And what may I do for your honour? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage? You see, sir, a man infatuated with love, Her ardent and eager slave, So fetch the pomade and pommastone, And lend me a more seductive tone, A sprinkling, perhaps, of French cologne, But for, sir, I think, a shave. The closest I ever gave. You're in a merry mood today, barber. Tis your delights are catching fire From one man to the next. Tis true, sir, love can still inspire The blood to pound the heart leap higher. What more can man require More than love, sir? What, sir? Women. Ah, yes, women. Pretty women. Mom. Now then, my friend, Now to your purpose. Patience. Enjoy it. Revenge can't be taken in haste. Make haste, and if we win, you'll be commended, sir. My lord. And who may it be said is your intended, sir? My ward. Oh, and pretty as a rosebud. As pretty as her mother. What? What was that? Nothing, sir, nothing. May we proceed? Pretty women. Fascinating. Sipping coffee. Dancing. Pretty women. Are a wonder. Pretty women. Sitting in the window Or standing on the stair. Something in them chills the air. Pretty women. Silhouetted. Stay within you. Glancing. Stay forever. Breathing lightly. Pretty women. Pretty women. Blowing out their candles. Or combing out their hair. Even when they leave you and vanish. They still are there. They're there. You are pretty women. In their mirrors. In their gardens. Letter-writing. Flower-picking. Weather-watching. They make a man sing. Proof of heaven. As you live in. Pretty women, sir. Pretty women. Yes, sir. Pretty women. Pretty women. Pretty women. Mr. Todd! She says she'll marry me someday. Everything's set, we leave tonight. You! Judge Turpin! There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time. Joanna? Elope with you? I'll lock her up in some obscure retreat when neither you nor any other vile, corrupting youth shall ever lay eyes on her again! But, sir, I beg of you! And as for you, barber, it is all too clear the company you keep. Service them well and hold their custom, for you will have none of mine! Mr. Todd? Get out of here. Out, I said!