All language subtitles for Emma.2020.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.DTS-HD.MA.5.1-iFT.English

[birds tweeting, sheep bleats]

[device clicks, whirs]

[bell chiming]

[soprano singing with orchestra]

[tenor joins soprano, orchestra continues]

Not that one.

The next.

How am I to bear it when you are gone?

I am going only half a mile, Emma.

But great is the difference
between a Mrs. Weston half a mile away

and a Miss Taylor in the house.

Dear Emma.

You have been a friend and companion
such as few possess.

A governess in office,
but little short of a mother in affection.

I wish you every happiness
on your wedding day.

[bleating]

[man] Poor Miss Taylor!

It's a pity Mr. Weston
ever thought of her.

Papa, Mr. Weston is such a good-humored,
pleasant, excellent man.

He thoroughly deserves a good wife.

And you would not have had Miss Taylor
live with us forever

when she might have had
a house of her own.

A house of her own? Where is
the advantage of a house of her own?

This is... three times as large.

It's entirely unnecessary.
Poor Miss Taylor. Poor Isabella.

My sister married seven years ago, Papa.
You must be reconciled to it by now.

That was a terrible day.

It shall always be a matter of great joy
to me that I made the match myself.

Everyone said Mr. Weston would never
marry again, but I did not believe it.

Emma, you should not make matches
or foretell things.

Whatever you say always comes to pass.
You must not make any more.

I promise to make none for myself, Papa.

But I must indeed for other people.

It is the greatest amusement in the world.

And after such success, you know.

[church bell tolling]

[gulps]

- [gasps]
- Miss Bates. Mrs. Bates.

Miss Gilbert. Mrs. Cox.

Mr. Woodhouse, sir. Miss Woodhouse.

Mr. Cole. Mrs. Cole.

[whispers] Miss Woodhouse.

Miss Woodhouse!

Morning.

Is this not the most happy, happy,
the most fortunate?

This morning I could not get
my bonnet on for trembling.

Hmm.

Surrounded by blessings.

Wanting for nothing.

I am trembling again.

[chuckles]

[Miss Bates]
It is too joyful!

[Mr. Woodhouse]
What is it, Emma?

I have a fancy that
Mr. Weston's son may surprise us.

Frank Weston?

He's Frank Churchill now, Papa.

He's his uncle's heir.

When he came of age, he took
his uncle's name. I so long to meet him.

But how do you know
he might surprise us?

It is his father's wedding day.

Mr. Weston speaks of him so highly.
I cannot doubt that he will come.

Poor Miss Taylor.

[Mr. Elton]
Dearly beloved friends,

we gather here in the sight of God

to join together this man
and this woman...

[faint clatter]

...in holy matrimony,
an honorable estate instituted by God

in this time of...
of man's great innocence.

"Innocence"?

Innocence. No?

Well.

[faint chattering]

Mother, you must eat.
It is impolite not to eat.

You know what I'm about to say, sir.

"Why do you keep a carriage
if you never put it out?"

It's just such a shame
to see it standing by.

- A gentleman on foot, it's unusual.
- Unusual.

Good evening, Mrs. Reynolds.

[snoring]

[clock chiming]

[piano playing]

[snorts]

At last. Mr. Knightley.

You must have had a shocking walk.

Not at all, sir. It's a beautiful evening.

You must have found it
very damp and dirty.

Dirty, sir? [chuckles]
Look at my shoes. Not a speck on them.

[playing stops]

[Mr. Knightley] How do you do?
I came to wish you joy.

[Mr. Woodhouse] Joy?

Oh, the wedding. What a terrible day.

[Mr. Knightley chuckles]

So, how did you all behave?
Who cried the most?

We all behaved charmingly.
Everybody was in their best looks.

Not a tear and hardly a long face
to be seen.

Bring the screen a little closer.
Mr. Knightley feels a chill.

And what of Mr. Frank Churchill?

Is he every bit as handsome
as his father promised he would be?

He did not come?

You see, he wished exceedingly to come,

but his aunt and uncle
could not spare him.

[Mr. Knightley] Well, I daresay
he might have come if he could.

I do not know why you should say so.

If Frank Churchill had wanted
to attend his father's wedding,

he would have contrived it.
He... He chose not to come.

We have never met Mr. Frank Churchill.

We do not know what he is able
or unable to do.

There is one thing, Emma,

which a man can always do if he chooses,
and that is his duty.

It is Frank Churchill's duty
to pay this attention to his father.

He also has a duty to his aunt,
who is unwell.

Mrs. Churchill has been unwell
for as long as she could say so.

Her nephew is not a doctor.

If he had told her simply
and resolutely that he...

- [Mr. Woodhouse snoring]
- Shh.

[softly] ...that he must attend
his father's wedding,

there would have been
no opposition to his going.

You are the worst judge in the world,
Mr. Knightley,

of the difficulties of dependence.

You have always been your own master.

You've no idea what it is
to have tempers to manage.

I shall remember that
next time you quarrel with me.

[snoring continues]

[door closes]

[wind whistling]

There is a new parlor boarder, Papa,

at Mrs. Goddard's school...
Miss Smith.

There. Distinctly.

Do you feel it? A chill draft.
A chill and sickly draft.

She's a natural child.

Nobody knows her parentage,
not even Miss Smith herself.

Is that not mysterious?

Miss Taylor would have felt it.

[sniffs, exhales]

The misfortune of your birth, Harriet,

ought to make you particularly careful
as to your associates.

There can be no doubt
of your being a gentleman's daughter.

You must support your claim to that
station by everything within your power.

Know you the Martins,
Miss Woodhouse, of Abbey Mill Farm?

I know that they are tenant farmers.
They rent their farm from Mr. Knightley.

They were ever so kind to me
this summer.

Thank you.

When I went away,
Mrs. Martin was so very kind

as to send Mrs. Goddard
a beautiful goose.

The finest goose Mrs. Goddard
had ever seen, she said.

The Martins are of precisely
the order of people

with whom I feel I can have nothing to do.

A degree or two lower might interest me.

If they were very poor I might hope to be
useful to them in some way.

But a farmer can need none of my help,

and is therefore as much above my notice
as he is below it.

Mr. Robert Martin went three miles one day
to bring me walnuts

because he knew how fond I was of them.

I believe he's very clever.
He understands everything.

Come.

After tea, we shall call
on my dear Mrs. Weston.

We promised we should
be seeing one another every day.

[both chuckle]

[loud crunching]

[Mrs. Weston]
It was a beautiful service, Mr. Elton.

I'm not the first to visit you
this morning.

You are no less welcome
for being the second.

Mr. Elton, Miss Harriet Smith.

It is my great honor.

[laughs]

Harriet, you must sit over there,

that you may admire
the view of Enscombe.

Mr. Frank Churchill is the artist.

I have heard it described
as one of the finest houses in Yorkshire.

I have heard the same.

And Mr. Churchill is to inherit
the entire estate.

[Mrs. Weston]
He is very fortunate.

There is such symmetry between us.

We both lost our mothers
when we were very young.

And he has his aunt to care for,
as I have Papa.

But how can we admire a painted beauty

with such loveliness before us
in the flesh?

[giggles]

Mr. Elton is such a good-humored man.

So cheerful and obliging. And gentle.

I think very well of Mr. Elton.

I do so wonder, Miss Woodhouse,

that you should not
be going to be married,

so charming as you are.

I have none of the usual
inducements of women to marry.

Fortune I do not want.
Employment I do not want.

Consequence I do not want.

I believe few married women are half as
much mistress of their husband's house

as I am of Hartfield.

You must come again tomorrow.

Thank you, Miss Woodhouse.
Thank you.

[singers]
♪ I like to rise when the sun she rises ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ I like to hear
Them small birds singing ♪

♪ Merrily upon their laylums ♪

♪ And hurrah for the life
Of a country boy ♪

♪ And to ramble in the new mowed hay... ♪

Miss Woodhouse, which do you prefer?

They are practically identical.

Of course, if the dark gets dirty,
it would not show. But the light...

The dark then.

The light is a good deal prettier.

[gasps, groans]

Miss Woodhouse, what's the matter?

[Miss Bates]
Miss Woodhouse.

Miss Woodhouse. How do you do?

And you, Miss Smith.
I saw you through the window.

- I saw you through the window.
- [Emma laughs]

Miss Woodhouse, I bring happy news.

We have had a letter this very morning
from my niece, Jane Fairfax.

I hope that she is well.

In normal course she writes
on a Tuesday, but today...

Oh, her health. Oh.

Miss Woodhouse,
you are so very kind to inquire.

Poor Jane. She was at Weymouth
with Colonel Campbell. And...

Where is the letter? Oh.

It must not be far off.
Such an unexpected...

Oh! It's on the glove stand.
It was with the gloves.

It was with the gloves.

Yes, at Weymouth
with Colonel Campbell and his wife,

and Jane's dear friend, Miss Campbell,
who was recently married.

She is Mrs. Dixon now.

And, oh, dear, Mr. Dixon,
who is the most charming young man,

rendered to Jane a great service
in recent days.

They were... Oh.

Too pretty. That is...

Yes, they were out in a part...

in a party on the water, and Jane,

by the sudden whirling around
of something or other in the sails,

would have been dashed to the sea at once.

[gasps]

And, actually, all but gone.

But Mr. Dixon,
with the greatest presence of mind,

caught hold of her habit
and saved her life.

To think that poor Jane may have perished.

I cannot think of it without shaking.
She, an orphan.

I am very pleased
that Miss Fairfax was not harmed.

How gratified Jane will be to know
that she has such dear, devoted friends.

Heaven forbid that I should ever
bore anybody half as much

about all the Knightleys together
as Miss Bates does about Jane Fairfax.

One is sick of the very name
"Jane Fairfax."

Every letter from her
is read 40 times over.

And if she does
but knit a pair of garters,

one hears of nothing else
for a whole month.

[gasps]

[whispers] It is Robert Martin.

- Miss Smith.
- Mr. Martin.

[faint chattering]

Lovely to see you, Miss Smith.

[giggles]

Only think of our happening to meet him.

Well, Miss Woodhouse?

Is he like what you expected?
What do you think of him?

I had no right to expect much,
and indeed, I did not expect much,

but I had imagined him, I confess,

a degree or two nearer...

gentility.

To be sure,

he's not so genteel
as to... a real gentleman.

[Mr. Woodhouse grunts]

I do hope Mr. Woodhouse is not ill.

No.

Oh. Papa sees Mr. Perrie every day.

I know I disappoint him awfully.
I'm so seldom indisposed.

If he does not invent an illness for me,
I hardly figure in his letters.

Truly, you are the very picture
of good health, Miss Woodhouse.

Mrs. Martin thinks you the most
handsome woman in all of Highbury.

[chuckles]

You must never flatter me
in front of Mr. Knightley, Harriet.

He thinks me vain enough already.

I do not think you personally vain.

Considering how very handsome you are,
you seem little occupied with it.

Your vanity lies a different way.

[sighs]

Did I tell you what Mr. Elton said of you
the other day?

He called you...

"loveliness itself."

It seems to me his manners
are rather softer than they used to be,

and I rather wonder whether he means
to ingratiate himself with you.

[gasps]

Morning, Mrs. Goddard.

- Good morning, Mr. Elton.
- Girls.

[girls laugh]

[Mrs. Goddard] Quickly now.

[giggles]

These are exquisitely done,
Miss Woodhouse.

You have a charming talent.

[Emma] I daresay there is merit in them.
In the least finished, perhaps the most.

So Mr. Knightley tells me,

and he finds fault in everything I do.

[sighs]

Did you ever have
your likeness taken, Harriet?

Oh. No.

What an exquisite possession
a good picture of her would be.

It would indeed.

It would indeed.

Let me entreat you, Miss Woodhouse.
Now, at once.

[laughs]

You have given Miss Smith...

all that she requires.

She was a beautiful creature
when she came to you,

but the attractions you have added
are infinitely superior

to what she received from...

nature.

[chattering]

Mr. Woodhouse, your daughter's gifts
are without compare.

Bear witness.

You've made her too tall, Emma.

No. No, certainly not too tall.

Not in the least too tall.

[Mr. Woodhouse]
Yes. It is very pretty.

When it is finished,
you must have it framed.

Allow me.

Trust me with this commission,
Miss Woodhouse,

and I will ride to London
the moment I am asked.

It would be my great honor.

[whispering]
I cannot have a moment's doubt.

It is exactly as I planned.

He is in love with you.

I do not know what your opinion may be,
Mrs. Weston, of this great...

intimacy between Emma and Harriet Smith,
but I think it a bad thing.

How differently we feel.

Miss Smith knows nothing about herself

and looks upon Emma
as knowing everything.

Her ignorance is hourly flattery.

But educating Harriet will be
an inducement for Emma to educate herself.

They will read together.

Emma has been meaning to read more
ever since she was 12 years old.

She never would submit to anything
requiring industry and patience.

I cannot allow you to be
a judge in this matter, Mr. Knightley.

You are so used to live alone,
you do not know the value of a companion.

Well, she always declares
that she will never marry,

which of course means just nothing at all.

I should like to see Emma in love
and in some doubt of a return.

It would do her good.

[singers] ♪ How firm a foundation
Ye saints of the Lord... ♪

[woman] Robert! Master Knightley is here.

The day is wasting, Mr. Martin!
Come along!

♪ What more can He say
Than to you He hath said ♪

♪ To you who unto Jesus
For refuge have fled ♪

I'm really most obliged to you, sir.
I'd expected to wait until the spring.

[bleating]

Always buy out of season, Mr. Martin,
whenever you can.

Mr. Knightley, sir...

forgive my liberty, but may I be so bold
as to seek your advice?

Of course.

Miss Woodhouse!
You will never guess what has happened!

Robert Martin has offered me his hand.

He writes as if
he really loves me very much.

Is it a good letter?

Or too short?

It is a very good letter. So good, I think
one of his sisters must have helped him.

But what shall I say?

Dear Miss Woodhouse, do advise me.

Oh, no, no, no.
The words must be your own.

You think I ought to refuse him.

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet,

that if a woman doubts
whether she should accept a man or not,

she certainly ought to refuse him.

[chuckles]

Perhaps... it is safer.

Do you think I had better say no?

Not for the world
would I advise you either way.

You must be the best judge
of your own happiness.

I have now...

quite determined...

and really almost made up my mind...

to...

refuse Mr. Martin.

[Mr. Knightley] Refused?

Then she is a greater simpleton
than I ever believed her.

Harriet Smith refuse Robert Martin?

I hope you are mistaken.

I saw her answer.
Nothing could be clearer.

You saw her answer? You wrote her answer.
This is your doing.

Emma, you persuaded her to refuse him.

Well, if I did,
I should not feel that I had done wrong.

Mr. Martin is a respectable young man,

but I cannot admit him
to be Harriet's equal.

No, indeed, he is her superior
in both sense and situation.

Emma, your infatuation about that girl
blinds you.

What are Harriet Smith's claims,
either of birth, nature, or education,

to any connection higher
than Robert Martin?

She is the natural daughter
of nobody knows whom.

- There can scarcely be a doubt that...
- Probably no settled provision...

- ...her father is a gentleman of fortune!
- ...and no respectable relations!

Her allowance is very liberal. Nothing
has been grudged for her improvement.

She is known only as a parlor boarder
at a common school.

She is pretty and she is good-tempered,
and that is all.

"That is all"?

These are not trivial recommendations,
Mr. Knightley.

Till men do fall in love
with well-informed minds

instead of handsome faces,

a girl with such loveliness as Harriet
has a certainty

of being admired and sought after
wherever she goes.

I am very much mistaken
if your sex in general

would not find these qualities
the highest claims a woman could possess.

Upon my word, Emma,

to hear you abusing the reason you have
is almost enough to make me think so too.

Better to be without sense altogether
than to misapply it as you do.

[Mr. Knightley]
Men of sense do not want silly wives.

And more prudent men
would be afraid of the inconvenience

and disgrace
that they might be involved in

when the mystery of her parentage
came to be revealed.

Let her marry Robert Martin
and she is safe and respectable forever.

But if you teach her
to expect to marry greatly,

nobody within her reach
will ever be good enough for her.

Your plans for Harriet
are best known only to yourself.

But as you make no secret
of your love of matchmaking,

it is fair to suppose the plans you have.

And as a friend...

- Ohh.
- ...I shall just hint to you

that if Elton is the man that I think,
it will be your labor in vain.

He knows that he is
a very handsome young man

and a great favorite wherever he goes,

but from his general way of talking
when there are only men present,

I am convinced that he does not mean
to throw himself away.

I am very much obliged to you
for opening my eyes, Mr. Knightley.

But know that I am done
with matchmaking for the present.

I only want to keep Harriet for myself.

[clicks tongue]

[operatic singing with orchestra]

- [music box playing]
- [Harriet gasps]

It's so beautiful!

You certainly spared no expense.

[singers] ♪ Hark, hark
What news the angels bring ♪

- ♪ Glad tidings of... ♪
- ♪ Glad tidings of... ♪

[baby crying]

[man] It is your responsibility...

- [woman] It is not only my responsibility!
- ...to teach the baby to drink milk

without spilling it
all over my favorite trousers!

[bell ringing]

Emma! They're here!

[crying continues]

That was unendurable.

Husband, comport yourself.

Papa.

Isabella.

Emma.

[Mr. Woodhouse] I shall always be sorry
you went to the sea this autumn

instead of coming here.

But why should you be sorry, sir?
It did us a great deal of good.

On the contrary,
Mr. John Knightley looks far from well.

Southend was strenuously
recommended by our physician, sir.

Sea air and sea bathing.

The sea is rarely of use to anybody.
It nearly killed me once.

Come. I must beg you
not to speak of the sea.

It makes me miserable.

And envious.
I who have never seen it.

Mr. Wingfield specified that Southend
was the best place to go for the family.

[Mr. Woodhouse]
Perhaps you should change your physician.

[Isabella]
He was recommended by my husband.

[Mr. Woodhouse] Cromer might have been
forgivable, but Southend?

Let us be friends.

[both laugh]

Ohh.

[laughter continues]

Tell your aunt, little Emma,

that she was very wrong
and she ought to set you a better example.

- [fusses]
- [farts]

- [crying]
- [Emma] Oh!

What is the matter? Is there fever?

- Where is the nurse? Give her to me!
- [Mr. Woodhouse] Is she feverish?

- I do not know. Where is the nurse?
- Send for Perrie!

Do not send for Perrie.

Send for Perrie!

As death follows life...

[both laughing]

Yes.

As far as good intentions went...

we were both in the right.

I must admit,
I have not yet been proved wrong.

Mr. Knightley.

Was Mr. Martin very disappointed?

A man cannot be more so.

[sighs]

[operatic singing with orchestra]

Miss Woodhouse is coming!

Miss Woodhouse.

Harriet!

Miss Woodhouse!

[giggling]

You are so... disheveled.

I'm always ill at Christmas.

Get back in bed at once.

You'll miss the party at Randalls.

Mr. Elton will be there.
And Frank Churchill is expected at last.

And Mr. Elton's sermon.

His sermon on Christmas Day.

I transcribe them every Sunday.

[laughs]

I will transcribe it for you.

You are so kind to me, Miss Woodhouse.

[laughs] Welcome!

Welcome, my friends!

[laughs]

Welcome!

Mr. Elton.

How's poor Miss Smith?

No better, I'm afraid.

Such a sad loss
to our party today.

Miss Smith
has sent her apologies.

She will be missed every moment.

Frank has been detained at Enscombe,
I'm sorry to say.

I had a letter from him just this morning.

Who is Mr. Churchill?

[Mr. Elton] Mr. Churchill
is to inherit the entire estate.

I have heard it described as one of
the finest houses in Yorkshire.

[sighs]

Another fine, flourishing letter
full of professions and falsehoods?

Your feelings are singular.

His letters seem to satisfy
everybody else.

I suspect they do not satisfy Mrs. Weston.

Were she a person of consequence herself,
he would have come by now, I daresay.

You seem determined to think ill of him.

I should be as ready to acknowledge
his merits as any other man, but...

I hear of none, except that
he is well grown and good-looking.

Well, if he has nothing else
to recommend him,

he shall be a treasure at Highbury.

We do not often look upon fine young men.

Cannot ask for all the virtues
into the bargain.

You will excuse my being
so much overpowered.

We are both prejudiced.

You against, I for him.

And we shall have no chance of agreeing
until he is really here.

Prejudiced? I'm not prejudiced.

Yes, but I am. Very much,
and without at all being ashamed of it.

My love for Mr. and Mrs. Weston
gives me a decided prejudice in his favor.

[faint chattering]

[sighs]

Mrs. Churchill rules at Enscombe.
Everything gives way to her.

She has decreed that if Frank
does not marry a lady of some fortune,

then he will be
entirely cut out from her will.

There is jealousy. She is jealous
even of his regard for his father.

- Jealousy...
- But she is so very fond of her nephew.

He is her particular favorite.

[Mrs. Weston] Dear Emma.

Do not attempt, with your good nature,
to understand a bad one.

You must let it go its own way.

I have heard it described
as one of the finest houses in Yorkshire.

[wind whistling]

What seasonable weather we're having.
I daresay we shall have snow tonight.

Snow? Tonight?

When did it commence?

We shall call for the carriage right away.

It has hardly begun.
Barely an inch. But it is falling fast.

- [excited chattering]
- It was snowing when your mother died.

- Papa, I know. We shall get you home.
- What is to be done? Emma!

- Mrs. Weston is quite right, Papa.
- We have accommodation for all of you.

The horses are in good condition.

Hot food!

- There's nothing we can do. It's snowing.
- Mrs. Weston, the party.

Where is the carriage?

Fortunately we do have
more than one carriage,

so if one is blown over in the wind...

- Husband, please.
- Happy Christmas.

I am so very sorry.
We must leave.

I think we shall be very glad
that Frank did not come at Christmas.

Look to your vinaigrette, Papa.

Mr. Knightley, you must move
your carriage. My father is not well.

Take it. It is first
and will be the fastest.

You will catch your death.
Your husband is not strong.

[scoffs]

I'll ride with you, then.

Evidently, I may not survive.

Oh.

[Mr. Elton] Miss Woodhouse.

[chuckles]

- Oh! Mr. Elton!
- [horse whinnies]

I must avail myself of this precious
opportunity to declare sentiments

- which must be already well known.
- Mr. Elton, you've drunk too much wine.

My ardent attachment.

Mr. Elton. You forget yourself.

I am ready to die if you refuse me.

[both chuckle]

You take me for my friend.

Any message you have to Miss Smith,
I shall be happy to deliver.

[chuckles]

For Miss Smith?
A message for Miss Smith?

I never thought of Miss Smith
in the whole course of my existence,

never paid her any attentions
but as your friend,

never cared whether she were dead
or alive but as your friend.

Miss Woodhouse...

who can think of Miss Smith
when Miss Woodhouse is near?

Everything I have said or done
for many weeks

has been with the sole view
of making my adoration to yourself.

Charming Miss Woodhouse...

allow me to interpret this...

interesting silence.

It confesses you have long understood me.

No, sir, it confesses no such thing.

Nothing could be farther from my wishes.

Your pursuit of Harriet
has given me great pleasure,

and I've been very earnestly
wishing your success.

Miss Smith is a very good sort of girl...

and no doubt there are men
who might not object.

Everybody has their level.

Madam, my visits to Hartfield
have been for yourself only.

And the encouragement I received...

Encouragement?

I give you encouragement?

You're entirely mistaken, sir.

I have no thoughts of matrimony
at present.

- Driver, stop the carriage.
- [Emma] Mr. Elton...

Driver, stop the carriage!

[horse whinnies]

[choir singing]

[choir continues singing]

[all laughing]

[all laughing, giggling]

[all exclaiming]

[all squealing, cheering]

[all cheering]

[gasping]

Miss Woodhouse!

[all] Miss Woodhouse.

He never loved me.

He loves you.

He sought to aggrandize
and enrich himself.

[chuckles]

Yes.

[sighs]

Harriet.

You might never have thought of him
but for me.

I assured you of his attachments.
I contrived his visits to Hartfield.

I do not blame you, Miss Woodhouse.

I could never have deserved him.

And none but so partial
and kind a friend as you

could even have thought it possible.

[laughs]

It's silly, really.

[music box bells jingle]

Harriet.

I cannot see it without thinking of him!

Burn the frame if you like,
but you must keep the likeness.

Then I will take it.

I will take it and I will treasure it
as a picture of my friend.

Goodbye, Papa.

[Isabella] Now, are we going to be quiet
this carriage ride?

Sit next to your sister.
Why are you so pale?

Where is the baby? Where is the baby?
Where is the baby?

- [baby crying]
- [sighs]

Henry needs his mor-mor.
We must retrieve Henry's mor-mor.

[Mr. Knightley] I will not stop
this carriage for a "mor-mor."

Goodbye, Isabella. Goodbye!

Papa.

I wish she would not leave.

You must never leave me, Emma.

Oh, Papa.

You know I never could.

He cannot stay away forever.

The curate cannot give the sermon forever.

No one preaches as Mr. Elton does.

Hear this extract, Miss Woodhouse.

[clears throat]

- Hear this...
- Enough about Mr. Elton.

- [Miss Bates] Miss Woodhouse!
- [Emma sighs heavily]

Miss Smith! Such news.

My niece, Jane Fairfax.

Miss Woodhouse, Jane Fairfax, she has...

Jane has surprised us. She is here.

Do come along. We must have tea.
It is too thrilling.

[Miss Bates]
She caught a bad cold. Poor thing.

So long ago as the 7th of November.

She has not been well since.

And her kind friends the Campbells

thought she'd better come home...

and try an air
that always agrees with her.

I hope that your father is well.

Very well. I thank you.

[Miss Bates]
She is very sorry to be parted

from her dear friends the Campbells.

And Mrs. Dixon.
And... [sighs] Mr. Dixon.

The most amiable young man

who did her so great a service
at Weymouth in October.

I still shudder to think what might have...
if not for Mr. Dixon...

with the waves and the water
and the sails. Oh.

Such a charming man.

Oh, dear.

Is this not pleasant?

She plans to stay three months.

We must have you all
to Hartfield.

Oh.

Oh, Mother, do you hear?

[shouting] Miss Woodhouse
has invited us to Hartfield!

Mother! You must sample the tart!

No, I do... I do not advise
the custard.

What do you say to half a glass of wine?

In a tumbler of water, naturally.
[chuckles, snorts]

We shall be seeing Frank any day now,
I have no doubt of it.

Now, Jane, Mr. Frank Churchill
is a man much talked about in Highbury.

Is he not, Miss Woodhouse?

We are all very eager to meet him.
He was at Weymouth when Jane was there.

We are very little acquainted.

Frank Churchill was at Weymouth?
In October?

[Harriet] That was the month
of his father's wedding.

But you must describe him.
Is he handsome?

Is he agreeable?

I believe he is generally thought so.

How well prepared this custard is.

I must ask your cook for the method.

♪ 'Tis the last rose of summer ♪

♪ Left blooming alone ♪

♪ All her lovely companions ♪

♪ Are faded and gone ♪

♪ No flower of her kind red ♪

♪ No rosebud is nigh ♪

♪ To reflect back her blushes ♪

♪ And give sigh for sigh ♪

♪ Oh, who would inhabit ♪

[sighs]

♪ This bleak world alone? ♪

Miss Fairfax. Oh.

What a pity you did not bring your music.

I hope I can recollect the tune.

Nobody in the world plays like you.

[rapid classical music playing]

I'm glad you invited Miss Fairfax to play.

Having no instrument at her grandmother's,
it must be a real indulgence.

I am glad you approve.

But I hope I am not often deficient
in what is due to my guests at Hartfield.

No. You are not often deficient.

You make it very plain
you do not like Miss Fairfax.

[sighs]

Everybody supposes we must be so fond
of each other because we are the same age.

Ever since I can remember,

I have been told I could find
no better companion than Jane Fairfax.

She who is so accomplished
and so superior.

She is certainly accomplished.

Perhaps the accomplished young woman
you wish to be thought yourself.

[music ends]

Three months of doing more than I wish
and less than I ought.

That indifferent, imperturbable statue.

- [bell jingles]
- [door opens]

- [gasps]
- [door closes]

I must go.

- [Miss Martin] Harriet.
- [gasps]

We have missed you.

Our mother's been asking for you.
Will you come and visit us again?

Of course.

Good day, Miss Martin.

Miss Catherine Martin.

Mr. Martin.

- [door opens]
- [bell jingles]

[door closes]

- [door opens]
- [bell jingles]

Miss Smith!

The... The near way is flooded.

You would do better
going by Mr. Cole's stables.

The ground is higher there.

[Emma] You behaved extremely well.

And it is over.

As a first meeting, it cannot occur again.

You must stay no longer
than a quarter of an hour.

And allow no dangerous reminiscences.

There must be no recurrence to the past.

[sighs]

I seek the village of Highbury, sir.

[driver] Over the bridge, left at
the Crown and you'll see the steeple.

Thank you. Very much obliged.

[Mrs. Weston] ...such a wonderful...

You must miss it.
Must miss it here.

It's lovely.

- Always lovely to visit Hartfield.
- Yes.

Here we are.

- My dear.
- Mrs. Weston.

This is my son...

Mr. Frank Churchill.

Miss Emma Woodhouse.

Miss Woodhouse.

He, uh... He's caught us
quite by surprise.

Indeed he has.

There are not many houses in which
I would presume on so far, sir, but...

in coming home,
I felt I might take the liberty.

[Mr. Weston laughs]

We have a plan to walk to the village,
Emma. Will you join us?

I would be delighted.

Splendid.

Right.

I believe we have a mutual acquaintance
in Jane Fairfax.

Did you meet often at Weymouth?

Pray, let us go in here.

That I may prove myself
to be a true citizen of Highbury,

I must buy something at Ford's.

- [door opens]
- [bell jingles]

- [door closes]
- [bell jingles]

And I beg your pardon, Miss Woodhouse.
You were speaking to me.

I merely asked whether you had known much
of Miss Fairfax and her party at Weymouth.

And now that I understand the question,

I must pronounce it
to be a very unfair one.

It is always the lady's right
to decide on the degree of acquaintance.

You answer as discreetly
as she would herself.

Though her account leaves
so much to be guessed...

that I really think you may say what
you like of your acquaintance with her.

I only know what is generally known,

that she is poor and of no consequence.

Here's where you have your balls,
I suppose.

Every fortnight through the winter.

I am afraid Highbury may yet
disappoint you, Mr. Churchill.

We have not society enough
for dancing.

Ah, but an inn of this size must have
a ballroom, and where there is a ballroom,

there can be a ball.

We cannot do without dancing.

Instances have been known
of young people passing

many, many months successfully
without any ball of any description,

and no injury either to body or to mind,

but when the felicities of rapid motion
have been felt...

it must be a very heavy heart
that does not ask for more.

[Mrs. Weston]
It is very dirty inside.

Oh, my dear, you are too particular.

By candlelight
it will be as clean as Randalls.

- [both laugh]
- We must have a ball.

Yes, and when we do,

may I hope for the honor of your hand
for the first two dances?

[laughs] The Coles are to hold
a supper party in Frank's honor,

and perhaps there'll be dancing there.

So, Emma Woodhouse
deigned to accept an invitation

from the merchant Mr. Cole.

Mr. Churchill will soon
return to Yorkshire.

We must make the most
of every opportunity until he does.

"We must."

He's in Highbury only two weeks.

And yet he spent a whole day
going to London just to get his hair cut.

Sixteen miles, twice over.

He's a trifling, silly fop.

[guests chattering]

[operatic singing with orchestra]

Mr. Cole.

Such grand estates
you have in common, gentlemen.

Donwell Abbey. Enscombe.
Soon to inherit, of course.

Soon to inherit Enscombe. Not too soon.

I trust your uncle, Churchill,
is in good health?

Excellent health.

And have you heard
the choicest piece of gossip

that has set all the tongues
of the village aflame?

A pianoforte, very elegant,

delivered to Miss Fairfax
this very morning with no return address.

I never saw so fine an instrument.

A pianoforte, very elegant,
and with no return address!

No return address.

Jane herself
is quite at a loss.

Quite bewildered to think
who could have sent it.

Bewildered indeed.

[guests continue chattering]

Why do you smile?

Nay, why do you?

I suppose I smile for pleasure.

A pianoforte is a very handsome present.

I rather wonder it was never made before.

Perhaps Miss Fairfax has never been
staying here so long before.

Or that Colonel Campbell did not give her
use of his own instrument,

which must now be shut up in London
untouched by anybody.

[chuckles]

She has done her hair in so odd a way,
I never saw anything like it.

[laughs]

Must be a fancy of her own.
I see nobody else looking like her.

[laughs]

If Colonel Campbell was not the giver,
who can be?

Mrs. Dixon?
As a token of her friendship perhaps?

What say you to Mr. Dixon?

Mr. Dixon?

He saved her life. Did you hear of it?

A water party, and by some accident
she was falling overboard. He caught her.

Ah.

Ladies and gentlemen, a duet!

What do you say to this, Emma?

I have made a match between
Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax.

Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax?

[Mrs. Weston] This pianoforte's
been sent to her by somebody.

She has always been a favorite with him.

Tonight, he sent his carriage for her
as a courtesy and walked himself.

Was that not gallant?

[whispers] Mr. Weston.

[music begins]

♪ Drink to me only with thine eyes ♪

♪ And I will pledge with mine ♪

♪ Or leave a kiss within the cup ♪

♪ And I'll not ask for wine ♪

♪ The thirst that
From the soul doth rise ♪

♪ Doth ask a drink divine ♪

♪ But might I of love's nectar sip ♪

♪ I would not change for thine ♪

[music continues]

[music ends]

[bell tolling]

"Enter not into judgment
with thy servant, O Lord...

for in thy sight..."

[pew creaks]

"...shall no man living be justified."

[whispered chattering]

[whispers] He is married!

It cannot be a long acquaintance.
He's only been gone six weeks.

My wife, Mrs. Augusta Elton.

This house is very like my brother,
Mr. Suckling's, seat at Maple Grove.

Very like.

I'm quite struck by the likeness.

Is it not astonishingly like,
dear husband?

Very like.

I really could almost
fancy myself at Maple Grove.

The staircase as I came in,
I observed how very like the staircase is.

Placed in exactly the same part
of the house. [giggles]

I assure you, Miss Woodhouse,
it is very delightful to me

to be reminded of a place I am
so extremely partial to as Maple Grove.

A most impressive residence.

Whenever you are transplanted like me,

Miss Woodhouse,

you will understand
how very delightful it is

to meet with anything at all that
reminds one of what one has left behind.

We have been calling at Randalls.

What pleasant people
the Westons seem to be.

And who should call in
while we were there?

Knightley. Knightley himself.

- [laughs]
- [chuckles]

Of course, as so particular
a friend of Mr. E's,

I had a great curiosity to meet him.

"My friend Knightley"
had been so often mentioned

that I really was impatient to see him.

And I must do my caro sposo
the justice to say

that he not need be
at all ashamed of his friend.

"Knightley."

I could not have believed it. "Knightley."

Never met him before in her life
and calls him "Knightley."

And to "discover" that he is a gentleman.

Upstart, vulgar being,
with her "Mr. E" and her "caro sposo."

[Mr. Weston] Emma.

- [Emma] Mr. Weston.
- Miss Smith.

The Churchills have settled
at Richmond. Here.

Frank is returning.
We shall have our ball.

[gasps]

[all laughing]

[clears throat]

No. No.

You are Frank Churchill.

Of course.

[laughing]

[both laughing]

[humming tune]

You dance so beautifully.

Oh! Oh, this is brilliant indeed.

This is admirable.

Excellently contrived, upon my word.

Nothing wanting.

Oh! Miss Woodhouse,
you must really have had Aladdin's lamp.

[laughs]

This is meeting quite in fairyland.

Such a transformation.

Now where shall we sit?
Where shall we sit?

Now, anywhere
where Jane is not in a draft.

How do you like my gown?

- [Harriet gasps]
- Oh! Mr. Elton!

I do not know whether
it is not overtrimmed.

I have the greatest dislike
to the idea of being overtrimmed.

Quite a horror of finery.
[chuckles]

Of course, I must put on a few ornaments
now because it is expected.

A bride, you know,
must appear like a bride.

But my natural taste
is all for simplicity.

How do you like Jane's hair?

She did it all herself. Too wonderful.

No hairdresser from London, I think,
could do a finer style.

Emma, it has just occurred to us

that Mrs. Elton will expect
to be asked to begin the ball.

And she will surely think
Frank ought to ask her.

Frank cannot break his promise to you.
He's promised you the first two dances.

Here's the plan. I will ask Mrs. Elton.

The ball is in Frank's honor,
but it is in my design.

I shall ask her.

You must submit to stand second.

A bride must be first in company.

It is almost enough
to make me think of marrying.

[chuckles]

Must I go first?

I really am ashamed
to always be leading the way. Ha ha.

- [chuckles]
- [string instruments warming up]

- [man] Gentlemen!
- [clapping]

[classical music playing]

You have been much missed in Highbury.

Have I?

How is your aunt?

Most reluctant to release me.

Do you not dance, Mr. Elton?

Most readily, Mrs. Weston,
if you will dance with me.

- Oh.
- Ah.

Well, perhaps...

There is a young lady disengaged

whom I should be very glad
to see dancing... Miss Smith.

- [Mr. Elton] Miss Smith.
- [music ends]

If I were not an old married man.
But my dancing days are over.

Mrs. Weston, you will excuse me.

Will you dance, Miss Smith?

[classical music playing]

Thank you.

For your kindness to Harriet.

He was unpardonably rude.

And he aimed
at wounding more than Harriet.

I was completely mistaken in Mr. Elton.

There is a littleness about him
which you discovered and I did not.

You would have chosen for him better
than he has chosen for himself.

Harriet Smith
has some first-rate qualities

which Mrs. Elton is totally without.

She does you credit, Emma, as you do her.

Oh! Miss Woodhouse. Come.
Set your companions an example.

They're all lazy. They're all asleep!
We must dance another set!

[Emma] I am ready
whenever I am wanted.

With whom will you dance?

With you.

If you will ask me.

You have shown that you can dance,

and we are not really so much brother
and sister as to make it improper.

No indeed.

[classical music playing]

[Mrs. Elton]
Stop it. Stop embarrassing yourself.

I am not embarrassing myself!

[music ends]

[woman] Oh!

Mr. Churchill! Harriet!
What has happened?

She was set upon by some gypsies
as she was coming home.

When she attempted escape, she fell.
She had a cramp.

- Too much dancing!
- Is she hurt?

I didn't see.

I arrived moments after...
and brought her here.

I could think of no other place.

To the drawing room!

It was on account of the scissors!

- The scissors?
- The scissors?

[groans]

I borrowed a pair of scissors
from Miss Bates.

I was halfway home
when I made the recollection

and so doubled back.

Whew.

[whimpering]

[Harriet screams, gasps]

What is your purpose here?

Um... my... my carriage...

My horse threw a shoe.

[Emma] You took your carriage
to the ball?

Yes.

What might have become of me,
Miss Woodhouse, if not for the scissors?

We must send for Perrie.

[whispering]
Miss Woodhouse.

[clears throat]

I believe I am in love again.

[Mr. Knightley] Mrs. Goddard
should be assured of her safety.

[Mr. Churchill]
Yes, and I shall rouse my father.

We ought to let them know that
there are gypsies in the neighborhood.

[Mr. Knightley]
Yes, let us go at once.

- Oh, Miss Woodhouse.
- Say nothing more.

Do not go!

Mr. Churchill.

Please.

Stay.

[Harriet moans]

What is the matter? What has happened?
Is she alive?

Harriet is unharmed, Papa.
We have Mr. Churchill to thank.

Please stay.
Mr. Knightley can sound the alarm.

We will both go.

Why are we alarmed?

We have sent for Perrie, Papa.

He is your superior, no doubt,
but wonderful things have taken place.

There have been matches
of greater disparity.

Believe me,
I have not the presumption to suppose.

- But the service he rendered you...
- Service?

The very recollection of it...
and all that I felt.

His coming to me, his noble look.

Such change in one moment,
from misery to...

to perfect happiness.

I was very wrong before.
I will be cautious now.

I am determined against any interference.

[operatic singing with orchestra]

What is this I hear, dear Jane,

about your going to the post office
in the rain last week?

Why, you sad girl.

Why would you do such a thing?

We will not allow you
to do such a thing again.

I shall speak to Mr. E.

The man who fetches our letters,
one of our men, I forget his name,

shall inquire for yours too.

Do you suppose
Mr. Knightley might extend us all

an invitation to the Abbey,
Miss Woodhouse?

I love to explore great houses
and I fear I have long exhausted Highbury.

I'm afraid Mr. Knightley's concerns

are all for his tenants
and none for his house, Mrs. Elton.

His ballrooms and picture galleries
are quite shut up.

I should be very glad to open Donwell
for your exploration, Mrs. Elton.

The welcome is long overdue.

Hmm. I should like that of all things.
Name your day and I will come.

I cannot name a day
until I have spoken to some others

whom I would wish to form the party.

Leave that to me.
It is my party, I will invite your guests.

I hope you will bring Elton,

but I will not trouble you
to give any other invitations.

[chuckles]

Well, now you are looking very sly.

But consider,

you need not be afraid
of delegating power to me.

Married women, you know,
may be safely authorized.

There is but one married woman
in all the world

whom I can ever allow to invite
what guests she pleases to Donwell.

Mrs. Weston, I suppose.

No. Mrs. Knightley.

Until she is in being,
I will manage such matters myself.

[chattering]

[gasps]

[Miss Bates]
Oh, my heavens.

Do you not feel transported?

I can hardly believe
that we remain in England.

[Miss Bates] ...and I was to accompany
him, but the night before his going

I was struck down by fever
and so I did not go.

Please excuse me.

Of course.

There is an excellent prospect
from the south window, Miss Smith.

May I escort you?

[Miss Bates] Jane, of course, knows
a great deal more of the world than I.

She has been to Ireland.

Will you be so kind, when I am missed,

to say that I am gone home?

If you wish it.

But you're not going
to walk back to Highbury alone.

- Are you unwell?
- Miss Woodhouse...

we all know at times
what it is to be wearied in spirits.

Mine, I confess, are exhausted.

Have I missed the party?

Not at all. We are exploring the house.

I was detained by my aunt.

A nervous seizure
which lasted some hours.

Had I known how hot a ride I should have,
I believe I should not have come at all.

[Emma] You will soon be cooler
if you sit down.

Some cold beer perhaps.

Soon as my aunt gets well again,
I shall go abroad.

I'm tired of doing nothing.
I want a change.

I'm serious, Miss Woodhouse,
whatever your penetrating eyes may fancy.

I'm sick of England.

You are sick of prosperity and indulgence.

Cannot you invent a few hardships
for yourself and be contented to stay?

You are quite mistaken. I do not look upon
myself as either prosperous or indulged.

[scoffs]

We're going to Box Hill tomorrow.

It is not the Grand Tour,

but it will be something
for a young man so much in want of change.

Well, if you wish me to stay
and join the party, I will.

How much I am obliged to you
for telling me to come today.

I had quite determined
to go away again.

Yes, you were very cross.

[insect buzzing]

Our companions are excessively stupid.

What shall we do to rouse them?

Hmm? Any nonsense will serve.

[claps hands] Ladies and gentlemen,
I am ordered by Miss Woodhouse

to say that she desires to know
what you are all thinking of.

[laughs]

Dear. What we are thinking of?

Is Miss Woodhouse sure that she would
like to know what we are all thinking of?

No, no. Upon no account in the world.

It is the very last thing
I would stand the brunt of just now.

It is the sort of thing which I should not
have thought myself privileged

to inquire into, as chaperon of the party.

Very true, my love. Very true.

But some ladies will say anything.

Best to pass it off as a joke.

Everybody knows what is due to you.

They are most of them affronted.
I will attack them with more address.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I am ordered by Miss Woodhouse

to say that she waives her right
of knowing what you may be thinking of

and only requires something entertaining
from each of you.

She demands either one thing very clever
or two things moderately clever,

or three things very dull indeed.

And she engages
to laugh heartily at them all.

Oh. Very well, then.
I need not be uneasy.

Three things very dull indeed?
That will do just for me.

I shall be sure to say three dull things
as soon as I open my mouth.

Ah, ma'am, but there is the difficulty.
When have you ever stopped at three?

Oh.

No. I see what she... she means.

I shall try to hold my tongue. Heh.

I like this plan. Uh...

Agreed, agreed, agreed, agreed.

Uh, I shall do my best. Um...

I'm making a conundrum.

How will a conundrum reckon?

[Mr. Churchill] Low, I am afraid, sir,
but we shall be indulgent.

Mr. Knightley,

I must have made myself
very disagreeable...

or she would not have said such a thing
to an old friend.

I cannot think what I have done.

What two letters of the alphabet are there
that express perfection?

What two letters express perfection?

I'm... I'm sure I do not know.

Well, I shall tell you. M and A, "Emma."

[chuckling]

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Mr. Weston has shown us how to play
this game, but also how to end it,

for who can improve upon perfection?

[Mrs. Elton] I protest. I must be excused.

I do not pretend to be a wit.

I really must be allowed to judge
when to speak and when to hold my tongue.

[Mr. Elton] Shall we walk, Augusta?

Most willingly. I am very tired
of exploring so long on one spot.

Shall we join Mrs. Elton, ma'am?

[voice trembling]
If you please, my dear.

With all my heart, I am quite ready.

How could you be so unfeeling
to Miss Bates?

It was not so very bad.

How could you be so insolent
to a woman of her character and age

and situation?

I daresay she did not understand me.

I assure you she did.

She felt your full meaning.
She has talked of it since.

I know there is not a better creature
in the world...

I wish you could have heard
how she talked of it.

With what candor and generosity.

You must allow that what is good
and what is ridiculous

are most unfortunately blended in her.

They are blended in her, I acknowledge.

And were she a woman of fortune,

I would not quarrel with you for any
liberties of manner, but she is poor.

She has sunk from the comfort
she was born to

and if she live to an old age,
she will probably sink more.

- She has seen you grow up from...
- It is too hot.

- ...when her notice of you was an honor.
- And I am tired!

To have you now, in thoughtless spirits
and the pride of the moment,

laugh at her and humble her,

and before her niece and before others,

many of whom are entirely guided
by your treatment of her.

It was badly done indeed!

[sobbing]

Go!

[sobbing]

[sobs]

I have been unpardonably vain...

and insufferably arrogant.

I have been inconsiderate...

and indelicate
and irrational and unfeeling and...

[sobbing]

[piano playing]

[piano continues]

[knock on door]

I'm afraid Jane is not very well.

Dreadful headache. Writing all morning.

Such long letters.

I said, "My dear,
you shall blind yourself."

I'm so very sorry, Miss Bates.

Please give Jane my good wishes.

You were kept waiting at the door.
I was quite ashamed.

You see, there was a little bustle,

for it so happened
we did not hear the knock,

and until you were on the stairs
we did not know that anybody was coming.

So very kind.

But you are always kind, Miss Woodhouse.

Ah. Emma. How did you find them?

Emma has been to call on
Mrs. and Miss Bates, Mr. Knightley.

She is always so attentive to them.

Uh...

I regret I cannot stay, sir.

We will miss you in the evening.

Goodbye, Emma.

[door closes]

What has happened?

Mrs. Churchill is dead.

Dead?

Yes, we always thought
her illness was invented, but...

Emma.

Frank was here this very morning
on the most extraordinary errand.

It is impossible to express our surprise.

Frank and Jane Fairfax are engaged.

What?

There's been a solemn engagement
between them ever since October.

Formed at Weymouth
and kept a secret from everybody.

What?

Engaged?

Before either of them came to Highbury?

Secretly engaged.

Of course, had his aunt heard of it
she would have cut him off.

It has hurt me, Emma, very much.
It has hurt his father equally.

He sent the pianoforte.

He has confessed it.

Emma, you must know
it was our darling wish.

Oh. No. Not for me.

I'm so very sorry, Harriet.

But why should you condole me?

You do not think I care
about Mr. Frank Churchill?

There was a time,
and not very distant either,

when you gave me reason to believe
that you did care about him.

Him? [laughs]

Never. Dear Miss Woodhouse,
how could you so mistake me?

Harriet, what do you mean?

I should not have thought it possible
that you could have misunderstood me.

But you told me
that greater things had happened.

That there had been matches
of greater disparity.

Those were your very words,
Miss Woodhouse.

Harriet, let us understand
each other now

without possibility of further mistake.

Are you speaking of Mr. Knightley?

Of course.

- But...
- I thought you knew.

But the service Mr. Churchill rendered you
in protecting you from the gypsies.

Oh, no. It was not the gypsies. No.

I was thinking of a much more
precious circumstance.

Of Mr. Knightley's coming
and asking me to dance...

when Mr. Elton would not stand up with me.

Good God.

And have you any idea of
Mr. Knightley's returning your affection?

I must say that I have.

He has shown me sweetness...

and kindness.

And at Donwell he took great pains

to describe to me some particulars
of the management of his tenant farms.

We were interrupted, but before we were...

he seemed almost to be asking me
if my affections were engaged.

Yes, but...

is it possible that he might have
been alluding to Mr. Martin?

That he might have had
Mr. Martin's interest in view?

You think of Mr. Knightley for yourself.

[scoffs] Harriet.

I do not flatter myself
with any idea of his attachment to me.

Harriet?

I should have considered it
too great a presumption

even to think of him but for you.

Harriet.

I know that he is the last man
who would intentionally

give any woman the idea of his feeling
more for her than he does, so...

if you believe he loves you...

I refused Mr. Martin because of you.

Because...

Harriet.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[Mr. Knightley] Emma!

Mr. Knightley.

Have you heard the news?

Miss Fairfax and Frank Churchill.

I did not see it. But then I seem
to have been doomed to blindness.

Time, my dearest Emma,
time will heal the wound.

He will soon be gone. You will forget him.

You are very kind.
But you are mistaken.

My blindness to what was going on

led me to act in a way
that I must always be ashamed of,

but I have no other regret.

With respect to Mr. Churchill.

He is a disgrace to the name of man.

And is he to be rewarded
with that sweet young woman? Jane.

Jane...

You will be a miserable creature.

Everything turns out for his good.
His aunt is in the way, his aunt dies.

He uses everybody ill
and they're delighted to forgive him.

He is a fortunate man indeed.

You speak as if you envied him.

And I do envy him.

Emma...

in one respect,
he is the object of my envy.

You will not ask me why. You are...

You are determined, I see,
to have no curiosity. You are wise.

But I cannot be wise.

I must tell you, Emma,

what you will not ask, though I may
wish it unsaid the next moment.

Well, then do not speak it.

If you wish to speak to me as a friend,

or to ask my opinion as a friend,

I will hear whatever you like.

As a friend.
Emma, that, I fear, is a word...

Tell me, Emma.

Have I no chance of ever succeeding?

My dearest Emma,
for dearest you will always be,

my dearest, most beloved Emma,
tell me at once.

I cannot make speeches. If I...

If I loved you less then I might
be able to talk about it more...

but you... you...
you know what I am.

I have lectured you
and I have blamed you

and you have borne it

as no other woman in England
could have borne it.

God knows I have been
a very indifferent lover.

But you understand me.
You understand my feelings.

Will you marry me?

Oh.

- Emma.
- Oh.

Emma.

Oh.

- Emma.
- Oh.

- Emma.
- No. I...

- Emma.
- Oh.

No. I... I...

I cannot!

- Why not?
- Harriet!

- Harriet?
- She's in love with you!

And she believes
that you may love her too.

- And you danced with her!
- Oh.

- And shown her kindness.
- Oh.

And took notice of her at Donwell

and spoke of farming and...

[sobbing]

And seemed on the verge of asking
if her affections were engaged!

To Robert Martin! To Robert Martin!
She told you this?

I cannot break her heart again!

I shall call on Robert Martin
this very evening.

I shall urge him to put his suit
to Miss Smith a second time.

He still loves her, I am certain
that he does. He need only ask again.

Not by letter but in person.

Ohh. No.

No, I must do it.

I must go.

[chuckles]

[rooster crowing]

[chickens clucking]

Mr. Martin...

I have a confession to make.

I have caused you great suffering.

As I have also caused
the suffering of my friend.

My dearest friend.

[singers] ♪ How firm a foundation
Ye saints of the Lord ♪

♪ Is laid for your faith
In His excellent word ♪

♪ What more can He say
Than to you He hath said ♪

♪ To you who unto Jesus
For refuge have fled ♪

Harriet.

Mr. Robert Martin has offered me his hand.

I have accepted.

Then he is the most fortunate man
of my acquaintance.

Harriet, I...

There is something else.

I have had a letter from my father.

Now that I have come of age,
he has revealed himself.

He is a tradesman.

In Bristol.

He makes galoshes.

He comes to Highbury next week
on purpose to meet with me.

Then I hope
you will bring him to Hartfield.

[laughs]

[laughs]

♪ As I was a-walking
One midsummer's morning ♪

♪ I heard the birds whistle
And the nightingales play ♪

♪ And there did I spy
A beautiful maiden ♪

[laughing]

♪ As I was a-walking
Along the highway ♪

♪ "Oh, where are you going
My fair, pretty lady? ♪

♪ Oh, where are you going
So early this morn?" ♪

♪ She said, "I've gone down
To visit my neighbors ♪

♪ I'm going down to Warwick
The place I was born" ♪

♪ It's "May I come with you
My sweet pretty darling? ♪

♪ May I go along
In your sweet company?" ♪

♪ Then she turned her head
And smiling all at me ♪

♪ Saying, "You may come with me
Kind sir, if you please" ♪

[Mr. Woodhouse] Do you...

Do you feel a draft, Mr. Knightley?

About the knees.

I cannot say that I do, sir.

[Mr. Woodhouse] Ah.

Pity.

In fact... yes, sir.
A chill draft.

Chill.

The screen. Bartholomew!

Charles, make haste.

No, not that... This one.

No, not that one. This one.

How could I ever leave him?

He can remove with you to Donwell.

[Emma] You know he never would.
He could not stand it.

Then I shall come here.

- You would quit the Abbey?
- Yes.

Sacrifice your independence?

Yes.

And live constantly with my father
in no house of your own?

Yes.

[Mr. Woodhouse]
Uh, how is it now, Mr. Knightley?

It's much better now.

[exhales]

Dearly beloved friends...

we gather here in the sight of God

to join together this man...

and this woman

in holy matrimony,

an honorable estate instituted by God...

in the time of man's great innocence.

[man] ♪ All is for my mistress
All is for my maid ♪

♪ Sweetness that I took
For sweetness that she gave to me ♪

♪ My queen bee ♪

♪ Though my heart has long
Been given to you ♪

♪ Summer's turn is nigh ♪

♪ Swifts and swallows
Swoop and yearn for you ♪

♪ With all that's in the sky ♪

♪ But blow the wind and come the rain ♪

♪ And come my love again ♪

♪ All is for my mistress
All is for my maid ♪

♪ Sweetness that I took
For sweetness that she gave to me ♪

♪ My queen bee ♪

♪ Autumn's flourish fruit
That falls for you ♪

♪ Apples sweet as death ♪

♪ All that falls has lived
And died for you ♪

♪ Gently come to rest ♪

♪ But blow the wind
And come the rain ♪

♪ Come my love again ♪

♪ All is for my mistress
All is for my maid ♪

♪ Sweetness that I took
For sweetness that she gave to me ♪

♪ My queen bee ♪

♪ Winter's kiss has some enthralled ♪

♪ So they keep their fires bright ♪

♪ But my breast is lit
With flames to shun ♪

♪ The dying of the light ♪

♪ Oh, blow the wind and come the rain ♪

♪ And come my love again ♪

♪ All is for my mistress
All is for my maid ♪

♪ Sweetness that I took
For sweetness that she gave to me ♪

♪ My queen bee ♪

♪ I'll speak love's truth
With oak and ash for you ♪

♪ Sing through April's tears ♪

♪ I will weave the bonny
Flowers of spring for you ♪

♪ I will walk for years ♪

♪ Oh, blow the wind and come the rain ♪

♪ And take my heart again ♪

♪ Yes, blow the wind and come the rain ♪

♪ And come my love again ♪

♪ All is for my mistress
All is for my maid ♪

♪ Sweetness that I took
For sweetness that she gave to me ♪

♪ My queen bee ♪

[operatic singing with orchestra]

[device clicks, whirs]

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