Alan Rickman - Ladies and their sensitivities

I have news for you, my friend
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.

Oh, sir! Happy news indeed!

Strangely, when I offered myself to her
She showed a certain...reluctance

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 Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings

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 brace
My lord
And musk to enhance the chase
My lord
You’ll dazzle the girl until

Until?

She bows to your every will

A barber?
Take me to him