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.
Oh, sir, happy news indeed!
Strange, though. When I offered myself to her she showed a certain... reluctance.
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
Stubble, you say? Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings
Fret not though my lord I know a place my lord
a barber my lord of skill
Thus art with a shaven face my lord
Some eau de cologne to place my lord
And to enhance the chase my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until...
She bows to your every will
A barber? Take me to him