Far from the Madding Crowd Page #6

I can lay my hands on.

We'll find you some proper lodgings.

Eleven o'clock...

...at the Corn Exchange.

I'll meet you there.

Could you let me have 20 pounds?

- What for?

- There's another fight tomorrow...

...and if I could raise some cash,

I can win back what I lost.

- It's not the money I care

about, it's just... - Good.

I don't want you to go.

Oh, Frank, please?

Don't.

It's only a few weeks ago

you said I was sweeter to you...

...than all your other pleasures

put together.

I am your wife.

Frank, what's the money really for?

All this grumbling over a little money.

I think I have the right to grumble

a little if I'm the one who pays.

Well, you've had your little grumble,

so now suppose you pay.

Bathsheba, give me the money...

...or you'll be sorry.

I'm sorry already.

Sorry about what?

My romance has come to an end.

All romances end at marriage.

I wish you wouldn't talk like that.

You grieve me to the soul

by being smart at my expense.

Well, you're dull enough at mine.

When I married you,

your life was dearer to me than my own.

Frank, I would've died for you.

Well, if you repent of marrying...

...so do I.

I only repent if you don't love me...

...more than any other woman

in the world.

Not otherwise, Frank.

Don't be so desperate.

Don't be so desperate.

Frank?

That girl you were with, who was she?

No one.

No one.

Go. Get on. Get out.

Whoa, boy.

Come on in, Joseph. What's the hurry?

The poor woman's dead.

Nothing will bring her back to life again.

Come on, Joseph.

All right, Matthew.

Get his mug out there.

I can only stay a minute.

I got to be in before...

Have a beer.

You'll be out walking the road...

Come on.

Don't you come home with no weans.

I knew you wouldn't pass by

without calling.

Yeah. Reckon that. Reckon that.

Joseph? Joseph?

- What time is it?

It's past 5.

The parson's gone home.

- We shall have to bury her in the morning.

- Parson?

Well, I got a slight attack

of the multiplying eye.

I got a bit held up.

Mistress says to take her up

to the house.

She can lie there till morning.

After all...

...that's where she came from.

Move over, Joseph.

Come on, now. Up.

I'll sit up for master if you like, miss.

I'm not at all afraid of Fanny

if I may sit in me own room.

It's all right, Liddy.

I'm all right, you go to bed.

Very well, miss.

Liddy?

- Miss?

Fanny passed through Weatherbury

yesterday, didn't she?

I believe she did, miss, yes.

What did she die of?

What I heard, miss, was a...

A wicked story, l...

I can't believe it, so I wouldn't repeat it.

Her sweetheart was a soldier,

wasn't he?

That's right, miss. In Mr. Troy's regiment.

Go to bed now.

- No, I'll stay with you.

Go to bed, please.

Please.

Miss.

It was someone in his regiment.

That's what I always said.

I always said that.

More women than he knew

what to do with.

Fanny Robin.

Leaving her in that condition.

Leaving her in that condition.

Oh, it's not true.

True, right enough.

At the Casterbridge Union.

Oh, God help me. Oh.

Who is it?

I must go. I must go.

I must go.

- I must go, I must...

- I want you to stay.

Oh, don't, don't, don't.

Don't.

Don't, don't.

I love you better than she did.

Kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me.

You will kiss me.

I'm your wife.

In the sight of heaven...

...you are my very wife...

...my darling Fan.

I'm your wife.

I'm not morally yours.

This woman is more to me,

dead as she is...

...than you ever were.

Or are.

Or could be.

Almighty God that give us grace...

Almighty God

that give us grace, that...

Almighty God that give us grace,

that we may cast away the works...

Almighty God that give us grace...

...that we may cast away the works

of darkness.

Almighty God that give us grace

that we may...

Almighty God that give us grace...

...that we may cast away the works

of darkness...

...and put on us the armor of the light.

Almighty God that give us grace...

...that we may cast away

the works of darkness...

...and on us put the armor of light.

Almighty God that give us grace...

...that we may cast away the works of...

Miss!

Liddy.

- Oh, miss, come in, do.

Oh, miss.

You must come in. Look at you. Look.

Oh, Liddy.

- You'll catch your death.

No, no, I can't.

He's gone.

He has?

Come on, come on.

Oh, no, no, I can't go home yet.

I must think.

This ain't never worth 3 shillings,

you know very well it ain't.

- Got a nose to it.

- Nose, don't be damn good...

Been in the rick for two years.

- You know as well as I do. - Two years?

That's a bit of this year's corn.

That's a fair price.

Not bad at all.

- I'll give you 50.

- How many sacks do you want?

- How many you got there?

- I've got 56 left.

A hundred pound?

Forty-four for the quart.

- Forty-three.

- I be looking for Mrs. Troy. Is that she?

Yes, that's Mrs. Troy over there. Yes.

Forty-three for the hundred?

Mrs. Troy?

- Yes.

I have some pretty bad news for you.

I'm afraid your husband's been drowned.

He washed out to sea.

What's happened?

- Her husband's been drowned.

Coast Guard found his clothes

and brought them into Budmouth.

Must've been washed out to sea.

Don't know. Chap just come

and said her husband has been drowned.

Must be washed out to sea.

Poor girl.

Get some water.

I want to go.

I want to go home.

Morning, Mrs. Troy.

- Morning.

Morning, Mr. Oak.

Gabriel.

Jan?

- How are you?

Oh, pretty tidy, sir. Thank you.

- Good morning.

- Ten and six.

Good morning, Mrs. Troy.

Henery?

- Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Oak.

Thank you.

- Cainy.

Sir.

In six years, you'll be free to remarry.

Even if nothing more is heard of him.

I'm willing to wait that long.

More than willing.

If you are willing...

...to promise that in six years,

if you are still alone...

We may all be dead.

- Six years.

- But if we are not.

Mr. Boldwood, I will say this.

I will never marry another man whilst

you wish me to be your wife.

I cannot say more.

Promise me, that in six years,

you'll be my wife.

If I can give you happiness

by a mere promise...

...not to get married before six years,

should my husband not return...

Promise.

- It is a great honor to me and I cannot...

- Promise.

...consider...

- Promise.

I cannot yet promise.

If not yet...

...then when?

Soon.

Christmas.

Christmas.

Christmas.

Come for Captain Fortesque's

famous circus and menagerie.

This way, ladies and gentlemen.

One penny admission or 2 pennies

for a cushion filled with straw.

Come on up. Come on up.

Come one, come all.

For 1 penny, ladies and gentlemen...

...you can see Captain Fortesque...

...representing the infamous Dick Turpin.

The finest menagerie in the world.

Animals imported from the Far East

for your special entertainment.

Come and see Captain Fortesque...

...as the infamous Dick Turpin,

on his famous pony, Black Bess.

For the price of 1 penny admission...

...or 2 pennies for a cushion

filled with straw.

Draw up, ladies and gentlemen,

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