The King and I Page #7

Eliza lose her way in forest.

- Frightening forest

- Poor Eliza.

- Poor Eliza.

- Poor Eliza.

- Poor Eliza.

- Poor Eliza.

Poor Eliza

Eliza very tired.

Your Majesty...

...I regret to put before you:

King Simon of Legree.

Because one slave has run away,

Simon beating every slave.

Simon clever man.

He decide to hunt Eliza...

...not only with soldiers...

...but with scientific dogs...

...who sniff and smell...

...and thereby discover all

who run from king.

Run, Eliza, run

Run, Eliza, run

Run from Simon, run

Run, Eliza

Run, run

Run from Simon

Run, run

Poor Eliza

Run from Simon

Eliza, run, run

Eliza, run from Simon, run

Run, Eliza

Run from Simon

Run, Eliza

Run from Simon

Run, Eliza, run, run, run

Eliza come to river.

- Eliza come to river.

- Poor Eliza

- Who can save her?

- Only Buddha

Save her, Buddha, save her

What will Buddha do?

Buddha make a miracle.

Buddha send an angel down.

Angel make the wind blow cold.

Make the river water hard.

Hard enough to walk upon.

Buddha make a miracle

Praise to Buddha

Angel show her how to walk

on frozen water.

Now as token of his love...

...Buddha send a new miracle.

Praise to Buddha

Send from heaven stars...

...and blossoms.

Look like lace upon the sky.

Praise to Buddha

Praise to Buddha

So Eliza cross the river...

...hidden by this veil of lace.

Forgot to tell you name of miracle.

Snow!

Of a sudden, she can see

Wicked Simon of Legree...

...sliding cross the river fast

with his bloodhounds and his slaves.

What has happened to the river?

Buddha has called out the sun!

Buddha has called out the sun

Sun has made the water soft

Wicked Simon and his slaves

Fall in river and are drowned

Everybody celebrate death of Simon.

And Eliza make happy reunion

with Dear Old Uncle Thomas...

...Blessed Little Eva...

...Mischief-Maker Topsy...

...and faithful lover George...

...who is looking like Angel to Eliza.

Topsy glad that Simon die.

Topsy dance for joy.

I tell you what Harriet Beecher Stowe

say that Topsy say:

"I specks I'se de wickedest critter

in de world. "

But...

...I do not believe

Topsy is wicked critter...

...because I, too,

am glad for death of king...

...of any king who pursue a slave who

is unhappy and who tried to escape.

And Your Majesty,

I wish to say to you:

I beg of you!

Your Majesty...

...and honorable guests...

...I will tell you end of story.

Is very sad ending, with sacrifice.

Poor little Eva

Poor little Eva

Poor unfortunate child

Is Buddha's wish

that Eva come to him...

...and thank him personally...

...for saving of Eliza and baby.

And so she die...

...and go to arms of Buddha.

Praise to Buddha

Praise to Buddha

Very clever.

Very clever, Your Majesty.

Author! Author!

Is there anything else

before I say good night?

Sit, sit, sit.

Plenty for two. Eat.

Oh, no, thank you.

Fork is a foolhardy instrument.

You pick up food, and it leaks.

Oh, your conversation at dinner

was most amusing, Your Majesty.

I was forced to laugh myself.

I was so funny.

Before leaving, Edward confided that

the ambassador was quite impressed.

Edward.

And he will most certainly send

a glowing report to Queen Victoria!

I am so pleased, Your Majesty.

I am aware of your interest.

I wish to say...

...you have been of great help

to me in this endeavor.

I wish to make gift.

I have hope you accept.

Put it on.

Put it on finger.

Oh, put it on,

put it on, put it on.

Your Majesty,

I don't know what to say.

When one does not know what to say...

...it is a time to be silent.

It is late, Your Majesty.

If there's nothing else-

There is, there is, there is else.

Have good news to tell.

Yesterday, a white elephant has been

discovered in forest of Ayutthaya.

And you regard this as a good omen?

Yes. Very good omen.

Everything going well with us?

Yes, everything going well with us.

Tuptim, your pupil.

Her play tonight.

Oh, but Your Majesty,

everyone enjoyed it immensely.

It is immoral for king to drown

when pursuing slave who deceive him.

Immoral. Immoral!

Tuptim shall hear of my displeasure

when she is found.

Found?

It is believed she hides

somewhere in palace...

...to escape king's anger and...

You know something of this?

- Only that she has been unhappy.

- Why unhappy?

She is in palace of king!

What is greater honor for girl

than to be in palace of king?

Oh, but Your Majesty, of what interest

to you is one girl like Tuptim?

In your house,

she's just another woman.

As a bowl of rice is just another bowl

of rice, no different from any other.

Now you understand about women.

So many English books I read

introduce strange idea...

...of love,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

You disapprove?

But it is a silly complication

of a pleasant simplicity.

A woman is designed for pleasing man.

That is all.

A man is designed to be pleased

by many women.

How do you explain the fact,

Your Majesty...

...that many men remain faithful

to one wife?

They are sick.

But you do expect women

to be faithful.

- Naturally.

- Well, why naturally?

Because it is natural.

It is like old Siamese rhyme:

A girl must be like a blossom

With honey for just one man

A man must live like honey bee

And gather all he can

To fly from blossom to blossom

A honey bee must be free

But blossom must not ever fly

From bee to bee to bee

Oh, Your Majesty, in my country

we have a far different attitude.

We believe that

for a man to be truly happy...

...he must love one woman

and one woman only.

This idea was invented by woman.

But it's a beautiful idea,

Your Majesty.

In England, we're brought up with it.

And by the time a young girl

goes to her first dance-

Young girl?

They dance also?

Like tonight?

In arms of man not her husband?

Why, of course.

I would not permit.

Oh, but it's very exciting.

When you're young...

...at your first dance...

...and you're sitting

on a small gilt chair...

...with your eyes lowered...

...terrified that you'll be

a wallflower.

And suddenly you see

two black shoes...

...a white waistcoat...

...a face.

It speaks.

We've just been introduced

I do not know you well

But when the music started

Something drew me to your side

So many men and girls

Are in each other's arms

It made me think

We might be

Similarly occupied

Shall we dance?

On a bright cloud of music

Shall we fly?

Shall we dance?

Shall we then say good night

And mean goodbye?

Or perchance

When the last little star

Has left the sky

Shall we still be together

With our arms around each other?

And shall you be my new romance?

On the clear understanding

That this kind of thing can happen

Shall we dance?

Shall we dance?

Shall we dance?

Why do you stop?

You dance pretty. Go on.

Your Majesty, I didn't realize.

After all, I'm not a dancing girl.

In England, no woman dances alone

while a man looks on.

But she dances with stranger,

holding hands?

Yes, but not always a stranger.

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