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,
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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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, [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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!