All language subtitles for The.Angelic.Conversation.1985.720p.BluRay.x264.FLAC.2.0-dps_Track03

(Narrator) Being your slave…

what should I do but tend
upon the hours,

"and times of your desire?

"I have no precious
time at all to spend.

"Nor services to do,
till you require.

"Nor dare I chide
the world-without-end hour.

"Whilst I, my sovereign,
watch the clock for you.

"Nor think the bitterness
of absence sour,

"when you have bid
your servant once adieu.

"Nor dare I question
with my jealous thought

"where you may be,
or your affairs suppose.

"But, like a sad slave,
stay and think of nought.

"Save, where you are
how happy you make those."

(Pendulum swings)

(Crow caws)

(Chirping)

(Indistinct voices in distance)

(Waves lap)

(Creaking)

(Wind howls)

(Fog horn blasts)

(Man pants)

(Fog horn blasts)

(Waves lap)

(? Sombre music)

(Panting continues)

(Water lapping stops)

(Wind howls and metallic clunk)

(Propeller spins)

(High-pitched electronic sound)

(Metallic clunk)

(Gong and high-pitched
electronic sound)

(Narrator) "Then hate me
when thou wilt if ever now.

"Now while the world is bent
my deeds to cross,

"join with the spite of fortune,
make me bow

"and do not drop in
for an after-loss.

"Ah! Do not. When my heart
hath 'scaped this sorrow,

"come in the rearward
of a conque'd woe.

"Give not a windy
night a rainy morrow,

"to linger out a
purposed overthrow.

"If thou wilt leave me,
do not leave me last,

"when other petty griefs
have done their spite.

"But in the onset come.

"So shall I taste at first
the very worst of fortune's might.

"And other strains ofwoe,
which now seem woe,

"compared with loss
of thee will not seem so."

(Gong)

(Metallic tapping and gongs)

(Metallic clunk)

(Metallic ticking)

(Wind howls)

(High-pitched electronic sound)

(Gong and metallic clunks)

(Irregular metallic tapping)

(Metallic clunk)

(Irregular high and
low-pitched sounds)

(Waves lap)

(Clock ticks)

(Fog horn blasts)

(Man pants)

(Narrator) "When most I wink,
then do mine eyes best see.

"For all the day
they view things unrespected.

"But when I sleep,
in dreams, they look on thee

"and darkly bright,
are bright in dark directed.

"Then thou whose shadow
shadows doth make bright.

"How would thy shadow's form…

"form happy show to the clear
day with thy much clearer light.

"When to unseeing eyes
thy shade shines so!

"How would, I say,
mine eyes be blessed made

"By looking on thee
in the living day.

"When in dead night
thy fair imperfect shade

"through heavy sleep
on sightless eyes doth stay?

"All days are nights to see,
till I see thee.

"And nights, bright days,
when dreams do show thee me."

(Buzzing)

(? Classical melancholic music)

(Flare crackles)

(Buzzing stops)

(? Deep liturgical music)

(Narrator) "What is your
substance, whereof are you made,

"that millions of strange
shadows on you tend?

"Since every one hath,
every one, one shade

"and you, but one,
can every shadow lend.

"Describe Adonis and the counterfeit
is poorly imitated after you.

"On Helen's cheek
all art of beauty set

"and you in Grecian tires
are painted new.

"Speak of the spring,
and foison of the year,

"The one doth shadow
of your beauty show.

"The other
as your bounty doth appear

"and you in every blessed
shape we know.

"In all external grace
you have some part,

"but you like none…

"…none you, for constant heart.

(? Liturgical chants)

(Irregular instrumental sounds)

(? Liturgical chants continue)

(Flare crackles)

(Irregular instrumental
sounds continue)

(? Gentle music)

(Waves lap)

(Narrator) "O me! What eyes
hath love put in my head,

"which have no correspondence
with true sight!

"Or, if they have,
where is my judgment fled

"that censures falsely
what they see aright?

"If that be fair
whereon my false eyes dote,

"what means the world
to say it is not so?

"If it be not, then
love doth well denote.

"Love's eye is not so true
as all men's, no.

"How can it?
O how can love's eye be true.

"That is so vexed
with watching and with tears?

"No marvel then
though, I mistake my view.

"The sun itself sees
not till heaven clears.

"O cunning Love!
With tears thou keep'st me blind,

"Lest eyes well-seeing
thy foul faults should find."

(Waves lap and seagulls squawking)

(Narrator) "O thou,
my lovely boy, who in thy hour

"dost hold Time's fickle glass,
his sickle pow'r.

"Who hast by waning grown,
and therein show'st

"thy lovers withering,
as thy sweet self grow'st.

"If Nature,
sovereign mistress over wrack,

"as thou goest onwards,
still will pluck thee back,

"she keeps thee to this purpose,

"that her skill may time disgrace
and wretched minutes kill.

"Yet fear her,
o thou minion of her pleasure.

"She may detain,
but not still keep her treasure.

"Her audit,
though delayed, answered must be

"and her quietus
is to render thee."

(Clock chimes)

(Buzzing)

(? Classical instrumental music)

(Seagulls squawking)

(Waves lap)

(Narrator) "When in disgrace
with fortune and men's eyes,

"I all alone beweep
my outcast state.

"And trouble deaf Heaven
with my bootless cries

"and look upon myself
and curse my fate,

"wishing me like
to one more rich in hope,

"featured like him,
like him with friends possess'd,

"desiring this man's art
and that man's scope,

"with what I most
enjoy contented least.

"Yet in these thoughts myself almost
despising happ'ly I think on thee.

"And then my state, like to the
lark at break of day arising

"from sullen earth
sings hymns at heaven's gate.

"For thy sweet love remembered
such wealth brings

"that then I scorn to change
my state with kings.

(Electronic instrumental sounds)

(? Sombre music)

(Bell tolls and metallic sounds)

(Gurgling)

(Drums crescendo)

(Narrator) "They that have
power to hurt and will do none,

"that do not do the thing
they most do show,

"who, moving others,
are themselves as stone,

"unmoved, cold and
to temptation slow.

"They rightly do
inherit Heaven's graces,

"and husband nature's riches
from expense.

"They are the lords
and owners of their faces,

"others but stewards
of their excellence.

"The summer's flower
is to the summer sweet,

"though to itself it
only live and die.

"But if that flower
with base infection meet,

"the basest weed
outbraves his dignity.

"For sweetest things turn sourest
by their deeds.

"Lilies that fester smell
far worse than weeds."

(Drums crescendo
and metallic sounds)

(Bell tolls and drums crescendo)

(Bell chimes and gurgling)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Gurgling)

(Narrator) "When to the
sessions of sweet silent thought

"I summon up remembrance
of things past,

"I sigh the lack of
many a thing I sought

"and with old woes new wail
my dear times' waste.

"Then can I drown an eye,
unused to flow,

"for precious friends hid
in death's dateless night

"and weep afresh
love's long-since cancelled woe

"and moan the expense
of any a vanished sight.

"Then can I grieve
at grievances foregone

"and heavily from
woe to woe tell o'er

"the sad account
of fore-bemoaned moan…

"…which I new pay
as if not paid before.

"But if the while I think on thee,
dear friend.

"All losses are restored
and sorrows end."

(Clatter of stones)

(Narrator) "Not marble, nor
the gilded monument of princes,

"shall outlive this
powerful rhyme.

"But you shall shine more bright
in these contents

"than unswept stone,
besmear'd with sluttish time.

"When wasteful war
shall statues overturn

"and broils root out
the work of masonry,

"nor Mars his sword
nor war's quick fire shall burn

"the living record of your memory.

"Gainst death and
all-oblivious enmity

"shall you pace forth;
your praise shall still find room,

"even in the eyes of all posterity

"that wear this world
out to the ending doom.

"So, till the judgment
that yourself arise,

"you live in this,
and dwell in lovers' eyes."

(? Sombre music)

(Rhythmic drums)

(Upbeat drums)

(Electronic spooky sounds)

(Upbeat drums stop)

(Rhythmic drums stop)

(Upbeat drums)

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(Rhythmic drums)

(Upbeat drums)

(Upbeat drums stop)

(Rhythmic and upbeat drums)

(Electronic spooky sounds)

(Drums and electronic sound stop)

(Narrator) "Weary with toil,
I haste me to my bed,

"The dear repose for limbs
with travel tired.

"But then begins a
journey in my head,

"to work my mind,
when body's work's expired.

"For then my thoughts
from far where I abide

"intend a zealous
pilgrimage to thee

"and keep my drooping
eyelids open wide,

"looking on darkness
which the blind do see.

"Save that my soul's
imaginary sight

"presents thy shadow
to my sightless view,

"which, like a jewel
hung in ghastly night,

"makes black night beauteous,
and her old face new.

"Lo, thus, by day my limbs,
by night my mind

"for thee
and for myself, no quiet find."

(Long trumpet sound)

(Creaking)

(? Classical instrumental music)

(Narrator) "Is it thy will
thy image should keep open

"my heavy eyelids
to the weary night?

"Dost thou desire
my slumbers should be broken,

"while shadows, like to thee,
do mock my sight?

"Is it thy spirit that
thou send'st from thee

"so far from home,
into my deeds to pry,

"to find out shames
and idle hours in me,

"the scope and tenor
of thy jealousy?

"O no! Thy love, though much,
is not so great.

"It is my love that
keeps mine eye awake.

"Mine own true love
that doth my rest defeat,

"to play the watchman
ever for thy sake.

"For thee watch I,

"whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,

"from me far off, with
others all too near."

(Waves lap)

(Whispering)

(? Suspense music)

(Waves lap)

(Waves lap and seagulls squawking)

(Narrator) "Sweet love,
renew thy force.

"Be it not said thy edge
should blunter be than appetite,

"which but today by
feeding is allay'd,

"tomorrow sharpen'd
in his former might.

"So, love, be thou.

"Although today thou fill thy hungry
eyes, even till they wink with fullness.

"Tomorrow see again

"and do not kill the spirit of
love with a perpetual dullness.

"Let this sad interim
like the ocean be

"which parts the shore,
where two contracted-new

"come daily to the banks, that,
when they see return of love,

"more blest may be the view.

"As call it winter,
which, being full of care,

"makes summer's welcome
thrice more wish'd, more rare.

(? Melancholic instrumental music)

(Indistinct voice
in the background)

(Narrator) "To me, fair friend,
you never can be old,

"for as you were
when first your eye I eyed,

"such seems your beauty still.

"Three winters' cold have from the
forests shook three summers' pride,

"Three beauteous springs
to yellow autumn turned.

"In process of the
seasons have I seen,

"three April perfumes
in three hot Junes burned,

"Since first I saw you fresh,
which yet are green.

"Ah! Yet doth beauty,
like a dial-hand,

"Steal from his figure
and no pace perceived.

"So your sweet hue,
which methinks still doth stand,

"hath motion
and mine eye may be deceived.

"For fear ofwhich, hear this,
thou age unbred,

"ere you were born,
was beauty's summer dead."