南方与北方(英文剧本)1
别妄想泡我
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What a business this wedding has been, what an expense.
You know, sometimes, my dear sister, I envy you your little country parsonage.
You two married for love, I know.
Now, of course, Edith can afford to do that.
Go on, Captain! Dance! Dance with your bride.
- You are bored, Miss Margaret. - No.
- I'm tired. - Oh.
I'm exhausted. And a little too grown-up for ornaments like this.
When I get married, I want to wake up on a sunny day,
put on my favorite dress and just walk to the church.
There.
There. Is that better?
I think you look very well.
You would look very well whatever you wore.
I love my cousin dearly. I've been very happy in this house.
But I'll be even happier to go home to Helstone.
Ah, the wonderful Helstone. You cannot be kept away?
No. I cannot.
It's the best place on earth.
Margaret. Is that you?
M... Mr. Lennox. W... what's happened?
- Is it Edith? Some accident? - No, no, calm yourself. No such calamity.
I have come to visit paradise...
...as you suggested.
Well...
Mr. Lennox.
Y... You'd better sit down.
This is home.
Mama, you remember Mr. Lennox?
Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, of course, I...
I could walk this route with my eyes closed.
I've been visiting Father's parishioners since I was a very small girl.
Did you hear what I just said?
Sorry, I...
I was just remembering your prescription for a perfect wedding.
"I should like to walk to church on a sunny morning."
Was this the path you were describing?
Why, yes, I suppose so, I...
wasn't actually thinking of MY wedding, you understand.
- I was wondering, Margaret, whether... - Please, don't won...
...whether you might consider making that walk,
sharing that morning with one who... Please, listen.
Please. Don't continue.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me. I...
You led me to believe that such an offer would not be unwelcome.
A London girl would know not to talk of wedding days in such ambiguous terms.
Excuse me, I... said nothing I am ashamed of.
I... I'm sorry if you have been mistaken in my affections for you.
Is there someone else, someone else you prefer?
No.
I do like you, Henry.
But I am not ready to marry anyone. You must believe that I mean what I say.
Henry, I...
...I- I'm sorry.
We'll be on the streets...
in a strange place.
Mama, I told you, we'll stay at a hotel until we find a house. It won't take long.
Perhaps Dixon and I could stay on the coast while you look.
Yes... as the misses is so delicate.
No, Maria. Your place is with us. It will not take us long to find a house.
My old college friend, Mr. Bell, has agreed to help.
He's already organized a list of potential pupils. There'll be plenty of teaching for me.
There will be no people there like us in Milton. How can there be?
We will manage, Mother. It's not
ss.
Miss. Miss, please.
Miss, please, miss... Please!
My darling Margaret, we are back at last from our honeymoon in Corfu.
We've been away so long I'm almost fluent in Greek - or so the Captain says.
But you know, everything he says is always so agreeable.
Dear Margaret... Now I shall say something that will make you very angry,
but I can't help it.
What was Uncle thinking of, taking you all so far away from home?
Why on earth are you in that awful place where they make cotton,
where no one who is anyone wishes to buy it?
I am sure we'll always wear linen.
Dear Edith, I'm pleased to report
that we've replaced the horrible wallpapers with altogether more agreeable colors.
Dixon has only - if you think this possible - grown in energy.
She has set herself the task of engaging an under-maid,
but as yet there isn't anyone within a radius of 50 miles
who is remotely suitable to wait on us hand and foot.
I'll sit, if you don't mind
Hm. You'll be expected to be well up before the family to light the fires.
I'm sorry, I'm not getting up at five in the morning.
And I'm not working for those wages.
I can get four shillings as a piecer at Hamper's.
Anyway, if you don't mind me asking,
where's the money coming from to pay for me?
This house must be ?0 a year, and there's not much coming in from what I've heard.
I'll come and go as I please!
And I don't need no bossy, jumped-up servant
to tell me what's what and how to behave! You can keep your rotten job!
Me, a servant, indeed
I don't know what the master was thinking of, subjecting us to all this gossip!
Margaret?
What's the matter?
There is some talk...
Margaret?
Margaret? What does she mean, talk?
I did hear some people talking, when we were house-hunting.
About why we moved to Milton... so abruptly. Why you left the church.
People are... talking?
Well, it's only natural, after all, that people should wonder.
It's not usual for clergymen to leave their parish,
travel hundreds of miles, as if to escape something.
Just because we follow you without question...
It's from the bishop.
- It's not about Frederick? - No. I keep that letter with me always.
To reassure me that I made the right decision.
I... is this all?
"I ask that all rectors in the diocese of the New Forest
"reaffirm their belief in the Book of Common Prayer."
Exactly. The effrontery! The man's ten years our junior.
He tries to treat us all like children.
But this is a formality, surely... to reaffirm.
My conscience will not let me.
I can and have lived quietly with my doubts for...
well, for some years now, but...
I cannot swear publicly to doctrines I am no longer sure of.
Now, we men of conscience have to make a stand.
- We? - Yes, there are others who have doubts.
We all agreed. We could not reaffirm.
Are you
suppose you are not musical, as I see no piano.
I am fond of music, but I cannot play well myself.
As you can see, this house would hardly bear a grand instrument.
We sold ours when we moved.
Yes, these rooms are far too small for entertaining.
Our staircases are wider than the whole width of this room.
I wonder how you can exist without a piano.
It almost seems to me a necessity of life.
- There are concerts here, I believe. - Oh, yes. Rather crowded.
They let in anybody. But we have whatever is the fashion in London.
A little later, unfortunately.
- You know London, of course. - Oh, yes.
I lived there with my aunt and cousin for a while.
Oh! London and the Alhambra. They are the two places I long to see.
The Alhambra?
Yes, ever since I read the "Tales of the Alhambra". Do you know them?
Oh... I don't... think so.
But it's a very easy journey to London and not half so far.
Yes, but...
Mama has never been to London. She cannot understand why I long to go.
She's very proud of Milton.
Dirty, smoky place that it is. I can't wait to leave.
May I ask why you chose to come and live in Milton?
I mean... why did you leave wherever it was?
- Helstone. - Oh.
Well, it...
...it-it was my husband's decision.
It was a matter of... of conscience.
But Mr. Hale is no longer a clergyman, I thought.
My husband very much enjoys his lessons with Mr. Thornton.
I think it makes him feel young again.
Classics are all very well for men who loiter life away in the country or in colleges.
But Milton men ought to have all their energies absorbed by today's work.
They should have one aim only.
Which is to maintain an honorable place amongst the merchants of this country.
Go where you will,
the name of John Thornton in Milton, manufacturer and magistrate,
is known and respected amongst all men of business.
And sought after by all the young women in Milton.
Not all of them, surely.
If you had a son like mine, Mrs. Hale,
you would not be embarrassed to sing his praises.
If you can bear to visit our dirty, smoky home,
we shall receive you next week.
Mrs. Thornton.
Well, what a splendid house! Erm...
But, er... do you not find the proximity to the mill a little, erm...
...well, noisy?
Never.
I've not become so fine as to forget the source of my son's power and wealth.
The mill is everything.
There is no other factory like it in Milton.
This house is my son's achievement.
Did I tell you, Thornton, about the price of raw cotton in Le Havre?
- I believe you did. - Come on, Thornton.
Even you can spot a bargain. Cotton's a great deal cheaper from the Caribbean.
I'll bet you Egyptian is still cheaper.
They can't offer those prices for long.
They'll be bankrupt in a year and our supply'll be interrupted.
I'd rather pay more for a steady supply through L
iverpool. We'll all lose in the end.
Thornton's as straight as they come. He won't risk Malborough Mill,
even if it means not speculating.
That's best, surely, with so many lives depending on the factory's success?
Well... that would be the Christian way.
Hear the latest over clamoring for a new wheel?
- Thought you'd agreed to it. - I had.
First, the men threatened to turn out if I didn't install it. It would've cost me ?00.
It blows away the strands that fly off in the sorting rooms.
- Helps keeps fluff off the workers' lungs. - So, what was the problem?
Some workers claimed they'd need more money to work with a wheel.
- What? - Yes. Believe me.
They heard it'd make 'em hungrier than they say they are!
- Make them hungry - Yes.
There wouldn't be so much fluff to swallow, so their bellies'd be emptier.
Oh, yes. So... Oh, and this is the beautiful part.
They said I'd have to pay 'em more.
Now the men can't agree to what they want, so I've been spared ?00
and the men have themselves to thank for the carding rooms being like Christmas.
Come on, Thornton. Surely you won't approve of workers telling you what to pay 'em?
I've had a wheel in all my sheds for two years.
- More fool you. I can't see profit in it. - There is no immediate profit.
- Not in pounds, shillings and pence. - But? Well, there is a "but", in't there?
But...
my workers are healthier. Their lungs don't clog so easily.
They work for me longer. And their children. Even you'll see profit in that.
But surely, erm... it's the right path, also.
Sound business sense, Mr. Hale, and I cannot operate under any other moral law.
I do not run a charitable institution.
My workers expect me to be hard, but truthful.
I tell them how things are and they take it or leave it.
- Harkness tries tricks with his. - You've got to keep them on their toes.
It's a war, and we masters have to win it or go under.
Hear, hear!
Mama, I have a letter from Edith. Would you like me to read it to you?
She sends love from Aunt Shaw.
Your father prefers the company of Milton traders.
As if there wasn't enough to do already! We've got no help to speak of.
I have to do everything.
It's all the master's fault.
He took leave of his senses when he brought us here.
He is not the vicar of Helstone any more.
He has thrown away his position in society and brought us all down with him.
He'll be the death of us all!
Dixon.
I know you love my mother, but you forget yourself.
Please don't talk about my father in that way.
It's not for you to question his motives or judgment.
You're a servant in this house. Keep such thoughts to yourself,
or you are free to go back to Helstone whenever you choose.
Like it or not... we are here.
I will help you.
You, Miss Margaret? In the kitchen?
Yes. Me.
I can learn to starch and iron, a