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"or flee.

"Leave no shape or form behind."

Leave no shape or form behind.

That is quite powerful.

It's taken lots of lonely

night to put it down on paper.

Now I know why Ted Hughes

ran off to the pub so much.

To get away from his own

thoughts, I would imagine,

rather than Sylvia.

I know it's not my place to say,

but are you happy going back to London?

I'd be going back there anyway.

I only came here to get married.

I'm only here because I

have nowhere else to go.

Come on.

Perhaps Caldwell's back.

He'll cheer us up with his nonsense.

Do you think I'm breaking

my neck for a rich man?

I'd swim to Scarborough

for a hundred pounds.

Grimsby for 500.

And Geoffrey?

He'd swim to Scarborough for 50 pounds.

I thought you were all

perfectly happy without money?

You could trade up.

Lady Bubwith could sell Duffield.

Geoffrey, Caldwell.

Money isn't everything.

The villagers could

certainly do with more.

I was thinking.

You could create a small,

boutique, upscale hotel and spa

right here on a section of the grounds.

Away from the big house.

A tired businessman

would pay a small fortune

to have a few days of rest and relaxation

in this green paradise.

Good morning, Shelley.

Is the lady of the house in?

Nobody's at home today, Caldwell.

It's Sunday.

Yes, I know it's Sunday,

I'm talking about Ms. Bennett.

No, she's gone to Briley's and all.

Stanley called to say

they'd gone for a walk.

Would you like to come in and call?

Oh, that silly curse.

Would you like to leave a message?

It's nothing that won't keep.

She's catching the 2:20 back to London.

It's 10:
45.

I'm going to be late for church.

Me too, I have to give a sermon.

"And finally, whatsoever things are true,

"whatsoever things are honest,

"whatsoever things are just,

"whatsoever things are lovely,

"whatsoever things are of good report.

"If you have any virtue,

"and if you have any praise,

"think on these things.

"These things that ye

have learned and received

"and heard and seen in me, do.

"And the God of peace shall be with you."

Amen.

Well done, Geoffrey.

Beautifully read, you

have the voice of a poet.

You should convince

Briley to read one Sunday.

As you know, Briley Howden

has always been a freethinker.

She's a challenge to you, Peter.

Keep up God's work.

And you Geoffrey, may God be with you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

So, is he the man for you, Shelley?

Oh yes, Caldwell.

And is she the girl for you, Newell?

Oh aye, Caldwell.

If she'll have me all right.

You know summat sweetheart

I'd give all trout in river

if I could see Caldwell home for good.

You've missed her.

She's gone back to the big

house to leave for the station.

What do I care?

There's nothing stranger

than watching two lovers do their dance.

Are you a complete fool, Geoffrey?

Do you not see what's going on?

She's not going to

London to marry Sir Alan.

She's running away from you.

What did you say?

Sorry, Stanley.

Oh...

I'll take that, my lady.

[June Voiceover] "Caldwell

may enter at his peril.

"And fall at every step.

"At every fall a broken bone.

"The broken bone his neck.

"But if he enters with a girl.

"Every step will set him..."

I thought I might be too late.

Not too late.

To say goodbye.

I want you to do something for me.

Play Scarborough Fair

at your London wedding.

Will you do something for me?

Kiss me?

"Caldwell may enter at his peril.

"And fall at every step.

"At every fall a broken bone.

"The broken bone his neck.

"But if he enters with a girl.

"Every step will set him free.

"If she forever holds to him.

"This curse will cease to be."

("Scarborough Fair")

Are you going to Scarborough fair

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

I'd rather catch my

own trout in the river.

I'd rather swim in the

sea than a swimming pool.

I'm not afraid of this place.

With you.

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Without any seam or needlework

She shall be a true lover of mine

Tell her to wash it in yonder well

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Where never spring

water or rain ever fell

She shall be a true lover of mine

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Which never bore blossom

since Adam was born

She shall be a true lover of mine

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