JERRY CRUNCHER: Now back to France I go, but this time Paris did not feel as safe as before. The Marquis Evrémonde had ordered his carriage to be raced through the city streets, excited to see the commoners nearly run down by his horses. I was sitting on a keg outside the wine shop with the Defarge's when we saw his carriage run over a small boy right in front of us. The boys father, Gaspard, rushed to help his son.
(MARQUIS)
WHAT IS THAT RACKET BENEATH ME
WHY ARE WE STOPPING MOVE ON
OH, IT’S ONLY THE CHILD OF A BEGGAR MAN
HERE’S A COIN FOR THE LIFE OF YOUR SON
(GASPARD)
DEAD. OH, NO HE CAN'T BE DEAD
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE HE IS GONE
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK GOLD CAN PAY FOR THIS
WHAT MAKES YOUR BLOOD RUN SO COLD
JERRY CRUNCHER: Madame Defarge watched quietly from her chair, knitting names in her shawl the entire time she was.
(GASPARD CHORUS)
THERE GOES THE MARQUIS SAINT EVRÉMONDE
HE ALWAYS TAKES WHAT HE WANTS
HATEFUL AND CRUEL LIKE NO OTHER MAN
SOON ALL HIS KIND WILL BE GONE
