Judge
I have news for you, my friend. In order to shield
Her fr om the evils of this world, I have decided
To marry my dear Johanna.

Beadle
Ah, 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,
Th ere'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 morning.

Beadle
Fret not though, my lord,
I know a place, my lord,
A barber, my lord, of skill.
Th us armed with a shaven face, my lord,
Some eau de cologne to brace 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.

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