Wuthering Heights Page #7

to bring her home for a visit.

He needs you with him,

Miss Isabella.

Why?

Let go of me, Heathcliff.

Cathy. She's ill.

Yes.

Mr. Edgar wants you to come home

at once, Miss Isabella.

She's dying.

You're not going.

She belongs to Edgar if she's dying.

Let her die where she belongs,

in Edgar's arms.

Let her die.

Is that better?

Yes.

Isn't there a south wind?

Isn't the snow almost gone?

Quite gone down here, darling.

Just a few patches left.

The sky is blue,

and the larks are singing...

and the brooks are brimming full.

Will you get me something?

- What do you want, darling?

- Some heather.

There's a beautiful patch

near the castle.

I want some from there.

Near the castle?

What castle, darling?

The castle on the moors, Edgar.

Go there, please.

There's no castle on the moors,

darling.

There is.

It's on the hill...

beyond Wuthering Heights.

- You mean Penistone Crag.

- Yes.

I was a queen there once.

Go there, Edgar.

Get me some heather, please.

I'll go. You sleep while I'm gone,

and rest so you'll be better tomorrow.

You've been very dear to me, Edgar.

- Very dear.

- Sleep, darling.

Robert!

Get my horse ready.

I'm going to Dr. Kenneth. Be quick.

Yes, sir.

Come here.

I was dreaming...

you might come before I died.

You might come

and scowl at me once more.

Oh, Heathcliff...

how strong you look.

How many years do you mean to live

after I'm gone?

Don't...

Don't let me go.

If I could only hold you

till we were both dead.

Will you forget me

when I'm in the earth?

I could as soon forget you

as my own life.

Cathy, if you die...

Poor Heathcliff. Come.

Let me feel how strong you are.

Strong enough to bring us both back

to life, Cathy, if you want to live.

No, Heathcliff. I want to die.

Oh, Cathy.

Why did you kill yourself?

Hold me.

Just hold me.

No, I'll not comfort you.

My tears don't love you, Cathy.

They blight and curse and damn you.

Heathcliff,

don't break my heart.

Oh, Cathy, I never broke your heart.

You broke it.

You loved me!

What right to throw love away for

the poor fancy thing you felt for him?

For a handful of worldliness?

Misery, death and all the evils

God and man could've handed down...

would never have parted us.

You did that alone.

You wandered off...

like a wanton, greedy child...

to break your heart and mine.

Heathcliff, forgive me.

We have so little time.

Oh, Cathy.

Cathy, your wasted hands.

Kiss me again.

Heathcliff, he's coming. Mr. Linton.

For heaven's sake, go! Only be quick!

It's the last time.

I won't go, Cathy. I'm here.

I'll never leave you again.

I told you, Ellen, when he went away,

that night in the rain...

I told you I belonged to him,

that he was my life, my being.

Don't listen to her ravings.

It's true.

I'm yours, Heathcliff.

I've never been anyone else's.

She doesn't know what she's saying.

You can still get out.

Go before they get here.

Take me to the window.

Let me look at the moors

with you once more.

My darling. Once more.

How beautiful the day is.

Can you see the crag...

over there

where our castle is?

I'll wait for you...

till you come.

Leave her alone.

She's mine.

She's mine now.

Miss Cathy.

Oh, my wild heart.

Miss Cathy.

She's gone.

You've done your last black deed,

Heathcliff. Leave this house.

She's at peace,

in heaven and beyond us.

What do they know of

heaven or hell, Cathy...

who know nothing of life?

Oh, they're praying for you,

Cathy.

I'll pray one prayer with them.

I repeat till my tongue stiffens:

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest

so long as I live on.

I killed you.

Haunt me, then.

Haunt your murderer.

I know that ghosts have wandered

Be with me always.

Take any form. Drive me mad.

Only do not leave me in this dark alone,

where I cannot find you.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot die without my soul.

Oh, Cathy.

Oh, my dear.

I can still see and hear

that wild hour...

I can still see and hear

that wild hour...

with poor Heathcliff trying to tear away

the veil between death and life...

crying out to Cathy's soul...

to haunt him and torment him...

till he died.

You say that was Cathy's ghost I heard

at the window?

Not her ghost...

but Cathy's love,

stronger than time itself...

still sobbing

for its unlived days...

and uneaten bread.

- What's the matter, man?

- I've gone mad.

- Stark raving mad.

- Dr. Kenneth.

I saw Heathcliff out in the moors

in the snow with a woman.

- A woman, you say?

- Yes, a woman.

I saw her with him

plain as my own eyes.

It was Cathy.

Go on, man. What happened?

No, I don't know who it was.

I was trying to get up near to them...

when suddenly my horse reared

and plunged, and I was thrown.

I called out to them, but they didn't

hear me, so I followed them.

I tell you I saw them both!

He had his arm about her.

So I climbed up after them...

and I found him.

Only him... alone...

with only his footprints

in the snow.

Under a high rock on a ledge

near Penistone Crag.

Yes.

Was he dead?

No, not dead, Dr. Kenneth.

Not alone.

He's with her.

They've only just begun to live.

Good-bye, Heathcliff.

Good-bye, my wild, sweet Cathy.

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