The Duel

The Duel - Lucas Steele/Josh Groban/Nick Choksi/Amber Gray/Original Broadway Company of Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812

Written by：Dave Malloy

Good evening Pierre

Studying

Yes

How was the opera

Lovely

Natalya Rostov was there

Oh

Oh that charming young girl

I have known her family four years

And long carried affection for her

Yes charming

Look Dolohov is coming round

And we are off to the club

Will you come old man

I will come

Lend me fifty rubles

Drink drink

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink

Gonna drink

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna

Drink drink

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna

Gonna drink

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Drink with me my love

For there's fire in the sky

And there's ice on the ground

Either way my soul will die

Whoa

The doctors warn me

That with my corpulence

Vodka and wine are dangerous for me

But I drink a great deal

Only quite at ease

After pouring several glasses

Mechanically into my large mouth

Then I feel

A pleasant warmth in my body

A sentimental attachment to my fellow men

Keep drinking old man

Keep drinking old man

Drink the whole night through

Keep drinking old man

Keep drinking old man

Drink the whole night through

Keep drinking old man

Natasha Natasha

Her arms her shoulders her neck her feet

The air of a connoisseur

I will make love to her

Better not monsieur

She's first rate but nothing but trouble

Better wait till she's married

Anatole is a married man

A fact known only to his intimates

A Polish landowner of some small means

Had forced him to marry his daughter

Nevermind about that now

It doesn't matter

I don't give a damn

Just as a duck is made to swim in water

God has made me as I am

All I care for is gaiety and women

And there's no dishonor in that

As long as there's money and vodka

I'll keep a feather in my hat

Whoa

I used to love

I used to love

I used to be better

Keep drinking old man

Drink drink drink

God to think I married a man like you

Don't speak to me wife

There is something inside me

Dolokhov pour me another

Something terrible and monstrous

Here's to the health of married women

And a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

Here's to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

Here's to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

How dare you touch her

You can't love her

Enough

You bully you scoundrel

I challenge you

Oh a duel

Yes this is what I like

He will kill you stupid husband

So I shall be killed

What is it to you

Anatole my guns

Oh this is horribly stupid

Well let's begin

This is child's play

As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation

We shall please proceed with the duel

Ready your pistols

And on the count of tri

Begin to advance

Rahz Dva Tri

Pierre hold your fire

Pierre hold your fire

Pierre not yet

No

Shot by a fool

No wait I didn't mean

Quiet old man

My turn

My turn

Pierre stand back

Missed missed

Oh my mother my angel

My adoréd angel mother

Take him away

The sun is rising

The duel is at an end

And Pierre Bezukhov is the winner

Winner

You are a fool

Well sweet sister

You certainly bring out the beast in men

What can I say

It's a gift

How I adore you

Will you ask Natasha to the ball tonight

Of course dear brother

Come on old man

Let's get you home

In a moment

Sleep it off

And be happy

We live to love another day