saw in my life.
Why, Honor, I do believe
you're in love with him.
I assure you, ma'am, I'm not.
If you were, I see no reason
that you should be ashamed of it.
For he is certainly a handsome fellow.
That he is - the most handsome man
I ever saw in my life.
And, as you say, ma'am, I don't know why
I should be ashamed of looking at him,
even though he is my better.
For gentlefolk are but flesh and blood,
like us servants.
I am an honest person's child,
and my mother and father were married -
which is more than some people can say.
Honor!
My grandfather was a clergyman,
and he'd have been very angry
to have thought any of his family had
taken up with Molly Seagrim's leavings.
Why, ma'am,
the young gentleman is awake.
Yes. You've awakened him
with your foolish chatter.
I feel awake for the first time, madam.
(musical interlude)
"...after narrow scru...
narrow scrutiny,
found some magical books..." Ha-haar!
"...several vials of strange liquors,
pots of ointment..."
(musical interlude continues)
Remember that picnic, Sister, last year,
when Western sat on a wasps' nest?
I shall never forget it!
Oh, it's so beautiful this summer.
Brother... Brother...
- Brother!
- Whoa! Whoa!
- I can't...
- It's all right. It's all right.
(hums and whistles)
Why the long face, Blif?
- Such a terrible thing.
- What's happened?
There's been an accident.
My mother is dead.
Blif...
And Squire Allworthy?
He's not expected to live.
Shh.
Fever has developed and there
is little hope. We can only pray.
Something for which
you have scant relish!
"Forasmuch as it hath pleased
Almighty God of his great mercy
to take unto himself the soul
of our dear sister here departed,
we therefore commit
her body to the ground,
earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life,
through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen."
Well, there's another one gone.
So sorry.
Cheer up, lad.
She will be with the angels, my boy.
Our mortal forms are but shadows
of a purer reality.
- Thank you for your comforting words.
- She was a great lady.
Sir, some time before your mother died
she gave me a letter.
Her instructions were to hand it
to Mr Allworthy as she was buried.
I will give it to my uncle.
She expressly said
into no hands but Mr Allworthy's.
Lawyer Dowling, if my uncle lives
he will need a new steward.
I intend to recommend you.
You are most kind, sir.
Do not grieve, my dear nephew.
Do not grieve.
Sir, you cannot die.
Death comes to us all, Tom.
I have asked you here
to tell you of my will.
Nephew Blifil, I leave you heir to my
whole estate, with these exceptions.
To you, my dear Tom,
I have given an estate of Pounds.800 a year,
together with Pounds.1,000 in ready money.
I am convinced, my boy,
that you have much goodness,
generosity and honour in your nature.
If you will add prudence and religion
to these, you must be happy.
Pounds.1,000 I leave to you, Mr Thwackum,
and a like sum to you, Mr Square -
which I am convinced exceeds
your desires as well as your wants.
As for my servants,
for Marjorie and Jane, Pounds.100 each.
"...my soul shall praise the Lord
even to death,
and my life was drawing
near to hell beneath..."
Mr Allworthy's recovered!
It's over! The fever's gone!
He's sitting up! He's well again!
The squire's recovered!
It's over!
It is not true that drink
changes a man's character.
It can reveal it more clearly.
The Squire's recovery brought joy to Tom,
to his tutors sheer disappointment.
Sing, thick Thwackum,
your bounty's flown...
You have good reason for your
drunkenness, you beggarly bastard!
- He's provided well enough for you!
- Do you think that could weigh with me?
- Damn you, Thwackum!
- How dare you, sir?!
And damn me
if I don't open another bottle.
I shall sing you a ballad, entitled "Sing,