DON QUIXOTE 
Someone approaches...! 

SANCHO 
Just an ordinary traveler. 

DON QUIXOTE 
(pointing off) 
But see what he wears upon his head. 
Get thee to a place of hiding, Sancho. 

SANCHO 
Oh, dear! 

BARBER 
(from a distance) 
Oh, I am a little barber 
And I go my merry way 
With my razor and my leeches 
I can always earn my pay 

Though your chin be smooth as satin, 
You will need me soon I know 
For the Lord protects his barbers, 
And He makes the stubble grow. 

If I slip when I am shaving you 
And cut you to the quick, 
You can use me as a doctor 
'Cause I also heal the sick.