Anaïs Mitchell
Papers (”You’re not from around here, son...”) [Intro]
[HADES, spoken]
Young man...
I don't think we’ve met before.​
You're not from around here, son.​
Don't know who the hell you are but I can tell you don’t belong.​
These are workin' people, son!
Law-abiding citizens.​
Go back to where you came from.​
You're on the wrong side of the fence.​

[PERSEPHONE, spoken]
Hades, I know this boy.​

[HADES, spoken]
One of the unemployed?

[PERSEPHONE, spoken]
His name is Orpheus.​

[HADES, spoken]
You stay out of this.​

[HERMES, spoken]
Orpheus was a poor boy—

[HADES, spoken]
You hear me, son?
[HERMES, spoken]
You might say he was naive—

[HADES, spoken]
You better run!

[HERMES, spoken]
But this poor boy raised up his voice with his heart out on his sleeve.​

[EURYDICE, spoken]
No!
Orpheus, you should go.​

[ORPHEUS]
I'm not goin' back alone—
I came to take her home!

[HADES laughs.]

[HADES, spoken]
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the hell you think you're talkin' to?
She couldn't go anywhere, even if she wanted to.​
You’re not from around here, son.​
If you were, then you would know:
That everything and everyone in Hadestown, I own.​
But I only buy what others choose to sell.​
Oh, you didn’t know?
She signed the deal herself.​
And now she—
[ORPHEUS, spoken]
It isn't true—

[HADES, spoken]
Belongs to me.​

[ORPHEUS, spoken]
It isn’t true—
What he said—
Eurydice—

[EURYDICE, spoken]
I did—
I do.​

[HADES, spoken]
As for you...
Everybody gather 'round!
Everybody look and see:
What becomes of trespassers with no respect for property!