The Scandalous Lady W Page #5

would like to do something. - What?

Bisset would like to watch you.

I would like Bisset to watch you.

And you are sure that you heard

Sir Richard suggest this?

Yes, he did.

And it was him that asked Lady

Worsley to open her legs

and place her hand upon her quim.

Pray, Mary, is this true?

It is, my lord.

Titled folk hop and skip

around what they can

and can't be expected to say,

for the sake of manners.

But I've always been a plain-speaking

working woman and I tell the truth.

So help me, God.

It is proven that Sir Richard

Worsley is not entitled

to damages of 20,000.

In fact, I would venture Sir

Richard Worsley is not entitled

to any compensation at all and that

his litigation may be dismissed,

for it was Sir Richard Worsley himself

who debased and devalued his wife.

My lord, gentlemen of the jury...

"If a plaintiff encourages or is

privy to, or consenting at all,

"or contributing to the debauchery

of his wife, or joined in it,

"he will not recover a verdict. "

So says the law of this land.

I rest my case.

Order, order!

I will have this court cleared

if there is not order!

Silence in court! Silence in court!

Sir, does the plaintiff have your verdict?

Yes, he does, my lord.

A clear breach of legality occurred,

when the defendant eloped

to the Royal Hotel, London

with the plaintiff's wife,

and he shared her bed.

Then, sir, there is the

question of compensation.

The plaintiff is making

a claim of 20,000.

What damages, sir, do you consider

proper in this case?

We consider, my Lord, that

the defendant, Captain Bisset,

should compensate the plaintiff,

Sir Richard Worsley,

the total sum of...

.. one shilling.

Order, order!

Order!

Clear the court! Clear the court!

Whore!

We have done it, George.

We have our life together now.

How exactly is that, madam?

Madam?

He will let me go now. Richard...

- Seymour...

- Richard!

You wish to speak to me?

I wish for us to be divorced,

and to have Jane... she belongs to

George and I. She is our daughter.

And I want all that

rightfully belongs to me.

You have...

exposed and...

humiliated me.

- And you have wilfully betrayed the

trust we shared. - Please, Richard.

- After all that has happened

and passed between us. - No.

- Richard, I beg of you, let us

put an end to this. - I said no.

You are mine, Seymour, and

you will always be mine.

I will never do as you wish.

I will never grant you a divorce.

You belong to me and you

will always belong to me.

I may be your lawful property...

but I will never be yours.

Compensation has been ordered,

and you, sir, shall have it!

There!

Have it!

You bastard, George.

Prime Minister.

I do not require you to resign, sir.

The government has not yet fallen.

I must, my lord.

I'm... filled with shame.

Richard...

torment yourself no further.

Be done with her and divorce her.

Lady Worsley will no more give

up her pursuit of independence

than will the American colonies.

These sweet williams are

pretty, aren't they, George?

Very pretty, I think.

What is it, my love?

Let us find a new home,

away from England, where we

may hold our heads up high,

and there we can live a life free

of all this oppression and gloom.

No, I won't run away from him. I won't.

- No?

- No.

"No, sir Thro' every change I went

"But ne'er could find to keep content... "

"All different, those poor garbage were

"Some fat, some lean, some

brown, some fair... "

"Had you seen me on his breast reclined

"Lips glued to lips and limbs

with limbs entwined... "

"With oft repeated acts of dalliance spent

"My lust quite sated My heart content... "

"Sir Richard Worse-than-sly

"Cursed the charms that gave

him once a virgin to his arms

"But, sir, those charms

you cannot justly blame

"For were't not THOU the

author of thy shame?"

Wonderful. Wonderful...

Seymour, we have no money.

George, we have lots of money.

Richard has it, and I'm his lawful wife...

so I can spend it as I wish.

You think?

Blue?

Richard has asked me to go to him.

Perhaps these verses shall

be the last, my dear.

What a triumph your love

of poesy has become.

Someone has to ensure we

do not starve, George.

When I'm finished with it, you

can take me to bed if you wish.

My love for you has declined.

But Richard wishes to see me.

I know he does.

I did everything for you.

I know you did.

Why are you doing this, George?

I thought I could live

like this, but I can't.

Are we not moderns?

Not if living like this is being a modern.

This is because I cannot

give you a legitimate heir.

No, Seymour...

I do not love you any more.

I'm very sorry.

Very sorry indeed.

My daughter was taken

from me because of you.

What will you do?

I don't know, George.

Go back to Richard.

You were never mine.

Nay...

he'd take you back for a farthing.

I belong to no man...

and while it is my misfortune

to live in an age of men,

I will never belong to any man ever again.

You wish to speak to me.

I will grant you wish,

and return your clothes and jewels...

and I will pay you a generous allowance,

on the condition that you

cease all expenditure

and that you leave England,

at once, and remain abroad

in France for four years.

You would send me into exile?

There is peace with France.

I'm sure you'll be most content there.

And what of Jane?

I acknowledged her as mine,

and she will remain with me.

- But it's unfair to...

- You left us, Seymour.

It is the law. You have...

forfeited all rights to her...

- Richard, I'm her mother...

- .. no more than a stranger to her.

You're not too old to have

another babe, Seymour.

You have George...

you are free to breed as many

bastards with him as you wish.

You wish me to depart for four years?

Why do you complain so?

I have lost everything.

And only you?

I'm tired.

Of this.

Yes.

And so am I.

Then we are agreed.

I loved you, Richard...

and I obeyed you, but

you never cherished me.

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