The Corn Is Green Page #5
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Tis Latin.
Do the words have a meaning?
They do.
I love, you love, he loves.
Words you have learned at the school?
- They are.
- What use are they, Morgan?
Will they help you swing a pick any
faster when you go back to the mine?
I love, you love, heee loves.
The words are not meant to be funny.
I love, you love, he loves, she...
Sorry, lad.
The boys are only having fun.
And there is others that's been
having their fun too, Glen.
- Are you going into the Gwesmor Arms?
- I'd go anywhere to save sinners.
Miss Moffat!
Miss Moffat. It's the Squire.
Let him in, Ron.
Very well.
Coming.
- Squire.
- Good evening.
So this is the seat of learning.
- Your hat.
- No, thank you. I'm not staying.
You can tell her for me that I have not
come here to be insulted again.
Oh, I'm sure you haven't.
I mean...
She called me
an addle-headed nincompoop.
Miss Ronberry, dear.
My roses are dying.
Would you pour out a little water for them?
I've such a headache. I...
- Squire.
- You wrote me.
- Perhaps you've forgotten.
- Oh, How could I forget?
overwrought fashion of my behavior
at our last meeting, you must
ignore my very nervous invitation.
Miss Ronberry, a chair,
dear, for the Squire.
I haven't a great deal
of time to spare, I fear.
Of course you haven't.
I was just saying to Miss Ronberry
the Squire is so busy
he'll never be able to fit us in.
Miss Ronberry, dear, would you
put water in these, please.
Tell me, Squire...
how did your prize-giving
fare this afternoon?
Rather a bore, I'm afraid.
I have always wanted to see
you judge. I love flowers.
It wasn't flowers.
It was cows.
Oh. Well it was your speech
I wanted to hear, of course.
I heard you made such
an amusing one at the croquet club.
Did they tell you about that?
Rather a good pun, eh?
- May I sit down?
- Do.
I thought the Griffith the butcher
was going to laugh his napper off.
Indeed. You know, Squire,
that makes me very proud.
Proud? Why?
Because he wouldn't have
understood a word you said
if his two little girls hadn't
learned English at my school.
I never thought of it like that.
May I offer you some tea?
No, thank you very much.
I can't abide the stuff.
I've trained my tummy to better
things than tea, thank you very much.
I'm sorry to be unable
to offer you anything stronger,
but in this house
we are only women, you know.
I quite understand. A feminine tummy,
I've always said,
is very much like the feminine mind.
Both a bit on the weak side.
How right you are, Squire.
We're not exactly
rugged creatures, are we?
What's the matter? Headache?
Squire,
you see before you a tired woman.
We live and learn,
and I have learnt how right
you were that day.
I have worked my fingers to the bone,
battering my head against a stone wall.
But I heard tou were a spiffing success.
Oh, no.
It's very fair of you to admit it,
I must say.
You see, in one's womanly enthusiasm
one forgets that the qualities vital
to success in a venture of this sort
are lacking in one: intelligence,
courage and authority.
In short, the qualities of a man.
Oh, come, come. You mustn't be
too hard on yourself.
After all, you meant well.
It's kind of you to say, Squire.
But I need more than words.
- I need help. Your help.
- What kind of help?
Well, you see,
I'm faced with a problem.
The question of what to do
with the future of Morgan Evans.
Morgan Evans?
He used to be one
of my miners, I believe.
What's his trouble? Punching?
Oh, no.
Got humself tangled up
with a bit of muzzling?
Something of that sort?
- Oh, no, Squire.
- What about the little Cockney filly?
Bessie? No, I assure you, she's only
a schoolgirl. It's nothing of that sort.
But he is a problem just the same.
And, like a true woman,
I have to scream for help to a man.
To you.
Scream away, dear lady.
Scream away.
Well...
- Morgan Evans is clever. He can write.
- Can he now?
Oh, he's more than clever.
This boy is quite out of the ordinary.
Are you sure?
I'm as sure as one
of your miners would be
cutting through coal
and striking a diamond without a flaw.
This boy was born
with exceptional gifts.
They should be given every chance.
You mean he may
turn into a literary bloke?
- He might, yes.
- How do you know?
- By his work. It's very good.
- How do you know it's good?
How does anyone know
Shakespeare's good?
Skakespeare?
What's he got to do with it?
- He was a literary bloke.
- He was, wasn't he?
If Morgan Evans had a protector...
What?
A protector. We had them before
in England, you know?
Listen.
To the Right and Honorable
Earl of Southhampton...
your Honor's in all duty,
William Shakespeare.
I often think of the pride
that surged in the Earl's bosom
when his encouragement gave birth
to the masterpiece
of a poor and humble writer.
This little tenant of yours, Squire,
has it in him to bring
great credit to you.
By Jove, he is a tenant
of mine, isn't he?
Well, if this boy really is clever,
it seems a pity for me not to do
something about it, doesn't it?
It is a great pity. And I can tell you
exactly what you can do about it.
There's a scholarship going at Oxford.
Oxford?
They have agreed to take
this boy on one condition.
That you vouch for him.
My dear lady, you take the cake...
Can't he be just as clever at home?
Oh, no. He must have polish.
He has everything else.
The background of a university
would be invaluable to him.
- My dear lady...
- Will you do it?
- I must say it's asking...
- Think of Shakespeare.
Squire, William Shakespeare...
If the Earl of Southampton
could produce a Shakespeare,
I.. I...
Think of your inscription, Squire.
It will be handed down to posterity.
Posterity?
Posterity!
Oh, serene dear lady. Oh, serene.
I'll drop a line to some
of the bigwigs next week.
By Jove, it's rather a laugh, eh?
- Like having an entry in the Derby.
- Exactly like the Derby, Squire.
Well, I must be off.
Oh, Squire. I would be most obliged
if the letter could be posted tomorrow.
Would you like me to draft out
a recommendation
and send it over to the Hall?
- You must be so busy with the estate.
- Yes, I am rather.
Polka supper tomorrow night.
Do, do that.
- Well, good bye, dear lady.
- Thank you so very much, Squire.
Happier conditions, and all that.
- I'm glad you've come to your senses.
- Thank you again, Squire.
- From the bottom of a greatful heart.
- Not at all.
I'm all for giving a writer-fellow
a helping hand.
Well, good bye again, dear lady.
- Good bye again, Squire.
- Go ahead, Evan.
That man is so stupid.
It sits on him like a halo.
Thank you for your shawl, Ron.
Better watch out.
I'll beat you to the altar yet.
- What happened?
- We have met the Squire and he's ours.
In 10 minutes I have given
the Squire the impression
fostering genius in the illiterate.
- How?
- By soft soap and courtseying.
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