Tess Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1979
- 186 min
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say a word about your bygone trouble.
Never a word, my girl. Least of all to him.
Tess. Why does the idea of
becoming my wife displease you?
I never said that. It would please me so much.
It's simply that I can not.
Why? Is there someone else?
Don't i deserve to know the truth?
Well?
Not now
When then?
Later.
But why?
I'll tell you when we get home.
You'll stop loving
me when you know.
Let me wait till then.
Londoners will drink it at
their breakfast tomorrow, won't they?
Yes but watered down,
in case it goes to their heads.
Strangers that we have never seen.
You saw me once before.
you know that?
I did?
You wouldn't dance with me.
It was at Marlott.
Of course!
That's incredible!
You remember now?
Tessy!Tessy!
Now my girl.
Yes. I may never again be
brave enough to tell my story.
Then get on with your precious story.
I was born at such and such place
and in such and such a year...
I was born at Marlott and i grew up there.
I was in the Sixth Form when I left school.
They said that I would make a geed teacher.
But there was trouble in my family.
Father was no great worker.
He drank. Anyway, my parents, they...
it was then that something happened.
Something which changed my life like.
They discovered
that we were not Durbeyfields
but D'Urbervilles.
WEll, go on.
WEll, that's it.
WEll the D'Urbervilles are an old family.
I know
name my mother thought that...
I was sent...
-I had a...
-A what?
I was told that you hated old families.
Is that all the trouble?
None of that matters, Tess. Say you'll be my wife.
Say it, Tess. SAy it, my dear love!
Yes yes yes...
my health, my simplicity.
I'm a strangeness of my situation.
I perhaps lessen my fault.
But since I've committed it I am guilty.
I must be guilty.
Because the lord sawfit to take my child.
If what I have just written,
failed to pass my lips,
in your presence, then I have
repeated it a thousand times
in my heart. For it was the
fear of losing you forever.
For love of you,
Is hall conquer that fear
and bring you this letter
Once you are savoured Angel
you'll hold the rest
of my life in your hands.
I hope and I tremble. I love you.
Oh darling!
I've been assumed to put
an edge on my appetite.
I'm starving.
Angel.
Angel please.
I must speak to you.
What's the matter?
I want to confess all my past faults, all of it!
Later Sweetheart.Once we are married,
we'll tell each other everything.
I have some failings of my own to confess!
I required and charge you both
as you all have to answer
at that dreadful day of judgement.
Let the secrets of all
hearts should be disclosed.
If either of you know any impediments
why you may not be
lawfully joined in matrimony,
Ye do now confess.
Will thou have this woman
for thou wedded wife
To live together after
god's just ordinance
In the holiest state of matrimony,
will thou love her, comfort her,
honour and keep her in sickness
and in health and forsaking
all other, keep thee only unto her,
so long as ye both shall live?
I will.
Welcome sir, welcome ma'am.
Mr Plunkit told me to make ye at home.
The rooms, they are ready.
They are on the first floor.
Mr Plunkit had to leave for Manchester
so you'll have the whole house
to yourselves. I hope you
are very comfortable here.
damp but I put a good fire
in the drawing room and
leave it the afternoon.
As for food, look, I've prepared
you a cold supper and maybe
there's a nice bottle of wine to go with it!
Tomorrow, if you wish, I'll
bring you some of my husband's
excellent cider. He makes it himself.
Oh... oh... to use your ups...
The... bedroom!
A bit of surprise, love.
I've totally prepared...
my son picked it in the bush.
Oh... it's a good bed.
I think you'll find that you like it.
now i'll leave you to yourselves.
cheerio
Which are my hands and which are yours?
They are all yours.
Open it. It's for you.
Family jewels.
Is this for me?
Of course.
Truly?
Put them on. Put them on now.
Oh god, how beautiful you are.
Come and see.
I have a confession to make my love.
You have something to confess?
Why not? You think far too highly of me.
Now listen. I want you to forgive me.
And not be angry with me
for failing to tell you earlier.
This is nothing for fear of losing you.
I shall be brief.
Not long before we met,
There, I met a woman older
than myself. Ours was a flase
relationship. A sad one.
It was all over in a few weeks.
That's all there is to tell.
Do you forgive me?
Angel, oh, Angel.
You are so utterly good and gentle
I was mad to fear you'll hate me.
I have a confession too Angel.
Something of a same kind.
Well, tell me at table. WE'll talk over supper.
I'm hungry, aren't you?
I told you. I have a confession like your own.
What confession?
I shall be just as brief.
His name is D'Urberville like mine.
Alexander D'Urberville.
His family bought the title.
Their real name is Stoke.
It was fate that drove me to work
for false relations as a way of
hoping my own folk to live.
Alec, Alexander took advantage of me.
Lioness strengh... my defeat.
I became his mistress
and his affaire without love.
Like yours, my sad union
ended after a few weeks.
We bore a child which died very young.
My life was a ruins until the day I met you.
I'm going out.
If you don't forgive me......
but I forgive you, Angel.
Yes, I know.
But you.... you don't forgive me?
You were one person, now you are another.
I have mercy.
I have mercy.
Angel, what do you mean by that laugh?
How can you speak to me like this?
It frightens me. How can you?
You are not the woman I loved.
Well, who am I then?
Another woman in her shape.
It is not the woman I love... but
another woman in her shape.
Angel, Angel, please.
I was a child, a child when it happened.
I... I knew nothing of men.
You were sinned against. That I grant you.
So you don't forgive me.
I forgive you, but forgiveness isn't all.
You don't love me.
I can not help associating your lack
of firmness with thedecline of your family.
Decrepid families imply indeficient
will-power and indecadent conduct.
I thought you were a child of nature.
But you are the last in the line
of degenerate aristocrats.
Breakfast is ready.
You can get rid of me.
What did you say?
You can get rid of me.
You won't see me.
Good god.
How can you be so simple?
You are too much of a child.
Too immature.
Too ignorant I suppose.
Leave that!
You are my wife, not my servant.
I am your wife but you
don't want to live with me.
You are going to go, aren't you?
I couldn't stay without despising myself
which is worse than despising you.
How can we live together
while that man exists?
He is your natural husband. Not I.
Can you honestly tell me to stay?
No.
But it's absolutely necessary
that one of us remain here
to avoid a scandal.
We must at least keep up appearances.
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