Honor to Us All (Part 2) lyrics

by

Matthew Wilder



[DRESSMAKERS]
THIS IS WHAT YOU GIVE ME TO WORK WITH?

[HAIRDRESSERS]
WELL, HONEY, I'VE SEEN WORSE.

[GROOMERS]
WE'RE GOING TO TURN THIS SOW'S EAR

[ALL]
INTO A SILK PURSE.

[MULAN]
That's awfully cold!

[GROOMER 1]
WE'LL HAVE YOU WASHED AND DRIED,

[GROOMER 2]
PRIMPED AND POLISHED TILL YOU GLOW WITH PRIDE.

[GROOMER 3]
TRUST OUR RECIPE FOR INSTANT BRIDE.

[GROOMERS]
YOU'LL BRING HONOR TO US ALL.
[MULAN]
Ouch. Really, ouch!

[HAIRDRESSER 1]
WAIT AND SEE; WHEN WE'RE THROUGH,

[HAIRDRESSER 2]
BOYS WILL GLADLY GO TO WAR FOR YOU.

[HAIRDRESSER 3]
WITH GOOD FORTUNE AND A GREAT HAIR-DO,

[HAIRDRESSERS]
YOU'LL BRING HONOR TO US ALL.

[MULAN]
Ouch! Is beauty supposed to hurt?

[ALL]
Yes!

A GIRL CAN BRING HER FAMILY
GREAT HONOR IN ONE WAY:
BY STRIKING A GOOD MATCH,
AND THIS COULD BE THE DAY.
[DRESSMAKER 1]
MEN WANT GIRLS WITH GOOD TASTE,

[DRESSMAKER 2]
CALM, OBEDIENT, WHO WORK FAST-PACED.

[DRESSMAKER 3]
WITH GOOD BREEDING AND A TINY WAIST,

[DRESSMAKERS]
YOU'LL BRING HONOR TO US ALL.

[ALL]
WE ALL MUST SERVE OUR EMPEROR
WHO GUARDS US FROM THE HUNS;
A MAN BY BEARING ARMS,
A GIRL BY BEARING SONS.

(The following lines overlap.)

[GROOMERS]
WHEN WE'RE THROUGH, YOU CAN'T FAIL,
LIKE A LOTUS BLOSSOM SOFT AND PALE.
HOW COULD ANY FELLOW SAY, "NO SALE"?
YOU'LL BRING HONOR TO US ALL.
[HAIRDRESSERS]
WHEN WE'RE THROUGH, YOU CAN'T FAIL,
LIKE A LOTUS BLOSSOM SOFT AND PALE.
HOW COULD ANY FELLOW SAY, "NO SALE"?
YOU'LL BRING HONOR TO US ALL.

[DRESSMAKERS]
WHEN WE'RE THROUGH, YOU CAN'T FAIL,
LIKE A LOTUS BLOSSOM SOFT AND PALE.
HOW COULD ANY FELLOW SAY, "NO SALE"?
YOU'LL BRING HONOR TO US ALL.

(The WOMEN pull away to reveal MULAN, sash tied, hair up, and parasol at a ninety-degree angle. FA LI holds a mirror up to MULAN.)

[MULAN]
Whoa? Who is that girl?

[GRANDMOTHER FA]
Wait! Here is an apple for serenity. A pendant for balance.

BEADS OF JADE FOR BEAUTY.
YOU MUST PROUDLY SHOW IT.
NOW ADD A CRICKET JUST FOR LUCK,
and even you can't blow it!

[MULAN]
Oh, Grandmother. That's sweet, but I don't need a lucky cricket.

[GRANDMOTHER FA]
Take the cricket!

(GRANDMOTHER FA hands MULAN a small container which holds a cricket. The MAIDENS form a line and begin their march toward the MATCHMAKER.)

[MULAN]
ANCESTORS, HEAR MY PLEA:
HELP ME NOT TO MAKE A FOOL OF ME
AND TO NOT UPROOT MY FAM'LY TREE;
KEEP MY FATHER STANDING TALL.

[MAIDENS]
SCARIER THAN THE UNDERTAKER,
WE ARE MEETING OUR MATCHMAKER!

(MULAN takes her place at the end of the line of girls.)

[ALL] (including Village Men)
DESTINY, GUARD OUR GIRLS
AND OUR FUTURE AS IT FAST UNFURLS.
PLEASE LOOK KINDLY ON THESE CULTURED PEARLS,
EACH A PERFECT PORC'LAIN DOLL.

[MAIDENS]
PLEASE BRING HONOR TO US,

[WOMEN 1]
PLEASE BRING HONOR TO US,

[MEN]
PLEASE BRING HONOR TO US,

[WOMEN 2]
PLEASE BRING HONOR TO US,

[ALL]
PLEASE BRING HONOR TO US ALL!

(The MAIDENS bow down with parasols.)
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