Valjean: Just a moment if you please,
Javert, set this woman free.
Javert: But Monsieur le Maire...
Valjean: I believe her story
She did nothing wrong,
Take her to the hospital.
Javert: But Monsieur le Maire!
Fantine: Is this possible?
Valjean: Go on.
Fantine: My God...
Valjean: Hurry a bit,
I will send for your daughter,
Free you from your debts,
You will find a new joy.
Fantine: Ah, it is you, Monsieur le Maire,
I must have misheard,
You let your foreman kick me out
He kicked me out of the factory!
You scoundrel of a mayor, author of my miseries!
Valjean: You who have not ceased to be virtuous before God.
Fantine: Are you an angel or a demon?
I would rather die than cling to false hopes!
If you must, let me fall further!
I no longer feel anything,
Valjean: What have I done?
My God! Had I but known!
All the wrong I have done!
Fantine: Misery, the child of distress...
All these vices and weaknesses
Misery unleashes the beast in the man,
And turns the bird into a stray dog...
Valjean: Then be it done as I ordered.
Javert: But Monsieur le Maire!
Valjean: I do not want to see anyone else!