All language subtitles for Berkeley Square 10 BBC 1998 (Último capítulo de la serie) (Last Chapter)

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A sorry business, Randall.

Yes, ma'am.

I find myself in a most difficult position.

I came to this house at the request
of Mrs. Hutchinson

to safeguard both the physical and moral
welfare of her niece

during a delicate period in her development.

It is a duty I take most seriously.

Yes, ma'am.

And now I find that the young woman
with whom she has a companionship,

the same young woman who is entrusted
with the care of two small children,

is proven to be so lax in her own morality
as to borne a child out of wedlock.

Hello, please, love.

I looking for a bloke Dan Smythe.
I'm told he sometimes comes here.

He's over there in the corner.

Ta.

The last time I stayed in this
house two years ago

was to offer comfort to my
niece and her husband

on the tragic loss of
one of their own children.

I accept that your pain and grief
must be no less now than theirs was then.

I cannot find it in me to
add to your distress.

That, together with the children's obvious
well-being and affection for you,

persuades me to let you keep your
position in this house

provided that Miss Isabel is told
nothing of these events.

Of course, ma'am.

Thank you.

I will not have her innocence tainted.

What are you doing still awake?

What's going on?
What's happening downstairs?

Nothing that should worry you, my pet.

The maids told Flory that the police were here

and then you had to go downstairs.

It's nothing.

Don't fib.
You and I always tell each other the truth.

It was a bare-knuckle fight for alot of money.

I know there was no love lost between
Ned and Lenny Flynn.

And with no one will back me up
considering they think it was murder.

So no one would come forward,

not even to save Ned?

Not by themselves, no.

What about with a little bit of...
persuasion?

What sort of persuasion
was you thinking of?

Does the police know it's Charlie?

Not yet.

Will you get sent away if they find out?

I really don't know, my love.

You can't, you can't go away.
What if Nanny Simmons comes back?

Shush, shush, shush now.

Hey, we're made of tougher stuff
than that, aren't we?

Now we just have to do
what we can for the best.

Won't we?

Come on, then.

Please, what's going on? I didn't kill
no one, least of all a little baby.

Please, Mr. Tomkins.
Tell me what's happening?

Where am I going?

Do I get a lawyer? What?
You'll find out soon enough.

Irene? Irene, sing your song for me.
I need to feel better.

Come on, out of it.

I told Harry to make a proper
appointment to see Aunt Eff,

to come in his uniform and everything.

Then he can ask her
for my hand in marriage.

It'll work. I know it will.

I do hope so.

It will. It's only because she's
such a stickler for protocol.

Once Harry does the decent thing,
she'll adore him as much as I do.

So, if you go now?

What?

Well, I can't go, can I?
I'm gated.

And I can't trust any of the other servants
not to sneak on me or to bring a message back.

I have things to attend to this morning but

I'll see if I can get to it this afternoon.

No, I absolutely insist that you go now.

Elsa Bronowski.
You are charged on the following count.

That on or about the twelfth day of August in
the year of our Lord 1902,

you did with malice and fore thought bring
about the murder of William John Randall,

by means of the administration of a
poisonous substance

towit the morphine compound Laudanum.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

In view of the severity in this case,
I cannot grant bail.

Therefore, you will be taken from this
place and held at Holloway prison

until your trial at the Old Bailey.

Harriett, we are going to see Miss Turner,
as usual.

If we were going anywhere different,
I'll tell you.

When will I be sent away, then?

Morning.

Darling, I keep telling you,

you won't be sent away anywhere.

Tom was.

Hannah.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

Me too.
So much I need to tell you.

Listen, I can't talk now.

My whole life is collapsing around my ears
and I can't do anything about it

until I have delivered a stupid message

from a silly frivolous ninny
to her stupid lover.

God save me from lovers, Matty. They think
the whole world revolves around them.

So, we talk later, alright?
Right.

Well, if she don't be bothered to say
what she wants for supper,

they can have fish cakes and lump it.

She might be feeling unwell again.

I'll go and see if she's upstairs.

It's time you weren't here.

Why?

Do you want rid of me?

No.

I just thought you had a
meeting this morning, that's all.

Possibly.

Probably.

And if I do, I shall cancel it.

What?

Oh, I have missed that smile.

I've neglected you for too long, my love.

I'm not going to let it happen anymore.

So, if you'd like my company today?

Yes, I would.

So, what do we do?

Take a boat on the river?

In this weather?

Well, we can wrap up well.

Take a blanket.
Hot water bottles.

You're quite mad.

No, just happy.

One thing I have learnt is that there
are very few second chances in life

and I'm determined to enjoy every
moment of this one.

Mrs. McCluskey, would you mind waiting for
a reply before entering my room in future?

Yes, ma'am.

I do beg your pardon.
I didn't think.

I mean...I'm sorry.

Ah, morning Gibbons.
Your Lordship.

I was just taking a post to the box, sir.

Do you have any more to go?

No, no, I don't think so, thank you.

I'll hang onto this one
for the time being, though.

Sir.

What is the meaning of this?

I beg your pardon?

Why have you written to Hugh?

All I've done is ask him to consider
how deeply he has hurt you

and to try and find some way of
regaining his place in your affections.

I'm not going through all
the distress again.

I'm not going to allow you to...
But George.

Decided, Connie.

The boy's a scoundrel.

He's still your son.

I have lost my son.

His world's come to an end
if he don't get a cuddle from you.

He's perfectly happy with you.

Well, will you have a look at his body?

Think there's a bit of
nappy rash on the way.

See to it then.

Oh Nanny, please.

I don't want to do it anymore.

That Nanny Simmons has been doping him and
mistreating him since the day he was born.

So the final heartbreak is that poor
little Charlie was murdered.

Or as good as.

Oh my.

So what happens to Mrs. Bronowski?

She's going to be moved to prison this
evening to await trial.

I'm going to have to go see
a solicitor I know,

but the first thing I have to do
is find Mrs. Simmons.

Well, have you any idea where she went?

Mr. Bowles will have an address where she
came from. That'll be a start.

And if you do find her, you know the truth
about Billy will come out...

Well, then it's just gonna have to come
out and the devil take the hindmost.

No, I cannot let Mrs. Bronowski hang
for something she didn't do.

God, Maddy.

I am so sorry.

So, what with one thing and other, that is
why you got short shrift this morning.

Don't worry about that.

I was only gonna tell you about my
romantic problems.

You're quite right.

Lovers do think the whole world
revolves around them.

You have a lover?

You're back?

I've been out of my mind with worry and
here's you two standing around gossiping.

Well, what happened, girl?

Did you see him?
What did he say?

I do apologize Miss Isabel.

Captain Mason said that you
were quite right

and he would put the matter in hand
as soon as he could.

Thank you.

I would have appreciated knowing this
as soon as you'd returned, Hannah.

You may find my plight amusing

but I can assure you, I take my future
happiness very seriously indeed.

I always thought nannies had a quiet life.

Well spotted Gibbons.
They do need replating.

I'll mention it to her
Ladyship this afternoon.

Right, then.

Oh, wait please.
I haven't finished.

Good afternoon, Weston.
How may I help you?

I am...

I just wanted to ask if it'd be convenient to
have another reading lesson this evening.

Another time perhaps.

I am rather busy tonight, I'm afraid.

Oh, right.

Front door.

Mr Fowler,

have I done something to upset you?

No, of course not, Weston.

Only um,

you've been so kind and...

and teaching me letters and everything.

I thought we were friends.

We are indeed.

Then...
Your judgement is quite right this time.

When, in the past, perhaps it hasn't been.

What?

Let me read you something.

Talks have begun between representatives
of the Tsar of Russia

and factory workers in a move to quell
the growing riots and disturbances

among the Russian peasantry.

For centuries, the Russian royal family has
held absolute power in their country.

And now they are paying the price for it.

Power comes in many forms and

it is very easy to take
advantage of it, Lydia

regardless of the happiness of others.

I have no wish to be thought to be
doing the same.

I tried to get in touch with that
solicitor that we met, Mr. Scott.

But he's gone away to Italy for two months.

Now, I do have an address for
Nanny Simmons, though.

I'll give it to the police.

No, no, it's better if you go yourself.

They think I'm a wicked Jewish baby farmer.

They want me guilty,
just to make an example.

They'll waste time.
They won't go.

Alright, I'll do it.

I'll find her.
We'll have the truth out.

And he starts talking about Russia,

about taking advantage and that.

When I don't know what he's on about.

We were becoming really
good friends and that.

And now it's all gone funny.

Well, it sounds as if he's
very fond of you, that's all.

And me of him.

Well, what's that got to do with taking
advantage in Russia?

Lydia, he watched you
get rather badly misused

by someone who should have known better.

You mean, Lord Hugh?

Because you weren't in a position to reject him

as you would have done someone
of your own class.

That is taking advantage.

Mr. Fowler's in a somewhat a
position of authority so...

Yeah but you he don't wanna...

No!

Oh, goodness gracious me.

Are you saying he might be, you know?

No, couldn't be.

Could he?

Who knows?

When people live in the same house,
seeing each other every day

Yeah, but...

Why you looking like that for?

Mathilda Wickham, have you
got a sweetheart?

I suppose so.

Do you remember Ned? The footman that came
on the picnic with us?

Oh, but he's...

well, he's ever so nice, yeah.

You kept that a bit quiet.

Yeah, well, it's very recent.

Oh, goodness me.

You're Jack being sweet on Hannah,

you and Ned,

now what you say about Mr. Fowler.

Well, I don't know what's
gonna become of this all.

I really don't.

Right then, Mrs. Bronowski.

Irene, goodbye.

Keep singing.

What are you yelling all over the place?

Irene's gone.

Gone?
Gone where?

Found her dead a couple of hours ago.

Yeah, she may have been
a mad old vagrant

but she was worth ten of the likes of you.

Good evening, Weston.

Mr. Fowler.

I'm sorry, Master George,
but it's not my place to advise.

It has been for the last 40 years.

Perhaps that's been quite long enough.

Please, Nanny.

You've known me longer than anyone.

Known Hugh.

Once people are out of the nursery,
they become people I don't know.

So I really don't see how I can help you.

Evening, your Lordship.

Weston.

There he is, over there.

What? The big fella by the bar?
Yeah.

Wonder if the other bloke's
you'll have to fight at all.

Are you sure this is gonna work?

Yeah, of course it will.

Want a word with you, Pat.

What about?

Ned Jones.
The night Lenny Flynn died.

That's the last thing I want to talk about.

Outside, eh.

You're going to make me, are you?

That brought around five minutes ago.

Well, come on.
What does it say?

So good to see you.
I've been so worried about you.

Told you I'd be alright.

Where are you?
Where are you staying?

Chelsea barracks.

What?

Private Peter Clancy.
Light infantry. At your service.

Oh my goodness.

Nah, it's alright sweetheart.

It's great.

Perhaps not as good (unknown)
but it's all found and it's safe.

Keep your head down, there's no
questions asked, no answers given.

Yeah, but what...
Shhh

I told you, it's alright.

Now, tell me how you are.

Been a nerve in than the last few days,
I can tell you.

Did you talk to Jack?

He said he'd try and find your mate, Dan.

But I haven't heard from him since.

I don't know what's happening.

Sorry, mate.

So,

I stay in prison till trial at Old Bailey.

I know.

It could be worse.

In Poland, they don't even get a trial.

This has gone far enough.
You were not going to court.

How are you going to stop it?

By telling the truth, that's how.

Whatever the consequences,
they have to believe me.

Why?

I mean, why will they have to believe you?

Did you find Mrs. Simmons?

No, I told you I couldn't.

So, what evidence have they got?

The only thing they've got is a dead baby,
dead and murdered baby, Hannah.

So you tell them the truth and they'll
say you murdered Charlie

in order to put Billy in his place.

You'll hang.

Well, then, hang I will.

Every mistake in this mess has been mine,
Mrs. Bronowski, not yours,

and I'm not having
you pay the price for it.

Billy will pay.

What?

If you get noble and tell the truth
about the changelings,

you hang.

Do you think Billy's safe with Hutchinson's?

Well, no, but you'll be free.

No, no, no.
I'll be in prison.

An accessory to murder.

And Billy will be in an orphanage.

How long do you think he'll last?

His grandmother, Lady Harmonsworth.

She'll have him.

With a mothers is for a mother?

Well, then, I won't tell them
anything about Charles.

I'll just say that I murdered my own baby
and we leave it at that.

And I got you the Laudanum
so we both hang.

Yes, well, at least Billy would be safe.

Yes, yes,

until they find another Mrs. Simmons,
til Bertie spills beans...

Oh, stop it.

I'm just trying to help but...

I just don't know what else to do.

Sit down.

Sleep well, did we lads?

Alright, alright, who's gonna
tell me what all this about?

No.
Yes.

It's best for everybody.

I can't let you do it.

I don't think you have a choice.

But I...
Look.

My dear Hannah.

I've had my life.

it's been a long, tiring life.

Everything I ever had was taken
away from me without my say-so.

My whole family, even my own baby,

my country,

and never was there anything
I could do about it.

nothing to make things better for myself,
for anybody.

Suddenly there's you and Billy
and I love and you love.

and sunshine and
it's the best time of of my life,

the best time of my whole life, Hannah.

Just this one time, silly old
Mrs. Bronowski can do something.

Keep loved one safe,
make things better.

No.

When my baby was born,
I had dreams for him.

Billy's the only one left to grow up
and make it all worth while.

And you're the only one
who can see that it happens.

For all of us, Hannah.

So all I was trying to do was to get Houlihan
down there to backup Dan's story.

Well, you certainly got him here.

Ask him.
It weren't just Houlihan, they all did.

Look at my original statement.

I am.

Shawn O'Praugh

Kevin Keely

Well?

Well, tell him.

You see, sir,

I can understand why nobody wants to
admit to gambling at an illegal fisticuffs but

I can't see why they deny just
happening to be present

on a scrap between gentlemen gets
a little bit out of hand, as it were.

Can you?

No, I can't.

Alright, I was there.

Take his statement, shall we?

Should I make him have his stewed prunes
or should I try with something else?

Maybe he just don't like stewed prunes.

I don't know.

Well, what do you think, Nanny?

I don't think anything.

Please, I can't do it on my own.

It's time you learn then, isn't it?

Right.

In that case, I shan't listen to
another word you say, shall I?

I shall do things exactly as I want to.

So you can retire to your neice in
Bournemouth whenever you like

because I can manage perfectly
well here on my own.

So, we'll have these off
for a start, shall we?

You don't walk so we don't need shoes.

And I don't fancy go into the park this
afternoon either, not in this weather.

You don't need fresh air.

And if he doesn't want to sleep tonight,
I put a spot of rum in his milk, shall I?

That should do the trick.

And while we're at it,
I am flipping freezing in here.

Let's let this open.

(unknown) shall we?

I know it spits but while a few burns
on Ivo won't hurt him, will it?

Teach him not to go near it.

You are a wicked, wicked girl.

Oh, so you do have an opinion, then?

Nanny, you wouldn't stand by and
let me do without, would you?

Not it made the slightest chance of
any harm coming to little Ivo, would you?

No, of course I wouldn't.

Just because they're all grown up
downstairs didn't mean to say they

can't come to any harm, does it?

But it's all my fault.

Oh, yes.

And what would you say if I came running
to you saying something was my fault?

You'd say, 'then deal with it, Lydia'.

That's what you'd say.

You tell me to mend what needs mending
and stop crying over spilt milk.

That's what you'd say.

So you see, Sir, my baby's not dead at all.

You substituted him for your
employer's child?

That's right.

Miss Randall, the child was murdered.

I know that now but I didn't then.

You know, it all just makes sense now.

The way Mrs. Simmons just up and left.

Mrs. Simmons?

The last Nanny I told you...
who has now disappeared?

Yes.

I was mad. I know I was.
It just seemed to make sense at the time.

You carried a dead child all across London
and nobody even noticed?

Yes.

And you put your own child in its place
and nobody noticed that either?

Yes.

Well, I think I'm gonna have another word
with your employer.

Ned left to go down and make a statement
but they drop the murder charge.

Eight people have told the same story.

Jack.
Oh, your poor face.

Hey, steady old dame,
everyone knows I'm your brother.

So, he was telling the truth?

Yeah, he was.

So you can love him without feeling
guilty now, can't ya?

Jack, thank you.

The welfare of the young people of the
families is still very much my concern.

So I hope you will allow me
to express my opinion.

Full steam ahead, Nanny.

Master Hugh been very badly
served by all of us.

What do you mean?

I have indulged him to excess,

you, your Lordship, have ignored him,

and you, your Ladyship, have
replaced his mother.

Not with malicious intent, I admit,
but nonetheless, I mean.

It's no wonder the boys affections are
adled and misplaced.

What are you suggesting?

Absolute truth, your Lordship.

Do you or do you not love Master Hugh?

He's flesh-and-blood, damn it.

Well, then, since her Ladyship has been
kind enough to attempt a reconciliation,

you should accept, with gratitude.

We don't turn a kindness from the door,
do we? In case it should never return.

No, Nanny.

Ned!

Ned!

Matty, I told you, it's Peter Clancy.

No, it's not.
It's Ned Jones.

Or Ned McCluskey or any name you choose.

You're joking.

Jack did it.

You still got to go in, answer some questions
but it's not a murder charge anymore.

Oh, yes!

You choose.

What?

Jones or McCluskey?

You're going to be the one who's gonna
be called Mrs whoever is it, so

you better choose.

I did so hope this wouldn't happen

You will understand if I ask for your
absolute discretion, Detective Pearson.

So, you think this is a matter that
simply requires discretion, do you?

Of course, it is.

The poor girl is quite unbalanced
by her grief.

It's an absurd story.

And you are quite certain the child
is your great nephew.

I'm not in my dotage yet, young man.

Of course not, Mrs. Saunders.
Forgive me.

Would it be possible to
see the child myself?

By all means.

If you think you're more capable of recognizing
a member of my own family than I am.

Now, listen to me, Bertie.

It is desperately, desperately important
that you tell the truth now.

Do you understand?

None of the half truths or or any other
stories that we, we made up together

on Coronation day, alright?

Everything that has happened

it's no one's fault but mine.

And promise me,
promise me you'll tell the truth.

Come along then, Master Albert.

Let's take you to your Aunt.

So, you're Master Albert, are you?

Yes, sir.

And who's this?

It's Charlie, my baby brother.

Is he indeed?

I must say you don't look much like him.

I did when I was little, sir.

Didn't I, Aunt Effie.

I've grown up a bit since then.

So, are we gonna talk to this other
woman she said was involved?

No, it's obvious the Randall girl is
talking demented nonsense.

I can't see much point bothering
Miss Wickam, can you?

It's alright.
Everything's gonna be alright.

They dropping the murder charges.
He's a free man.

And he's, um...

asked me to marry him.

Oh my good God.

What?

I'm going to be your mother-in-law.

I hope this is a joke, son.

No sir, I'm quite serious.

No, no, no.
Look, I'll give you another chance, alright?

You do not really wish to leave the
regiment, do you, Clancy?

I...yes, I do, sir.

I've changed my mind

No, you haven't.

Because people what wish to leave
the regiment: a) before their time is up

and
b) while said regiment is on active service

gets classed as deserters
and then they get shot.

Active service, sir?

Haven't you heard?

We're shipping out to Somaliland.
End of next week.

Anyway. Thought you'd like to know
on Nanny Collins.

She's still a bit thoughtful like but

I think she'll be back to
her old self in no time.

She's very fortunate to have such a kindly
and affectionate nursemaid as you, Weston.

Why have you stopped calling me Lydia?

I think it's for the best.

Is it what you're saying about Russia,
about taking advantage, and that?

Yes, yes it is.

Only I don't think it's fair, see.

Because that makes me feel like I'm
taking advantage of you

by asking you to teach me
reading and writing.

Because we're not even, are we?

Now as I really and truly
want to learn my letters,

I'd appreciate it very much
if you go back to calling me Lydia

please.

Thank you.

I shall.

Well then, Lydia

shall we begin with the alphabet?

If that's what you think best, Mr Fowler.

Now, make a man of you, Ned.

Travel completes the education,
that's whay they say.

And Africa? Plenty of people have paid
good money to go somewhere like that.

What's going on?

Your mother says...
I'm so sorry.

You can't go to Africa.

I have to.

No you don't.
Get a transfer to another regimen.

You don't even know
anything about fighting.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

You know perfectly well what I mean.

After all the trouble I went to.
I moved Heaven and Earth

Matty, there's just no way out of it.

It's not fair.

I think I'll take my cocoa
up to bed with me.

See you in the morning.

Goodnight.

Come on.

I'll come back, Matty.

These things don't last forever.

Six months. A year maybe.

You said you wouldn't let go of me.

What time do you have to be
back at the barracks?

It was no hurry.

Don't go back on duty
till tomorrow morning.

Neither do I.

Hannah, he's coming.

Aunt Effie says how he's allowed to come
and talk to her this morning. Isn't it exciting?

Yes.

First of all, she said it was just some
baby but she was boarding,

but then one time I heard her say
it was her grandson.

Then she says it belongs to some pal of hers,

and I'm not even sure it was the same baby.

Yes, oh yes.
I knew what it was.

In fact, I recognized the smell as soon
as I opened the bottle.

It was clearly tincture of Laudanum

which is a substance commonly used to
pacify infants,

or so I'm led to believe.

I'm grateful you had the courtesy to
come and see me, Captain Mason.

But my rejection of you as a suitor
for my niece

is not based on the trivial
flouting of social convention,

reprehensible though that may be.

It is based on my conviction that you are

dishonest, dishonorable, deceitful

and in short, sir, a complete bounder.

And that a marriage between yourself
and my niece

would result not only in disgrace to
this family,

but in shame and heartbreak
to Isabel herself.

And that's an end to it, sir.

I bid you good-day.

I said...

I heard.

Thing is, Aunt Eff,

I'd rather set my heart on
marrying young Isabel and she on me.

Can't think why but there we are.

So long and short of it is, either
married we get with full military whatnots,

or I sue for breach of promise.

You wouldn't.

Well, I wouldn't want to, of course.

It's never nice to see a young girl
have her virtue, or lack of it,

discussed in the courts.

Laughed about in public. It tends to send
them into a sort of decline.

But needs must stay, Aunt Eff.

Disappointed fortunes.

Chaps honor being impugned in
the mess, all that.

You unspeakable swine.

Good afternoon, Aunt Eff.

Shall I give Isabel the good news
or will you?

To my great sadness, your worship,
I have seen many such cases in my time.

The so-called baby farmers keep the infant
subdued with small doses

of such substances as arsenic or alcohol

or, as in this case, tincture of Laudanum.

Such repeated dosing to tiny infants

does frequently result in their death.

She's not back yet?

I don't know where she is, Miss Isabel.
Sorry.

Elsa Bronowski.

You've been found guilty of murdering
the infant, William John Randall.

I don't care if she's out visiting or
shopping or where she is.

The point is she should be here.

This is the happiest and most important
day of my life.

She should be here to share it with me.

The sentence of this Court

is that you should be taken from here
to a place of confinement.

And there, to a place of execution where
you will be hanged by neck

until you are dead.

Jolly selfish is all I can say.

No!

She hasn't been feeling terribly well.

Maybe she's gone to see the doctor again.

You are sweet, Bertie,
and I'm very thoughtless.

I forgot she wasn't quite herself.

Your wrong!
It's not true!

Remove that person.

Mrs. Bronowski.
Stupid girl.

Never mind.

When she does come home,
I've got the very best news for her.

It'll cheer her her up enormously.

The execution will take place today of
Elsa Bronowski

found guilty last week of murdering the
infant son of

Miss Hannah Randall, the servant.

A little quieter, if you please, Simmons.

I beg your pardon, sir.

You alright, my dear?

You look quite pale.

I've been feeling little unwell

each morning...for the past week.

Oh my dear.

Oh, do Miss Turner, please.

Literally might not get another chance
to see troops marching out for years.

Special duty only as I shant be sailing
with them but still,

be a bit of a sight.

If Nanny Randall is agreeable.

What?

Cousin Isabel wants to cancel
lessons this morning

so we can go and watch the soldiers.

Oh, come on, Hannah, please.

You've hardly been out of the
house for a week.

The fresh air will do you good.

Harriett is going with Nanny Wickam.

No, that's fine.
We'll all go.

Will he be able to say goodbye?

No, because he'll be busy marching

but he will be able to smile
so you must smile too.

And wave as hard as you can
so it doesn't feel bad about going.

I going to throw (unknown) flowers at him.

You do that.

You may waive your handkerchief discreetly

but there'll be no calling out
for disgracefullness.

No, Nanny.

I am the resurrection and the life,
saith the Lord

he that believeth in me,
though he were dead

yet shall he live.

I am NOT Christian.

and whosoever liveth and believeth
in me shall never die.

Please stop it.

It's for your comfort
to make you feel better.

I kept silence yay even from good words

but it was pain and grief to me,

my heart was hot within me

and while I was thus musing

the fire kindled

and at the last

I spake with my tongue.

Come on, Nanny. Cheer up.

You'll make them feel badly about going.

We're made of tougher stuff than that.

Indeed we are, Bertie.

Indeed we are.