All language subtitles for Tess of the D Urbervilles episode 2.en

The Durbeyfields are the
greatest gentlefolk in the county.

A family vault in Kingsbere
is the extent of your legacy.

What you've got to do
is go claim kin.

What would I have to do
to win your affections?

Why should I be scared?
Well, the ladies need partners and
I'm inclined to have a fling.

You'll never love me, will you,
Tess? I have never loved you, Alec,
and I never will.

O merciful God,
have pity upon my poor baby.

I know how I have sinned
and I must be punished,

but I beg you.

Heap your anger on me

and spare my child.

He will get well again, won't he?

He won't suckle.

He won't stop crying.

Mother, please!

John, I am begging you,
please, let us call Parson Tringham.

We'll do no such thing!
But if baby's not baptised, John...

No parson shall come inside this
door, prying into my affairs.
Father, please!

Good God, girl,
haven't you brought enough shame

onto our good name as it is?

There'll be no parson beneath
my roof! From now on, we keep
our business to ourselves!

I baptise thee, Sorrow,
in the name of the Father and
of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Say, "Amen," children.

Amen. Our father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name. Join in.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
BABY SCREAMS

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive them that
trespass against us...

BABY CONTINUES TO SCREAM

It will be just the same
for Sorrow, won't it, sir?

In the next life?

Well, it's hard to say.

But I have baptised him,
just as you would have.

Yes, I understand you, Tess,

but ecclesiastically you lack
the necessary qualifications.

But you will give him
a Christian burial?

I'm afraid that is not in my power.

But a child,

a little baby, who's never
sinned in his little life,

to hide him away in the night
with the suicides
and the drunks and the sinners,

it's...it's wicked!

There are rules, Tess,
there are principles!

I can't understand them,
I don't know what they mean!

If it just concerned the two of us,
I would gladly give your child
a Christian burial, but I cannot.

Perhaps it will be just the same
for him, even if you don't. Will it?

Please don't speak to me
as saint to sinner.

Speak to me as you yourself,
to me myself.

In God's eyes, will it be the same?

In God's eyes,

it will be just the same.

But I will not, cannot give
your child a Christian burial.

Then I do not like you, and
I do not like your God, and I will
not set foot in your church again.

DOOR SLAMS

TESS CRIES

Send Mr Crick our best wishes.

You'll do well there.

Promise me that you'll tell
no-one of your troubles.

What's past is past.
I know. Promise me, Tess.

I promise.

COW MOOS

You found us easy enough?
I followed your herd.

I've never seen such fine beasts.

Finest animals in the world.

Finest pastures too.
You know these parts?

No, sir. Though my ancient
ancestors come from around here.
Is that right?

It's a long time ago.
It's all forgotten now.

You're awful pale, girl.
You sure you can stand the work?

'Tis comfortable enough here
for us rough folk, but we don't
live in a cowcumber frame.

I've been indoors a great deal
this past winter, that's all.

I don't want my cows
running dry on me.

I'll show you now, sir, if you wish.

Some milks easy, some milks hard.

I'll start you off
on Old Pretty here.

Don't you want some victuals first?
A dish of tea?

Oh, I'll just have some of this
if I may, sir.

HE LAUGHS

I don't know how you can swallow it.
I haven't touched it in years.

Lies in my innards like lead.

To my thinking, the cows don't give
down their milk today as usual.

It's because there's
a new hand come among us.

I've heard that their milk goes
up into their horns. It's true!

Well, that's one possibility.
What d'you reckon, sir?

Well, from an anatomical point
of view, I confess I'm sceptical.

Folks, we must lift a stave
or two, see if that helps.

Perhaps you could go
and get your harp, sir!

I fear that would have
the opposite effect, Izzy.

A song, then. Sing it out, ladies.
Good and strong.

# Oh, the snow, it melts the soonest

# When the winds begin to sing

# And the corn, it ripens fastest

# When the frosts are setting in

# And when a young man tells me that

# My face he'll soon forget

# Before we part, I'll tell him now

# He'd be fain to follow it yet. #

HARP PLAYS

His name's Mr Angel Clare.

Angel, Angel, Angel.

A parson's son from Emminster way.

He's a deep sort.
He's too taken up with his own
thoughts to notice us girls.

Speak for yourself, Izz Huett.

Listen!
HARP CONTINUES TO BE PLAYED

He sleeps upstairs.

Angel's in his heaven.

So near and yet so far.

I tell you,
I love Angel Clare with all my heart,

but he still can't play
that rotten bloody harp.

THEY LAUGH

What brings you all this way, Tess?

Just...felt like a change, s'all.

Trouble at home?

No matter. Work's hard,
but Crick's a good sort.

You'll be happy here. I hope so.

And some say
that when the moon is full

you can still see the figure
of the white lady
gliding across the water meadow,

her severed head tucked
neatly underneath her arm.

You come out with some
nonsense, Marian Lewell.

It's true! True as I'm sitting here.

I don't know about ghosts,

but I do know that our souls
can be made to go out of our
bodies when we're alive.

Really now?

How so, maidy?

A very good way to feel 'em go
is to lie on the grass at night

and look straight up at some big,
bright star, and by fixing your mind
upon it you'll soon find that

you are hundreds and hundreds
of miles away from your body,

which you don't seem to want at all.

Is that right, maidy?

It's just...

just a fancy.

Here's one. Has anyone heard of the
Ghostly Carriage of Egdon Slope? No!

PLAYS DISCORDANT NOTE

Damn, damn and blast it!
Bloody thing!

TESS LAUGHS

Tess? Tess! Wait a moment, Tess!

Stop! I wasn't spying, I was
just walking, getting some air,
and I heard the harp.

There's nothing
to be afraid of, Tess.
You seem afraid of so many things.

Me?

Oh, no, sir. Not of outdoor things.

You have indoor fears?

Well, yes, sir.

I suppose so.

What of?

Well, I couldn't quite say.

Ah, life in general?

Yes. I suppose so.

It is all rather serious, isn't it?

This business of being alive.

Sometimes I see the numbers
of tomorrows all in a line,

the others getting smaller and
smaller as they stand further away,

but they all seem so fierce to me.

It's as if they're saying,
"Beware of me! I'm coming!"

And sometimes...

it's a silly thought.

Go on.

Sometimes I note
the days of the year...

..the birthdays,

the anniversaries of events,
both good and bad...

..and I think that there is another
date greater than all of those...

the date on which I shall die...

..just lying there...

..sly and quiet
among all the other days...

..waiting for me.

Who knows? Perhaps it is today.

Well, Tess, I think that
I can safely say that that's...

quite the gloomiest
thing I've ever heard.

Good God, that's depressing.

CLOCK RINGS

Heavens' sake, Marian,
I've told you enough times! Sorry!
It won't happen again!

That's what you said last time!
It's nearly six,
the day's half gone!

If you can't get up, someone else'll
have to do. I'd be happy to do it.
I'll do it.

Well, that's settled, then. As of
tomorrow, it's Tess and Mr Clare.

Don't push! You can see just as well
as I! It's no use being in love with
him any more, Retty Priddle.

His thoughts are of other cheeks
than thine!

You needn't laugh, Izz.
I saw you kissing his shade.

What did you see her doing?

He was standing over the whey tub
and the shadow of his face came upon
the wall behind, close to Izz,

and she put her lips
against the wall
and kissed the shadow of his mouth!

Oh, Izz Huett!

So? There's no harm in it!

I'd marry him tomorrow.

I too. I'd marry him and more.

Well, we can't all marry him.
We shan't none of us marry him.
Why not?

Because he likes Tess Durbeyfield
best.

So silly, all this is. He won't
marry any of us, or Tess either.

A gentleman's son marry a milkmaid?

He might ask us to milk
his herd, but nothing more.

The sooner we get that
into our heads the better.

TESS KNOCKS

Mr Clare?

It's like we're the only people
on Earth, Tess. Adam and Eve, Tess.

Adam and Eve.

They say there are tremendous
opportunities for farmers in Brazil,

if you have the courage and drive.

Fertile land as far
as the eye can see.

I'll live like some new Abraham,

just myself, my flocks and herds.

It sounds very lonely.

Just the sheep to talk to.

Perhaps I'll take a wife with me.

What about you, Tess,
do you have no ambitions?

Ambitions?

I wanted to be a teacher once.

Really?

What happened? It came to nothing.

You seem very sure
of what the future holds, Tess.

Perhaps you'll be happy.

I hope so.

I know I'm happy now.

So am I.

What say you, Mr Clare?

Garlic.

THEY GROAN
It tastes of garlic. Garlic!

I thought there wasn't a blade
left. We must start again.

What, the whole mead?

The whole mead. This can't continue!

How are you, Tess? Very well, sir.

Concentrate, Mr Clare.

Quite right. Concentrate.

THUNDER CRASHES

BELLS CHIME

We can't get there
without walking through it.

We could go the turnpike way.

Service'll be started by then.

Whole congregation staring at us.

That's that, then.
I'm going back to bed.

Marian! Get back here now!

Forgive him, Lord,
he knows not what he does.

Marian! That's Scripture!

Good morning, ladies!
And how lovely you all look.

You'll forgive my lack
of formal attire,

I was curious to see the extent of
the flooding, but all seems well.

Now I see the problem. Perhaps I can
be of assistance. Who's first?

First for what, sir?
I'll carry you. Across the water.

Don't go away!

And I'm supposed to
put my arms around his neck,

and put my face against his,
and feel his arms around me,

and put my face against his?
I don't think I can.
There's nothing in it, Retty.

That's what you say.
I think I'm going to burst.

Thank you, Mr Clare.

As Scripture says,
"There's a time to embrace, and
a time to refrain from embracing."

It's time to embrace.

Retty, a nice easy one this time.

Whoa!

I'm going to kiss him. I don't care
what happens, I'm going to kiss him.

You wouldn't mind, would you?
If I tried?

I know that you're his favourite
and all. Izzy.

I've got to try, haven't I?
I might never get another chance.

How do I look? Do I look pretty?

Tell me, Tess? Very pretty, Izz.

Here I go.

Wish me luck.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

I think I can climb along the bank
after all.

Tess, no! Really, I'm quite all
right. Tess! And you must be
so tired.

Oh!

Three Leahs to get one Rachel.

What d'you mean?

the labour just for this moment.

They are a lot better women
than I, all of them.

Not to me.

I'm not too heavy?

Compared to Marian,
you're like gossamer.
You're a billow warmed by the sun.

That's very pretty,

if I seem like that to you.

I didn't expect
an event like this today.

Nor I.

The water came up so quickly.

That's not what I meant at all.

Ladies.

Come on, we'll be late.

I was sure he was going to kiss me.

I lay still,
hoping and hoping that he'd kiss me.
But he didn't. No, he didn't.

I wish I was dead. Don't say that!

It's true.
If he were to marry you...

He won't!
It's a summer fancy is all, Retty.

Marrying is not in his mind,
and even if he were to ask,
I would refuse him.

You would? I would have to refuse
him. Why?

She says she won't marry him,
even if he asks.

Too late for that now anyway.

Why?

She's a young lady,
a doctor of divinity's daughter,
out Emminster way.

Mercy something-or-other.

Very pretty, they say, very proper.

And they're engaged?
Not engaged as such, not yet,

though she is of his own rank
and of his family's choosing.

Four more months he's with me.

Come Christmas he'll be moving on,
starting a new life. I just thought
it best you know.

I don't care what I do any more.

I was going to marry
a dairyman at Stickleford.

He's asked me twice, but...

my soul, I think
I'd rather die than be his wife.

I really am going to kill myself.

Retty! That's enough.

Mr Clare?

Mr Clare?
TESS OPENS THE DOOR

Miss Mercy Chant?

Angel!

You're back!

I had no idea. It was an impulse.

I thought I'd surprise my parents.

How are you, Mercy?

You look very well. Thank you.

You look very...

..brown.

From my labours in the fields!

Look at my hands!

Oh, some black puddings, some mead.

Gifts for my parents. Mead?

Goodness gracious.

What has happened
to you, Angel Clare?

I will see you at church, I'm sure.

I hope so.

Goodbye, Angel.

GIGGLING
That's enough now!

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Excuse me.

Of course. Angel?

Angel? Is it really you?

The prodigal returns!

'He's an old adversary of mine,'

a notorious and dissolute young man,

Mr Alec D'Urberville.

he felt was aimed in his direction.

As I'm sure it was. Indeed.

Afterwards, we came to blows.

Not literally, I hope.
Not quite, but he came close.

Soon afterwards his mother died.

Poor man took it rather harder
than expected.

He comes to see me quite often now,
to discuss spiritual matters.

I know a Durbeyfield, on the farm.

A distant relation perhaps?

Not possible.
The family's real name was Stoke.

Made their money in chocolate,
I believe!

They bought the name.

Pure vanity and affectation.

No, no,

the last of the true D'Urbervilles

died out long, long ago.

# I see the stars

# I hear the mighty thunder

# My path throughout

# The universe's plain

# Then sings my soul

# My saviour come to thee... #

Come along,
we must be getting home now.

I suppose it is farming or nothing
with you now?

It seems so, Felix. In England?

The Colonies.

Brazil, possibly. Brazil?

But aren't they all Roman Catholics?

Are they? I hadn't thought of it.

I do entreat you, Angel,
to keep in touch with moral ideals.

Clearly farming means
roughing it externally,

but high-thinking may go with
plain living nevertheless.

Felix, why should you think
I've lost my moral ideals?

Well, we just thought, didn't we,
Cuthbert, from your letters,
that you were somehow losing...

well, intellectual grasp.

Well, perhaps you're right, Felix.

I daresay you are looking
for the black puddings.

I suggested to your father that
we take Mrs Crick's kind present

to the children of the poor man
in the village who cannot find work
at present,

and he agreed with me that it
would be a great pleasure to them.

So we did!

I see. Of course.

The mead I found so intensely
alcoholic, it was quite unfit
for use as a beverage.

I've put it in my medicine chest.

For emergencies.

Well, I had rather hoped to tell
her that we'd enjoyed her gifts.

Well, you cannot, if we did not.

It's a shame. That mead
was a spot of pretty tipple.

A what?

I've taken the trouble of putting
aside a sum of money every year

towards the purchase or lease
of some land.

Thank you, Father.
Though I remain sceptical
as to the purpose of this labour,

if not for the honour
and glory of God.

I hope for the honour
and glory of Man.

Then we should discuss the terms.

Before we do so, Father,

I will need some assistance?
A bailiff? A wife.

That seems not unreasonable.

And what sort of wife
do you think would be best for me

as a thrifty, hard-working farmer?

A truly Christian woman.

Indeed, the daughter of
my good-friend Doctor Chant.

But ought she not to be able to milk
cows, churn butter, rear chickens?

Perhaps,
but for a pure and saintly woman,

you will find no-one more to your
advantage than your friend Mercy.

Yes, yes, Mercy Chant, but Father...

Mother should hear this.

Mother! Mother!

Yes?

I came here today
to tell you that fate,

or Providence, or God if you wish,
has placed in my path a woman,

a regular church-goer
of simple faith, honest-hearted,

receptive, intelligent, graceful,
pure, virtuous as a Vestal.

She is also, I might add,
exceptionally beautiful.

But Angel,

is she from...a good family?

Is she, in short...a lady?

She is not what in common parlance
is called a "lady", but a lady
nevertheless, in feeling and nature.

But in common parlance?

She's a milkmaid.

Mercy Chant is of a good family!

Oh, pooh to good families! Angel!

What is the use of a good family
in the life I shall lead?

Mercy is accomplished, and
accomplishments have their charm.

And Tess has accomplishments.
She has many accomplishments, Mother!

True, she has no formal education,
but she is an apt pupil,

brim full of poetry,
and actualised poetry!

She lives
what paper-poets only write!

She's also a devote, unimpeachable
God-fearing Christian, precisely of
the species you desire to propagate!

Angel, please! I beg your pardon,
Mother, but all this talk of Mercy
Chant. Can Mercy milk a cow?

Or cook? Perhaps not.

But Mercy Chant is
our choice, Angel.

There was a time
she seemed to be your choice too.

Goodbye, Mother. I will write soon.

Be sure that you do.

Angel...
You know, of course, that no-one

could be less concerned with worldly
wealth and status than myself.

It makes no difference to me
if she's penniless or well-provided,

a milkmaid or a lady,

providing...

she is pure

and of good faith.

Of course, legally you're at liberty
to do as you please.

We simply ask that you pay
the closest possible attention
to her faith,

her virtue, her history

and morality before you make
what will no doubt be

the most important decision
of your life.

Mr Clare, I'd wondered where...
Tess, you will not Mr Clare me
ever again!

I'm devoted to you, Tess, with all
my heart, and I love and adore you

in all sincerity, and I shall need
a wife, Tess, someone by my side.

And I can think of no-one better,
more beautiful,
more virtuous than you.

Be my wife!

Mr Clare, I cannot be your wife.

But Tess... No, it cannot be.

But you love me, Tess? Yes!

And I would rather be yours
than anybody's in the whole world.

But I cannot marry you!

You are engaged to someone else? No!

You love another man?
How can you ask that?

Then why do you refuse me?

Your parents would not like me.
They will when they meet you, Tess.

That's why I went home, to tell them
all about you. You have someone else!

In Emminster, I know all about her.
Mercy?

How did...?

Mercy Chant is a friend, Tess. An
old childhood friend, nothing more.

I love...have only ever loved you.

And I love you.

I only ever want to love you.

But I will not...

I cannot marry you.

You didn't come for me this morning.

I've started to wonder
if you're avoiding me, Tess.

Perhaps I spoke too soon?
Perhaps you need time to reconsider.

Do you need more time, Tess?

It's because of Retty.

I swore to her that I would never be
your wife. It would break her heart.

You cannot tie our future happiness
to that of Retty Priddle's, Tess.
It's absurd. I made a promise!

I will not break my word.

I promised myself I would never
kiss you until you were mine,

but I can't help myself, Tess.

This is torture.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't
read, I can do nothing until I hear
that some day you'll be my wife.

Then I will tell you.

I will tell you my experiences
and all about myself, everything.

I will give you a complete answer.
A complete and final answer?
Yes. Soon?

This week.

Tomorrow. Sunday.

Sunday, then.

But I may hope, Tess?

Say I may hope.

The London train's a quarter
of four. You're sure you don't want
me to go instead? We'll be fine.

Be careful then. The two of you.

Walk on.

Your hands are like cold marble.
Come here, come closer.

I was born in Marlott,
about 25 miles from here.

I have little to say
of my childhood, except
that it was happy...in places.

But there was trouble in my family.

My father wasn't very industrious.

He drank.

He drinks a little...

and one day

he was told something
very peculiar...

about us.

About me.

Go on.
I am not in fact a Durbeyfield,

but a D'Urberville,

a direct descendant
of that great family

and we are gone to nothing.

A D'Urberville?

Yes.

And is that all the trouble, Tess?

I was told you hated old families.

I do! I hate the aristocratic
principle, but if you take my name,
you'll escape yours.

I suppose I will. Then do it.

One word, Tess. Say yes!

If you're sure it will make you
very happy to have me as your wife.

It will. And if you want me,

all of me,

whatever my past offences.

I do.

Then...

..yes.

Yes, you will? Yes! Oh, yes!

This doesn't look
much like gladness, Tess.

Because I've broken my vow.

I promised myself
I would never marry.

But you are glad?

Tess, you do care for me?

Now do you believe me?

We must keep it secret, even from
Crick, until we can name the day.

But I must write to my mother.

You don't mind me doing that?
Of course not.

Where did you say she lives? Marlott.

The other side of Blackmore Vale.
I know Marlott.

You danced there once.

A May Day, some years ago.

You?

That was you!

I knew it!
I knew I'd seen you somewhere before!

Good night.

"Dear Tess...

"But Tess,

"I say between ourselves,
quite private, but very strong,

"that on no account, do you say
a word about your bygone trouble.

"Many a woman,
some the highest in the land,

"have had a trouble in their time,
and why should you trumpet yours
when they don't trumpet theirs?

"Especially as it was long ago
and not your fault at all.

"I know it is
in your childish nature

"to tell all that is in your heart,

"but remember you did solemnly
promise me never to let it out.

"What's past is past.

"Your affectionate mother, Joan."

This is what I wanted you to see.
What is it?

It's your ancestral seat, Tess,
the House of the D'Urberville!

To think I'm marrying into nobility!

Lady Teresa D'Urberville.

No Lady. Just dairymaid Tess.

Not that I approve, of course,
politically speaking, but at least
my mother will be pleased.

You must revert to the old spelling
while you still can. D'Urberville!

I like the other way best.
No, you must!

You must stop all these arrivistes
snapping it up, passing themselves
off as the real thing.

What do you mean?
I met a counterfeit D'Urberville.
In Emminster.

I don't understand.

Who...who did you meet?

A Mr Alec D'Urberville!

Sinister chap,
didn't like him at all.

And the cheek of the man,
claiming to be your blood relation

when in fact he's no such thing, just
a jumped-up chocolate millionaire
from Bradford of all places.

What is it, Tess?

I'm only teasing you. It's no good.

I didn't mean any harm.
I will never, ever make you happy.

Tess. I will not have you
talk like that! Come here. Sssh!

I thought perhaps New Years Eve.
Then we can begin the New Year
as husband and wife.

Then in the spring we can set out
on our great adventure.

Argentina, Brazil.

You don't like the plan?

I think it's a fine plan.

I just wish that we could
stay here, that's all.

I just wish
that this could go on forever.

That it could always
be summer and autumn,

and you were always courting me, and
always thinking of me as you do now.

As I always will.

A-hem!

We were just talking!

Oh, talking, is it? I see. Talking.

We're going to be married!

I knew it! Didn't I say? Oh, she's
too good for a dairymaid, I said.

Oh, she's a prize for any man.

Soon as I set eyes on her.
A lady she is, I said, a proper lady.

But who'll do my skimming now, Tess?
I'm losing my best milker!

I'm so proud of you.

Proud, why? Because no-one else
is going to marry him.

No fine lady,

nobody in jewels and gold,
just you, Tess.

You who lives just like we do.

Was that for love of her,
because other lips have been there?

I never thought of that!

We're so happy for you, Tess.
Are you happy?

More than I can say!

Retty?

Come here, my love.

Retty, I'm so sorry.

I should hate you.

I want to hate you.

I've tried. But I can't.

Tess?

Yes, Retty?

When you are married,

would you tell him all about me?

How I loved him,

and tried to hate you
for marrying him,

but couldn't,

because you were his choice.

You will tell him that,
won't you, Tess?

So, what do you think?

It's perfect!

You're so kind.
I never want to take it off.

Well, you must, I'm afraid,
it's getting late.

I'll see to the horse and gig
and I'll meet you at the inn.

Just one little look.
No, you mustn't! It's bad luck.

Well, if it isn't that little whore
from Trantridge!

Apologise. Get off me!

Apologise at once, damn it!

Beg pardon...sir.

It was a mistake.

I thought that she was someone else.

My mistake.

"I have wanted to tell you by word
of mouth, many times, and each
time my courage has failed me.

"Not because I fear you will not
understand and forgive,

"but because my love for you
is so great.

"My Angel!

"Yet, it seems as if,

"even if we were to travel
to the ends of the earth,
my past would follow me there.

"Today's encounter has confirmed
this in my mind, and I fear
that I can never be happy,

"never at rest,
until I tell you the whole truth.

"Some time ago,
when I was just 17 years old,

"and shortly after our first
encounter on that May Day,

"I met a man.

"His name was Alec D'Urberville."

Tess!

I've been waiting for you all night.

I wanted to know that...

What, Tess?

Nothing has changed.

Everything is just as it was.

Of course it is.

I knew it! I knew it!

At last, I can be happy.

I think that's everything.
Except one last thing. What's that?

You'll be pleased to hear
I've forgotten my harp. I'll get it.

You're a lucky man.

There you are, Tess.

You must get changed. We'll be late.

There has been a mistake,
a most terrible mistake.

I must tell you all my faults
and blunders. No faults today.
Today you're perfect.

I'm not! You think I am, but I am
not! There'll be plenty of time
to discover each other's failings.

We can both confess after
the wedding. Take it in turns.
Liven up a dull evening.

Come here.

What's wrong?

I must get dressed.

Yes. Of course.

Don't keep me waiting.

It's all my fault, Angel.
I broke my word and now I must pay.

I take it you forgive me.
Now you can forgive me.

You're D'Urberville's tart.

You're still a beauty, Tess.
He's such a good man.

He's a man, Tess.
Just like the other one.

Father, she's spotless.

There is one thing, Tess.
I will have you.

If either of you know any impediment,
why you may not be joined
in matrimony,

ye do now confess it.
SHE SOBS

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