All language subtitles for Jane Eyre Afl.10.English

Good day, Miss Elliott.

Mr. Rivers.

I've come to see how you
spend your free afternoon.

Is the portrait like?

Like? Like whom?
I did not observe it closely.

Oh, but you did,
Mr. Rivers.

It is a well-executed picture.

Of?

Of Miss Oliver, I presume.

And would you like me
to paint you a copy?

That I should like it is certain.

Whether it would be wise
is another question.

As far as I can see,
it would be wiser

if you were to take to
yourself the original at once.

She likes you, I'm sure.

You ought to marry her.

It is strange.

Though I love Rosamund

with all the intensity
of a first passion,

I experience at the same
time a calm, unwarped sense

that she is not
the partner suited to me.

Strange, indeed.

Rosamund a sufferer,
a labourer,

a female apostle.

A missionary's wife? No.

But you might
not be a missionary.

You might relinquish
the scheme.

Relinquish my vocation?

My foundation on earth
for a mansion in heaven?

Never. It is dearer
than the blood in my veins.

And Miss Oliver?

Are her disappointment and sorrow
of no interest to you?

She is surrounded
by suitors.

She will forget me
in a month

and marry someone far more
suited to make her happy.

You speak coolly,
but you suffer in the conflict.

You are certainly
not timid!

I scorn the suffering.

It is a mere fever
of the flesh.

Reason, and not feeling,
is my guide.

I honour endurance,

industry, talent.

Your own progress
I watch with interest

because I consider you a
diligent, orderly, energetic woman.

It is not because I sympathise
with what you have gone through

or what you still suffer.

I am, in my original state,
a cold, hard, ambitious man.

It is true.

My religion has turned the original
materials to the best account,

but she could not
eradicate nature.

She is beautiful.

She is well named
the rose of the world.

And may I not paint
a copy for you?

Cui bono? No.

Good day, Miss Elliott.

Good day,
Mr. Rivers.

Hannah, Hannah,
they're here, they're here!

Jane, dear!
Merry Christmas!

Welcome.

Greetings.

Oh, is it not
wonderful

to be all together in our
own home for Christmas?

The place shines
like a new pin.

The young lady came back with me
a week since when school closed,

and I must say she's
worked as hard as me.

Oh, bless, you Jane.

I hope this means you
regard it as your own home.

I, too. One's family is one's
most precious earthly possession.

Jane, I must
speak with you.

Jane,
come and sit by me.

You may remember
a letter I had recently

concerning
my uncle john's will.

Yes.

It was from his London
solicitor, a Mr. Briggs.

I know Mr. Briggs.

and you know my name.

I plead guilty.
Forgive me.

Briggs wrote again later.
Your name was mentioned.

Why?

I will tell you
in a moment.

But in consequence I have
learnt what befell you

from the day you went
as the governess to the ward

of a certain Mr. Rochester.

I can guess your feelings,
but restrain them for a while.

I know he offered you
a bigamous marriage...

that you fled, and that you are
absolutely innocent of blame.

How and where is he? What
is he doing? Is he well?

I am ignorant of all
concerning Mr. Rochester.

He caused the country
to be scoured for you,

and when all searches and
enquiries proved fruitless,

he disappeared.

It is generally believed
that he has gone abroad.

Oh. What will
become of him?

Surely you are
the last to care.

Briggs wrote
to Thornfield Hall.

He was paid
and has heard nothing since,

except from a Mrs. Fairfax,
giving no information.

Of Mr. Rochester's...

you don't know him. Don't
pronounce an opinion on him.

Very well.
Your uncle having died,

Mr. Briggs could not
trace the heiress.

Where is Mr. Briggs now?

He may perhaps know more
of Mr. Rochester than you do.

Briggs is in London.
I should doubt

his knowing anything at all
about Mr. Rochester.

It is not in Mr. Rochester
that he is interested.

You forget essential points
in pursuing trifles.

You do not enquire why Briggs
has sought after you,

what his interest was in you.

Well,
what did he want?

Merely to inform you
that your uncle,

Mr. Eyre of Madeira
has died,

that he has left you
all his property

and that you are rich.
An heiress.

I, an heiress?

Your uncle left you £20,000.

I shall leave you
for a while.

No, wait.

Mr. Rivers,

when first Mr. Briggs
wrote to you,

you were disinherited
in favour of another relative.

You shall have
to know it some time.

You may as well
know now as later.

Your name is Jane Eyre.

You may well not know that I was
christened St. John Eyre Rivers.

My mother's name was Eyre.

One brother was uncle John who
died in Madeira and left this money.

The other brother was
a poor clergyman who died,

as his wife did,
many years ago.

I know your whole story.

Then your mother
is my father's sister.

Undeniably.

-We are cousins!
-Yes. We are cousins.

Oh, I'm glad.
I am glad!

You are an odd girl.

You remained quite serious
when I told you you had got a fortune.

And now, for a matter of
no moment, you are excited.

It may be of no moment to you.
You have sisters.

I had nobody.
And now I have 3 relatives.

Oh, I am glad.

Now you have given me
too much to take in.

I must be alone, think.

Please stay.
I'll go to my room.

Oh, we'll have so much
to talk about.

My dear, if I comprehend you,
this is impossible.

What is there to comprehend?
There is £20,000.

We are 4 cousins.
We have each an equal right.

Divide it equally,
we each have £5,000.

It is as much as any of us needs,
and it is perfectly possible.

It is too noble
a sacrifice, Jane.

Noble? Mary, dear,
it is selfish.

I am resolved
to have a home and family.

I like moor house.
I will live at moor house.

I like Mary and Diana

and I will attach myself
for life to Mary and Diana.

But, Jane...

to have £5,000
would please me.

To have £20,000 would
torment and oppress me.

It is contrary to all custom.
The entire fortune is your right.

My uncle was free
to leave the money

to whom he would.
He left it to you.

Were you to argue, object
and annoy me for a year,

I could not forego
this delicious pleasure.

Jane,

you cannot imagine

what an important lady
you will be with £20,000.

Society will be
open to you.

My society is here.
I never had a home.

I will have a home.

I never had brothers and sisters,
and I must and will have them now.

We cannot take advantage.

Say again you'll be my brother.

-I will be your brother, but...
-No buts.

I will stay at the school
till we find a new teacher

and then I will return here,
to my family.

Say what you will,
my purpose is fixed.

I shall write
to the lawyers tonight

and will you, nill you,
it is done.

How quickly
the winter went by.

And how wonderful to be
spending the summer together.

St. John,

are your plans
unchanged?

Unchanged and unchangeable.

And Rosamund Oliver?

Is about to be married. To a rich
and well-descended young man.

A Mr. Granby.

Oh, dear.

You see, Jane,

the battle is fought
and the victory is won.

My way is now clear.

I thank God for it.

You get on well
with your German.

Diana teaches well.

Jane, I should like you
to take a walk with me.

I'll fetch Diana and Mary.

No, I wish for only
one companion this morning,

and that must be you.

We shall rest here
a while, Jane.

I go to India
in six weeks, Jane.

I have taken my berth
on an East Indiaman.

God will protect you.

You have undertaken
his work.

Yes. I am the servant
of an infallible master,

and it seems
strange to me

that all around me do not burn
to enlist under the same banner.

All have not your powers.

It would be folly for the
feeble to march with the strong.

I am thinking only of those
who are worthy of the work

and are competent to do it.

They must be few in number.

Truly. But when found,

it is right to offer them,
direct from God,

a place in the ranks
of his chosen.

If they're really meant
for the task,

will not their
own hearts tell them so?

What does your heart say?

My heart?

My heart is mute.

Then I must speak for it.

Jane, come with me
to India.

Come as my helpmeet
and fellow-labourer.

Oh, St. John,
have some mercy.

God and nature meant you
for a missionary's wife.

You are formed for labour,
not for love.

I claim you. Not for my pleasure,
but for my sovereign's service.

I do not understand
a missionary's life.

There I can give you
all the aid you need.

I'm not fit for the task.

I have no vocation.

Nothing speaks or stirs
within me when you talk.

Jane, you are docile, disinterested,
faithful, and courageous.

Very gentle
and very heroic.

Cease to mistrust yourself.

I can trust you
unreservedly.

You must give me
some time to think.

Very willingly.

In leaving England,

I should leave a loved
but empty land.

Mr. Rochester
was no longer there,

and even if he were,
what could that ever be to me?

Consent to St. John's demand
was possible

but for one item,
one dreadful item.

He'd asked me to be his wife.

When he had no more
of a husband's heart for me

than that frowning giant of a rock,
down which the stream was flowing.

I am ready to go
with you to India

if I can go free.

Your answer
is not clear.

I am willing to go
as your fellow missionary,

but I cannot marry you.

How can I, a man not yet 30,
take with me a girl of 19

unless she be married to me?

I want a wife,

a sole helpmeet
I can influence in life

and claim obedience from
and retain absolutely until death.

I will give the missionary
my work, but not myself.

Do you think God would be
satisfied with half an offering?

Oh, I will give my heart
to God. You do not want it.

We must be married.

Enough of love would
follow upon marriage.

I scorn your idea of love.

I scorn the counterfeit
sentiment.

Yes, St. John, and I scorn you
when you offer it.

Forgive me. You stung me
to speak unguardedly.

I shall urge you
no further at present.

Tomorrow I leave for Cambridge
to say good-bye to old friends.

I shall be absent
a fortnight.

Take that time
to consider my offer.

If you reject it,
it is not me you deny,

but God.

Dear brother, we've almost quarrelled.
Can't we just shake hands?

You do forgive me?

I have nothing to forgive,
not having been offended.

Good morning. I have called
to see Miss Jane Eyre.

She's expecting you, sir.
Come in.

Thank you.

Thank you,
Miss Eyre.

I am sorry
to have troubled you,

but if I'm to sell off the
remainder of the estate,

I must have
your authority.

Thank you for coming
so far, Mr. Briggs.

And Mr. Rochester,
is he well?

I have no information
whatever about him.

I have written twice to Mrs. Fairfax
and have had no reply to my letters.

I believe she has
left Thornfield.

Miss Eyre, you know I made

an extensive search for you
on Mr. Rochester's behalf?

Yes.

It is an irony that I only found you
after he had vanished to

heaven knows where.

He may return to
Thornfield at any time.

Would you wish me to write and
tell him that I have found you?

No, Mr. Briggs.
That must not be.

I ask because you say
you yourself wrote.

Only to Mrs. Fairfax and in vain.
It was but for news of him.

He's so wild and such
a danger to himself.

If he knew where I was.

No, please,
Mr. Briggs. No.

-Miss Eyre…
-I am well.

I shall obey
your instructions.

Good-bye, Miss Eyre.

-Good day to you, sir.
-Good day to you.

St. John,

I am unhappy because you
are still angry with me.

Let us be friends.

I hope that
we are friends.

Not as we were.

Are we not?

For my part, we are.

I wish you no ill
and all good.

Must we part in this way?

When you go to India,
will you leave me so?

Without a kinder word
than you have yet spoken?

And when I go to India, Jane,
will I leave you?

Do you not go to India?

You said I might not go
unless I married you.

And you will not
marry me?

You adhere
to that resolution?

No, St. John,
I will not marry you.

I adhere to my resolution.

Once again this refusal.
Why?

You do not love me.

You said I was formed
for labour, not for love.

Then I am not formed
for marriage.

If I were to marry you,
you would kill me.

You're killing me now!

I am killing you?

You should not use
those words.

They are vile and
unfeminine and untrue.

But it is the duty
of man to forgive,

even unto
seven-and-seventy times.

Now indeed you hate me.

You misinterpret me.

I have no wish
to grieve or pain you.

Indeed, I have not.

I know where
your heart turns.

It turns towards
Mr. Rochester.

That is lawless.

Do you intend
to seek him?

I wish only to know
what is become of him.

So be it.

It remains, then, for me to
remember you in my prayers.

Hannah.

This evening I shall read
to you from Revelations,

chapters 20 and 21.

"And I saw the dead, small
and great, stand before God

"and the books were opened.

"And another book
was opened,

"which is
the book of life:

"And the dead were judged out of those
things which were written in the books,

"according to their works.

"And the sea gave up
the dead which were in it

"And death and hell delivered
up the dead which were in them,

and they were judged,
every man according to their works.

"And death and hell
were cast into the lake of fire.

"This is the second death.

"And whosoever was not found
written in the book of life

"was cast into
the lake of fire.

"And I saw a new heaven
and a new earth;

"for the first heaven and the
first earth were passed away

"and there was no more sea.

"And I, John, saw the holy city,
new Jerusalem,

"coming down from God
out of heaven

prepared as a bride
adorned for her husband."

You read that
so movingly.

Could you not think again?
Could you not decide now?

I could decide

if I were sure it were God's will
that I should marry you.

I could vow to marry you
here and now, come after what may.

My prayers are answered.

Jane.

Jane.

Jane!

Oh, god,
what is it?!

Jane.

Oh, I'm coming!
Wait for me!

I'm coming!

My love, wait for me.
I'm coming!

Where are you!

Jane, what has come upon you?
You are possessed.

Leave me alone.
Leave me!

You said
I saved your life.

Will you not even
speak with me?

Jane, I must...

Jane, I must...

where are you going?

Where I must.

You left me too suddenly.

Had you stayed but a little longer,
you were about to lay your hand

on the christian's cross
and the christian's crown.

I am sorry.

Your spirit is willing
but your flesh is weak.

The devil has been
at work here.

No devil, St. John.
That is superstition.

It was nature, she was roused,
and did no miracle, but her best.

You are still upset.
You speak in riddles.

I shall not argue
with you now.

But know that my spirit is
willing to do what is right,

and my flesh, I hope,
is strong enough, too.

I must accomplish
the will of heaven,

to search and dispel this cloud
of doubt that has confused you.

I'm in no doubt,
St. John.

But there is something
I have to find out.

Something I must do.

It is in God's hands.