Joseph Andrews Page #4

And the green woods rang

with our merry, merry sound

And I blessed the day

that I had my way

When I met with

my raggle-taggle gypsy girl

All together we did go

with no cares or woe

I lived each day

for her laughing smile

And upon the high road

without burden or load

I traveled with

my raggle-taggle gypsy girl

But alas, for time

that flew so fast

Our joys and pleasures

soon were past

And the parting day

grew near at last

For me and my raggle-taggle

gypsy girl

For a love like ours

had a price to pay

And the devil

laughed upon one day

Then he stole

her gentle smile away

And I lost

my raggle-taggle gypsy girl

And none were aware

of the secret we shared

Only me and my raggle-taggle

gypsy girl.

Will you not tell us

the secret?

She told me

on her deathbed

that she had once

kidnapped a baby girl.

God forgive her.

What happened to the girl?

She was sold to a big

house as a servant.

My gypsy woman

never forgave herself,

and she died grieving

for her sins.

All do the same.

Ah, here.

I believe our ways part here,

sir.

Indeed.

We shall never forget

your kindness, sir.

We shall meet again.

I hope so.

Fortune preserve you.

And you, sir.

Good-bye.

Get on! Get on!

Good-bye!

I was transfixiated

to the spot, my lady.

I had just rescued young

Joseph from the bore.

Such ingratuity.

I have a duty to rescue

such a man myself.

Who are they, sir?

I do not know.

Do you believe in ghosts,

Mr. Adams?

I do not... absolutely

disbelieve in them.

Resurrectionists!

Body snatchers!

After them!

Ah...

caught in the act.

Hold, sir! Hold!

Ah!

Now we have you.

Sir, we are but travelers,

chanced upon these villains.

I beg your pardon, Reverend.

We've been after those rogues

for many a night.

I am amazed, sir, to...

find body snatchers

so far from a city.

Indeed.

Where do you lodge this night?

We do not know, sir.

You shall be my guest.

Ah...

Mmm.

'Tis the partnership of God

and man...

working side by side.

Nay, sir, I'm afraid God is

rather negligent of his share.

Oh...

Not to be entrusted

when I'm away.

Indeed, you live as

they lived in the golden age.

I am indeed blessed, sir.

Ah...

But my life was not always that.

Ah?

My father died,

leaving me a fortune.

So I went to London.

I was ambitious to

become a gentleman.

Oh.

It was easy.

Especially if one meets

an actress like Bell.

So, 'twas the eldest

of these dear girls

who suffered with you.

Alas, no, sir.

My husband's first

child was a little boy.

Oh?

I loved him as dearly as he did,

sickly and sad though he was.

But soon after we arrived here,

he was stolen away.

Stolen?!

Yes, by gypsies.

I was out here in the garden,

and he was in his cradle.

I went back into the house

for a moment.

Strange.

'Tis the second tale

of an infant stolen

we have heard this week.

But our daughters have been

our support and joy ever since.

And aren't these Wilson's brats?

I'll pay him for his

interference last night.

Ah!

Oh!

I'll go and drub that rascal!

He deserves to be strung up

more than any highwayman.

I beg you, sir.

He is the law in these parts.

Hmm!

But one day, he'll

go to his own grave...

rather than to the graves

of others.

But Joseph, please.

Not here.

Mr. Adams.

Hey, Joseph, look!

A little hare!

How dare you attack my hounds!

I'll not stand by and see this

gentleman abased by your hounds.

Joseph...

Sir?

Please forgive us, I...

I did not realize that

you were a man of the cloth.

Ah...

Therefore, a gentleman.

And to make amends,

all of you must dine

with us tonight.

Now...

Uh...

I insist, please.

Forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

I trust the young lady

will be gracious enough

to join you at table, sir?

Your servant can eat with...

He is not my servant, sir.

I'm a servant, too, sir.

The kitchen is my place.

You're far too charming

for that.

I won't leave Joseph, sir.

I cannot have them parted, sir.

As you wish, fair creature.

Get them well liquored.

I have plans

for the wench later.

I admit to being something

of an antiquity.

The gothic interests me greatly.

Its preoccupation with death

I find absorbing.

It is the duty of every

Christian to prepare...

for it.

Quite.

No drink for me, sir.

Oh, 'tis but juniper essence.

Very good for the... passages.

Perhaps a little cordial

from Jamaica...

Ah, dinner!

Nothing like the chase

to promote the appetite.

Gentlemen!

For what we are about

to receive...

may the Lord make

us truly thankful.

Amen to that, sir.

A health.

A health to you, sir.

And to your squire.

Joseph...

And to his good liquor.

Joseph, don't you think

you've drunk enough?

My cheeks are

both burning.

No, no, no.

Fanny, fill up.

But though we

remind ourselves

of our mortality...

we enjoy the pleasures

of the flesh, too.

You will see later.

Dismiss the servants.

Let the nuns

prepare.

Nuns, sir?!

I trust there is no popery here.

Not these nuns, sir.

Prepare her.

Come on, darling.

You're a handsome lad,

and no mistake.

What use is the prayer

Without a reward?

What use is the thirst

but for slaking?

What use is the pitcher

that cannot be poured?

Our bodies are here

for the taking

What use is the scabbard

without any sword?

What hellish blasphemy

is this?!

What use is the lady

without her fair lord?

Our bodies are here

for the taking

What use is the brothel

if there's no whore?

Sit, sir!

Good I...!

What are you perpetrating?

If you insist on the very art...

You are the devil incarnate,

sir.

I fear for your soul.

...the Medieval one

has accused of...

If you are not already

beyond the mercy of my Lord.

And he'll give you

this sweet undertaking

In bed or in hayloft

or under bridge board

Our bodies are here

for the taking

You will see now, sir,

how we respect the innocent.

What use is a prayer

without a reward?

What use is a thirst

but for slaking?

What use is a pitcher

that cannot be poured?

Our bodies are here

for the taking

What use is the scabbard

without any sword?

Fanny, my Fanny...

You're not Fanny.

Where is she?

Don't worry your head

about her, love.

They're taking care

of her upstairs.

I've got to find her!

What use is the prayer...?

After the blood, the body.

You'll see, sir.

What use is a thirst

but for slaking?

What use is the pitcher

that cannot be poured?

Our bodies are here

for the taking

Fanny!

You bastard!

Ya! Ya!

Run, Fanny!

Hurry!

Ya!

Quick, this way!

Take her.

Joseph!

Ooh!

Here you go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

My dear, dear Fanny.

Shall I never see thee more?

I think I shall go mad.

Remember, Joseph,

you are a Christian.

Yes, that's very true.

And very fine.

What help is it now?

Be comforted, my child.

Be comforted that all

is as the will of God.

It is true that you have

lost the prettiest,

kindest, loveliest and

sweetest young woman.

One with whom you might

have expected to live

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