| There is no easy way to say this. |
| Your sister, she is dead
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| She was walking in her sleep-
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| WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!
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| She had sent her maid away, as was her custom, I understand
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| No! |
| No!
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| She walked to her window… and she fell from a great height, you see
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| No!
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| It’s a tragic accident. |
| I am so deeply sorry
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| I am leaving for London today. |
| If you need anything… anything at all…
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| this is where you’ll find me
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| (Maids enter and dress Marian for Laura’s funeral in the same way that Laura
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| was dressed for the wedding)
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| Scene: «The Village Funeral»
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| (The scene shifts and we are back in Limmeridge, at the village church where
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| Laura was married. |
| The village is gathered for her funeral. |
| We are in early
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| April—a cool, bright springtime. |
| A mound of earth where the coffin has been
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| laid. |
| A priest stands at the head of the grave, making the sign of the cross to
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| end the service)
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| I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord; |
| whosoever liveth and
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| believeth in me shall never die
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| (Sir Percival Glyde is there in black, showing the convincing outward signs of
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| grief. |
| Mr. Fairlie is in his wheelchair. |
| Marian takes her place among the
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| mourners; |
| she is still in deep shock. |
| The mourners start to move off,
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| each shaking Sir Percival Glyde’s hand. |
| He accepts their condolences with
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| grace. |
| Marian watches with horror. |
| Mr. Fairlie presents himself to Glyde)
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| How can the good Lord
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| Take my love away?
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| Far too young
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| Far too good
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| I have to face forever
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| All without my wife
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| There’s no describing my sadness
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| She was the light of my life
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| And life is so unfair…
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| Such a cross to bear
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| Still, there’s the will to contend with
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| All kinds of papers to sign
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| I can’t believe she’s gone
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| Yet we must go on
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| How can you talk of business?
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| Good God, it’s much too soon!
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| Of course. |
| We’ll wait a bit
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| That’s appropriate
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| (flustered)
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| I’m much too overcome now
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| My nerves are simply frayed
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| Why don’t you come to me
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| In June?
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| (Glyde nods. Marian arrives at the front of the line. She refuses to shake
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| Glyde’s hand)
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| (shocked)
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| Marian
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| I hope you’ll still think of me as your brother
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| (It is a charged moment and then Glyde exits with the others)
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| Scene: «Marian is Left Alone at the Grave»
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| I don’t believe a word
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| Everything he utters is a lie!
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| I was powerless
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| Just a woman
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| Too weak to save you
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| I have no doubt he murdered you
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| Laura!
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| You were all I had
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| And I can’t believe you’re gone!
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| Where is Walter?
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| He’s the only one
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| You and I can count upon
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| All for Laura
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| I will be strong
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| I will live to right this wrong!
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| (She exits with determination)
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| Scene: «Hartright in London»
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| (The scene shifts. We are in London, the Embankment next to the river Thames.
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| It is twilight. |
| A strange greenish light and swirls of fog; |
| an eerie,
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| desolate London peopled by the dispossessed. |
| By the river there are huddles of
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| homeless people, dressed in rags, some drinking from bottles of gin.
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| It is early May, but still cold and frosty at night. |
| Suddenly we see Walter
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| Hartright. |
| He is a very changed man: his clothes are shabby, he is unshaven—he
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| is not down and out, but he is close to it. |
| He walks aimlessly along the
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| embankment. |
| Some of the street people reach out to him)
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| Spare me a penny, sir?
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| (Hartright stops, looks in his pocket, takes out a coin)
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| This is my last one
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| Then I won’t deprive you
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| (He looks at it a moment. The beggar turns away)
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| Please take it, it’s yours
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| (He throws it to the beggar. The beggar takes it, looks at him. Another beggar
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| addresses him)
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| Here, take some comfort
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| To help you forget, sir
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| (She hands him a bottle of gin. He shakes his head)
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| My thoughts and my memories
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| Are all I have left now
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| (He bows to the beggars, moves on, passing other people of the street.) |