Joseph Andrews

To poverty and hardship,

this young man, he was born

His kind and loving parents

Could scarcely feed their young

The times were hard and bitter

There was no work to do

Until at length in service

This young child was forced

to go

He was such a gentle boy

Such a pure and gentle boy

That no one

could his company deny

He was such a gentle boy

Such a pure and gentle boy

That no one

could his company deny

All the wild beasts of the pack

would follow in his track

But he had no heart

to whip them

Or to drive

the poor hounds back

The savage was made gentle, the

cruel was turned kind

And all by the virtue

of his loving heart and hand

He was such a gentle boy

Such a pure and gentle boy

That no one

could his company deny

He was such a gentle boy

Such a pure and gentle boy

That no one

could his company deny

As a pageboy he was called

to serve at Booby Hall

In a suit of finest clothing,

he was set to beck and call

To carry trays and glasses

To serve the best of wine

And to wait upon this lady,

so elegant and so fine

With an angel's voice, indeed,

oh, he would the choir lead

And raise his sound

in melody on high

He was such a gentle boy

Such a pure and gentle boy

That no one could

his company deny

He was such a gentle boy

Such a pure and gentle boy

That no one could

his company deny.

When are we going to visit

the city again, Thomas?

La grande ville.

I declare, these country

pleasures are

as coarse as a fart

at a first communion.

Oh, rise up, Miss Fanny,

all in your cloak of silk

For summer is a'coming today

And all your body underneath as

white as any milk

In the merry morning of May

Where are the young men

who now should advance?

For summer is a'coming today

Oh, some, they are in England,

and some, they are in France

In the merry morning of May

Oh, rise up, Miss Fanny

All in your cloak of silk

For summer is a'coming today

And all your body underneath

as white as any milk

In the merry morning of May.

Whoa!

Whoo!

Just an excuse for debauchery.

Sans doute, Madame.

And probably some naughty

goings-on, as well.

Tell George

to take us home, Slipslop.

Dgoutant.

Convey us

chez nous, George.

Go to work, you two.

There's supper to be served.

Get that rubbish.

She's just a little

kitchen creature,

you know, Joey.

She don't know nothing about

etiquette.

You help me, Joey.

Forks on the left.

Oh.

What's he practicing for now?

You,

go and tell him to stop at once.

Yes, Sir Thomas.

When are

we leaving here?

Those bells will drive me mad

if it's not soon.

We leave at dawn tomorrow.

Music hath charms

to soothe the savage breast.

Sir Thomas has asked me

to tell you that you must...

Sir Thomas and Lady Booby,

I hear, are bound for Bath

and are intending

to take you with them.

Yes, but, you must

stop because...

Sir Thomas is

getting very upset,

because you're...

you're spoiling his dinner.

Spoil...

Your Latin will suffer

if you go to Bath.

Yes.

But it will be

a great opportunity,

Lady Booby says,

to see the world.

Joseph,

if a man were

to sail the world

and anchor in every harbor

of it,

he would return home

as ignorant as he departed...

without learning.

Unless, of course,

his interest lay in harbors.

That would add to his knowledge.

But I would like to see

the... riches of the world, sir.

Just once.

I'd hoped that your reading

had profited you more.

You disappoint me.

Joseph? Joseph?

Psst!

The mistress is taking you

to Bath tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

But how...?

I'm afraid of what might happen

to you in the city.

Fanny, I...

I'll surely die if you leave me.

Don't worry, my love.

I'll talk to Parson Adams.

He'll arrange something.

My lady...

My lady, I...

I have a request to make of you.

On the cadge again, no doubt.

No more bell practice, j'espre.

Practice makes perfect,

my lady.

Practice makes

a bloody awful din.

Oh, I...

I had no intention,

Sir Thomas, of, uh...

Oh, my pudding!

Oh, my foot!

Get him out of here!

Oh!

Oh, get him out of here...

before I murder you!

Get out!

Ah! Mrs. Slipslop.

Mrs. Slipslop, may I have

a moment with you?

Please proceed.

I always enjoy loquation

with a man of learning.

Mrs. Slipslop, I seek

your intercession.

My intercession, Parson, I...?

But I, I know I had it...

I just can't remember

where I put it.

On behalf

of our Joseph.

He could be much more than

a mere footman, you know.

I'm quite in record.

But he must work at his studies.

I want you to ask her ladyship

to leave him here

in the country.

His Latin will suffer

if he goes to town.

Latin? His Latin? Huh?

Latin is as much good

to a footman

as a kerchief is to a pig.

Oh, I know you must learn it

because you cannot preach

without it.

But I've heard tell

it's fit for no one else.

No, Mr. Adams,

you take care of his soul,

and Lady Booby and me

will take care of his...

we'll take care of his...

his... whereabouts.

I have to go, my love.

Her ladyship will brook

no argument.

You'll forget me.

Never.

You'll be in my every

waking thought...

and dream.

You'll never come back.

My heart will surely break.

I will come back.

I love you forever.

My own true love.

Hey, what's up?!

The only thing that moves

in this street

are the horses bowels!

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

Joseph!

My lady?

Ask how we can get out of here.

Yes, my lady.

Got any money?

Who's coming with me?

Get off with you!

Excuse me, miss.

Do you know

St. George's Way?

No, my buck.

But for half a sixpence,

you can do it any way you like.

Go tell my lady I'm waiting.

Yes, my lord.

And about time, too.

Gad, now there's one

who takes me.

Beautiful.

Magnificent.

What a figure.

Finest pair of eyes in Bath,

I do declare.

Neck like a swan.

Mouth like a-

like a rosebud.

What a creature.

Any chance of...

sport, do you think?

None, dear.

He's kept on a leash

like a dog.

But he is quite lovely.

Isn't that Lady Booby?

It may be so.

She's not an intimate of mine.

She seems to prefer the

company of her footman.

They are rather close.

Not close enough for

her, by all accounts.

If he were her page,

I daresay

she would turn him every day.

Notabilia, my dear.

Our poor Sir Thomas

has to dance alone.

Lady Booby's interest

certainly seems

to have strayed.

Yes.

She is becoming

very absentminded.

I have it

on the highest authority

she often has difficulty

in locating her own bedroom.

But what a handsome woman.

She does bare herself

magnificently.

Yes.

And frequently.

Poor Sir Thomas.

That's what comes

of marrying beneath one.

When one comes

from the gutter,

one always has a taste for it.

- Poor Sir Thomas.

- Poor Sir Thomas.

To think, Joseph,

the Romans bathed here. Mmm.

I'm not neglecting your Latin,

you see.

Of course, when they bathed,

they...

My lady.

Nothing?

Orgies, madam?

La.

Such things as no

Christian could think on.

Why, often poor, unfortunate

esquires would be made to...

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