JUDGE (Sings): You see, sir, a man infatuate with love, Her ardent and eager slave. So fetch the pomade and pumice stone And lend me a more seductive tone, A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne, But first, sir, I think — a shave. TODD: The closest I ever gave. (He whips the sheet over the JUDGE, then tucks the bib in. The JUDGE hums, flicking imaginary dust off the sheet; TODD whistles gaily) JUDGE: You are in a merry mood today, Mr. TODD. TODD: 'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire From one man to the next. JUDGE: 'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire The blood to pound, the heart leap higher. BOTH: What more, what more can man require — JUDGE: Than 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 (bows): My lord . . . (Goes to him) And who, may it be said, Is your intended, sir? JUDGE: My ward. (TODD freezes; the JUDGE closes his eyes, settles comfortably, speaks) And pretty as a rosebud. TODD {Music rising): As pretty as her mother? JUDGE (Mildly puzzled): What? What was that? (As the music reaches a shrill crescendo, TODD is slowly bringing the razor toward the JUDGE 's throat when suddenly the JUDGE opens his eyes and starts to twist around in curiosity) TODD (Musingly, lightly): Oh, 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 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 ... JUDGE: Then they leave ... Even when they leave you And vanish, they somehow Can still remain There with you, There with you. BOTH: Ah, Pretty women ... TODD: At their mirrors . .. JUDGE: In their gardens . . . TODD: Letter-writing . . . JUDGE: Flower-picking . . . TODD: Weather-watching. . . BOTH: How they make a man sing! TODD: Even when they leave, They still Are There. They're there. Proof of heaven As you're living — Pretty women, sir! JUDGE: TODD: Pretty women, yes! Pretty women, sir! Pretty women! Pretty women, sir!