HAROLD HILL: I will turn your sons into an orchestra
bring your children to me
you must learn to fear the green table

TOWNSFOLK: who are you

HAROLD HILL: I am the man of lies
now bring me a woman who has suffered
I wish for the face of a woman who has known pain

MARIAN: I live in the word cage and I do not fear you

WINTHROP: my tongue is broken, yet still I live for the mail

MARIAN: I know of your lies

HAROLD HILL: I have taught the children to create worlds with their minds
now I will never leave