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for many years

in happiness,

virtue and innocence, and...

by home, you might have promised

yourself

many little darlings.

Would have been the

delight of your youth

and the comfort of your age.

Not only have you lost her,

but you have reason to

fear the utmost violence,

power and lust

inflict upon her.

Parson, I think I shall go mad!

Once more, sir,

we are deeply in your debt.

- Farewell.

- Farewell.

And young Joseph Andrews here

will never forget your kindness

in restoring his Fanny to him.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- God be with you.

Good-bye.

Andrews?

Andrews?

There he is.

The rogue who attacked

our master.

Arrest him!

...Joseph.

Wither away, my lady?

I'm going home, sir.

Then, madam, you'll have

an escort to the city limits.

For whatsoever a man reape--

soweth...

that will he also reap.

I publish the banns of marriage

between Fanny Goodwill

and Joseph Andrews.

Both of this parish.

Sir, you are doing

a monstrous thing,

marrying these two.

Madam, I am not marrying them.

They are marrying each other.

I am merely God's witness

to their union.

Don't quibble with me, sir.

But, madam,

her goodness, her beauty...

Beauty?!

Might he be coming in

a clergyman

to trouble about beauty?

A country wench a beauty?

Fit for nothing but to stock

your parish with beauties.

But, sir, I will have no more

paupers on my land.

Madam, poverty is no reason

for their not being married.

If you defy me, sir,

I will recommend the bishop,

your master,

to discard you from his service.

Madam, I serve one greater

than you or the bishop.

If you see fit to discard me,

I know the Lord will provide.

Get out, sir!

Out!

Out!

Lawyer Scout, my lady.

Mm.

Dear Mr. Scout.

I am in need of your aid

and assistance.

You see that, Trotter?

I see that, sir.

We all seed that.

That's theft, Trotter.

Violation of

property rights.

Take her to the justice.

She ain't done nothing yet.

She's an accomplice.

Oh, Joseph!

My lady! Lawyer Scout has

carried both Fanny and Joseph

before the justice!

They'll certainly be hanged.

Joseph as well?

Yes, my lady.

In any case, they'll

both go to Bragwell

to be stripped and whipped!

Get out!

No, don't touch her!

Don't touch her!

You bastards!

Fanny!

You bastard!

Stop!

Stop there!

I have a signed order

for the immediate release

of Joseph Andrews.

Have you got a release for me,

too?

And Miss Fanny Goodwill

of the parish of Booby.

Release Joseph Andrews

and Fanny Goodwill.

Fanny?

Fanny Goodwill?

My dear Joseph Andrews,

I'm here

on the instigation of your

sister Pamela, my wife.

No, it cannot be.

I'm so sorry that we have

to meet

- in such a disagreeable place.

- Sir, I must speak with them!

I must speak...

Pamela!

Brother!

Dear, dear sister.

All these years.

Whew!

This is Fanny.

And don't darken

this parish again.

Mm, Perhaps we could buy Joseph

a commission in the army.

A du cour regiment.

Trs beau.

Of course, he must

forget the kitchen girl.

Oh, certainly, Aunt.

Then he could rise,

peut-tre,

beyond his wildest dreams.

Aunt, I will go

and talk to him at once.

Go to Mr. Didapper.

Tell him to come visit.

We'll set the wench in his way.

Oh, oh, put me down.

Down, down, down, immediately!

Oh, oh, a charming creature.

I shall accost her.

Oh, oh... oh, you are an angel.

A country blossom.

Let me salute you with a kiss.

Ow! Ow!

I'll have you yet, my charmer.

Don't take your

eyes off her beauty

and bring her to my

chamber this evening.

And then, my sweetest,

you will be mine...

forever.

And ever.

And ever.

Shall we walk together, hmm?

Never, never, never.

Not if you bought me a

colonelcy in the guards.

Forget my Fanny?

I could as easily

forget my name.

Oh, really,

the fellow is impossible!

Joseph...

my dear, good husband

is offering you advantage

and opportunity.

His very kindness

deserves your gratitude.

No!

She's all I care about

in the world.

No!

No!

Come on!

No, no!

You think we ought to tell

Parson Adams to forget the bans?

...and mowmps and

meymos and mateys...

And mant.

Mr. Adams.

What's this?

We must speak to you.

Children,

run outside and play.

It is as well

you have made confession.

It is, nonetheless,

a sin of the flesh.

Fornication!

All the more reason why we

should be married at once.

I wish temptation

put away from us.

It could happen again

at any time.

Joseph!

I will not have you speak so

in this house.

The Scripture

According to St. Matthew,

Chapter five,

part of verse twenty-eight:

"Whosoever looketh on a woman

so as to lust after her..."

Hmm... I will omit the rest.

Joseph, until you are married,

you will put away

carnal desires.

Well, surely you had

such passions for Mrs. Adams.

Joseph...

Moderation, sir,

in all things.

He was about as moderate

as a buck rabbit!

The excess of passion--

in any sort--

disposes man

to ignore the Almighty.

Abraham loved his son, Isaac.

The Lord commanded...

Oh, Parson!

Your little boy.

I do fear he's drowned!

God! My Jackie!

Hey! H-e-y!

Jackie!

Oh, Jackie!

Oh, my darling!

Oh, my darling, darling boy.

Oh... ho ho ho ho!

I thought that you had been

wrenched from life.

All those before you

abandoned me.

Oh, the sweetest and the

kindest-hearted of my children!

Oh, my little prattler.

Oh, my scholar.

My joy!

Sir, try to remember

what you said.

Moderation in

all things.

Ill becomes green hens

to advise gray he...

Until you become a father,

you cannot know

what a father feels like.

Where is our savior,

our benefa...?

Oh!

Oh! But I know you!

Aye, sir. You owe me

seven shillings.

And now... I owe you!

Come inside, sir, inside!

Sir?

I have come here to

ask you but one thing.

Are Joseph and Fanny

Goodwill to wed?

They are, indeed.

They are to be married

very soon.

Then, sir, I have grave news.

You remember when I told

you the story of my life?

I recall it well.

As my gypsy

woman lay dying,

she told me of a child

stolen from some simple folk.

Mm-hmm.

My gypsy's name

was Goodwill,

and that is the name

she gave the child.

So, Fanny was the babe

sold to-to Booby Hall?

That is so, sir.

But this is not grave news.

Fanny will be overjoyed

to know her real parents.

Perhaps you know their name.

Indeed, I do.

It is Andrews.

She is Joseph's own sister.

This cannot be.

She was born Fanny Andrews.

Of that there is no doubt.

No, t-there was only Joseph

and his sister, Pamela.

And Fanny, sir.

The parents had three children.

How am I to tell them?

What am I to say?

This marriage must be stopped.

By rescuing my son,

the peddler brought me

great joy.

But he also brought news...

...about your parentage,

my dear.

They're found?!

I would almost rather abandon

the hopes

of sitting by my Maker's throne

than tell you.

But...

tell you I must.

Your parents are the same

as Joseph's.

You are...

brother and sister.

My lady! They're consanguinated!

What?

They're-they're

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