Jane Eyre Page #7

Answer me, Jane, quickly.

Say, ''Edward, I'll marry you.''

Say it, Jane. Say it.

I want to read your face.

Read quickly.

Say ''Edward, I'll marry you.''

Edward, I'll marry you.

God, pardon me.

All my doubts,

and all the grim shadows

that hung over Thornfield

seemed to vanish...

Shatterd like the riven chestnut tree.

I loved, and I was loved.

Every sunlit hour, I looked forward

to love's fulfillment.

Jane, what do you think you're doing?

Teaching Adele as usual.

As usual as new heaven and a new earth,

you go on teaching Adele as usual.

What is wrong with thaat?

Because I'm going to marry mademoiselle

and take mademoiselle to the moon

and find a cave in one of

the white valleys,

and mademoiselle will live with

us there forever.

Do you approve?

Monsieur, there's no one I'd rather

you marry, not even Mrs. Fairfax.

And some of that and a length of

the scarlet...

I tell you...

And a length of the scarlet and some

of the gold silk...

here you are, milady.

I'll give you 20 more.

There's 55 and 10 extra.

Go away, mother!

I'll read the pretty lady's future.

the pretty lady's going to marry me.

We shall make our future ourselves.

(Mrs. Edward Rochester,

Buy steam Packet Binder to Genoa)

I require and charge ye both

as ye will naswer at the dreadful day

of judgment.

when the secrets of all hearts

shall be disclosed,

that if either of you know

any impediment

why you may not lawfully be joined

in matrimony,

ye do now confess it.

For be well assured that if any persons

are joined together otherwise

than as the word of God doth allow,

they are nay not joined by God,

nor is their matrimony lawful.

Edward Rochester,

will you have this woman to

be thy wedded wife?

One monent, please.

I declare the existence of

an impediment.

Proceed with the ceremony.

You cannot proceed.

Mr. Rochester had a wife now living.

Who are you?

My name is Briggs. I'm an attorney.

Mr. Mason.

On the 20th of October, 1824,

Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall

was married to Bertha Mason

at St. Mary's church, Spanish town,

Jamaica.

The record of the marriage will be

found in the register of that church.

It's true. It's true. I swear it.

She's now living at Thornfield.

I've seen her there myself.

I'm her brother.

Parson, close your book.

There'll be no wedding today.

Instead, I invite you all to my house

to meet Grace Poole's patient.

My wife.

To the right about, every one of you!

Away with you congratulations.

They're 15 years too late.

Aah!

That, gentlemen, is my wife...

mad and the offspring of a mad family.

with whom the church would law-bing me

forever without hope of divorce.

This is what I wish to have...

this young girl who stands so grave

and quiet at the mouth of hell.

Look at the difference,

and then judge me.

Jane.

Jane, I do not even know her.

I was married at 19 in Spanish town to

a bride already courted for me.

But I married her, gross, groveling,

mole-eyed blockhead that I was.

Jane, here me.

I suffered all the agonies of

a man bound to a wife

that was intemperate and unchaste

I watched her excesses drive her

at last into madness.

And I brought her back to Edgland,

to Thornfield.

Jane, I did everything that God

and humanity demanded.

When I fled from this place,

my fixed desire was to find a woman

I could love,

a contrast to the fury I'd left here.

What did I find?

A French dancing girl,

a Viennese milliner,

a Neapolitan contessa with

a taste for jewelry.

Back to England. I rode again

Inside of Thornfield.

Someone was walking there

in the ommnlight...

a strange little elfinlike creature.

It frightened my horse,

and then came up

and gravely offered me help.

I was to be aided by that hand,

and aided I was.

And then later that evening...

Do you remember, Jane?

Say you remember.

I remember.

You came into that room.

How shy you were.

And yet how readily and roundly

you answered my questions.

And then you smiled at me.

That moment, I knew I'd found you.

Jane, can younot forgive me?

I do forgive you.

Do you still love me?

I do love you with all my heart.

I can say it now, since it's for

the last time.

You mean to go one way in the world,

let me go another?

Stay with me, Jane.

We would be burting nobody.

We should be hurting ourselves.

Would it be so wicked to love me?

Would it?

I could crush you between my hands,

but your spirt would still be free.

Jane, you are going?

I am going, sir.

You will not be my comforter,

my rescuer, my deep love?

My frantic prayer mean nothing to you?

God bless you, my dear master.

God keep you from harm and wrong.

Jane! Jane! Jane!

Going nowhere, I had nowhere to go.

Without references,

I could not find employment.

I knew hunger and unsheltered nights.

At last old memories,

rather than my will,

drew me back to Gateshead hall...

to Bessie who had once been kind to me.

Bessie.

Yes, I'm Bessie.

If you're looking for work,

we haven't got no work for

no one nowadays.

You look poorly, lass.

If you're cold, you're welcome

to sit by the fire.

Sit down, lass.

Uh, where'd you get that brooch?

You gave it to me, Bessie.

Jane!

Jane Eyre!

A grown young lady,

and you were such a tingy thing,

no higher than a broomstick.

Oh, Miss Jane.

That's your poor aunt.

Don't tell Aunt Reed I'm here

or Cousin John or anyone.

Master John isn't here anymore.

As soon as he was of age, he was off

to London.

Gambling, that's what it was.

Thousands and thousands of punds

the missis paid for him.

She had to shut off most of the house

and turn off the other servants.

But still be kept plaguing her

for money.

Then, last summer,

he killed himslef, Miss Jane.

They found him hanging in his room,

and the cards still on the table where

they'd played the night before.

When they told the missis,

she had a kind of storke.

Wandering-like in her mind.

Is that you, Bessie?

Yes, ma'am.

Who are you? Go away.

I'm Jane, Aunt Reed.

Jane Eyre.

Jane Ey...Eyre.

Nobody could know the trouble

I've had with that child.

The little pauper brat...

Should've been in workhouse.

Jane.

Jane Eyre.

Ohh.

Oh, don't leave me, Jane.

Please don't leave me.

I won't leave you.

Oh...

Oh, no, sir.

Missis can't see nobody.

She's been ill for months.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I wanted to make some inquiries about

a niece of hers, Miss Eyre.

Would you wait inside a moment, sir?

Thank you. Thank you.

A gentleman to see you, Miss Jane.

Oh, I don't want to see him.

I don't want to see anyone.

You don't be foolish. You can't live

all alone like the man in the moon.

I'll sit with the missis.

Run along now. He's waiting.

Jane.

How did you know I was here?

I didn't. I was trying to find you.

I received an inquiry

about you the other day.

You didn't stay in that place you went

to very long, did you?

Didn't you like it? What happened?

I had to leave.

Forgive me. It's no business of mine.

All the same, I do feel obliged to

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