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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) A copy of it is now in my

possession.

Signed Richard Mason.

That, if a genuine document, may prove that

I have been married.

But it does not prove that the woman

mentioned therein as my wife is still living.

She was three months ago.

I have a witness to the fact whose

testimony even you sir will scarcely controvert.

Produce him or proceed to hell sir.

He is here.

Mr. Mason, have the goodness to step forward.

You.

What have you to say?

Please Rochester.

The devil is in it if you cannot

answer distinctly.

I demand again Dick.

What have you to say?

Sir.

Do not forget this is a sacred place.

Are you aware sir whether or not this

gentleman's wife is still living?

Courage.

Speak out.

She is now at Thornfield Hall.

I saw her there last April.

I'm her brother.

At Thornfield?

Impossible.

I'm an old resident in this neighborhood sir

and I've never heard of a Mrs. Rochester

at the hall.

No.

By god I took care that none should

hear of it.

He held council with himself.

Formed his resolve and announced it.

Enough!

Wood close your book.

John Green leave the church.

There'll be no wedding today.

Fate has outmaneuvered me.

Or providence checked me.

I'm little better than a devil at this

moment and deserve no doubt the sternest judgments

of god even to the quenchless fire and

deathless worm.

What this lawyer and his client say is

true.

I am married.

But to what kind of wife you shall

see directly?

Bertha Mason by name.

Sister of this resolute personage.

Cheer up Dick.

Never fear me.

I'd as soon strike a woman as you.

My wife is mad gentlemen.

And she came of a mad family.

Idiots and maniacs through three generations.

I found out after I wed the daughter.

For they were silent on family secrets before.

I went through rich scenes.

Briggs, Wood, Mason.

I invite you all to visit Mrs. Poole's

bedroom.

And my wife.

You shall see what sort of being I

was cheated into espousing.

And judge whether or not I had a

right to break the compact.

This girl knew no more than you of

the disgusting secret.

She thought all was fair and legal.

And never dreamt she was going to be

entrapped into a feigned union with a defrauded

wretch.

Come.

All of you.

For the right about every soul.

Away with your congratulations.

Who wants them?

Not I.

They're 15 years too late.

Mason.

Did you never hear rumors Wood?

Some said she was my bride.

That bastard half-sister.

Others my cast-off mistress.

You remember this place Mason?

She bit and stabbed him here.

Good morning Mrs. Poole.

Morning sir.

How are you and your charge today?

We're tolerable sir.

Thank you.

Snappish but not rageous.

Be careful sir.

She sees you.

You better not stay.

You must allow me a few moments Grace.

You must allow me.

But take care sir.

We better leave her.

Go to that devil.

Take care.

You lie!

You say you take me home.

Grace!

No!

That is my wife.

Such is the sole conjugal embrace I'm ever

to know.

And this is what I wish to have.

This young girl.

Who stands so grave and quiet at the

mouth of hell.

Compare them.

Then judge me priest of the gospel and

man of the law.

And remember with what judgment you shall be

judged.

Go now.

I must shut up my prize.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

ha ha ha ha.

You madam are cleared of all blame.

Your uncle declared to hear of it if

indeed he still be living when Mr. Mason

returns to Madeira.

My uncle.

What of him do you know?

Mr. Mason does.

Mr. John Eyre has been the Funchal correspondent

of his house for some years.

We deal in Madeira wine madam.

Your uncle received your letter concerning your contemplated

marriage to Mr. Rochester while I was staying

with him.

Mr. Mason was on his return to Jamaica

but had stopped to recover his health.

And you revealed the true state of matters

to him.

I did.

Whereupon your uncle implored Mr. Mason to prevent

the false marriage.

Being himself on his last sickbed.

Mr. Mason referred to me and I used

all dispatch.

I'm thankful that I was not too late

as doubtless you must be too.

Was I?

As yet I could not tell.

Were I not morally certain your uncle will

be dead before I return I would suggest

that you should accompany me.

I suggest Miss Eyre remain in England until

she can hear further from or of her

uncle.

Yes.

Have we anything else to stay for?

No let us be gone.

I shall await Mr. Rochester in the library

Miss Eyre.

By all means.

Accept my sympathy Miss Eyre.

Thank you.

I was myself still.

Without obvious change.

Yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday?

Where was her life?

Where her prospects?

My hopes were all dead.

Struck with a subtle doom such as in

one night fell on all the firstborn of

Egypt.

I looked on my cherished wishes.

They lay stark chill corpses that could never

revive.

I looked at my love.

It shivered in my heart like a suffering

child in a cold cradle.

I wish you good day Mr. Rochester.

Be damned to you Wood.

You safe man of God.

I wrestled with my own resolution to leave

Thornfield.

Oh I wanted to be weak.

Let another help me.

But conscience turned tyrant.

Held passion by the throat.

I perceived I was sickening from inunition.

Either meat nor drink had passed my lips

that day.

My head swam.

I almost fell.

You come out at last.

I've been waiting and listening.

Yet not one movement have I heard nor

one sob.

Five minutes more of that death-like silence

and I should have forced the door.

A wide cheek.

A faded eye.

And no trace of tears.

I suppose then your heart has been weeping

blood.

Come.

Not a word of reproach Jane.

Nothing bitter.

Jane I never meant to wound you thus.

Will you ever forgive me?

I forgave him at that moment.

Yet not in words.

Not outwardly.

Only at my heart's core.

You know me to be a scoundrel Jane.

Yes sir.

Then tell me so.

Roundly.

Sharply.

I cannot.

I am tired and sick.

I can read your thoughts.

You intend do you not to make yourself

a stranger to me?

All is changed about me sir.

I must change too.

Adele must have a new governess.

Adele shall go to school with you.

We've settled that already have we not?

I've settled that.

I shall shut up Thornfield Hall.

Nail the front door.

Board the lower windows.

And give Mrs Poole 200 pounds a year

to live here with my...

wife.

As you all term that fearful demon.

So you speak of her with hate.

It is cruel.

She cannot help being mad.

Jane my darling you misjudge me again.

It's not because she's mad I hate her.

If you were mad do you think I

should hate you?

I do sir.

Then you're mistaken.

And know nothing about me.

Nothing about the sort of lover which I'm

capable.

Your flesh is as dear to me as

my own.

Your mind is my treasure.

And if it were broken it would be

my treasure still.

Did you never once feel the same towards

your wife?

Never.

I was deluded.

Hoodwinked.

By her, her family.

My brother and my own father.

My father Jane was an avaricious grasping man.

My elder brother too.

Did you ever hear anything of them?

Mrs Fairfax told me your brother died.

But not before he'd connived together with my

father...

to provide me with a fortune and a

wife.

My father could not bear to break up

the estate.

Instead he sent me...

how green I was...

to Spanish Town, Jamaica.

There was my chosen bride.

Imposing, beautiful.

With 30,000 pounds her dowry.

Bemused by lies.

They told me her mother was dead.

Not locked in an asylum.

I married her.

Dutiful for my father's careful wishes.

And then...

on our honeymoon...

I learned the truth.

I saw it in her eyes.

Heard it in her voice.

Experienced it in her...

violent, vicious contradictions.

For four years I endured her.

Bertha Mason.

The true daughter of an infamous family.

Diseased, lunatic.

In the interim my brother died.

My father also.

I formed a plan.

It was that or suicide, Jane.

To return here with my lunatic burden.

To confine her with you attendants here.

Which I did.

Ten years followed.

I traveled...

first cursing all mankind.

Then...

seeking the solace my foolishness and others falsehood

had denied me.

I did not find it until...

you...

were walking in Hay Lane.

I rode past you without a thought.

I had no presentiment of what that quiet

little figure would be to me.

I did not know it even when my

horse stumbled.

You came to my aid.

It was as if a linnet had hopped

to my foot and proposed to bear me

on its tiny wing.

I was surly.

But you did not go.

I was to be aided...

by that small hand.

And aided I was.

I demand that aid again, Jane.

I would give it gladly, sir.

You can, you can.

How?

Jane, we are packed and ready.

Nothing holds us save dull convention.

You shall be Mrs Rochester.

Both virtually and nominally.

I shall keep you as long as you

and I live.

No!

You don't love me then?

It was only my station and the rank

of wife that you valued.

Now you find me disqualified to be your

husband you recoil from me.

I do love you more than ever.

But I must not show or indulge the

feeling and this is the last time I

must express it.

I must leave you Mr Rochester.

Jane, you must be reasonable or in truth

I shall go mad.

If I were to live with you as

you desire...

I should then be your mistress.

A thing owned by you.

And I will not be both for my

own sake and for yours.

Jane, I'm not a gentle-tempered man.

Do you truly mean to go one way

in the world and leave me to go

another?

I do.

Do you still mean it?

Yes.

Still?

I do.

Jane, this is bitter.

Wicked.

It would not be wicked to love me.

It would be to obey you.

What shall I do, Jane?

Where shall I turn for a companion?

For hope?

Do as I do.

Trust in God.

Believe in heaven.

Hope to meet again there.

Farewell.

Jane, you condemn me to live wretched and

to die accursed.

No, no.

God bless you.

Direct you, solace you.

And reward you well for your past kindness

to me.

Jane.

Jane!

Jane!

The coachman had set me down at a

place called Whitcross some 60 miles from Thornfield.

He could take me no further for the

20 shillings I had given him and I

was not possessed of another penny in the

world.

It was only now I realized that in

my distress I'd left the few belongings I

had brought with me on the seat.

I was destitute and quite alone.