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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...

↑ 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