All language subtitles for Victorian Scandals - Beloved - starring Peter Egan (1976)

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Henry, Henry James, your mother said you were up here.

Come here, Henry.

Oh, dear.

Were you far out troubled to God, eh?

Now, where does it hurt, Henry?

In the side.

Oh, yes.

That's where the cruel Romans thrust their spear into the flesh of Jesus on the cross.

Do you see the wound?

He must have felt it as you do, and he was God's beloved son.

Oh, no, to some fair wish I'd get hurt.

Because you're an evil little sinner, Henry.

But another sinner, a robber was crucified beside Jesus and loved him, and that night the robber

sat in heaven at the right hand of God.

I must be looking to hell, Mr. Freeman.

Oh, you will go.

If you don't love Jesus.

But I could not love him when I'm hurt.

You must forget your wicked fleshy body, Henry.

Think of me as Christ.

Now he desires you.

Listen.

This is what Christ is saying to you.

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse.

Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

I'm not a sister, Miss Freeman.

I'm a brother.

I know that, Henry.

But when, God, that is Jesus' love, somebody, he talks to them as if they were women even when they aren't.

Why?

Oh, perhaps because women are usually more lovely.

I'm not sure.

Just listen, Henry.

And remember Christ is really speaking to you.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse?

How much better is thy love than wine?

Thy lips, so my spouse, drop as thy honeycomb.

Honey and milk are under thy tongue.

Awake, oh, north wind.

Come thou south and blow on my garden, that the spices there may flow out.

Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

It's one with my little.

Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young rose that are twins.

Thy neck is a tower of ivory.

Thy eyes, like the fish pools in hedgepawn.

How fair and how pleasant are thou, oh, love, for delights.

Oh, Henry, James.

I'm glad your mother's letting you train for the church.

She was not easily persuaded.

But everything about you's talks are good.

Your voice, your manners, your hands.

You've forgotten my soul, Martha.

No, I haven't.

And your new clothes suit you wonderfully.

Well gentlemen, welcome to St. David's College Lamberter.

This is not a venerable institution, and maybe some of you regret that your parents didn't send you to Oxford.

But speaking as a high wrangler in my time, I can tell you that you're better off here.

Yes, this is excellent walking and climbing country, gentlemen.

And there's a very decent little trud stream in the ground.

Plenty, brother.

So study hard and learn how to pray and to preach, and perhaps learn to practice what you preach.

By the word of warning, do sit down gentlemen.

Most of you are Welsh.

I know how quickly gossip travels in rural areas.

I know what I hear that you've been drinking in the local pot houses.

Till you've learned how to carry a liquor like gentlemen.

Good evening. My name's Arthur Beast. My room's next door.

Uh, Henry, James Prince. How do you do?

Would you care to join me in another cup of tea?

I don't mind at all. Thank you.

Come in.

We seem to be the oldest of the new lockdown stairs.

I am 26. I trained to be a doctor before my mother allowed me to come here.

Water's quite warm.

I will see men myself.

I'll see men.

In periol, on the deep. Feri grave periol.

I'm not talking only of bodily dangers, if you know what I mean.

Do you mean that you are an earnest about your soul's salvation?

I am.

Indeed, I am.

I am very fortunate to meet you.

And what do you impression of the other students, Prince?

I'm vexed by their levity, Maurice.

And God forgive me if I'm wrong, but they seem to be educating more for the stage than the pulpit.

Dry bones. All of them.

God can give life to dry bones.

Yes.

Yes, we must pray for that.

Shall we pray for it now?

You're a tension gentleman.

You're a tension, please.

Those Epicureans among you may have noticed that our dinner this evening was something more lapped

than usual.

Yes, well, this morning my wife presented me with a little daughter, and I'm delighted to be able to inform you

that the infant and her excellent mother are both in the pink of condition.

Thank you. Thank you.

She has to be christened, Maria Augusta.

Now, are your glasses all fully primed, gentlemen?

Are you?

Yeah.

Well, let us stand and drink a health to Maria Augusta, Oliveant.

Maria.

Oh, Oliveant.

Maria Augusta.

Oliveant.

Mr. Prince.

Will you not drink my daughter's health, sir?

Dr. Oliveant, I would rather pray for your daughter's soul.

I will gladly get on all my needs to do so here and now.

I call upon the vestibut to join me. I really think it would be best.

Mr. Prince, we said grace at the start of our meal.

It would be impasse to mingle prayers with our wine.

It was not Christ's opinion, Dr. Oliveant.

I say, Prince Shame.

Stand after.

Then tell me why you refuse to drink my daughter's health.

I have a lower pinion of what the world calls good health, sir.

Tonight, most of you have forgotten that you're going to die.

You forget that the eye of an angry god is on you, following you with a vengeance that you can never escape.

Yet you are training to be priests.

Oh, our priests already.

And will you not join me in praying for the soul of a child?

Yes, and for the souls of every one of us.

You are excused, this company, Mr. Prince.

And so is anyone else who cannot reconcile Christi energy with the friendly customs of a British gentleman.

Please be

You are an abominable.

No, no, leave him. Leave him. Leave him. Leave him.

Yes, go on.

This group.

This little group.

Lamped up breading.

You master them.

That's what you like about it.

You think only of yourself.

You are as proud as the very devil.

It's not. Nice.

No offence, tended.

But it's not nice.

There.

Just thought you ought to know.

Bring him back here.

Thomas, come back here.

It's not like you're on the bedside.

Just thought you ought to know.

Bring him back here.

Thomas, come back here.

Come back here, and let him finish with you.

Your right.

Your right.

Thomas is right about me.

I'm full of spiritual pride.

swim in an ocean of living liquid love.

But after an hour of this communion with the bridegroom of my soul,

I feel not that God is good and glorious,

but that I am good and glorious.

Exactly.

I need honest friends to show me the detestable body of my wicked pride.

God sent you here, Thomas.

Will you join me in a prayer for the salvation of my soul

and for the souls of my spiritual brothers,

for the souls of all the cottage of your wish?

Well, well, it's hard to refuse a request like that.

Oh, my God.

Henry James Prince from the theological college.

Don't be alarmed.

Excuse my mode of entry. The door was locked.

My husband comes back in the evening. You come back then.

God's work will not wait for a terrible day.

Give me your wrist.

You are in consumption, are you not?

It's not a doctor, it's not a doctor.

Sit up at me here, chest. It's all right. Come along.

Please, deeply.

And again.

You know that you may die any day now.

Yes.

Are you not afraid?

No, sir. I was afraid, yes.

That I would peace now, you see with myself.

I know that God will save me. Oh, yes.

How do you know that?

Well, I feel comfortable in myself, really.

Of course I was seen her. I know that, but not a very bad one, you see.

Did I ever miss the Christmas? Thank you.

Ah, your minister has made you comfortable in yourself.

And you think that is the work of God?

Yes, sir. Mr. Christmas, oh, you see. I'm all right. Thank you for calling.

If I leave you now, my child, you will be damned.

I am here to show you the truth for only the broken in spirit to enter the kingdom of heaven.

But God won't abandon me. I won't do anything wrong.

He won't abandon you, my poor child, to the torments of hell for you are proud.

No, no, I'm not. I'm humble.

You're proud, proud. I'm humble. I'm humble. I'm humble. I'm humble.

I'm humble. I'm humble. I'm humble. I'm humble. I'm humble.

Yes.

Oh, my God, I'm humble.

Yeah.

God will save you if you love Him utterly.

You are in danger for you still love yourself.

I don't want to go down. I'll not save me. I'll save me.

He will save you, my child. He is saving you. Through me.

I'm going to leave you down.

I'm going to leave you.

No, no.

Have you heard any of the Swansea with the snow prince?

For half an hour, I've asked the Holy Spirit

whether or not I should take an umbrella

and have received no clear reply.

Perhaps God does not choose that I visit Swansea.

Ah, that's not matters to trivia, for Almighty God.

No, none.

Well, I'm quite sure that God does not mind my journey.

Goodbye, Reese.

Goodbye.

I think I'll stay and keep Brother Prince company, Reese.

Oh.

Goodbye, then.

Have I told you about my mother and God,

my Catholic friend, Miss Freeman?

Yes.

The last barrier between us is Dan.

She writes to tell me she is being baptized

into the Church of England.

Good news, indeed.

God has directed that I marry her.

My dear friend.

I will not go out this afternoon.

Shall we construe Aristotle together?

No, no, no.

I do not feel moved to study the classics, Thomas.

I load the classics, too.

They keep referring to beastly natural functions

as if they were ordinary.

I am instructed not to prepare for the examination.

But if we don't pass the exams,

we won't be ordained as clergymen.

I'm prepared to leave that problem to God.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning, sir.

I have here a letter from the ecclesiastical authorities,

the contents of which will, I suspect,

come as a relief to many of you.

A Queen Victoria's coronation will soon be upon us,

and because of this,

I applied for a mission of the approaching examination.

That remission has now been granted.

You may all consider yourselves to have passed.

Henry, you prayed enough for us both love.

Come. Come to bed.

Prayed enough, Martha. Prayed enough.

No man has ever prayed enough.

If our union is to be spiritual, we must only...

I have such an appetite for Jesus,

which is not a good word.

I am not a good word.

I am not a good word.

I am not a good word.

I am not a good word.

I have such an appetite for Jesus, which only he could satisfy.

I thought you of all people, Martha, would understand.

Come here, Henry.

We'll go together to the throne of the heavenly grace.

No, no, no. You really must not interrupt my communion with God.

Don't ever do that. Never.

Do you not love me?

God directed me to marry you,

but you are not the supreme object of my affections.

How could you be when Jesus fills my heart?

I am instructed to spend the night in prayer.

You do not love me.

You do not love me.

God must not be used as a barrier between people.

Very well, I see a nuptial prayer alone.

Perhaps God will know which prayers to listen to.

Father, I've sinned against love.

Love is God's meeting place with man, Henry.

Father, I've sinned against love.

Love is God's meeting place with man, Henry.

Enthusiasm was thought of as easy as the laboring classes when I was young.

Clever churchmen didn't go in for it.

The things have changed, Prince.

I wish you joy, Vyociracy.

Challenge, eh?

Challenge near Bridgewater, sir.

Yeah, rural and secluded.

Not much scope to evangelize there, eh?

Not even a public house.

But the rectory is quite large.

I trust that Mrs. Prince didn't come to empty-handed. I know you're not a rich man.

Her fortune is sufficient for us, sir.

Good, good.

The Church of England is like the British Army.

You don't get ready for it without money or connections.

Yes, Sam Starkie, your actor is very well connected.

Navue of Lady Alyssia Coventry.

He's an invalid and go forward to spend his days taking the cure of watering places.

I doubt whether you'll ever actually see him.

So, sir, it's Mr. Erm...

Starkie.

Samuel Starkie.

Yes, yes.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

This is a...

Julia.

My sister and companion.

I find her a tire of strength.

I have read your letters to the lamp at a brethren, Mr. Prince.

I'm delighted.

I'm sorry that Mrs. Prince is not here to receive you.

Her liver condition has taken her to my mother's home in Whitcomb.

Sorry to hear it.

Shall the maid show you to your rooms?

Then perhaps you could have some tea and I...

Well, I would like to speak to you first, if you don't mind.

My brother has been very, very anxious to meet you, Mr. Prince.

I will tip dough upstairs.

Would you like to sit down?

I'll take a look.

Pardon my agitation.

You have been my curator here for forty months and I'm a stranger to you, but you are no stranger to me.

Yes.

Miracles still happen, don't they?

It is blasphemy to doubt it.

You have wrought a miracle.

And another miracle is that you do not know it.

You must tell me.

A month ago I lay very ill, the ventner.

And the nurse told me that I could not live till night.

At noon the post brought me a letter from a clerical friend in Bath with a...

...printed slip of paper which he prayed might be written if what I died.

The words described how a man may know that he believes in Christ.

When the reading was done, I asked the preacher's name.

And only then learned he was you.

My curate.

I thanked God that he had sent such a pastor to my flock.

I felt very happy in mine.

I said the last few words to my sister and they back to depart in peace.

But could not die. Yes.

My pulse beat quicker.

My tongue was loose and strength returned to my limbs.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

It's wonderful.

Sit down, Mr. Starkey.

I must render you my accounts.

I have not dealt well with your flock.

And so, for more than a year now, I have labored in the church, the schools and the homes,

and found a disobedient and gain-saying people.

When my wife fell ill, I decided to quit the place.

But before leaving, I announced a special meeting here in this study.

30 people attended, most of them, Elder Day.

They at least were concerned for the welfare of their souls, so I did not abandon them.

And now you have come.

And I know that the Spirit intends great work at Challenge.

You think, I can help.

You are my rector.

I'm a new preacher, Prince.

I have not conducted a score of sermon since I was ordained.

Living is mine because my father had it.

I will preach and you will pray.

Nearly by being here, you strengthen my hand.

The Spirit has worked for us both.

Then certainly I will remain.

May I call you Brother Starkey?

Do.

Please.

I have not told you everything, Brother Starkey.

When the time is ripe, I will unfold a mystery.

The Spirit is my father.

I think not many of you have been inside one of Her Majesty's prisons,

so you do not know how like the world they are.

If a man breaks the prison rules, that man is placed in a tiny cell without windows or lights,

entered by a sort of tunnel through several thicknesses of wall.

The silence here is so complete, that only by muttering to himself may a man know that he has not been struck death,

and he has no means of knowing that he has not been struck blind.

A very few days of this will turn the strongest criminal into a gibbering lunatic.

Yet he has merely disobeyed a human prison governor.

How much worse then must be the punishment of those who disobey the governor of the universe?

A wake now that sweepers rise from the dead, and Christ will give thee light.

Do you not fear to disobey that call?

Why will you not leave this prison of earth and join Christ in his holy kingdom?

For God's spell of solitary confinement is nothing short of eternity.

The punishment that I described was mental, but on the last day you will be resurrected in the body.

To your souls all horrible aloneness will be added a flesh whose every inch, incident out, will be gripped and crushed by a scorching mass of unindurable.

But eternally to be endured.

But agony.

Oh dear, I would be the mother of the son of the mother of the god.

The congregation will remain seated.

God has called the faithful of this parish to him through the ministry of our beloved.

I believe it, Mr. Prince.

The time has come to separate the concern from the callus, the wheat from the charv, so that the work of grace is not hampered by those who reject it.

Accordingly, we ask those of you who have not answered the call and who are not attending Mr. Prince's classes of special instruction,

not to attend the evening services on Sunday, which as matters stand can do you know possible good.

Let us pray.

My aunt went to a lemon to I believe for her convalescence and founded beneficial. Could you not go there?

Since I met Mr. Prince, I find I have no need to medical attention.

Henry, this is Dr. Huntley. He's here from me.

I'm here on behalf of his grace, the bishop, the bishop, the bishop, and the bishop.

I'm here on behalf of his grace, the bishop.

I'm sure Mr. Stark will have no objection.

Oh, none. I wish to have no secrets for my rector, Dr. Huntley.

Very proper. But I would like a private word with you, Prince.

Excuse me.

His grace has heard of your wife's illness. He asks me to convey his commiserations to which, of course, I append my own.

You are too kind, sir, but my wife is no longer ill. She's perfectly well now. She died of the dropsy three days ago.

I am sorry to hear it.

There is no need for sorrow, Dr. Huntley. If ever a woman died in the Lord, it was Martha Prince. Jesus is her bridegroom now.

I only regret that I was not at a side at the end, but my little flock of challenge had the greater need of me.

Indeed.

The bishop feels that your talents are wasted here at trial-inch-prince.

Why, sir?

Your temperament does not suit you to a rural area. Our agricultural gentry do not appreciate your spiritual insights.

Indeed, his grace hardly appreciates them himself.

It does not strengthen the church to tell perfectly respectable citizens to stay away from it.

We hear that husbands are threatening to kill their wives if they do go to your services and wives to abandon their husbands if they do not.

Besides denying communion to certain of the parents, I hear that you are admitting unconfirmed children to him.

And you have been poaching.

Toaching, sir?

Holding prayer meetings and other man's parishes, increasing your little flock at the expense of theirs.

We feel your temper fits you more for missionary work, a work among the Heath.

Are there no Heathan in England, sir?

England.

Too many? Too many?

The Westlands and Unitarians are reaping big harvests in the industrial north.

His grace is willing to help you if you ask to be transferred there.

My flock needs me here. The revival and challenge is not the work of man but of God.

Do you, Mr. Prince, recognize the authority of your bishop to send you where that work is best done, or do you not?

I recognize only the authority of God.

Then we will have to withdraw your license.

You are an unhappy messenger, sir.

I do not envy you, you are rolling this.

Blind mouths that scarce know how themselves to hold a sheepock.

But the two-handed engine at the door stands ready to smite once.

And smite no more.

Hey, big old man.

Milton, saw more in blindness than you fear.

Blinded by light.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

God speed you on your way.

Both you and the bishop and all the fearful army of the damned.

If I may say so.

May I show this gentleman out in it.

Why pure feet as you leave, sir?

For dust of my flaws is not for the heels of your transgressions.

Where is Henry?

I must confront him in the Tetris. We may deny it.

I cannot trouble him before a meeting.

Brother Prince carries heavy burdens, Arthur. Do not act to them.

This is a letter from a man who attended one of your meetings in Brighton.

I'll read part of it to you.

He tells me that Henry James Prince stood on the platform and publicly claimed to be the incarnate Holy Ghost.

Well, unless they weren't spiritually prepared for us in Brighton.

What?

Don't look so shocked.

Your heart would tell you the truth, Arthur, if you but listened to it.

Thomas, please.

Your heart would tell you the truth, Arthur, if you but listened to it.

Thomas, are these rumors true?

God has forbidden us to discuss the matter.

Attend the meeting.

If your eyes are open, you will see.

Brother Prince, shall we begin the meeting? It's rather more than time.

Henry, Brother Prince, what's the matter?

The Lord is quite full.

There's that severe again from the Great Western Lions and canage for us from the top of the town.

The good news is pretty.

Oh, hi, Julia. Henry, Brother Prince is unwell.

Oh, you poor man. Is it the colic again?

Where is the pain? You're trying my smelling, shall we?

No, no. It is not the flesh that is afflicting me but the spirit.

Give me your hands, my friends.

What do you want us to do, Henry?

Nothing, Julia. The Holy Spirit has destroyed Henry James Prince as a separate soul.

Yet sometimes those commands are so opposed to earthly reason,

I cannot help but cry, oh God, take this cup away from me.

After all my beloved Martha was buried but a short time ago.

Help me, my friends. Without you I can do nothing.

What does the Spirit command you do, Henry?

It commands that I marry you, Julia.

I was a monster to march us deep and thus thus we can as they sleep.

But we who from death have a wing bring some of us by all cream.

Amen.

Daily, beloved brothers and sisters in God, you are about to hear the sermon.

But not an ordinary sermon from an ordinary preacher.

We are sent to you from the courts of heaven, from the bosom of eternity,

to proclaim the second coming of our Lord, His coming His eye.

Very lie indeed.

Behold, He can come with us.

Who am I who stands before you?

I am Brother Prince.

I am Brother Prince.

I am Brother Prince.

I am Brother Prince.

I am Brother Prince.

I am Brother Prince.

Who is Brother Prince?

Is Brother Prince?

God?

Only very foolish or very wicked people could ask such a question.

I am a man like yourselves, a vessel of clay.

But God, for his own purpose, has emptied this vessel out and filled it full with mercy.

Mercy for all who will drink of it.

I am here today to speak of the redemption of the body.

By the redemption of the body, I mean its deliverance from Satan,

who is the author of all evil.

All evil, I say, including headache, toothache, stomachache, death of the flesh.

But you are flesh.

You are earth, earthy.

Behold, He is coming to judge the earth.

Believe me, the bright drum all He stands outside the door.

How will you bear it when you behold Him?

I will tell you, you will not bear it, but you will burn like chaff in the fire of His unending love.

How will you escape?

I will tell you.

There is but one shield in God's own armory, the shield of love of God in man.

Look well upon me, for I am that shield.

Light of love behold the shield.

Behold, says the Prophet behold.

I bring you new heavens.

That prophecy is being fulfilled.

The new heaven is being created through me, brother prince.

If you now turn your back on this glory, I say to you, Judas, that it were better now that it's not being born.

Here in England, at Spakston Bottom in Somerset, the new Jerusalem is being built.

And those of you who will leave your lands, parents, husbands, wives, children and homes for my sake.

I enter in and live forever in the pure enjoyment of God's sweet love as angels.

We need that farm.

They're asking 2,300.

That hothon may be negotiated. Here's a farmer, he may knock them down.

But we're almost out of fun.

So stop the building then.

This church doesn't need to spy.

That tower is high enough.

If we do not have a spy, we must have a roof below it, or we should all get wet.

It does not rain in heaven, brother Starky.

Trust in the Lord.

I am my little girl, so wish to join you, brother prince.

Don't we, dear?

But my poor husband was only able to leave us at very small annuity.

How small?

600 pounds a year.

600 pounds a year.

600 pounds a year.

That will be sufficient.

Mrs. Patterson, you'll get brother Rouse to draw up the legal documents.

Well, of course, the spire.

And then this line of cotages can house the grooms and the gardeners.

With a concert, oh no, I won't.

I won't.

Why the lawns here?

The playing fields must go there.

Oh, dear.

But brother Thomas said...

I had suggested that the kitchen gardens get...

We need cricket and football pitches also.

We need more land in fact.

Brother Prince, our finances are...

Trust in the Lord.

Harriet Nottage.

God is about to confer a special blessing on you, but air, I tell you what it is.

You must give me your word to obey the Lord and accept his gift.

Of course, brother Prince.

Then in a few days, you will be married to a young friend of mine, the Reverend Louis Price.

Rejoice, sister Clara.

It is the Lord's wish that you will shortly be married to our brother, William Cobb.

But there are relations to consign.

Pagnus Nottage.

Four days from now, you will be joined in holy matrimony to our brother, George Thomas.

Four days.

The Lord wishes the ceremony to be solemnised in Swansea.

We shall all go there tomorrow.

But surely lawyers take time.

Why do you want a lawyer, dear?

My sisters and I have inherited a great deal of money.

For the sake of the children, there should be a legal settlement.

There will be no children.

Your union with our brother will be spiritual only.

Your love for your husband will be pure, according to the will of God.

Restoring upon her finger.

Restoring upon her finger.

Restoring upon her finger.

Mrs Price, Mrs Cobb, and Mrs Thomas, bring us £18,000.

Hoffen Maber and his sister £10,000.

Oh, and £1,000 from me, of course.

Which, together with the contributions of the fund holders and annuitants, gives us...

A comfortable annual interest of £9,800.

When will these money be in her?

Our lawyers say that the deeds and covenants will be finally ratified within the week.

Good, good.

Then we shall take up a boat three weeks on Sunday.

The Thomas is a retlend, didn't he?

Mrs Rittland, didn't he?

The fear Agnes may not come.

She has a mind of her own.

Brother Starkey, pick up pen and write.

I command you to arise and come to Weymouth.

Amen.

We pray that the words of God are free.

The words of God are free.

And God's the wicked as they see.

But we move from left half of thee.

We pray that the words of God are free.

Pray the arms of Sarah Finn to heaven won't my chair appear.

But we move from left half of thee.

Prince Alma, outside of thee.

Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, today we entered Jerusalem in sons of praise.

And now the day of judgment is passed.

The angel has left the mercy seat and we, the blessed are gathered in the bosom of God.

From now onwards all prayers, sounds, sermons and services are at an end.

And we shall live forever surrounded by everything which can delight the eye and satisfy the sense.

Only one ceremony remains.

That great manifestation of the Holy Spirit's love for the body by which he redeems it from sin and death.

And just as Satan started the fall in the old earth in Adam's flesh, that is an Eve who was living earth.

So will God restore the earth by creating a new consciousness in the body of woman once again.

It behoves the virgins of you therefore to adorn yourselves and await the coming of the bridegroom.

The hour is nigh.

My witnesses will summon you when the time is ripe.

Adorn?

New consciousness.

Does he mean that we have to adorn me dear?

I don't know.

Quite I suppose.

Right.

Why?

Oh, definitely fight.

And come.

Thus the Holy Ghost took flesh in the presence of those who be called as flesh.

Out of this one lump of clay, dust of the ground, living earth, flesh.

He, the great potter, took one piece to make it new.

He took flesh, a woman, in their presence.

And he told them it was his intention to make it one with him, even as a man is one flesh with his wife.

He consulted nobody's pleasure in doing this but his own.

He was not influenced by what others might think or say.

And he took it with power and authority as flesh that belonged to God and was at his absolute disposal.

He had taken it.

He left it no choice of its own.

He did not take it because it loved him or it did not.

But because it accused him to set his love upon us.

He came so lonely, as it would kill him.

What do we got here?

They looked early.

Well, they locked you out, have they?

What's your name?

Ooh, Cat got you tongue.

Yeah?

Oh, good morning.

My name's Hepworth Dixon.

I got an appointment to see Brother Prince.

Yes, Mr. Hepworth Dixon.

We are expecting it.

This young lady sees who got locked out.

No, no, she's not allowed in here.

I'm pretty sure she's not allowed in here.

I'm pretty sure she's not allowed in here.

I'm pretty sure she's not allowed in here.

I'm pretty sure she's not allowed in here.

No, no, she's not allowed in here, I'm pretty sure she's not

part of your establishment.

No, she's not part of the ordering of things, not at all.

Go home.

I'll stay on.

Simon.

Go on.

Come on.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Mr. Hepworth Dixon, by appointment to see us beloved.

Can you take a seat, Mr. Hepworth Dixon?

Good morning.

A wonderfully good morning.

We deserve it after yesterday's reign.

Though our gardeners were pleased with the reign.

Although it has been a poor summer on the whole.

Yes, indeed.

Had you a pleasant drive down from Bridgewater, Mr. Hepworth Dixon?

I have, Miss Sun.

Call me Zoe.

Oh, I think I'm a stranger.

How can I use such dear, familiar names, Miss Paterson?

Call me Zoe.

Nothing but Zoe.

It's a Madeira, Mr. Hepworth Dixon.

What will you call your book, Mr. Hepworth Dixon?

Spiritual wives.

It will deal with the great flowering this century of sects whose attitude to Holy wedlock is not orthodox.

Are you not alone, brother Prince, in thinking the bonds of usual wedlock unsatisfactory?

I am alone.

But do you really believe that the rest are mankind?

Millions and millions of men and women are damned souls belonging to the devil?

It is God's will not ours.

Here we live like angels in the pure enjoyment of God's love.

We live without sin, for sin is death, and our life is eternal.

But some of you have died.

Harriet, not Vince, for example.

She erred, and so is God.

But if the valley outside were choked with ten thousand corpses,

it would not convince us that we should one day have to die.

Oh.

Death is the work of time.

But we all live in time.

You live in time.

We do not.

May I ask about a child I saw at the gates?

She is a child of shame, a living witness of the triumph of the devil in the heart of man.

You speak of Miss Patis' child.

She is Satan's offspring, Satan's doing in the flesh.

The blemish on the perfect fruit.

You're referring to Miss Patis' child.

The child brought out his purpose.

It was a bitter time for all.

But most of all, for our beloved.

Father Prince, what you call the ceremony of God's manifestation of the love for the body,

by which you redeems it from sin and death.

I am pleased to have met you, Mr. Hepworth Dixon.

Brother Starkey will show you round the grounds and answer any further questions.

Is it true that you live like celibates?

Brother Starkey, your old rectory of challenge is just a mile or so of the road.

Couldn't you stroll up to it, do you think?

Why not?

Do an excursion.

I delightful. I'll come to you.

And I. Just wait until I get my books.

Brother Thomas, it must be ten past eleven.

Every time to finish ours.

Oh, I think so.

Oh, good.

Thank you, Zoe.

What do you think of that, Brother Prince?

Yes, quite a puzzler.

You have me on the hip.

Brother Thomas.

Something to soothe me.

Clara.

Oh, did Miss Forteans pitterstones?

Around the blue, around the blue.

Why, Bill, should be my bosom.

To share it all.

To share it all.

Thank you.