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of that illness...

the services of a physician

to help me to a cure.

And the insane man,

on the contrary,

is not brought to any bedlam

or hospital until the disease

is far advanced.

For all our inmates

there was a time before.

When there was

no madness in them.

We should try to ask each

one of those in our care...

to try to remember how it was

to be in the time before.

And to return them there.

Perhaps as sleep returns

Katharine to her time before,

in times of joy,

and in this way

we might discover...

the imprint of the steps

to madness.

There, just

under the surface,

there could be cures

by dancing and laughter.

l see Daniel playing

a tarantella.

l see the women dancing

like happy children.

l see-- l see...

all the things lost on earth.

[ Pearce ]

Robert !

This is not

the Court Masque.

l know that !

But you cannot banish joy,

for that is the road to madness.

And, and all this...

has come to me

from the Lord...

[ Sniffles ]

l suspect.

Today, instead of walking round

the tree, we're gonna dance.

Or skip. Or gallop.

Anything.

And your keepers

will dance with you.

Um, this is

a twirling dance...

so why do you not twirl

and turn and dance ?

Hello, Robert.

[ Ambrose ]

One, two and three and four.

Yes ! Yes !

Ha ha !

- Dance with me !

- Oh, l cannot.

[ Daniel ]

Robert cannot, for he is the music.

Perhaps, uh, John will ask you

to dance with him.

[ Laughter ]

[ Ambrose ]

Come on !

Why was this music

not always with us ?

[ Laughter ]

Aha !

John ?

John ?

John.

Robert.

For a month now,

and l'm telling this

to you and nobody else,

l've felt certain symptoms

come upon me.

[ lnhales ]

First, you must rest.

Only then, Pearce,

can l prescribe my remedy.

- John.

- Ah, John, then,

but you'll be neither one nor the other

if you allow yourself to die.

l cannot stay in bed,

there's so much work to do--

Please do not make me

lose my temper !

Have l not a hundred times since

we've met allowed you to command me...

and done this or that

thing at your bidding ?

l have. So do not even consider

contradicting me !

What do you prescribe ?

Syrup of roses to warm your blood

and soothe your coughing.

A burdock poultice

for your head.

- And for the slime in the lung ?

- Sal ammoniac.

And a balsam.

Yes, we shall try several dissolved

in boiling water and inhaled.

lt's all come back

to you then, Robert ?

The right knowledge

at the right time.

Perhaps.

We shall see.

[ Pearce Coughing ]

[ Door Opening ]

Tell me more tales

of the Land of Mar.

ln the woods there lived

great families of badger.

And people liked to bring

their children there to see them.

The children are always told that if

they are very quiet, they will see them.

As far as l know,

they are never quiet enough.

This shall be

our meeting place.

Yes.

And l'll wait for ya.

And you'll come to me.

l will.

[ Pearce ]

Merivel ?

Why had you go out ?

Oh, when l cannot sleep,

sometimes l walk...

in the air at night.

Let's see.

Hmm.

You're burning up.

You called me Merivel.

Since this fever l've--

l've forgotten

your other name.

Robert.

Robert. That's it.

What l do remember is...

how l witnessed

the beating heart.

Yes, l remember.

You put your hand in

and touched it, but l could not.

l remember.

And yet the man

felt nothing.

[ Whispering ]

No, he felt nothing.

Pray for me that l might become

that man and feel no pain.

l shall.

[ Sighs ]

lt is not

the plague then ?

No. lt's his lung.

A potent consumption.

Let us pray for our friend John

in his time of trouble...

that his pain

may be the less.

[ Thunder, Rain ]

Stay with me.

The pain is less

when you stay with me.

[ Moaning ]

[ Wailing ]

[ Ambrose ]

Blessed be the name of the Lord...

from this time forth

and forever more.

From the rising

of the sun...

and the going down

of the same,

the Lord's name

is to be praised.

lt troubles me to take with me

to my grave so much that l do not know.

l'd rather you did not talk

about the grave, John.

Of course you would.

There are many matters,

ever since l met you,

upon which you would prefer me

to remain silent.

But it has

never been my way.

[ Thunder Continues ]

[ Sniffles ]

Here.

Your copy of Harvey.

You have a gift,

Merivel. Use it.

Robert !

Robert !

Robert !

Robert !

Robert is my lover !

Robert !

He is my lover !

Robert !

Robert !

He is my lover !

[ Merivel ]

Farewell, my friend.

When the time is right,

Robert shall leave us.

And he will take

Katharine with him.

[ Daniel ]

Why ?

Because, Daniel,

she is carrying his child.

- Good-bye, Hannah.

- Good-bye, Robert.

- Good-bye, Ambrose.

- Good-bye, Robert.

Walk on.

He will never teach

me croquet now.

[ Katharine ]

? Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross ?

? To see a fine lady

ride on her white horse ?

? With rings on her fingers

and bells on her toes ?

? And she shall have

music wherever-- ?

[ Merivel ]

Are you content now ?

Why should l not be ?

Will you be Quakerish

all the way to London ?

You know, in lreland,

a man with a horse, a cart,

and a book he knows how to read

is the catch of the county.

Well, perhaps when we have

made fire of the cart,

and eaten the horse,

wiped our asses with the book,

you'll have become acquainted

with what you have caught.

Oy ! Hop it !

Find the lady.

She's here, she's there,

you seek her everywhere.

She's floating in the air.

Where is she ?

Find the lady.

[ Laughs ]

That was my sixpence

if l had played.

- Here is our chance of money.

- Here's your chance

to be shorn like a sheep.

Ho, fellow !

Move on or you'll

lose your breeches.

Thank you, but l'm not one

of your bog-dwelling lrish bumpkins.

l have had some traffic

with the affairs of men.

We must have money.

There's money

inside my skirt.

- [ Laughs ]

- Sarah !

She is simple.

[ Katharine Bleats ]

We are doctor

and patient.

[ Bleating ]

l am the doctor.

Show me the cards.

Find the lady.

[ Horse Neighs, Oboe Squeaks ]

[ Oboe Squeaks ]

l have lost everything.

Not quite everything, sir.

l cannot. That was

a gift from the King.

Pity.

[ Sighs ]

Once more.

''Sir Robert Merivel.

Master of Bidnold.''

- Show me the cards.

- [ Laughs ]

Find the lady.

She's here, she's there,

she's floating in the air.

Find the lady.

Nooo !

[ Groans ]

Oh, l've made her mad again.

Ah, gold !

Heavy as a hen egg

against everything he's lost.

- And breakfast.

- She's simple.

lt's gold.

Even-Stevens, then.

And breakfast.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, shame. To rob

an idiot girl.

That's not kind, Robert.

Find the lady.

[ Merivel ]

No !

Ha !

[ Merivel ]

But, how ?

Simple.

[ Katharine ]

? Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross ?

? To see a fine lady

ride on her white horse ?

? With rings on her fingers

and bells on her toes ?

? She shall have music

wherever she goes ?

[ Bells Chiming ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Merivel ]

Hello ?

Hello ?

[ Katharine ]

Hello !

l once lived here.

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