A Tale of Two Cities Page #9

I wish I were rich enough

to stink like this one.

That must be our Mr Carton.

All right. Put him in this coach.

He can sober up on the journey.

Do you have your papers, and Jerry's?

Don't bother about us. We

can look after ourselves.

You and Jerry will follow in the

second coach. Send Miss Lucie out.

The time. It's so near.

You must go quickly.

Has Mr Carton returned?

Come. This minute.

Wait!

Mercy! Mercy!

- Stand aside!

- Never.

You can't get the better of me.

I'm a Briton.

I tell you, there's a terrible

woman in there with Prossie.

We can't leave her alone.

All right. Jerry will look after her.

Drive on!

Marchand.

Duvernois.

Garnot.

Gabelle.

Evremonde.

Four travellers to England.

Jarvis Lorry, banker, English.

That's me.

Alexander Manette.

Alexander Manette.

Alexander Manette.

Can it be the same?

Lucie Darnay. Of course, his daughter.

- The wife of Evremonde.

- That is so.

Evremonde has an assignation elsewhere.

Sydney Carton, advocate, English.

Ha, ha, ha. It's proving

difficult to waken our friend.

I recall this Englishman.

The one that even a revolution

couldn't keep from our wines

Let him dream on.

Ah, that's it. Ah!

Twenty, Marchand.

Twenty-one, Gabelle.

Twenty-two, Duvernois.

Twenty-three, Evremonde.

Twenty-four, Garnot.

Twenty-five Garnevech.

Monsieur Charles.

Monsieur Charles.

I thought you were Citizen Evremonde.

And who shall say I am not?

You?

Are you dying for him?

And another.

May I hold your hand, stranger?

Down with Evremonde!

Down with.

- Evremonde!

- Hush!

- What?

- He's going to pay the forfeit.

Keep your eyes on me

and mind nothing else.

I mind nothing while I'm with you.

I shall mind nothing when I go,

if they are quick.

They will be quick.

Thrse! Thrse Defarge!

Who has seen her? Thrse!

- She's never missed before.

- No. She won't miss this time.

Is the moment come?

It's come.

Suddenly I want to weep.

But I must hold my tears in check,

lest they think it is myself I weep for.

And who would weep for Sydney Carton?

A little time ago,

none in all the world.

But somebody will weep for me now.

And that knowledge

redeems a worthless life.

Worthless, but for this final moment

which makes it all worthwhile.

It is a far far better thing I do

than I have ever done.

It is a far far better rest I go to

than I have ever known.

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