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 at times I am a little overhasty with my morning ablutions... 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 she bows to your every will. A barber, eh? Take me to him. His name is Todd, my lord. And he is the very last word in barberin'. You ought to slow down a bit, lad. It'll go to your head. They used to give it to us at the workhouse, so's we could sleep. Not that you'd ever want to sleep in that place, ma'am. Not with the things that happen in the dark. That's nice, dear... I think I'll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick. You'll be all right here? Leave the bottle. Gawd, the lad is drinking me out of house and home, how long until Pirelli gets back? He won't be back. Mr. T., you didn't! You're barking mad! Killing a man wot done you no harm! He recognized me from the old days. He tried to blackmail me - half me earnings. Oh well, that's a different matter! For a moment there I thought you'd lost your marbles! Ooooh! All that blood! Poor bugger. Oh, well. Well, waste not, want not... So... What are we going to do about the boy then? Send him up. Oh, we don't need to worry about him, he's a simple thing. Send him up. Now, Mr. T., surely one's enough for today. 'Sides, I was thinking about hiring a lad to help around the shop, me poor knees not being what they used to be. All right. 'Course we'll have to stock up on the gin, the boy drinks like a Barbary sailor - The Judge. Get out. Get out! Mr. Todd? At your service... An honor to receive your patronage, my lord. You know me, sir? Who in this wide world does not know the great Judge Turpin? These premises are hardly prepossessing and yet the Beadle tells me you are the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city. That is gracious of him, sir... And what may I do for you today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage? Sit, sir. Sit. 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. The closest I ever gave. You're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd. 'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire from one man to the next. 'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire the blood to pound, the heart leap higher. What more, what more can man require- Than love, sir? More than love, sir. What, sir? Women. Ah yes, women. Pretty women. Now then, my friend. Now to your purpose. Patience, enjoy it. Revenge can't be taken in haste. Make haste, and if we wed, you'll be commended, sir. My lord... And who, may it be said, is your intended, sir? My ward. And pretty as a rosebud. Pretty as her mother? What? What was that? 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... Silhouetted... Stay within you... Glancing... Stay forever... Breathing lightly... Pretty women... Pretty women! Blowing out their candles or combing out their hair... Then they leave... Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow can still remain there with you, they're there. Ah, pretty women... At their mirrors... In their gardens... Letter-writing... Flower-picking... Weather-watching... How they ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Груз-200 на английском - текст Вынужденная посадка на английском - текст Семнадцать мгновений весны на английском - текст Рождественские каникулы на английском - текст Остров Сокровищ на английском |