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Walk home with me, for I have news for you
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry Johanna next Monday

BEADLE, spoken
Ah, sir happy news

JUDGE, spoken
Strange, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain reluctance

BEADLE, sung
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, spoken
Stubble you say
Perhaps at times I am over hasty with my morning ablutions

BEADLE, sung
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, spoken
Until

BEADLE, sung
She bows to your every will

JUDGE, spoken
Perhaps you may be right, take me to him