All language subtitles for TheNewWorld

Come, spirit.

Help us sing the story of our land.

You are our mother.

We, your field of corn.

We rise

from out of the soul of you.

Dear Mother.

You fill the land with your beauty.

You reach to the end of the world.

How shall I seek you?

Show me your face.

You, a great river...

that never runs dry.

Let him go.

You said to hang him, sir.

Now, remember, Smith,
you've come to these shores in chains.

You're under a cloud

which will darken considerably if I hear
any more of your mutinous remarks.

Is that understood?

Captain Newport, sir.

I found oysters.

They're as thick as my hands.
They're the size of stones, sir.

And there's fish everywhere.
They're flappin' against your legs.

- We're gonna live like kings.
- All these months at sea.

I'm weary of looking further.

This place will serve.

We have deep water to the shore.
We can see up and down the river.

Our enemies will have
no advantage of surprise.

Uh, bring the anchors
and mainsails to shore,

in case some homesick persons
decide to slip away with them.

We must be careful
not to offend the Naturals.

If our crops fail,
we shall be obliged to trade with them.

Once we're established here,

we may go up the river

and seek a route to the other sea.

The savages often visit us kindly.

Timid, like a herd of curious deer.

Tonight we shall sleep
aboard our ships, everyone in full armor.

In the morning,
we will chop down every tree

within half a mile of the moorage

and use the straightest limbs
to erect a line of watchtowers

and to build our fort.

When we have done that,

we set our wheat and barley,
put up houses and lay in firewood.

Slackers will be whipped
at the sight of their transgression.

- Sir.
- Yes, Emery?

When might we, uh, be going out to...

poke about, sir?

We are not here to pillage and raid.

We are here to establish a colony.

How many lands behind me?

Gold will do you no good.

Not six months from now
when the snows begin to fly.

How many seas?

What blows and dangers?

Fortune ever my friend.

Smoke.

Five kegs is gone since we landed.
Somebody stole 'em.

Rain's got into this, and worms here.

- Brand him.
- And here.

Cut off his ears.

Captured these two, sir,

talking to the men, spying.

Hey, you.

He stole a hatchet!

We have lost the favor of the Naturals.

Had we not sighted land the day we did,

I would have turned back.

We have eaten the majority of our stores.

Our best men are sick with fever.
The rest will soon breed mutiny.

We might as well be shipwrecked.

Now, the Naturals tell me, uh,

of a city up the river

and of a mighty king who lives there.

I propose we send an envoy to this king

to see whether he can
be persuaded to trade with us.

Meanwhile, I shall, uh, return
to England for fresh supplies.

I won't be back until spring.

Ratcliffe here will be in command.

As to who will approach the savage king,

I needn't tell you
it will be a hazardous mission.

Captain Smith is the only
professional soldier among us.

Smith, sir?

What are - What are -
What are his qualifications?

Those you lack.

I should very dearly
like to know one thing.

What is to prevent
this friend of the hangman

from making league with the Naturals
and turning upon us?

Only under the extremity of torture,
I should like to assume.

Or, indeed, instructing them
in the conduct of war

and English strategies,
if I may make so bold.

H-His right to the title of captaincy
is dubious at best.

The lowborn son of a farmer

cannot be expected to behave
with a gentleman's sense of propriety.

Perhaps you'd like to go, Wingfield.

Smith, you have an opportunity
to repair your reputation.

I expect you to welcome it.

Who are you whom I so faintly hear,

who urge me ever on?

You have the makings of a leader, Smith.

Can one rely on you?

What voice is this that speaks within me,

guides me towards the best?

Where?

Always the star was guiding me.

Leading.

Drawing me on...

past the cape never rounded,

to the fabled land.

There, life shall begin.

A world equal to our hopes.

A land where one
might wash one's soul pure,

rise to one is true stature.

We shall make a new start.

A fresh beginning.

Here the blessings of the earth
are bestowed upon all.

None need grow poor.

Here there is good ground for all

and no cost but one 's labor.

We shall build a true commonwealth.

Hard work and self-reliance our virtues.

We shall have no landlords
to wrack us with high rents

or extort the fruit of our labor.

No man shall stand above any other
but all live under the same law.

Captain, we haven't the draft
to go any further.

Put in.

None shall eat up carelessly
what his friends got worthily

or steal away
that which virtue has stored up.

Men shall not make each other their spoil.

Let's go back, sir, gather a larger party.

We're lost.

There the Naturals go!

Let him go!

Tide's run out, Captain.

Bottom's draggin' on the mud, sir.

Keep your matchlock lit.
Fire a shot if you see anything.

The sun.

And the moon as well.

It shows you how the sun chases the night
continually around the world.

The sky? No.

From England, a land to the east.

Leave?

There won't be any leaving till spring.
The boats won't be back till then.

We have articles that might interest you.

Gunpowder.

At the moment I was to die,
she threw herself upon me.

Sky.

Sky.

Sun.

Sun.

Water.

Wind.

Wind. Wind.

Wind.

Eyes.

Eyes.

Lips.

Lips.

Mm-hmm.

Ear.

All the children of the king
were beautiful, but she, the youngest,

was so exceedingly so
that the sun himself,

though he saw her often,

was surprised whenever
she came out into his presence.

Her father had a dozen wives,

a hundred children.

But she was his favorite.

She exceeded the rest,

not only in feature and proportion,
but in wit and spirit too.

All loved her.

Moon.

Oh! Oh!

They are gentle,

loving,

faithful,

lacking in all guile and trickery.

The words denoting lying, deceit,

greed, envy, slander and forgiveness

have never been heard.

They have no jealousy,

no sense of possession.

Real, what I thought a dream.

I am not guarded.

No.

It seems they are watching me,
yet I wander where I will.

- Smoke.
- Smoke.

- Fire.
- Fire.

They trust me as a brother.

- Heat.
- Heat.

Heat.

I, who was a pirate,
who lived to steal what I could.

I am a free man now.

All that they have is given me.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Saved a child from drowning.

Never had it struck me
so forcefully before

that I have the power
to grant life and health to others.

Lawless.

Heaven in all things.

I was a dead man.

Now I live.

You, my light.

My America.

Love.

Shall we deny it when it visits us?

Shall we not take what we are given?

There is only this.

All else is unreal.

Mother.

Where do you live?

In the sky?

The clouds?

The sea?

Give me a sign.

We rise.

We rise.

Afraid of myself.

A god, he seems to me.

What else is life but being near you?

Do they suspect?

Oh, to be given to you.

You to me.

I will be faithful to you.

True.

Two no more.

One.

One.

I am.

I am.

The king announced that I was free.

He was sending me back,

and on the understanding
that once spring came,

we were to go back
to where we came from.

His chiefs had advised him to kill me.

I had gained a knowledge
of their arms, their strong places.

But his daughter assured him
I was a good man.

I should tell people that though
the Naturals lived in peace,

they yet were strong and would not
suffer their land to be taken a way.

There was no sea beyond the mountains.

Only a land stretching away forever
in great meadows,

a land which had no end.

Captain Smith.

You're back.

The savages will
have to stop here, Captain.

- Where you been?
- It's like seeing a ghost.

You look like you've come back
from the dead.

- Where's Captain Ratcliffe?
- No word.

People said he went over to England.

You should've never trusted him.
Did you bring food?

- We're starving.
- I brought food.

Someone got killed.
Just fell over.

Four months of stealin' and stealin'
and stealin' and stealin'.

Get up!

Gamblin'. They bowl
while the houses fall down.

- Look at the church.
- All the sickness comin' from the marsh.

- Who's takin' care of you?
- No one.

That's all it is, just dying
and sickness and all that.

- I saw a body in the mud.
- You're a liar!

- I saw a leg in the bed.
- You are a liar!

Why was the leg in the bed?
Why was the leg in the bed?

Thieves! Jackals!
Lash their feet!

You're looking rather well, Smith.

Been enjoying yourself, have you?

Been enjoying yourself mightily, I expect.

You were sent to relieve our situation, not
to pleasure yourself. We here have suffered.

I'll ignore the stories
which bring officialdom into disrepute.

No speeches, Smith.
Things are different now.

We can't allow cheek.

Allow cheek, and we shall have chaos.
I wear the medal now.

I am president and you have
been stripped of your captaincy.

- Are you qualified to pass judgment on me?
- That really needn't concern us at the moment.

'Tis a pity you were not here at the time
of your trial to defend yourself.

I presume you were too afraid,
too guilty to return.

- My trial?
- Yes.

You were indicted
upon a chapter in Leviticus

and tried during
the period of your desertion.

Our law is speedy here.

Been keepin' all the good food
for himself, Smith, giving us rotten corn.

You, sir, have no other eyes and ears
than those which grow on Smith's head here.

He does nothing
but tend his own pot, spit and oven.

I have shared all.
I have kept nothing for myself. Nothing!

His name is not even Wingfield.
It's Woodson.

Woodson is the name.

Left England under a cloud of disgrace.

Seize them. Seize them!

Any man impeding the punishment of
these rogues will be dealt with harshly!

Here.

There's no sense in waiting for a trial.
This is mutiny.

I dispatch you herewith
in the name of the king.

Dead as an herring.
Serves him right.

I can ratify what Mr. Argall said.

Were we in England,
I should be ashamed

to let my servant keep company
with such fellows.

You never had a servant.
You were a servant.

I eta single chicken,
and that when I were ill.

Small here has eaten six, a number of which
he could not be troubled to cook.

I say it's Captain Smith should lead us.

- Aye.
- Aye.

Tell her.

Tell her what?

I love you.

But I cannot love you.

It was a dream.

Now I am awake.

Look who wandered in.

- What should we do with him?
- Nothing.

He's mad.

Harmless.

It's yours.

Take it home.

Lad.

And withdraw!

- March!
- St. George! St. George!

- March!
- St. George!

- March!
- St. George!

- March!
- St. George!

March!

I let her love me.

I made her love me.

And what was your disagreement about?

He said today's the 15th of October.
I said the 17th.

I must.

You were fightin'
about the date of the year?

Damnation is like this.

Didn't I tell you to dig a new well
farther from the shore?

Why hasn't this been done?

Every man will stop what he's doin'
right now and start diggin' the well!

Those of you that cannot
carry the dirt in buckets

shall carry it with your own hands.

He that will not work shall not eat.

The labors of honest and industrious men

shall not be consumed
to maintain the idleness of a few.

The country is to them a misery

a death, a hell.

While they starve, they dig for gold.

There is no talk, no hope,

no work but this.

If there's so much gold,
why don't the Naturals have any?

You' re chasm' a dream.

You see what men they've sent us?

A headless multitude. They will not
sow corn for their own bellies.

They would rather eat their fish raw than go a
stone's throw and fetch some wood to dress it.

Bad water.

Sturgeon gone.

- The waste cities, they shall live in them.
- Mutterings.

They shall plant vineyards
and drink the wine!

In that day -

Love good and hate evil
and close up the breaches of -

Take away from me the noise
of your music and your songs

so I will not hear
the melody of thine harp.

The Lord has given the command
and he will smash them!

The large house into pieces
and the small house into bits!

Somebody should shoot Small there.

He hasn't got a ghost of a chance
and he'll contaminate us all.

He used Wortham's spoon.
Now Wortham's gone. My friend.

Have we gotta wait till all is dead?

Sir. Ackley's dead.

Somebody ate his hands.

Went out in the height of style anyhow.

Such... tranquillity.

You'd think he could speak.

I shall miss him.
I think we all shall.

We're 38 now.

To go back up that river.

To love her in the wild.

What holds you here?

What are your intentions towards her?

Towards them?

There's nothin' in the river.
The river's empty.

We wanna go back to England.
Please, can we -

- Where's Captain Newport?
- There's nothin' to eat.

- Captain Newport will be back shortly.
- Does he have food?

- He'd better.
- But when will we go back to England?

They're eatin' all the dead.

You believe in ghosts, Captain?

People don't care
about those Indians no more.

What's this?

Don't put yourself in danger.

You don't have to do anything else for us.

Why have you not come to me?

I know, my love.

Don't trust me.

You don't know who I am.

Remember.

Thank you.

May God be with you.

Who are you, whom I love?

She.

Brass touched her hand.

- Where are you going?
- Crabs in a bucket.

Where you would not dare to follow.

Scuttling over each other.

Don't you think you should take more men?

They can come if they choose.

I will see if we can trade
with another tribe.

Be careful, sir.

Is she waiting?

There.

What else is life but living there?

Steal her love.

She lay in peace,

gazed at the sky.

Motionless.

Afraid of what I most desire.

Fool, I was.

Stillness.

Cannot walk two paths at once.
Leave her free.

Can't deceive the good.

Peace.

Without craving or desire.

Cling to the good.

As long as you do,
you have a claim on life.

Sail.

Sail on.

The source of all evil.

It excuses vulgarity.

Makes wrong right, base noble.

There's something I know when I'm with you
that I forget when I'm away.

Tell me, my love,

did you wish for me to come back
and live with you again?

True.

Shut your eyes.

Is this the man I love?

So long.

A ghost.

Come.

Where are you, my love?

Free.

What do I fear?

Can love lie?

You.

We can't go into the forest.

Could I show you England?

No, it's too far.

If I can be with you...

that is all.

That fort is not the world.

The river leads back there.

It leads onward too,

deepen...

Into the wild.

Start over.

Exchange this false life for a true one.

Give up the name of Smith.

What are you doing here?

Beg your pardon, sir.
You were gone longer than we expected.

Appears I've wandered off myself a bit.

No ties.

Space enough at last...

to break free.

Can I lead them off some other way?

Later.

What about the soil, Captain?
Is it as good as we thought?

Later.

- Not really.
- Always alone.

- In fact, I've rarely seen such a pest hole.
- No.

Look about you. Everything's swamp.

With water standing in lakes and pools
so the ground gives way beneath your feet.

Let the dead bury the dead.

I suspect there's more puddles
than dry land.

Each producing more mosquitoes in their
slime than there are beads in a nunnery,

and each mosquito is hungry as a priest.

None but a savage could inhabit the place.

But west of here,
towards the mountains, or south,

that is something else.

- The deep, dark pool.
- We can sail on.

- Come.
- Seek a passage.

My love.

It flows.

Where? Life.

Are you true?

Me, in your soul.

Life.

Am I a deceiver?

My mouth is dry.

My body trembles.

Shall I let myself go?

- My skin burns.
- Trust.

- How false I am.
- I have two minds.

Wait. Should I tell Father?

There's nothing but this.

Not yet.

What was I?

What am I now?

Oh, Mother.

What have I done?

Love has unbound my limbs.

This love is like pain.

- I am.

I shall be...

yours.

Come away.

You must tell me why.

- They can't hear. I've sent 'em away.
- He sees you mean to stay.

They're coming.

Make peace with him.

He won't accept peace.

Why would he?

- Come away.
- Where would we live?

In the woods?

In a treetop?
A hole in the ground?

You have to come with me... into the fort.

Your people will know you came here.
They'll find out soon enough.

Go! On the double, gentlemen!

God save the king!

- Port your pikes!
- God save the king!

- Port your pikes!
- God save the king!

Charge!

And on the Swiss step, gentlemen,

march!

St. George! St. George! St. George!

Prepare to stand!

- Stand!
- St. George!

Musketeers advance!

Fire!

Company -

Hold the ground! Hold together, men!

- You're like a herd of deer!
- What are you waiting for?

How can you own land?

This earth was made for such
as shall improve it!

As knows how to live!

They have no sound, sir,
but I - I couldn't -

Fire on him!

What are you waiting for? Fire on him!

You heathen bastards!

Please.

Seeds of sulphur!

Sons of fire!
Devils from the mouth of hell!

Retreat! Fall back!

Lord, turn not away thy face.

You desire not the death of a sinner.

We have gone away from you.

I have not harkened to your voice.

Let us not be brought to nothing.

- Gather reinforcements!
- They're climbing up the wall!

The water is poisoned.

They put a dead dog in the well.

We can't go out to look for fish or game.

How long can we last?

Starvation does fearful things to a man.

I hate your hearts.

I'm not entirely sure I should have
the use of this hand again.

You see my value
as the carcasses of unburied men.

There's something you're not telling us,
and I got a right to know.

Tired of your contempt.

What have you done to them?

- You don't know where you are.
- There's something you're not telling us.

Like a wasp in a bottle.

Trapped.

To give light to them.

Deliver us from evil.

Not sit in darkness.

Deal not with us after our sins.

All thy people.

I have become, as it were,
a monster unto many.

Cast me not away.

Make me a clean heart.

Tell him.

The princess is up the river at Pastancy.

They sent her to her uncle, Patawomeck,

lord of the naked devils of that region,
and, by the by, an acquaintance of mine.

So I get talkin' to his nibs,
and he proposes to sell her.

He says with her at the fort,
the emperor will not dare attack us.

- He dotes on her.
- You're certain she's the one you saw?

With these eyes.
I spoke to the king directly.

And what does this rogue
propose to sell her for?

I was getting to that.
His most favorite thing is combs.

But in this case, he seems
to have his heart set on a kettle.

You know, a copper kettle
like my mother had for makin' stew.

What use he means to make
of the instrument, I cannot say.

Well?

We don't take hostages.
King James would not approve.

- You'd rather see us annihilated?
- She's done enough for us.

She risked the beating out
of her own brains to save mine.

Come, Argall, threaten me!

Had she not fed us,
you would have starved.

Then I'd know I was gonna live
for a thousand years.

She's been the instrument
to preserve this colony from disaster.

We'll not return her kindness
by making her a captive.

She and her lot are on the verge
of killing us all.

I expect there will be scarce a handful alive
when the boats return, if they ever do.

You told us yourself that her father
regards her as no one else.

Or do you have private reasons
for this attitude of yours?

Return to your post.

The penalty for disobeyin' an order
of the president is hanging.

You're breakin' the laws.

This is mutiny.

Me breaking the laws.

I have information Smith here...

is planning to marry the wench
and make himself king of Virginia.

You're no longer in command, Smitty.

I shall wear the medal now.

You've been derelict
in your duties to the king.

You've betrayed these citizens
of Jamestown.

I, therefore, pronounce you unworthy
of being a member of this colony.

You're no longer in command, Smitty!

Oh, oh! High and mighty.

Lord and ruler. Huh?

No! No!

We must have order, huh?

We can't have everyone runnin' around
givin' themselves airs and graces,

'cause then -
then we would have chaos, huh?

- Scream.
- Come near.

- Gettin' the strokes.
- Come near me.

You say - You say,
"Friend. Friend, dear friend."

- You touch me now.
- "I pray to the gods for your good health."

"For the rest of my life, I will." Yeah?

No man shows me disrespect.

In all things -

may I stand by you.

Put him to hard labor.

Send him to the forest
to hew fresh timbers for the walls.

Set him by the heels each night
when he's done,

that through the long watches,
he might reflect on his transgressions.

Buckets now! Look behind you!

He got me with a spear!

Back up.
And you are a futile, barking dog!

Oh, Mother,

has he sent this ship for me?

Conscience is a nuisance.

A fly.

A barking dog.

If you don't believe you have one,

what trouble can it be to you?

Mother...

you are my strength...

or I have none.

Throw us your forward line!

The president.

Yes, I neglected to tell you.

The captain's
no longer occupying that post.

He will be able to explain
the reasons better than I.

It's the princess.

This will be your house, milady.

Reverend Whitaker,
the one what lived here, well,

he's dead and gone now, so...

The ships returned, firing their cannons -

...causing the Naturals to sue for peace.

They said they were goin' to fetch you.

I was against it.

I didn't wanna harm you.

And now there's disaster all around us.

We should have stopped
before it was too late.

POCAHONTAS'. What is right?

Give.

Wrong? Who is this man?

Now...

all is perfect.

Let me be lost.

True.

You flow through me...

like a river.

Come.

Follow me.

Thank thee, O Lord.

Very well.

Leave us alone.

You wish to bring charges
against this man?

Are you sure?

Well, fine then, Argall.
Enough of your quarrels. Be off.

I have news for you.

The king wants you to return to England

to prepare an expedition of your own

to chart the northern coasts

to see if you might find
a passage to the Indies.

I remember when you had sight
and ambition.

Shall you not press on?

Shall you be a discoverer of passages
which you yourself refused to explore,

beyond the threshold, that is?

The king has great hopes for you.

Plans.

Um, she's to take care of you now.

Uh, my name's Mary,
and yours, I believe, is, uh -

Oh, no. Um, she says
that's not her name anymore.

She hasn't got a name.

How unfortunate.

Well, we shall have to give you one.

Here.

Rub with the towel.

I will find joy in all I See.

- Where am I going?
- Mother.

- Fast.
- Little steps.

- So fast.
- I want my love.

Oh.

To go to him.

- The river.
- Living water.

To meet him.

Where does it come from?

Where is it going?

Why do they want gold?

Can't they make it?

Do they eat it?

...and our land,
but our eternal birthright.

Look beyond these gates.

Eden lies about us still.

We have escaped the Old World
and its bondage.

Let us make a new beginning
and create a fresh example for humanity.

We are the pioneers of the world,

the advance guard
sent on through the wilderness

to break a new path.

In our youth is our strength,
in our inexperience our wisdom.

God has given us a promised land,

a great inheritance.

Woe betide
if ever we turn our back on him.

Let us prepare a /and where a man
may rise to his true stature.

A land of the future.

A new kingdom of the spirit.

Remember what this country was...

Am I as you like?

His eyes...

You knew me as I was long ago.

I have never truly been the man
I seem to you to be.

What does he say?

Come. Let's sit by the river.

Mean?

I can't sleep till I see you again.

Look up.

You have no evil in you.

I belong to you.

He knows.

Where am I?

Wait two months,

then tell her I am dead.

Drowned.

Like that.

He's left you, Princess.

He told you a pack of lies.

Forget about him.

I, uh, have some terrible news.

Captain Smith is dead.
He drowned in the crossing.

He loved you very much.

Unwed.

Where is your love now?

Where is our child?

You have gone away with my life.

Killed the god in me.

The dogs come about us.

Like wolves,

they devour our soul.

Does the sun see this?

Save us.

Despise us not.

Man cannot spoil it.

He vanishes like the dew.

On the bed of fate, we lie.

We can enter you.

Question you.

I mourn.

I grieve.

Take my hand, Father.

Scorned.

- Cast out.
- Cut off.

A dog.

Come, death.

Take me.

Set me free.

Let me be what I was.

When first I saw her,

she was regarded as someone finished.

Broken. Lost.

She seemed barely to notice
the others about her.

Um, I would like to spend
the afternoon with you.

How do I ask?

A nature like yours
can turn trouble into good.

All this sorrow will give you strength

and point you on a higher way.

Think of a tree -
how it grows round its wounds.

If a branch breaks off, it don't stop,

but keeps reaching towards the light.

We must meet misfortune boldly

and not suffer it to frighten us.

We must act the play out,

then live our troubles down, my lady.

April, May and June,

July, August.

- What is a day?
- A day?

An hour?

An hour is 60 minutes.

Why does the Earth have colors?

Many passions have I endured.

Daily.

Hourly.

Even in my sleep.

Awaking me to astonishment.

This love has become...

such a labyrinth...

that I no longer know -

Were you sad -
- how to wind myself out from it.

to lose your wife and daughter?

Name this person.

Rebecca.

Rebecca, I baptize thee in the name
of the Father and the Son

and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

She has accepted my invitation
to Work in the fields.

For Rebecca.

She'll be missed.

She understands the culture of tobacco.

She's a good lass.

The people were sorry at her going.

Hours pass.

She speaks not a word.

Who are you?

What do you dream of?

We're like grass.

Are you kind?

She weaves all things together.

I touched her long ago...

without knowing her name.

All sings to her.

Suppose I asked you to marry me.
What would you say?

Are you asking me?

Where would we live?

Here.

England, if you wish.

Perhaps that would be best.
We could...

Well, you could forget your life
in this place.

Why do you shrink from me?

Won't you say yes?

If you like.

This isn't what I expected,

Rebecca.

I'm sorry.

Why are you crying?

I suppose...

I must be happy.

You do not love me now.

Someday you will.

You're not ignorant
to the heavy displeasure

which Almighty God conceived
against the sons of Levi and Israel

for marrying strange wives.

No.

Would you do anything necessary
to bring this about?

Yes, sir.

Would you write a petition

explaining, as the wealthiest
planter in Virginia -

The governor requires of me a letter -

- the benefit this would offer the colony?
- stating acceptable reasons for our union.

Could you state your hope that this
might be the beginning of the great work

of converting the Naturals,

that this idea came to you in no way
through any carnal affection,

but for the good of the plantation,
for the honor of your country

and your own soul?

Humiliated.

In service of saving
the non-believing creature -

And yet it does not touch me.

If this be not your true intent,
would you do that?

Yes.

Then surely you do love her, Mr. Rolfe.

Write.

I require and charge you,

as you will answer
on the dreadful day of judgment,

when the secrets of all hearts
are disclosed,

that if you know any impediment

why you should not be lawfully
joined together in matrimony -

you will confess it.

Mother.

Why can I not feel as I should?

Must.

Once false, I must not be again.

Take out the thorn.

Oh!

POCAHONTAS'. He is like a tree.

He shelters me.

I lie in his shade.

Can I ignore my heart?

What is from you...

and what is not?

Great Sun, I offer you thanks.

You give life to the trees and hills.

To the streams of water.

To all.

Mother.

Your love is before my eyes.

Show me your way.

Teach me your paths.

Give me a humble heart.

We've had some surprising news.

We've been invited to England -

...by the king and queen.

There will be a royal audience
in your honor.

You're known to them all.

His first mate gave him up
to pirates when his ship was stopped.

Five years!

All them ships
went off to Newfoundland. Yes.

He poked around the north.
Then he went home.

Captain Smith.

Yeah, he can make you laugh.

Things are different now.

They've sent him back to London.

What a shame.
They say he's done much for this place.

Captain Smith is alive?

You saw him?

I cannot do that.

Why not?

It would mean something I do not feel.

What's come over you?

I'm married... to him.

He lives.

I heard it by the fort.

He's still alive.

“Married”?

You don't know the meaning
of the word exactly.

But I am.

Sweet wife.

Love made the bond.

Love can break it too.

There is that in her I shall not know.

I'm sorry. This can't be mine.

Keep a steady hand.

Stand aside!

"...whilst towering in the azure sky,
they celebrate this happy day."

"Let rolling streams their gladness show"

"with gentle murmurs whilst they play,"

"and in their wild meanders flow,"

"rejoicing in this blessed day."

"Kind health descends on downy wings."

"Angels conduct her on the way."

"The New World's princess new life brings"

"and swells our joys upon this day."

Mother.

Stay near me.

Sweet wife.

Do you care for me still?

I cannot be to you what I am not.

She would never have married me
had she known that he were alive.

She bound herself to me in ignorance,

and I will not - I will not
let her be incumbered by a tie

which she despises
or entered to in mischief.

I will do nothing against her will.

I think you still love the man

and that you will not be at peace
until you see him.

In my vanity, I thought...

I could make you love me,

and one cannot do that, or should not.

You have walked... blindly

into a situation
that you did not anticipate.

I will not rob you of your self-respect.

You are the man I thought you were...

and more.

Did I make a mistake in comin' here?

I would've come before,
except I've been away from the capital.

Perhaps...

I'm out of order
speaking with you this way,

but I've thought of you often.

So after I left, it went well for you.

I heard the king and queen received you.

Everybody says you were a great favorite.

They all speak of you.
One hears them in the streets.

“Her Ladyship.”
Who'd have guessed it?

You knew I had promised, didn't you?

Yes.

Did you find your Indies, John?

You shall.

I may have sailed past them.

I thought it was a dream -

what we knew in the forest.

It's the only truth.

It seems as if I were speakin' to you
for the first time.

Can we not go home?

As soon as possible.

My husband.

Listen.

Thomas. Where?

Mother, now I know Where you live.

Thirteenth of April, 1616.

- Mother?
- Dear Son.

Mother?

I write this so that someday in the future

you might understand a circumstance
which shall be but a far memory to you.

Your dear mother, Rebecca, fell ill

in our outward passage at Gravesend.

She gently reminded me that all must die.

'Tis enough, she said,
that you, our child, should live.