JUDGE TURPIN
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
Ah, Sir, happy news indeed.

JUDGE TURPIN
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 TURPIN
Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little over hasty 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 TURPIN
Until?

BEADLE
She bows to your every will

JUDGE TURPIN
A barber? Take me to him.

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