Ladies in their sensitivities

Judge:
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, happy news indeed

judge:
strange, though, I offered myself to her, she
showed a certainreluctance

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:
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
thus 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