Ladies in Their Sensitivities

[JUDGE:]
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:]
Ah, sir, happy news indeed.

[JUDGE:]
Strange, 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.
(Music continues)

[JUDGE:]
Perhaps if she greets me cordially upon my return, I should give her a small gift. ..

[BEADLE:] (Winces delicately)
Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord
Have a fragile sensibility
When a girl's emergent
Probably it's urgent
You defer to her gentility, my lord.

Personal disorder cannot be ignored
Given their genteel proclivities
Meaning no offense, it
Happens they resents it
Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord.

[JUDGE:] (Feeling his chin)
Stubble, you say? Perhaps at times I am a little overhasty with my morning ablutions ...

[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
She bows to your every will.

[JUDGE:] Perhaps you're right. Take me to him!
(They start off. Light up on JOHANNA 's room. JOHANNA and ANTHONY get up from a couch)