crawler around
one of those damned German kings,
as I believe some people are.
If you mean me, I'm a woman of...
Yes, and a good thing for you that you are.
If you were a man, I'd have
lent you a flick long ago!
Brother, I think you are a perfect goat.
Good night, sir.
Good night, Sister.
(bleats)
Brother!
Brother!
Brother!
Oh, stop!
Brother!
Brother, have you not noticed something
very extraordinary about Sophie lately?
Tell me, then. You know I love that girl
more than my own soul.
Well, unless I am deceived,
my niece is desperately in love.
In love?
In love?! Without my consent?!
I'll disinherit her!
I'll cast her out-of-doors
stark naked without a farthing!
Where is she?
Supposing she should have fixed on
the very person you would have wished?
No. No! She can love whom she pleases,
but she'll marry the man I choose!
But she has fixed on the very person
you would have wished!
- What?
- What think you of Mr Blifil?
- Young Blifil?
- Well, who else could there be?
In this rude country and society.
Who else is of her class?
'Fore George...
Nothing could lie handier together
than Allworthy's estates and mine.
Come, Sister.
What do you advise me to do?
I think you should propose the match
to Mr Allworthy... immediately.
I will propose it.
Saddle my horse!
Well, Nephew, how do you feel about this
marriage between you and Miss Western?
- I will do exactly as you wish, Uncle.
- Oh, come, sir.
That is a cold answer when confronted by
the prospect of so beautiful a young lady.
My dear Uncle,
I am well aware of the many pleasures
of that noble institution, marriage,
and I will gladly call upon the young lady
at any time she will receive me.
Good. You shall call upon her
this very afternoon.
Sophie, dear,
what book is that you're reading?
A sad one.
- You blush, my dear Sophie.
- I have no thoughts to be ashamed of.
Now, Sophie, you know how I love you.
You know the easiness of my nature.
I have not always been like this.
I used to be thought cruel -
by the men, I mean.
I was called "the cruel Parthenissa".
Now come.
I have news that will delight you.
What news, Aunt?
This very afternoon your father has
arranged for you to receive your lover.
My lover?
He's coming?! This afternoon?!
Yes. And you're to put on
all your best airs.
Why, Aunt!
You almost frighten me out of my senses!
You will come to yourself again.
He's a charming young fellow.
Dear, dear Aunt... I know
none of such perfections.
So brave, and yet so gentle.
So handsome.
What matters his being baseborn?
Baseborn? What do you mean?
- Mr Blifil, baseborn?
- Mr Blifil?
Mr Blifil. Of whom else
have we been talking?
- Why, Mr Jones!
- Mr Jones?!
Mr Blifil?! You can't be in earnest!
Oh, then I am
the most unhappy woman alive.
How can you think of disgracing your
family by allying yourself to a... bastard?
Madam, you have extorted this from me.
Whatever were my thoughts
of that poor, unhappy Mr Jones,
I had intended to carry them to the grave.
I would rather follow you to that grave
than see you disgrace us
by such a match!
Yes! Yes!
No, no, no, no, no!
I will not marry that idiot!
To force me to do so would be to kill me!
Then die and be damned!
Damn me! What a misery it is
to have daughters,
when a man has a good mare and dogs.
Tom, that pig-headed hussy
dares to refuse to marry Mr Blifil.
I'll turn her penniless out-of-doors
if she doesn't!
Go to her, lad, and see what you can do.
Sophie! Sophie!
- Sophie!
- (Tom) Sophie!
No! No! No, no! No!
- Sophie!
- Brother! Brother!
Sophie!
(Sophie sobs)
Sophie... Sophie...
Sophie, Sophie... Shh.
My dearest, promise
you won't give yourself to Blifil.
- Don't say that name to me!
- Tell me, tell me I may hope!
Tom, you must go.
- Sophie, please...
- Or you'll be destroyed.
The only destruction I fear is the loss
of my Sophie. I cannot part with you.
Can't I make you