All language subtitles for Jane Eyre Afl.7.English

Hello.

There you are.

Well, come on!

If you please.

And this is Jane Eyre.

Yes, just one of your tricks
to come on foot.

What the devil have you
been doing this last month?

I've been with my aunt, sir,
who is dead.

A true janian reply.

Good angels be my guard.
She comes from the abode of the dead.

-I said you were an elf.
-I'm no elf, sir.

Truant!

Absent from me
a whole month.

And forgetting me
quite, I'm sure.

I thought you in London, sir.

I suppose you found that out
by second sight.

But I'm back.

I had a letter
from Mrs. Fairfax.

Stay still.

And did she inform you
of what I went to do?

Oh, yes, sir.

To buy a new carriage

and to make arrangements
for your wedding to Miss Ingram.

You should see
the carriage, Jane,

and tell me if you don't think
it would suit Mrs. Rochester exactly.

I wish at times I were
a trifle better adapted

to match with her.
Externally.

Tell me now,
fairy that you are,

you couldn't give me a charm or a
philter or something of the sort?

It would be past
the power of magic, sir.

Off with you, then.

Go and stay your weary
little wandering feet

at a friend's threshold.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester,
for your great kindness to me.

I'm strangely glad
to be back again.

Wherever you are
is my home.

My only home.

A fortnight of
dubious calm followed.

Nothing was said of
the master's marriage.

I saw no preparations.

Mrs. Fairfax knew nothing.

Strangest of all, he never
rode over to Ingram Park.

Then, one morning, he summoned
me to the drawing room.

Sit down.

Now, Jane,

Thornfield is a pleasant place,
is it not?

Yes, sir.

And you must have become,
in some degree,

attached to the house.

I am indeed, sir.

And to that foolish
little child Adèle.

Even to simple
dame Fairfax.

I have an affection
for them both, sir.

And would be sorry
to part with them?

Yes, sir.

Pity.

It's always the way.

No sooner are you settled
in a pleasant resting place

than you must
rise and move on.

Must I leave
Thornfield, sir?

Yes, I'm sorry, Jane.
I believe indeed you must.

I shall be ready when
the order comes, sir.

It is come now.

Then you are
to be married.

Exactly.

Precisely.

With your usual acuteness
you have hit the nail

straight on the head.

-Soon, sir?
-Very soon, my…

Miss Eyre.

And you'll remember.
The first time I intimated

that I intended to take
Miss Ingram to my bosom,

you said, with that discretion
I admire in you,

that you and little Adèle
had better trot forthwith.

I shall seek another
situation immediately, sir.

In a month, I hope
to be a bridegroom.

In the interim, I will myself
look out for employment for you.

I'm sorry to put you to
any kind of trouble, sir.

No need to apologise.
You've done your duty well.

You have a sort of
claim upon me.

Indeed, I had heard of
a situation that may suit.

The five daughters of a
Mrs. Dionysius O'Gall, in western Ireland.

Ireland?

Oh, you'll like
Ireland, I think.

They're very warm-hearted
people there, they say.

-But it is so far away!
-From what?

Well, from England and
from Thornfield and…

And?

From you, sir.

We've been
good friends, Jane,

have we not?

Yes, sir.

Then we shall sit together
in peace tonight.

Even if we should be destined
never to do so again.

It's a long way to Ireland.

I'm sorry to send my little
friend on such weary travels,

but if I cannot do better,
how is it to be helped?

Are you anything akin
to me, Jane, do you think?

Because I have a strange
feeling with regard to you.

Especially when
you're near to me as now.

And if that boisterous channel and

200 miles of land
come broad between us

I'm afraid some cord of
communion will be snapped

and I shall take to
bleeding inwardly.

As for you,

you'd forget me.

That I never should, sir.

Do you hear the nightingale
singing in the wood?

Listen.

I wish I'd never
been born.

I wish I'd never
seen Thornfield.

Why? Because you're
sorry to leave it?

I love Thornfield.

I love it because in it I've lived
a full and delightful life,

not been trampled upon.

I have talked face to face
with what I reverence,

with what I delight in.

I've known you,
Mr. Rochester.

It strikes me with
terror and with anguish

to be torn away
from you forever.

I see the necessity
of departure

and it is like looking
on the necessity of death.

Well, where do you
see the necessity?

You have placed it before me.

Miss Ingram, your bride.

My bride? What bride?

I have no bride.

You will have.

Yes, I will.

Then I must go.

No, Jane. You must stay.
I swear it.

I tell you I must go.

Do you think because I am poor,
obscure, plain, and little

I am soulless and heartless?

I have as much soul as you
and full as much heart.

And if God had blessed me with
some beauty and much wealth,

I would have made it
as hard for you to leave me now

as it is for me to leave you!

It is my spirit which
addresses your spirit

just as though both had
passed through the grave

and we stood at God's feet
equal as we are.

As we are.

So.

So, Jane…

You are a married man,
or as good as married.

Married to one inferior to you
whom I do not believe you truly love.

I would scorn such a marriage,
therefore I am better than you.

Let me go!

Jane, don't struggle so,
like a wild frantic bird.

I am no bird.

I am a free human being
with an independent will

and I shall leave you.

It is your will that shall
decide your destiny.

I offer you my heart,

my hand and a share
of all my possessions.

You play
a farce with me.

I ask you to pass
through life at my side.

To be my second self and
best earthly companion.

Come, Jane.
Come hither.

Your bride stands
between us.

My bride is here.

Because my equal
is here.

And my likeness.

Jane, will you marry me?

Do you doubt me, Jane?

Entirely.

-You have no faith in me?
-Not a whit!

Am I a liar in your eyes?

What love have I for Miss Ingram?
None! And that you know!

What love has she for me?

I shall never marry
that mercenary.

You… you strange, you…

you almost unearthly thing,

I love you as my own flesh.

I entreat you.

Accept me as your husband.

Jane, I must have you
for my own.

Entirely my own.
Will you be mine?

Accept me.

Marry me.

Mr. Rochester, let me
look at your face.

Are you in earnest?

Do you truly love me?

Do you sincerely wish me
to be your wife?

I do.

And if an oath is
necessary to satisfy,

I swear it.

Then, sir,

I will marry you.

Make my happiness.

I will make yours.

God pardon me and
man meddle not with me.

I have her
and will hold her.

Edward, there is
no one to meddle.

I have no kindred
to interfere.

No, that's
the best of it.

Are you happy, Jane?

Yes.

It will atone.

My love and constancy
will expiate.

God will judge me kindly.

For man's opinion,
I defy it.

Edward?

Come and bid me
good morning, Jane!

Oh, you look blooming
and smiling and pretty.

Truly pretty this morning.

Is this my pale little elf?

Is this my mustard seed?

it is Jane Eyre, sir.

Soon to be
Jane Rochester.

In four weeks, Jane,
and not a day more.

What, you're blushing!
What's that for?

Jane Rochester.
It seems so strange.

Yes, Mrs. Rochester.

Edward Fairfax
Rochester's girl bride.

Human beings never enjoy
complete happiness in this world.

I am no exception.
It's a daydream.

Which I can
and will realise.

I wrote this morning
to my banker in London

to send me certain jewels
he has in his keeping.

-I shall pour them into your lap.
-No!

I shall hang diamond
chains around your neck.

Oh, please do not speak to
me as though I were a beauty.

I am your plain
quakerish governess.

You are a beauty
in my eyes,

and I shall make the world
acknowledge your beauty.

Then you won't know me.

I shan't be Jane Eyre
any longer.

I don't speak to you as
though you were handsome,

though I love you dearly.
Too dearly to flatter you.

Please, don't flatter me.

Please, don't send the letter.

But you must ask me
for something else.

Very well.

My curiosity is much
piqued on one matter.

What? Curiosity is a
dangerous petition, Jane.

Why did you go to such pains
to make me believe

you wished to marry
Miss Ingram?

Is that all?
Thank God it's no worse.

Well, I confess. I…

Even though I risk rousing
that fiery indignation of yours,

that I wanted to make you as madly
in love with me as I was with you.

I tried to arouse
your jealousy.

That was a burning shame, sir.

Did you not think of
Miss Ingram's feelings?

Miss Ingram's feelings were
no more than pride and greed.

She was glad to be rid of me.

You have a curious,
designing mind, Mr. Rochester.

Well, my principles were
never trained, Miss Eyre.

I am so astonished,

I hardly know what to say
to you, Miss Eyre.

-Have you accepted him?
-Yes.

I could never have
thought it.

He means to marry you?

He tells me so.

Well, it passes me.

Well, no doubt it is true
since you say so.

There are 20 years
of difference in your ages.

He might almost
be your father.

Oh, no, indeed,
Mrs. Fairfax.

And no one who saw us together
would suspect it for an instant.

Mr. Rochester looks as
young and is as young

as many men
at five and twenty.

Is it really only for love
he is marrying you?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I do not wish to grieve you.

But you are so young
and so little acquainted with men.

I wish to put you
on your guard.

Against what,
Mrs. Fairfax?

In this case, I do fear
that there may be something

found different to what
either you or I expect.

Why? Am I monster?

Is it impossible
that Mr. Rochester

should have a sincere
affection for me?

No, I daresay
he is fond of you,

but gentlemen
in his station

are not accustomed to marry
their governesses.

There have been times
when, for your sake,

I have been a little uneasy
at his marked preference

and have wished to put
you on your guard.

But I did not like to suggest
the possibility of wrong.

Wrong? Mrs. Fairfax,
we are marrying.

Last night I cannot
tell you what I suffered

when I saw you coming in
with him at such a late hour.

It is enough
that all was right.

I hope all will be
right in the end.

Sophie?

Is that you?

Sophie,
what are you doing?

This much I can tell you,
it was not Grace Poole!

It was nothing but a creature
of your imagination!

Oh, I must be careful of
your nerves, my treasure.

Sir, the thing was real.

And your dreams beforehand,
were they real?

Now, is the hall a ruin?

You had
another dream, Jane.

And this? This veil,
your special gift to me!

Well, thank God, if anything malignant
did come near you last night,

it was only the veil
that was harmed.

Oh, to think what
might have happened.

But tell me who or
what that woman was.

Now, Jane, I'll tell you.

It was half-dream,
half-reality.

Look, clearly a woman
entered your room last night.

That woman was
Grace Poole.

You said yourself
she's a strange creature.

Now, what did
she do to me?

To Mason?

You were between
sleeping and waking.

You were feverish, almost
delirious after that dream,

and you saw her
in a goblin shape,

Horrible features,
quite different to her own.

You had a nightmare, Jane,

but the spiteful tearing
of the veil is real,

and it is like her.

Then why do you keep…

I see you would ask me yet again
why I keep such a woman in my house!

When we are married a year and a day,
I will tell you.

Not before.

Are you satisfied?

I'll go and finish
my packing.

Oh, wait.

Doesn't Sophie sleep with
Adèle in the nursery?

Yes.

You'd better share it
with them tonight, Jane.

I will do so gladly.

And lock the door
on the inside.

Sleep well.
No nightmares tonight, dearest.

Dream of happiness.

Welcome, sir.
Welcome, madam.

Would you kindly come up
to the communion rails?

This is a most happy
occasion.

Mr. Rochester, I have had
the privilege many times…

Shall we proceed,
Mr. Wood?

Why, of course.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here

in the sight of God and in
the face of this congregation

to join together
this man and this woman…

…just cause why they may not
lawfully be joined together,

let him now speak or else
hereafter ever hold his peace.

I require
and charge you both,

as you will answer at
the dreadful day of judgement

when the secrets of all hearts
shall be disclosed,

that if either
of you know any impediment

why you may not lawfully be
joined together in matrimony,

you do now confess it.

For be well assured…

I declare the existence
of an impediment!

The marriage cannot go on.

Proceed.

I cannot proceed without some
enquiry as to what has been said.

I am in a condition
to prove my allegation.

An insuperable impediment
to this marriage exists.

Please explain, sir.

It consists in the existence
of a previous marriage.

Mr. Rochester has a wife
now living.

Subtitles revised and resynchronised
by Héctor Lahoz