Todd: 'Tis your delight, sir, catching fi re From one man to the next.
Judge: 'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire Th e blood to pound, the heart leap higher. What more,
Both: What more can man require Th an love, sir?
Todd More than love, sir.
Judge What, sir?
Todd Women.
Judge Ah yes, women.
Todd Pretty women. Now then, my friend. Now to your purpose. Patience, enjoy it. Revenge can't be taken in haste.
Judge Make haste, and if we wed, You'll be commended, sir.
Todd My lord And who, may it be said, Is your intended, sir?
Judge My ward. And pretty as a rosebud.
Todd Pretty as her mother?
Judge What? What was that?
Todd Oh, nothing, sir. Nothing. Pretty women Fascinating Sipping coff ee, Dancing Pretty women Are a wonder Pretty women. Sitting in the window or Standing on the stair, Something in them Cheers the air. Pretty women
Judge Silhouetted
Todd Stay within you
Judge Glancing
Todd Stay forever
Judge Breathing lightly
Todd Pretty women
Both Pretty women! Blowing out their candles or Combing out their hair Th en they leave Even when they leave you And vanish, they somehow Can still remain Th ere with you, Th ere with you.
Both Ah, Pretty women
Todd At their mirrors
Judge In their gardens
Todd Even when they leave you Th ey still Are Th ere. Th ey're there.
Todd Letter-writing
Judge Flower-picking
Todd Weather-watching
Both How they make a man sing! Proof of heaven As you're living Pretty women, sir!