get these handkerchiefs ready,

Nancy. I plan to sell them tomorrow. Come, Bill. I've got to get these jewels locked safely away . . (Noticing Sikes staring at Oliver) . . . Must you always brood over everything so much, Bill? Let's give the boy a chance. He may prove to be a valuable investment indeed.

Sikes You'd better be right about him. (Music brightens)Fagin (Festively) Of course! Of course! (To Oliver) All right, Oliver! Get to it! To work, boys and

girls! . . .

(Song resumes)Fagin Oliver, it appears that you are ready!Oliver (Spoken) (Ready)Fagin I think it's time you saw the game for real!Oliver (Spoken) (Oh boy!)Fagin You've proven that you're honest and you're steady.Oliver (Spoken) (Steady!)Fagin (Shaking his hand) So go and earn your keep, is that a deal?Oliver (Spoken) (Yes, sir!)Dodger& Orphans So, now we're off and running to be clever, quick and cunning (Dodger & Bet lead And remember all the same now, it is just a friendly game now, Orphans into And we'll have a ball, let's be swift! audience area) (Let's be swift!) And pick up lots of pocket handkerchiefs!Fagin ` Yes, gang!Fagin & Orphans Pick up lots of handkerchiefs ! (Segue to next song)

(Fagin, Sikes, and Nancy exit. Dodger, Bet, and Oliver emerge from pack of Orphans, who disperse, and return to main stage where Merchants and Londoners appear. Among them, Brownlow approaches book vendor, Miss Wordsmith. A constable roams about)

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SCENE 7: A STREET IN LONDON

SONG: "STREET SONG" (Reprise)

Bread Vendor (As Brownlow Buy my bread! Golden bread! Wholesome bread here for sale!Nut Vendor approaches) Roasted chestnuts, hot chestnuts!Ale Vendor I have fine tea and ale!Egg Vendor (Dodger & Co. I have eggs! Buy my eggs! They're the freshest of fresh!Poultry Vendor observe) Buy my poultry!Produce Vendor Buy my vegetables!Cheese Vendor Buy my cheese, please it's the best!Miss Wordsmith (To others) That's all well and good, but it's also well known (Motions to Bread Vendor) Men cannot live on bread alone! We must feed the mind, and if you're so inclined, (Enticing Brownlow) Come see me and look at the books you will find! I have books! Buy my books! Many books here for sale! (Holding up books) All the latest new novels and interesting tales; As you look at a book, you may travel afar, For a book can transport you to places bizarre You can go 'round the world while You're standing where you are! (Music continues as underscore)

Mr. Brownlow Wonderful, dear lady! And what a fine selection of books you have. Such quality!Miss Wordsmith Thank you, sir. Do take your time and browse to your heart's content.Mr. Brownlow Thank you, I will . . . (He browses)Oliver (To Dodger and Bet) Why are we stopping here?Dodger Shhh. Do you see that rich-looking gentleman over there by the bookseller?Oliver Yes, I see him.Dodger He's perfect . . . He wouldn't notice if we dropped a firecracker down his drawers! . . . He'll be our

first customer.Bet A prime target!Oliver What do you mean? Does he buy handkerchiefs?Dodger (Laughing with Bet) Just wait here, Oliver, and watch how Bet and me play the game! . . . (Dodger and Bet stalk Brownlow, looking around carefully)Oliver (Confused) What are you doing? What? . . . (Starts to follow them, then stops, watching in

amazement as Dodger neatly takes a handkerchief from Brownlow's coat pocket and hands it to Bet, who swiftly tucks it up her sleeve. Then both link arms and saunter casually away from Brownlow.) Why it isn't a game at all! You're you're you're theives! . . . It isn't right . . . (Dodger beckons urgently to Oliver, who shakes his head "no" and backs away toward Brownlow)

Mr. Brownlow (Looks up, feels in his coat pocket, then turns around just as Oliver begins to back away) My handkerchief! (Looking at Oliver) You!

Oliver (Horrified) No!Mr. Brownlow Here, boy! Give me my handkerchief! (Oliver panics and runs.) (Music rises a mood of excitement bursts forth)Mr. Brownlow Stop! Stop! My handkerchief! Stop, thief! Thief!Londoners There he goes! Don't let him get away! After him! He stole that gentleman's handkerchief! Quick,

quick! Here he is! Catch him! Etc. (Oliver runs about wildly as Dodger and Bet sneaks to sidelines. As Oliver is chased, Dodger pulls his cap low over his face and turns collar up. Bet conceals herself with shawl over her head. Oliver eventually plows into the Constable, who grabs him. Emerging from the crowd that gathers is Miss Monks, who peers sharply at Oliver and disdainfully observes the commotion)

(Music becomes subdued; fades.)Constable (Grabbing Oliver;) Well! What have we here? A young pickpocket, eh?Mr. Brownlow I'm afraid this boy took my handkerchief, Constable. (Hesitantly) At least....it appears he did.Oliver (Terrified) Oh, no sir. I didn't take it! I didn't!Constable (A bit roughly) Sure, sure....of course you didn't. That's what they all say.

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Oliver Please believe me.Constable (Searching Oliver) Hold still, you young devil....You're probably part of that pickpocket ring that's

been the scourge of all London. I'd like to get my hands on that gang!....Hmmm....(To Brownlow) Well, I must admit, there's no handkerchief on his person, sir. You'll have to come to headquarters to press the chargeofficial paperwork and all....

Mr. Brownlow (Lost in thought and "melting" at the sight of Oliver) Erwhat? Oh charges er well, is that really necessary, Constable?

Constable Yes, sir. We have cases like this every day, sir. If the boy is fortunate, he'll get off with a light sentence of only, say, three months hard labor. (Begins to take Oliver.)

Mr. Brownlow (Shocked) Hard labor! Constable, I really don't....Miss Wordsmith Wait! Please stop! Don't take the boy.Constable Who are you, ma'am?Miss Wordsmith I'm Elsa Wordsmith, Constable. I'm a bookseller and I saw what happened.Constable Oh? And what did you see ma'am?Miss Wordsmith I saw this boy, and another boy, and a girl loitering on the street near this gentleman who was

browsing through my books. His handkerchief was taken by the other boy, who handed it to the girl, and they both disappeared in all the confusion.

Constable Are you quite certain of all this?Miss Wordsmith Yes, indeed. The little vagabonds! In broad daylight and on a respectable street! What is the

world coming to? This poor boy is innocent....you mustn't take him away.Constable I see. Very well. There's no need to overcrowd the courts with another case. (He releases Oliver,

who collapses. To onlookers) All right....move along. Move along! (Constable disperses Londoners, then returns to Brownlow and Oliver. Dodger and Bet watch intently on one side of the "street" as Miss Monks peers at Oliver from the other side)

Mr. Brownlow (Bending over Oliver) Poor, poor boy! I'm afraid he's very ill and frightened half to death. (Kindly to Oliver) No one will hurt you now. I'll see to that. (Oliver nods weakly.)

Constable From the looks of him, he doesn't seem to have any home but the streets.Mr. Brownlow He does now.Miss Wordsmith Are you going to help him, sir?Mr. Brownlow Indeed I am. I'll bring him to my home in Pentonville. My housekeeper will help me take good

care of him. (He helps Oliver up; Oliver leans against Brownlow, obviously weak.)Constable You're doing a commendable thing, sir. Much obliged. I'm sorry I was so hasty in misjudging the

lad.Mr. Brownlow Perhaps we both were. (Extending hand to Constable and Wordsmith) My name isConstable Mr. Brownlow, isn't it?Mr. Brownlow Why, yes.Constable I thought I recognized you. Your philanthropy and work for charitable causes is well-known here

in London and much appreciated.Miss Wordsmith Indeed it is, sir.Mr. Brownlow Thank you. For now, I'll just get the lad in my coach around the corner and welcome him to his

new home.Oliver (Weakly) Thank you, sir....Mr. Brownlow You are most welcome. Goodness! It occurs to me I don't even know your name....Oliver My....name....is....Oliver....

SONG: "OLIVER!"

Oliver/Dodger/Bet Oliver!Mr. Brownlow (Oliver!)Miss Monk (Oliver!)Dodger/Bet We have let him get away Oliver!Mr. Brownlow (Oliver!)Miss Monk (Oliver!)Dodger & Bet All our secrets will betray!Miss Monk (All my secrets betray!)Dodger & Bet We lost the "game" and we'll get the blame; We'll pay the cost for what we've lost

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And nothing will be the same!Miss Monks (Nothing will be the same!) Oliver!Dodger & Bet (Oliver!)Mr. Brownlow (Oliver!)Miss Monks It's him! The very same! Oliver!Dodger & Bet (Oliver!)Mr. Brownlow (Oliver!)Miss Monks Yes, how well I know that name!Dodger & Bet (We'll get all the blame!)Miss Monks Through all the years, he's my worst of fears; He's haunting me, so endlessly I curse his wretched nameDodger & Bet (We will get all the blame!) Oliver!Miss Monks (Oliver!)Mr. Brownlow (Oliver!)Dodger & Bet (Exiting) Old Fagin will be sore!Mr. Brownlow Oliver!Miss Wordsmith (Exiting) (Oliver!)Constable (Exiting) (Oliver!)Brownlow (Exiting w/Oliver) I will see your health restored....Miss Monks (Stepping into I know that boy....And I know that man! audience) I curse the day when they got in my way Oliver!....I cannot endure this boy; Oliver!....I will see his life destroyed! In my good time, I will get what's mine And Oliver will fall once for all (Exiting) Once for all once for all (Music continues as underscore)

SCENE 8: FAGIN'S WAREHOUSE LAIR

(Fagin is running his hands through the loot in his treasure box as Sikes enters accompanied by Nancy)

Sikes I might have known I'd find you counting your money.Fagin Merely a hobby of mine, Bill.Sikes Well, while you're counting, you can just throw a little more of it my way. I've had Nancy go through those scribbled figures you call books and just as I've thought all along things aren't adding up. You've been cheating me, you old buzzard. And you know what happens to people who dare to cross me! I have a good mind toFagin Bill, Bill! I wouldn't cheat you! We've known each other too long for that sort ofDodger (Entering with Bet) Er hello, Fagin....Bill.Fagin Back already?Sikes What's this? Only the two of you?Fagin Where's Oliver? (Dodger and Bet look at each other uneasily.) What's become of the boy?!....(Grabbing Dodger by collar) Speak up!Dodger Well, he didn't take much to our line of work, Fagin. So when a rich gentleman offered him a ride in a coach off he went!Bet That's what happened.Fagin What?!Dodger That's all. Let me go! (Jerks free and joins Bet in retreating away from Fagin.) (Advancing on Dodger and Bet) I put him in your charge and you let him get away?! Do you know what this means?! He knows all about us! He might say something that could get us into trouble!....Sikes Why, you greedy old skeleton! What are you afraid of? Do you think the little brat will

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blab to his rescuer so you'll be found out, maybe? (Sneering) And hanged?Fagin (Fiercely) Perhaps you don't realize, Bill, that if the game was up with me, it might be up for all of us! And you're the murderer among us. It would come out much worse for you than it would for me!Sikes (Realizing his position) Well, then....we've got to get the boy back, don't we!Fagin Dodger! Spill what you know!Dodger We heard the old gentleman say he lived in Pentonville.Fagin Pentonville? A very genteel neighborhood. We shall have to look around there and investigate first. Bet would like to make a few discreet inquiries for us, wouldn't she? Inasmuch as she helped get us in this mess! (Miss Monks appears in background and eavesdrops)Bet (Backing away from Fagin) Er ah I never travel that far from home, Fagin. Besides, it sounds dangerous. I don't think so....Fagin (Growls at Bet and turns to Nancy) Then Nancy will go, won't you, my dear?Nancy The boy's out of our company now. Let him be.Sikes What kind of talk is that?! He could blab to the police about us! You'll go, Nance!Nancy But he's not like the others. He's better off where he is. Why should he be like us?Sikes (Grabbing Nancy roughly by the arm) You always have had a pathetic soft spot, haven't you?Nancy Some people might call it a conscience.Sikes (Pulling her toward himself) I say you'll go help get the boy. He's more likely to come along quiet with you.Nancy (Wincing in pain) All right! You're hurting me, Bill. I'll go. (Sikes releases her) But what shall I do? How shall I go about it?Miss Monks (Stepping forward suddenly) I'll tell you exactly how to go about it!.... (All are startled. Fagin snaps closed his treasure box lid in panic. Sikes draws his pistol. Dodger and Bet grab Miss Monks)Fagin Who are you?! How did you get in here?Miss Monks I know how to slip into places without being noticed. Don't worry. You certainly have nothing to fear from me. I've heard enough and seen enough to know that we can do business together concerning the boy.Fagin And just what boy are you talking about?Miss Monks The one just taken home by a Pentonville gentleman. We both know who I mean.Fagin (Exchanging looks with Sikes) What about him?Miss Monks I want him. And I think you and your friends here can secure him for me. I cannot pursue him myself, for the gentleman knows me and would interfere. Fagin I have particular reasons for wanting him back. Why should I get him back for you?Miss Monks For a price! (Removing coin bag from her cloak) And I do not deal in trifles! (Throws bag at Fagin; Dodger and Bet relax hold on her and peer curiously at bag.)Fagin (Examining coins greedily) Well, well. Most generous indeed! You have my full attention.Miss Monks Consider that bag of coins your fee for getting the boy back. Then, if you do as I ask, you'll get double this amount.Fagin Double?!Miss Monks I assure you, my interest in him is similar to yours. We can assist each other very nicely.Fagin Double this amount, you say? (Miss Monks nods.) Very well. Do go on, Miss erMiss Monks I call myself Miss Monks. (Sikes puts pistol away.) Now, the gentleman's name is Thomas Brownlow. He is a very rich and influential philanthropist. It won't be easy to get the boy away from him. The first thing to do is to spend a few days keeping a watch on the house.Fagin Yes. Nancy and Bill can help with that, if you'll show the way.Miss Monks I will. (She begins leading the others toward audience) The boy is obviously exhausted and ill, so he'll probably remain at Brownlow's at least until he begins to recover. I'll explain my plan on the way to Pentonville....

(Song resumes)

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Miss Monks (As Fagin shows Oliver! Others off money from (Oliver! Oliver!)Miss Monks Monk's pouch, He's a specter from the past but OliverOthers inciting others) (Oliver! Oliver!)Miss Monks Will be in my grasp at last!Others (He'll be ours at last!)Miss Monks Time after timeOthers (Time after time)Miss Monks I get what's mine!All (We'll pull the crime!) And Oliver will fallonce for all Once for allonce for all (Music rises to crescendo.)

(Black out.)

(End of Act I).

End of ACT I

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ACT II

Entracte

SCENE 1: MR. BROWNLOW'S ESTATE AT PENTONVILLE

(As lights on main stage rise, Mr. Brownlow and Rose meet at center stage. Mr. Brownlow enters with a walking stick and holds a rose; Mrs. Bedwin is busy dusting and observes)

Rose Good morning, sir.Mr. Brownlow Good morning, my dear. (Handing the rose to her) Fresh from the garden. A rose for my lovely

Rose! . . .

SONG: "AT HOME"

Mr. Brownlow Rose, you're as lovely as can be Mrs. Bedwin (Lovely as a spring time flower!)Mr. Brownlow I'm glad you've come to stay with me Mrs. Bedwin (You're delightful every hour!)Mr. Brownlow A picture of splendor, so tender, my dear, I'm so happy that you're here; Your father always had been a good friend to me; Since childhood we were close as two good friends could be;Rose & Brownlow When he passed away, we cried; Since then, you've been at my side . . .Rose You've loved me like Father Mr. Brownlow A daughter you are!Rose & Brownlow You're so dear to my own heart . . .The Three We won't be alone now, We're home now as three And we're happy as can be!Mr. Brownlow (To Both) And I'm so glad you like the lad who stays with us;Rose Oliver has earned our faith and trust;Mr. Brownlow (To Rose) You've helped the boy to read and, indeed, he's excelled . . .Rose & Bedwin I'm just so glad he's healing and feeling so well; (Oliver makes a , (Musical flourish) Brownlow grand entrance, Here he is and he looks grand! Rose & Bedwin looking his best) (What a handsome boy we see here!)Rose (Oliver bows) What a proper little man!Brownlow & Bedwin (Yes, indeed, we must agree, dear!)Rose God gave to us a foundling, astounding to seeThe Three No need for you to roam now, you're home now , and free!Oliver Top of the morning, ladies, sir Rose (It's a morning bright and happy!)Oliver (Serving from trays) Tea and muffins you prefer Mrs. Bedwin (Service that is mighty snappy!)The Three And as we are eating, some reading, dear boy You have brought us so much joy! (Music continues as underscore, eventually fading)

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Mr. Brownlow I am so very pleased to learn of your ability in reading, young man, and I think it's a capital idea to hear a sample of your progress. (Rose gets large family Bible.)

Oliver Rose has helped me, sir. And it was a dear older lady named Sally who first who first taught me back at the at the workhouse.

Mr. Brownlow I see. That was certainly a kind gesture on the woman's part. But you needn't worry about the workhouse. That's all in the past now. Tell me, what have you and Rose been reading lately?

Rose (Handing Oliver the Bible) Here, Oliver. We left off here . . . chapter nineteen . . .Oliver We've been reading the Psalms together . . .(Reading) Ummm . . . "The law of the Lord is perfect,

re reviving the soul. The sta sta Rose (Over Oliver's shoulder) Statutes. Oliver "The statutes of the lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple."Mrs. Bedwin Good lad.Mr. Brownlow Very fine, Oliver. Good words to think upon . . . wise and true indeed. And you're sounding out the

words very well. Do continue.Rose Verse eight.Oliver (Reading) "The ways of the Lord are right." (Oliver looks up.) That's the verse my mother gave to

me. It's inscribed on a locket she gave me . . . (Lost in thought) . . . Mother . . . (Mr. Brownlow, Rose, and Mrs. Bedwin exchange anxious looks, sensing awkwardness.)

It would be a fine mother indeed who would have those words inscribed on a locket.Oliver She was good, sir ,. . . I'm sure of it . . .Mr. Brownlow I have no doubt.Rose (Changing subject) Well, as you can see, Oliver is becoming quite a fine reader. And he writes as

well as he reads.Oliver Thank you, Miss Rose. You've been a very kind teacher.Rose You've been an eager pupil. You learn quickly.Oliver (Looking at portrait on wall) Do you think that someday I might learn to paint pictures, too?Rose It's quite possible.Mr. Brownlow You are very fond of that portrait, aren't you?Oliver Oh, yes. The lady has such a beautiful face, yet her eyes are so sorrowful. When I sat here while I

was ill, I used to look at her. She almost seemed alive as if she wanted to speak to me. (The others chuckle)

Oh? (Looks at portrait, then at Oliver, , then back again) How odd . . . I never noticed that before.Oliver Noticed what, sir?Mr. Brownlow Oh, nothing, my dear, nothing at all. (Glances at portrait again, then turns back to Oliver) Now,

Oliver, you have been with me for a month and, since you have recovered from your fever, I'm sure you will understand that I must now

Oliver (Alarmed) Oh! Don't send me away, sir! Please don't send me away! Don't send me to that awful place I came from! . . .

(Consoling) Oh, no Oliver. Don't worry, dear. (A knock is heard.) Excuse me . . . (Exits.)Rose Mr. Brownlow would never send you away.Mr. Brownlow Certainly not. My boy, you needn't be afraid of my ever deserting you. unless you give me cause

to do so.Oliver Oh, I'll never do that, sir.Mr. Brownlow I hope not. Indeed, I feel strongly disposed to trust you and I am more interested in your welfare

with each passing day more interested on your behalf than I can well account for. Now, we must think about your future and your education and . . .

Mrs. Bedwin (Re-entering) pardon me, sir. Mrs. Grimwig is here. She inquired if there were any muffins in the house and, when I said yes, she announced she had come to tea.

Mr. Browlow (Laughing) Very well, sen her in. (Mrs. Bedwin exits.) We'll have our little talk after tea, Oliver. Mrs. Clara Grimwig is an old and dear friend of mine. She is a bit crusty in her manners, but a very worthy creature, I assure you.

Mrs. Grimwig (Led in by Mrs. Bedwin and huffily brandishing a walking cane) Now look here, Thomas! Do you see this? (Waving an orange peel) It's a fine thing to call at a friend's house only to find a piece of orange peel on the front step! I've slipped and nearly died on an orange peel once almost lame for life! And I know an orange peel will be my death! (Noticing Rose) Oh! How are you, my dear? (Noticing Oliver through spectacles)

Hullo!...Aha! Who is this?

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Mr. Brownlow (Barely concealing his amusement) Why, this is young Oliver Twist. Surely you remember me telling you about him?

Mrs. Grimwig Aha! So this must be the boy who ate an orange and left the peel on the front step!Mr. Brownlow No, no, Clara. He hasn't eaten an orange today. (Helping her into armchair) Come, do sit down.Mrs. Grimwig (Peering sharply at Oliver) So this is the boy you found in the street, is it? This is the boy who

had the fever?Mr. Brownlow This is the boy.Mrs. Grimwig And how are you now, boy?Oliver (Bowing politely) Much better now, thank you ma'am.Mrs. Grimwig (Snorting) Humphf!Mr. Brownlow Rose, will you kindly tell Mrs. Bedwin she may bring Mrs. Grimwig some fresh muffins now?Rose Of course. Come along Oliver. We'll each have a sample too! (They exit.)Mrs. Grimwig Now, Thomas, what on earth do you really know about that boy?Mr. Brownlow Well, I've made some inquiries and I've advertised in the papers, but I've had no satisfactory

answers to date. He has told me he's an orphan, raised in a country workhouse. He ran away to London to escape a miserable apprenticeship to an undertaker, fell in with bad company completely unaware, and you know how I came to find him.

Mrs. Grimwig Humphf! Does Mrs. Bedwin count your silverware at night, my friend? She just might find a teaspoon or two missing one of these days!

Mr. Brownlow I'm sure nothing of the kind will ever happen, Clara. Oliver is quite well-mannered. And well, I've noticed that he bears a striking resemblance to that portrait of Rose's sister.

Mrs. Grimwig (Peering at portrait through spectacles) Humphf! That's a stretch, I must say! And I should think you'd spare Rose the chore of keeping company with that young vagabond.

Mr. Brownlow Rose and Oliver have become good friends. As you know, Rose is very dear to me for the sake of my long acquaintance with her father. (Glancing at portrait) And the unfortunate circumstances surrounding the death of her sister. This is her home now. And Oliver's. (Mrs. Bedwin enters with Rose and Oliver, carrying muffins and offering them to Mrs. Grimwig)

Mrs. Grimwig Ah, Mrs. Bedwin! You are indeed a wonder with muffins! (Tasting) Excellent, as usual!Mrs. Bedwin Thank you, ma'am. (Tea is poured.)Oliver A man who works with Miss Wordsmith left these books for you, Mr. Brownlow.Mr. Brownlow Oh? I have some books to send back to Miss Wordsmith.Mrs. Bedwin I'm sorry, sir. But the man has gone.Mrs. Grimwig Why don't you let Oliver take them back for you? (With a sarcastic cackle) I'm sure he'll deliver

them safely! (Music resumes)Oliver Oh, yes! Do let me take them for you, sir. I would be happy to help you.Mrs. Bedwin But, Oliver I'm not sure you're well enough yet to go out in the streets and Mrs. Grimwig Nonsense. He looks perfectly well to me. (With a snide cough) But, of course, if he can't be

trusted . . .Mr. Brownlow (Firmly) You shall go, Oliver. It isn't far. Here are the books and a five pound note to pay Miss

Wordsmith for the others.Oliver (Taking books and placing money in his pocket) Yes, sir! I won't be gone long, sir.Mr. Brownlow I have complete confidence in you, Oliver...

(Song resumes)Mr. Brownlow Yes, I'm so glad you're just the lad who came to us;Rose & Bedwin You certainly have earned our faith and trust;Mr. Brownlow So go and pay my bill, sir;Oliver I will, sir, oh yes! I'll be back in ten minutes or possibly less!Mr. Brownlow Sounds as if you'd like to race...Oliver I think that I could win first place!Mr. Brownlow (Spoken, with smile) (Oh, really?) (Pulling out vest watch) The watch in my pocket will clock itso go! (As Oliver dashes out) Come back quickly, don't be slow! (Music continues as underscore, eventually fading)

Mrs. Bedwin (Running after him, shouting) Let me tell you the fastest way to get there!...(Exits.)

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Mr. Brownlow (Chuckling along with Rose) I'll wager he'll be back in no time at all! Mrs. Grimwig Oh? You expect him back, do you?Rose Why, of course we do!Mrs. Grimwig Well, I don't! He has a new suit of clothes on his back, a valuable set of books under his arm, and

a five pound note in his pocket. He'll join his old friends, the thieves, and laugh at you.Rose Dear Mrs. Grimwig it's true Oliver came from difficult circumstances, but he is a grateful,

gentle child. He strives to do what is right.Mrs. Grimwig My dear, I think I know a young vagabond when I see one!Mrs. Bedwin (Entering) Excuse me, sir, but there are a gentleman and lady here in answer to your

advertisement for information about Oliver.Mr. Brownlow Please bring them in, Mrs. Bedwin. I've been hoping to hear something.Mrs. Grimwig (As Mrs. Bedwin gets the visitors) Humphf! I'll wager you won't like what you hear, Thomas!