The Mark 666 & the New World Order Page #4

- Scream.

- Come near.

- Getting the strokes.

- Come near me.

You say... you say, "Friend,

friend, dear friend... "

- You touch me now.

- "I pray to the gods

for your good health for the

rest of my life. I will. "

No man shows me disrespect.

In all things...

may I stand by you.

Put him to hard labor.

Send him to the forest to hew

fresh timbers for the walls.

Set him by the heels

each night when he's done,

that through the long watches

he might reflect on his transgressions.

he might reflect on his transgressions.

Look behind you!

Must go back. Must go back.

And you are a futile, barking dog!

Oh Mother,

has he sent this ship for me?

Conscience is nuisance...

a fly,

a barking dog.

If you don't believe you have one,

what trouble can it be to you?

Mother,

you are my strength...

or I have none.

Throw us your forward line!

The president.

Yes, I neglected to tell you.

The captain's no longer occupying that post.

He will be able to explain the reasons

better than I.

It's the princess.

This will be your house, my lady.

Reverend Whitaker,the one what lived here,

well, he is... he's dead and gone now, so...

The ships returned,

firing their cannons,

causing the naturals to sue for peace.

They said they were going to fetch you.

I was against it.

I didn't want to harm you.

And now there's disaster all around us.

We should have stopped

before it was too late.

What is right?

Give.

Wrong? Who is this man?

Now...

all is perfect.

Let me be lost.

True.

You flow through me...

like a river.

Come.

Follow me.

O Lord, thank you.

Captain.

Very well.

Leave us alone.

You wish to bring charges against this man?

Are you sure?

Well, fine then, Argall,

enough of your quarrels. Be off.

I have news for you.

The king wants you to return to England

to prepare an expedition of your own...

to chart the northern coasts

to see if you might find

a passage to the Indies.

I remember when you had sight and ambition.

Shall you not press on?

Shall you be a discoverer of passages

which you yourself refuse to explore

beyond the threshold that is?

King has great hopes for you.

Plans.

Plans.

Um, she's to take care of you now.

Uh, my name's Mary.

And yours, I believe is...

Oh no, um, she says that's

not her name anymore.

She hasn't got a name.

Oh, how unfortunate.

Well, we shall have to give you one!

Here.

Rub with the towel.

I will find joy

in all I see.

- Where am I going?

- Mother.

Fast.

Just little steps.

- So fast.

- I want my love.

Ohh-hh.

I go to him,

the river of living water,

to meet him.

Where does it come from?

Where is it going?

Why do they want gold?

Can't they make it?

- Do they eat it?

- We shall lose

not only our lives and our land,

but our eternal birthright.

Look beyond these gates.

Eden lies about us still.

We have escaped the Old

World and its bondage.

Let us make a new beginning

and create a fresh example for humanity.

We are the pioneers of the world,

the advance guard sent on through

the wilderness to break a new path.

And our youth is our strength,

and our inexperience our wisdom.

God has given us

a promised land, a great inheritance.

Woe betide if ever we turn our back on him.

Let us prepare a land

where a man may rise to his true stature,

a land of the future,

a new kingdom of the spirit.

Remember what this country was...

Am I as you like?

His eyes.

You knew me as I was

long ago.

I have never truly been the man

I seemed to you to be.

What does he say?

Come, let's sit by the river.

Mean?

I can't sleep till I see you again.

Look up.

You have no evil.

I belong to you.

He knows.

Where am I?

Wait two months...

then tell her I am dead.

Drowned.

Like that.

He's left you, Princess.

He told you a pack of lies.

Forget about him.

I, uh, have some terrible news.

Captain Smith is dead.

He drowned in the crossing.

He loved you very much.

I am mad.

Where is your love now?

Where is our child?

You have gone away

with my life.

Killed the god in me.

Does the sun see this?

On the bed of fate we lie.

Make an end of you...

question you.

I mourn.

I grieve.

Take my hand, Father.

Aye, aye, I think she might.

Scorned.

Cast out. Cut off.

A dog.

Come, death.

Take me.

Set me free.

Let me be what I was.

We'll have a good old time here.

When first I saw her,

she was regarded as someone finished,

broken, lost.

She seemed barely to notice

the others about her.

Um, I would like to spend

the afternoon with you.

How do I ask?

A nature like yours

can turn trouble into good.

All this sorrow

will give you strength

and point you on a higher way.

Think of a tree,

how it grows around its wounds.

If a branch breaks off, it don't stop

but keeps reaching towards the light.

We must meet misfortune boldly

and not suffer it to frighten us.

We must act the play out,

and live our troubles down, my lady.

April, May,

and June, July, August.

What is a day?

- A day?

- An hour?

An hour is 60 minutes.

Why does the earth have colors?

Many passions have I endured.

Daily, hourly.

Even in my sleep.

Awaking me to astonishment.

This love has become...

such a labyrinth

that I no longer know...

Were you sad...

...how to wind myself out from it.

...to lose your wife and daughter?

Name this person.

Rebecca.

Rebecca, I baptize thee

in the name of the Father and the Son

and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

She has accepted my invitation

- to work in the fields.

- For Rebecca.

She'll be missed.

She understands the culture of tobacco.

She's a good lass.

The people were sorry at her going.

Hours pass,

she speaks not a word.

Who are you?

What do you dream of?

We're like grass.

Are you kind?

She weaves all things together.

I touched her long ago...

without knowing her name.

All sings to her.

Suppose I asked you to marry me.

What would you say?

Are you asking me?

Where would we live?

Here.

England, if you wish.

Perhaps that would

be best. We could...

well, you could forget

your life in this place.

Why do you shrink from me?

Won't you say yes?

If you like.

This isn't what I expected,

Rebecca.

I'm sorry.

Why are you crying?

I suppose...

I must be happy.

You do not love me now.

Someday you will.

You are not ignorant of the heavy displeasure

which almighty God conceived

against the souls of Levi and Israel

for marrying strange wives.

No.

Would you do anything

necessary to bring this about?

Yes.

Would you write a petition

explaining, as the wealthiest

planter in Virginia the benefit...

The governor requires of me a letter...

- ... this would offer the colony?

... stating acceptable reasons

- for our union.

- Could you state your hope

that this might be the

beginning of the great work

of converting the naturals;

that this idea came to you

in no way through any carnal affection,

but for the good of the plantation,

for the honor of your country

and your own soul?

Humiliated.

In service of saving the

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