(Judge)I have news for you, my friend
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna
(Beadle)Oh, sir, happy news indeed
(Judge)Strange though, when I offered myself to her
She showed a certain reluctance
(Beadle)Excuse me, my lord May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord, to speak?
Forgive me if I suggest, my lord
You're looking less than your best, my lord
There's powder upon your vest, my lord
And stubble upon your cheek
And ladies, my lord, are weak
(Judge)Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little overhasty in the mornings
(Beadle)Fret not though, my lord, I know a place, my lord
A barber, my lord, of skill
Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord
Some eau de cologne to grace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until...
(Judge)Until?
(Beadle)She bows to your every will
(Judge)A barber? Take me to him