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between teams of horses
and teams of oxen.
- And the victor?
- The horses.
- Well, the ox is a sluggish beast.
- Yes, but strong.
With the added benefit, when it comes
to the end of its working life,
it makes a very succulent dish.
Unlike the horse.
Good for glue.
Ahem... your Lordship!
- A very good evening to you, sir.
- Evening, Manners.
Mr Turner.
Are we not blessed by the heavens
to witness so glorious
a crepuscular time of day?
Imbecile.
Continuing satisfaction
as to the arrangement, your Lordship?
I think we have successfully achieved
the correct effect, William.
Thank you.
- Good evening, Nat.
- Oh, good evening, my Lord.
- Good evening, Miss Coggins.
- Your Lordship, Turner.
- How's your father faring, William?
- Oh, bearing up, your Lordship.
Very gracious of you to inquire.
We thought we'd lost him
this last winter, a very harsh one.
He came through.
He's a hardy old cove.
Excellent.
- See you at dinner.
- Indeed.
Exceedingly beautiful.
You are too kind.
I'm familiar with the melody, but...
- Herr Beethoven.
- Ah!
The "Pathtique".
I possess a rare fondness
for... Henry Purcell.
As do I.
Oh?
Um...
Yes.
"Dido's Lament."
May my wrongs create
Create
No sorrow...
- Trouble.
- Trou...
No trouble
In thy breast... thy breast...
- Thy breast.
In thy brea... breast
Remember me
Remember me
But...
- Ah! Forget my fate.
- Ah!
Forget my fate
Remember me
But ah!
Forget my fa...
My fate
A song of lost love.
Indeed.
I thank you.
Thank you, Mr Turner.
Madam.
Shh-sh-sh!
- Mr Turner?
- Hm?
I have often pondered,
might there be a distinction
between the way you paint a sunrise
as opposed to a sunset?
- Oh, there is indeed, Lady Stuckley.
- Ah.
Yeah, cos one is going up
whilst the other...
- Oh, Eliza, do hush.
And might it also be determined
by the angle of the light?
Well, it's weather,
vapour,
wind,
frangibility and such like.
- Eliza, look at his nails!
- Shh.
Whilst you goddesses are languishing
in the kingdom of Hypnos,
I am up before the lark to witness Helios
popping his head above the parapet,
with the only benefit
that the sunrise is not afflicted...
...with diminishing light.
- Carew.
- Oh!
Turner!
I'm by way of observing
The artist is not known to me.
- Flemish.
- Oh.
Uncommonly capacious rump
on the cherub.
It might have gained in potency
with an increase of arrows.
Well, yon celestial fellow
is tugging them all out.
I can hardly bear to look upon it.
Ah, the pain on his face,
the mark of resignation in it.
'Tis a willing sacrifice, is it not?
'Twas not how the poor soul perished.
He was brought back to full health
by a good Samaritan.
Then the heathens cudgelled him to death
and deposited him in a sewer.
I would question
the veracity of that telling.
No good deed goes unpunished.
What a curious fate is mine.
Last month in the King's Bench Prison
in the company of debtors,
this month a guest
of quality, rank and fashion.
Rejoice, Haydon. You find yourself
in a veritable Bacchanalia.
His Lordship keeps
a very fine wine cellar.
Be sanguine, fill your boots.
Might I ask you
to loan me some money, Turner?
I beg your pardon?
I am in dire and pressing need
of 100 pounds.
Out of the question.
My landlord,
he's a good man, a patient man,
but he will not wait forever.
I need to pay the wine merchant,
my colour man...
And your dear wife, Mrs Haydon,
is she faring well?
Mrs Haydon is presently with child.
Well, you have my hearty congratulations,
Haydon.
Congratulations are not in order.
I'm in torment.
I am not unsympathetic
to your impecunity, Haydon.
Therefore I can advance you 50 pounds.
Turner, if 100 pounds will not spare me
from this predicament,
what in Jesu's name
can 50 pounds do?
Then you are refusing
to accept the 50 pounds?
- It is damned inadequate.
- I wish you good day, sir.
- Turner?
- Hey, hey!
My word is my bond.
I may not yet be an Academician
but I am a gentleman.
I have a painting
presently with the King at Windsor.
I am assured he will buy it from me
for 500 guineas or more.
Furthermore, I have another
fine painting in mind,
a companion piece,
which he is most certain
to purchase in addition.
Who has made these assurances?
- The King's private secretary, Knighton.
- Oh.
Well, I can furnish you
with five pounds this morning.
Five pounds?
50 pounds is not sufficient.
Five pounds is tantamount to an insult.
Sir, I beseech you, brook your ire.
If you attend my residence at London,
I will loan you 50 pounds.
In addition to the five?
Mr Haydon, you are exceedingly tiresome.
I am gratified.
I humbly accept the 50 pounds.
Might I find you at the same address?
I may swim.
"And the spirit immediately
drove him out into the wilderness."
A tormented soul, for sure.
I sympathise,
but he attributes all of his failures
- to anything other than his own behaviour.
- Indeed.
His complaint with life is as absurd
as that of a spoke in a wheel,
railing against the motion
that it must of necessity partake.
I concur.
He suffers the fate of Tantalus.
He reaches for the fruit,
the branch moves.
When he stoops to drink
the water goes down.
If only he would consider
the wishes of his public
rather than pursuing
his own peculiar convictions,
it would be his salvation.
And yet, my dear Beechey,
as his personal troubles increase,
so the quality of his painting suffers.
- But still, the man can paint.
- For sure, he can paint a Haydon.
The return of one prodigal
is worth more than gold.
An essential quality for a prodigal, sir,
is humility.
He is a cracked pot.
He's heading for a fall.
Gentlemen, are we as one?
Sadly... I cannot give him
my support.
He is not of our temper.
Alas, the Academy
does not have need of Haydon
so much as Haydon
has need of the Academy.
Here the rose that decks thy door
Here the thorn that spreads thy bower
Here the willow on the moor
The birds at rest
Above thee
Had they light of life to see
Sense of soul like thee and me
How dotingly
I love thee
Here we meet too soon to part
Here to leave would raise a smart
Here I'll press thee to my heart
Where none have place
Above thee
With your Lordship's permission,
ladies and gentlemen,
our next offering, we hope,
is of a somewhat more playful nature.
- Playful as you wish.
- Thank you.
Oh! No, it isn't!
I'm a poor simple girl
so excuse me, sir, pray
I am just one and twenty
the first of next May
I never do harm
but I tend to my farm
I'm up early and late
I don't envy my betters
but bear 'em good will
Pretty Kitty
The maid of the mill
I have lovers in plenty
come hither to woo...
If they will be so teasing,
pray, what can I do?
I'm good-tempered and kind
and a youth to my mind
Who is open and free
would be happy with me
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