All language subtitles for Middlemarch S01E03

He must not strain
his nervous powers.

Do not tell him of the seriousness

of his condition.

I don't think that Mr Ladislaw
should come here.

Whatever you say, my dear.
But who are WE to forbid him?

Every chance you get, you waste!

How COULD I respect you? And how
could I marry a man I can't respect?

I want you to be my wife.

Oh...

THUD-THUD!

Missy!

THUD!

Missy!

It's three o'clock in the morning
and I've got all my faculties.

Do you hear? Yes, sir.

I made two wills.

One of them is in the closet chest.

I want you to take it out
and burn it.

No, sir. I cannot do that.

You must!

No, I can't. It would lay me open
to suspicion. Wait till morning, till
your brother and sister come again.

No! Now!

Look, Missy,

take this money - all of it -

the notes AND the gold.

Only do as I say.
No, I won't, sir.

I won't touch the will or the money.
Please don't ask me again.

This is the only chance.

Look, it's pretty nigh £200.

Nobody will know how much there was.
Take it, and do as I tell you.

Put away your money, sir. I won't
touch it. I will do anything else...

Anything else?!

I want nothing else!

Let me give you...
Damn you, Missy!

BELL TOLLS

How extraordinary!
Who CAN they all be?

Oh, there's Lydgate as doctor,
I suppose.

Oh, that's a really
fine-looking young woman
with that fair young man.

Sir James, do you know them?

Mayor Vincy...

They're probably
his son and daughter.

A decent family. >

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You've seen Vincy at my house.

One of your secret
political committee, I hear...

Ho-ho-ho(!)

..who sucks the life
from the hand-loom weavers.

That's how his family
look so fair and sleek.

He's a sound man - Vincy.

< Who's that man in the garden?

He looks happy enough.

Well, it's time the old man died.
No-one THERE seems to be sorry.

Dodo, you never told me
Mr Ladislaw has come again!

Ah, yes. He came as my guest.
He puts up at Tipton.

An excellent young man.
He writes well.

I'd be glad
to give him an opportunity
at The Pioneer, you know. I see.

So, he writes political speeches(?)
Did I not mention him, Casaubon?

I asked him some time ago,
when you were ill.

Dorothea said you couldn't have
anyone in the house and asked me...

..to write to him.

We brought the portrait of yourself
in the semblance of Thomas Aquinas.

I knew you'd be pleased!

Ladislaw!

Here! >

Here he comes. >

He wouldn't come in
till I'd announced him.

Here he comes.

Excellent. Excellent.
Here he comes.

There.

There you are, to the life -

a deep, subtle thinker,

drawing attention
to our ultimate destination.
Symbolism, you see.

What do you think, Casaubon?

I went into all that a great deal
once - solidity, transparency.

I like it up to a point,

but it's a bit straining.

The flesh is good, though.

The flesh is good.

INAUDIBLE WHISPERS

That's him. >

The by-blow...

Love-child.

< Ahem!

Now, the will I hold here in my hand

was drawn up by myself

on 9th August 1825.

But I find there is a subsequent
will, hitherto unknown to me,

executed in March 1828.

Dear, dear!

I shall begin...

..by reading the earlier will,
as such appears to be
the deceased's intentions.

"To each of my brothers and sisters
who survive me,

"I bequeath the sum of £200.

"To my nephews and nieces,

"£100.

"To Mr Borthrop Trumbull,
£50, and my gold-headed cane.

"To Mr Frederick Vincy,

"£10,000.

"The whole of the residue
of the estate -

"the house known as Stone Court,

and the lands and buildings

appertaining - go to Mr Joshua Rigg,

"who will take henceforth
the name of Featherstone."

But there's a second will.

Yes, the deceased's final wishes.

The second,

and most recent document,

revokes all the bequests
of the earlier will.

SHOCKED GASPS

It leaves Stone Court
and the lands to Joshua Rigg,
with the former conditions.

But the remainder of the estate

is to be devoted to the erection and
endowment of almshouses for old men,

to be called
Featherstone's Almshouses.

There are no other bequests...

..whatsoever.

MRS VINCY SOBS

The most unaccountable will
I ever heard.

If I'd known, a wagon and six >

wouldn't have drawn me here.

It'll do him no good.

He was a bad man
and almshouses won't cover it.

Come, Lucy.

That vile,
hypocritical old man.

Don't make a fool of yourself,
my dear.

Fred.

Fred!

(Fred.)

Fred!

Fred!

Be brave, Fred.
You're better without the money.

But what's a fellow to do?

I thought I'd be able
to pay your father back.

And what shall YOU do now?

Find another situation.

I'm sorry, Fred.

Fred!

..And sat with him
when he felt like it.

Damn bad day's work!

I hope you've decided
to pass that examination!

You built too much
on your expectations.

It weren't the poor boy's fault
that wicked old man deceived him!

MRS VINCY:
Fred will turn out well yet. And
where is there a girl like Rosamond?

Dr Lydgate could have had the highest

in the land, but he loves HER.

That engagement's off!
But, Vincy, she's started buying...

It's enough I have this idle scamp,

without paying for wedding clothes!

Times are bad -

machines breaking, election coming,

and revolution for all I know!

Everybody's ruined! And I doubt
Lydgate has a farthing to his name.

If he wants my daughter,
he can make his own way first!

Oh...Vincy!

What's this, Crabstone?
Abdominal tumour, Doctor.

Her name's Nancy Nash.
Good morning, Nancy.

How do you feel? Bad, sir.

Dr Minchin wants me to cut it out.

May I take a look, Nancy?

I'll be as gentle as I can.

CRABSTONE SHARPENS THE INSTRUMENTS

Tell me when you feel it.

There? Yes.

There? Yes.

And when I do this?

NANCY WHIMPERS

Yes... H'm.

Thank you, Nancy.

It's not a tumour, it's cramp.

Give her a blister
and some steel mixture.

CRABSTONE:

And what's Dr Minchin going to say?

He told me...
I'll speak to Dr Minchin.

'I was as tactful as I know how.'

But Minchin took offence
and refused to give his services
to the new hospital.

I shall just have to spend
more time there myself.

The devil of it is,
the work's unpaid.

Still, things can't last
as they are. We'll have
all sorts of reforms soon.

Then all the young fellows will be
glad to study here. Tertius? Yes?

Papa has been saying that
our engagement must be given up.

But, why?

YOU don't want to give it up?

Oh, I never give up anything
that I choose to do.

Good!

This is the house.
It belonged to old Mrs Bretton.

I've always longed to live here.

And it's so near the hospital.
Papa says it's too expensive
for a doctor.

Say no more. I'll take it.

Oh...! I wouldn't have you,
like Dr Minchin's wife, in a poky
little place. Damn the expense!

I'll use my patrimony.

You shall have everything

that is proper for a lady to have.

And, Rosy...

..why not hasten our marriage?
Oh, Tertius. We'll buy
the new clothes afterwards.

Wedding clothes AFTER the marriage?!

Would you deny me

for the sake of a few clothes? No.

I shan't be happy...

till I've made you altogether mine.

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Congratulations.

Now that's over,

we can
enjoy ourselves!

< Handsome couple, though.
No denying that.

Handsome is as handsome does.
I wouldn't wed a girl of mine to him.

He tried to cut up Mrs Goby

AFTER she was dead.

He never!

< Knife was poised
when her brothers burst in, I heard.

Handsome, though.

Very smart, both of 'em.

Come and congratulate the happy pair!

I'm thankful,
for my Ned's sake.

Though HE could afford a wife better
than Dr Lydgate, for all his airs.

< I've never liked strangers
coming in, putting on airs.

My Nicholas
was a stranger here once,

and we are told to entertain
strangers, are we not?

I wasn't speaking of religion!

CHURCH BELLS PEAL

Good day.

Vincy's had to dig deep!

You think he's got a bargain?

With Lydgate?! No better
than Brooke got with The Pioneer, and
that young rogue he's got to edit it.

They say Brooke's putting up
for parliament, with his protege
to puff him in The Pioneer!

Who is he?
Some young sprig from London?

HAWLEY: His name's Ladislaw.

A foreigner. He'll begin with
the rights of man, and end up
murdering some poor wench.

Aye...

LADISLAW:
"The Pioneer considers this to be
a time when the country's needs

"might overcome
the reluctance to public action
by men of breadth of mind,

"whose dispassionateness
is tempered by intelligence,
such as Brooke of Tipton.

"The electors of Middlemarch
would be fortunate indeed
to secure his services."

Aye, that's good.
"Dispassionateness tempered
by intelligence and energy."

I like that.
I like that very well.

I'll come with you.

Oh, there's a particular sketch

I wanted to take.

Ah. I'll see you

at dinner, then.

With pleasure, sir.

Very well, Peter. >

THE COACH MOVES OFF

Master's out, sir,
but Mrs Casaubon
will gladly see you.

Very well. I wouldn't want

to be a nuisance, though.

In the library, sir.

I'm so glad to see you.
I came for the chance of talking
to you alone, like I did in Rome.

It seems strange how much I said
to you then. I remember it all.

And you spend all your days shut up
indoors with these? Not all my days.

Not all the hours in any day.
And I'm happy to be here.

You look so much paler now. Get your
husband a secretary, then you could
ride and get your colour back.

I should have no happiness
if I didn't help him.
I was his secretary for a while.

It is not a post to have suited you.

Nor did it suit Mr Casaubon.

Perhaps you were not
a steady enough worker. No.

And I don't think Mr Casaubon
likes anyone to overlook his work,
or know too thoroughly what he does.

He's...too uncertain of himself.

I made the mistake of offering him
my opinions. He dislikes me for that.

I too often disagreed with him.

Yet he overcame his dislike of you
to act on your behalf.

Yes, he has shown a sense of justice

in family matters.

He understood how abominable it was

for my grandmother to be disinherited

for loving a poor man.

Such a change to bear,
from wealth to poverty.
Do you know much about her?

She married for love, that's all.

My grandfather's only fault
was being a Polish patriot

who had to give music lessons
for his living.

For this was she disinherited.

My mother ran away from HER family,
too.

Went on the stage, in fact.
I come from rebellious blood...

..on both sides! And your father?
I remember him very little.

He died when I was very young.

He inherited the musical talents.

I remember him playing the violin.

And I remember...his slow walk.

And I remember his long, thin hands.

Once, he'd been lying in bed for a
long time - I think he was very ill -

and all I could think of was
how hungry I was, how I only had
a little piece of bread.

He made himself known to Mr Casaubon

shortly before he died...
That was our last hungry day.

Such a different life from mine.

I've always had
too much of everything.

Do you really think you'll be
satisfied working with my uncle?

Oh, for the time being. There's work
to do here and I belong nowhere else.

But if you think I shouldn't stay,
I'll go.

I should like you to stay very much.

Then, I WILL stay.

Perhaps you should be guided
by Mr Casaubon.

I spoke without thinking
of anything but my own feelings.
Can't you wait for him?

No, I can't wait today.
Your uncle's expecting me.

I feel the need to use my body.

A five-mile walk to Tipton
with the wet grass gleaming
is just what I require.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

CARRIAGE APPROACHES

Did you find the bishop well,
Edward? Tolerably well, my dear.

He spoke handsomely of my recent
pamphlet on The Egyptian Mysteries

in terms it would not become me
to repeat.

That's wonderful news.

I wish you'd been here earlier.

Why so, my dear?

Because Mr Ladislaw has been here.

You missed him by a few minutes.

Indeed?

He was hoping to speak with you.

It appears that Uncle has bought
one of the Middlemarch newspapers,

and has asked Mr Ladislaw
to conduct it for him.

Now that he is independent
of your financial support,

he is seeking some fixed occupation.

He also said he should like to stay

because nobody cares for him

elsewhere.

And did Mr Ladislaw come on purpose
to ask my opinion?

Well, he didn't say THAT...

..but of course he expected me
to tell you of it.

Would you like me to read to you,
Edward?

No, thank you. Not at present.

Then, may I talk to you a little?

Certainly.

I've been thinking all day
about money...

..that I've always had too much
and, especially now
with your generosity,

the prospect of too much.

I've been thinking
about your Aunt Julia,

how she was cut off only because
she married a man who was poor.

And about her grandson, Will...
your cousin.

It isn't right that he should live
in poverty while WE are rich.

And Mr Ladislaw
has been speaking to you

on this subject?

No.

Edward,

you did what you thought was right.

But it seems to me
that more than that is right.

Mr Ladislaw should be given
the money to enable him
to take his place in society.

Then he need not take on employment
that might be beneath him.

Edward?

Surely his claim is just...
Dorothea, my love!

This is not the first occasion

in which you have assumed a judgement

that is beyond your scope!

It is not for you to interfere
between me and Mr Ladislaw,

still less to encourage
communications between him and you
criticising MY procedure!

"Dear Mr Ladislaw,
Mrs Casaubon informs me
of a proposal made for you.

"Your acceptance of this proposal
would be highly offensive to me.

"There are certain social proprieties

"which should hinder a near-relation

of mine from making himself

conspicuous in this vicinity

"in a status far below my own.

"Any persistence in this course
must disqualify you from reception
at my house.

"Yours faithfully, Edward Casaubon."

Pompous old fool!

I'm damned if I'll let YOU
drive me away!

- Mr Ladislaw?
- Nothing, Jenkins.

Freedom is a noble thing, eh?

It is, sir. And in short supply.

"Dear Mr Casaubon,
Pardon me for not seeing
that my obligation to you

"should restrain me from living
where I choose and maintaining
myself by any lawful occupation.

"My conscience tells me I am doing
nothing wrong. If yours forbids you
to receive me in your home, so be it.

"I remain, with deep regret,
Yours in persistent obligation,
Will Ladislaw."

ROSAMOND: Tertius, you never told me
how beautiful Quallingham was.

Is it full of lovely things inside?

There will be someone

exceptionally lovely in it tonight.

Did you stay here often? Yes,
particularly when Sir Godwin became
my guardian after my father died.

'My uncle's a good-natured
old fellow, but my cousin's a bore.'

So, how do you like
Quallingham?

Oh, I think it is
the loveliest place
I have ever been in.

Do you? You have
a lusher countryside
in Loamshire.

Oh, no. I could happily walk around
Quallingham for weeks together.

Oh, if I were ever to live here,

I think I should die from happiness.

Well, we don't want THAT!

You intend continuing in Middlemarch,
Tertius, eh? Yes, I thought so, sir.

A country sawbones
in a manufacturing town(!)

Odd profession for a gentleman.

I would like us to remove to London
or perhaps to Bath. An amusing place.

But it's damp. Full of gouty
admirals. Doctors make a fortune.

At Middlemarch, we have the
opportunity to make the town and
hospital a model in medical care

that all Europe might envy. Hmmph!

Really(?)

Good hunting about, I understand.

I might come and visit you.
Oh, please do, Captain.

Come and stay with us.

We should be delighted
to receive you,

wouldn't we, Tertius? Oh, yes...

Yes, of course.

What about this nonsense
of Brooke standing for parliament?

He'd be roasted alive
at the hustings.

He's the worst landlord
in the county.

One is bound to do
one's best for one's tenants,
especially in these hard times.

He should take Caleb Garth on again

as his agent.

Since he got rid of him,
everything's gone wrong.

I think of getting him to manage
for ME. He's an excellent man.

There might be some hope if Casaubon
didn't take Dorothea up entirely.

She should visit her uncle!
SOMEONE has got to teach that man
some sense!

Are you sure
you won't come in with me, James?

No, you'll do better on your own,
Dorothea. But, do remember,
you must be cruel to be kind.

BROOKE: ..For next week's editorial.

Mr Ladislaw.

Mrs Casaubon.

Dorothea!

Well!

I hear you are to engage Mr Garth

who praised my cottage designs.

< No...

Now, did Chettam say that?
He's a little hasty, you know.

I never said I should do
any such thing.

But you mean to enter parliament
as a member who cares for progress.

Yet your tenants live in squalor.

Come on...
Think of Kit Downs, Uncle.

His family live in the back kitchen,
leaving the other rooms to the rats!

Uh.. Yes, what is it, Mrs Kell?

The keeper's caught Dagley's boy,
sir, with a leveret.

Has he?!

A leveret? Well...

I must talk to the boy's father.

Dorothea, will you come with me as
far as Dagley's cottage? Of course.

Uncle...?
I shall let him off lightly.

Stay here while I see the keeper.

Where is he? What's he doing

at the front of the house, Mrs Kell?

You know to bring him round the back!

You do know that Mr Casaubon
has forbidden me to visit you? >

No...

No, I did NOT know.

I'm very sorry.

Do you intend to stay at Tipton?

Yes. I shall hardly ever see you now,

or hear what you're doing.

No, but I shall hear of YOU
from my uncle.

And, as for what I shall be doing,

my life is very simple.

I'm always at Lowick.

A terrible imprisonment!

Please don't say that!

I have no longings...

..except...

Except what?

I have so much more than my share
without doing anything for others.

MY religion is to love what is good
and beautiful...when I see it.

And I'm a rebel.

I don't feel bound
to submit to what I do not like.

How long my uncle is!

I must go and look for him.

Chettam finds fault with me
over gates and repairs.

He wants me to go fancy-farming!

But show me another landlord who's
as easy over rent arrears as I am.

I'm uncommonly easy. I'm well known
for going easy. Treasured for it.

I know it, but if the estate had
proper professional management...

Well...

THUNDER RUMBLES

Well...I want you...

..to stay here.

DOG BARKS

CHICKENS CLUCK

Ah, Dagley!
I'd like a word with you.

Mr Brooke, is it?

Yes... Well, Dagley...your lad,
Jacob, has been caught poaching.

All I have done

is have him shut in an empty stable,

just to frighten him.

You must reprimand him.

I won't!

Good day to you, Mrs Dagley.

I won't leather my boy
to please YOU.

Not if you were twenty landlords...
Now, I did not mean the stick, no.

Stick? You talk of stick
on these premises?! You won't
give a stick towards mendin'!

Worst landlord in the county.

He's been to market, sir,
and taken liquor.

< He don't mean any harm, sir.

Come the reform,
your likes'll be sent scuttling.

I've lived upon your ground,

my father and grandfather afore me.

We've dropped our money into it.

Me an' my children

might rot in the ground
that we can't buy...

You're drunk, you know.
We'll talk another time.
Good day to you, Mrs Dagley.

Aye, that's it, go on!

Make yourself scarce!

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This is not the way, you know!

DAGLEY CONTINUES TO YELL AFTER BROOKE

What's happened, Uncle?

We chose a bad time. The man is
the worse for drink, I'm afraid.

He was most uncouth.
He quite overstepped the mark.

But, you know, my dear, reflecting
on Chettam's notion that Garth
should take over the management,

you see...

..he has an eye for detail

while I...I take a broader view.

It would be an excellent idea,
Uncle.

Thank you.

< Thank you, Parsons.
Take these up to my bedroom, please.

PARSONS:

I unpacked the glasses, ma'am.

ROSAMOND: Oh, how lovely! Tertius?

Tertius!

Look! Don't you think this
the prettiest pattern?

Rosy... More dress material?!

You bought the dearest wine glasses
after all!

It wasn't expensive, Tertius.
And look...

It does suit me, doesn't it?

You will ruin me.

It's lovely.

It becomes you very well.

Tertius... Careful.

Careful... You will ruin me!

RUIN me!

Oh, ruin me.

Oh...

(Oh...)

Tertius...

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Mr Farebrother!

Mrs Garth. Caleb. Mary...

Alfred. Ben.

How's Letty? Very well, sir.

I come as an envoy, Mrs Garth...
from poor Fred Vincy.

CALEB: Haven't seen him for months.
He has been away on a visit,

because home was a little...
too hot for him.

Yesterday he came
and poured himself out to me.
He's going away again.

He's so miserable
about his debt to you

that he can't bear
to come and say goodbye.

I'm not surprised.

CALEB: Tell him it is of no matter,

for I'm to be as rich as Croesus.

No?! Oh, yes, indeed.

Well... >

..rich enough to educate Alfred.

And to keep Mary at home.

Good.

Thanks to Sir James Chettam,

I'm to be agent for Freshitt
and Tipton, AND a bit of Lowick.

I'm delighted for you, Caleb!

This is just the news
to tell Fred Vincy.

Mr Casaubon?

Dr Lydgate.

I am exceedingly obliged to you.

My life, Dr Lydgate,

derives a possible importance

through my work, A Key To All

Mythologies, at present uncompleted.

It is, I believe,
all that I will be remembered for.

And, were it necessary,

I would wish to leave it behind me

in such a state that it might be
committed to the press by others.

You have not implied to me that my
symptoms are those of a fatal disease

but...were it so, such knowledge
would be very useful to me.

Mr Casaubon, with diseases
of the heart, it is difficult
to predict with certainty.

You may live a comfortable life
for another 15 years...

..but it is my duty to tell you
that death is often sudden.

I see.

One more thing I have to ask you.

Did you communicate
any of this to Mrs Casaubon?
As to the possible issues, yes.

Thank you.

Such a rare and beautiful day.

Thank you, Dr Lydgate.

I thank you.

TAP-TAP OF WALKING-STICK

Dorothea!

Were you waiting for me? Yes.

I didn't like to disturb you.

(Come, my dear, come.)

You are young

and should not expend YOUR life...

..by watching.

Ma'am.

MUSIC DRIFTS OUT FROM HOUSE

A MAN AND A WOMAN SING:
"Alma Del Core" by Caldara

Dr Lydgate is not at home, ma'am.

But Mrs Lydgate would be happy
to receive you, Mrs Casaubon.

ROSAMOND LAUGHS

Mrs Casaubon, ma'am.

Mrs Casaubon!
You are VERY welcome.

I am sorry to interrupt you.
I am anxious to see Dr Lydgate.

Do you know where I might find him?

Or perhaps I might wait for him?

He is at the new hospital.
He may be some time.

Shall I send for him?

Let ME fetch him.

Mr Ladislaw!

I'm sorry...

I...I had not thought
of seeing you here.

May I go to the hospital
and fetch him?

No... Thank you, but I wish to lose
no time before getting back home.
I will drive to the hospital myself,

and see him there.

Please excuse me, Mrs Lydgate.
I'm obliged to you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I am very envious of
your acquaintance with Mrs Casaubon.

Is she very clever?

I've never thought about it.

I must go, too.
It's always fatal
to have music interrupted.

Oh...

Do come again, some evening.

Tertius would enjoy the music
and I find I cannot enjoy it
so well without him.

And you are certain...

..there is no further cause for
anxiety, no marked deterioration?

I thought he seemed...diminished,
somehow. In his mind,

rather than in his body.

Each of us knows that we must die.

But when we must grasp it
as a certainty,

even the most devout must feel
some terror. I'm sure you're right.

This is a fine place.

You must be very happy
to have charge of it.

Yes...

There's everything to be done here.

The other medical men
are against it.

But they'll come round.
Then, there's money.

Bulstrode can't be expected to foot
ALL the bills and...half the town
seems to delight in thwarting us.

Why is that? Bulstrode's unpopular.

People don't like

his religious tone.

And half of Middlemarch is in debt
to him. As to myself, well...

My colleagues resent Bulstrode
for having given me charge,

so they try
to blacken the whole affair

and hinder subscriptions.
How very petty of them.

The offence of being a newcomer who
knows more than the old inhabitants.

I should like to help you, if I can.

I could spare £200 a year
for a purpose like this -

a hospital where everyone can come
without fear of expense,

confident of the most modern care.

You are generous, ma'am.
It makes me happy.

How happy YOU must be
to awake each morning

knowing that you can do
so much good.

I wish I could awake
with that knowledge.

Yes...

I should remember that more often.

H'm.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking about a great fellow
who was about my age 300 years ago.

I can't guess. I'll tell you.
His name was Vesalius.

He was a great anatomist.

He taught us most of what we know.

The only way he could study was
to go at night and snatch bodies
from graveyards. Oh, how horrible.

I hope he is not one of your
GREAT heroes, else you'll be off
to St Peter's churchyard.

You know how angry people were
about Mrs Goby.

You have enemies enough already.
So had Vesalius.

No wonder the medical fogeys
in Middlemarch are jealous.

All the other doctors were against
Vesalius, but he was proved right.

For all they called him a liar and a
monster, for all his body-snatching.

What happened to him?

He had to fight throughout his life.

He got shipwrecked as he was coming
from Jerusalem to take a great chair
in Padua. He died rather miserably.

Tertius?

H'm?

Do you know...I often wish
that you hadn't been a medical man?

Don't say that. That's like saying
you wish you'd married another man.

Not at all.
You are clever enough for anything.

You could easily have been something
else. And all your cousins think...
May my cousins go to the devil!

Still...

I do not think
it is a nice profession.

It is the grandest profession
in the world!

To say you love me,
but not the medical man in me,
is the same as saying

you like eating a peach,
but not its flavour.

Don't say that again, dear.
It pains me.

Today I propose the first step
in a process of condensation
which I've long had in view,

and which will require much
intensive labour from you, my dear,

now...and in the future.

What am I to do?

Start here,

with the Egyptians... No.

Here, with the Greeks.

You will oblige me, my dear,

if you will read each passage aloud

and where I say, "Mark",

you will make a cross
with your pencil.

Very well.

Then, let us begin at once.

I have deferred it too long...

..and I would gladly see it
completed.

"The cultivation of monastic,
aesthetic and mystical traditions

"as noted by Iraneus." Mark!

"The theory of revelation,

"as practised
during the classical period."
Pass. "The critical approach...

"..to Greek religion as inaugurated
by Hakataios in the 6th century BC."

Mark.

Pass on the next heading. I omit the
second excursus on the solar cults.

You begin to perceive the principle
upon which the selection is made?

Yes, Edward.

Good.
Let us pass on to the Etruscans.

Are you ill, Edward?

I feel some discomfort.

Can I do anything for you?

My love...

I have a request to make.

What is it?
That you will tell me whether,

in the event of my death,

you will carry out my wishes.

Whether you will avoid doing...

..what I should deprecate,

and do what I should desire.

You refuse.

No...

I do not refuse,

but it is too solemn.

I think it is not right

to make a promise when I am ignorant
of what it would bind me to.

Will you not tell me
what you have in mind?

You would use your own judgement.
I ask you to obey mine, you refuse.

I desire with my whole soul
to do what will comfort you...

..but I cannot make a pledge
I do not understand.

Grant me...

..till tomorrow.

Please, Edward.

I beg you.

Till tomorrow, then.

Ma'am...

Is Mr Casaubon risen?
This half-hour, ma'am.

He awaits your answer in the garden,

in that place where he goes to write.

I must dress.

Edward, I am come.

I am ready.

Edward?

Edward?

Edward, wake, dear.

I am here now.

Subtitles by Sharman Watt - 1994