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A grain ship's in.

It's in! A grain ship's in!

Make haste!

The Princess Charlotte
was ambushed this morning

at Truro quay.

Was she carrying corn?Mm-hmm.

Then of course
she was ambushed!

What else could starving people do?

You have been found guilty

of riot and theft,

crimes for which there can be
no justification.

The grain stores have been empty for months.

Failed harvest,
worst winter in 30 years.

To summon up a vicious mob,

to seize without compunction
the property of your betters--

this demonstrates a contempt
for the law

which cannot go unpunished.

How else are poor folks

to get food
in their bellies?

No doubt they paid dearly
for it.

20 dead.

Some shot...

Others trampled underfoot
in the panic.

Is the Princess Charlotte
not a Warleggan ship?

She is.

Then those who survived
will also pay.

I'm committing you for trial
at the next assizes

with recommendation
that you be sentenced

to 15 years transportation.

That's not fair!

Move along!

Prudie!

Run and make sure
all's ready.

I don't like it, maid--
'tain't sense.

'Tain't clever,
'tain't wise.

'Tis more than wise
to avoid

the faddlings of Dr. Choake!

Without Dwight, Ross won't hear
of me birthing alone,

but what he don't know
can't hurt him!

Run!

Do George Warleggan not see the connection

between failed harvests
and folk rioting...

And his decision to hoard grain?

Clearly not.

I give you Wheal Leisure!

Once a Poldark mine
built on Poldark land.

Begun with high hopes,

and the naive aim of giving work
and decent living conditions

to local men and women.

Now in the hands of a man
without conscience.

For whom workers are chaff
and profit is God!

'Twas a noble aim, Ross--
'twas a worthy enterprise.

I wonder if he thinks so.

What did he die of?

Starvation?

Pneumonia.

I'm told he'd been fading
for weeks,

but declined to stay home
and rest.

He has only himself to blame.

It would appear so.

ROSS:This was a good mine before you
got your hands on her, George.

My dear Ross, this was only
ever an average mine.

Oh, the famous red copper?

The precious commodity
which made her such a rarity?

It's finished.

Oh, there are other lodes,
far less rich.

Far less profitable.

Yet I see why you're
so attached to her.

You're kindred spirits.

Both full of noise, but
ultimately lacking in substance.

Go on, Ross, tell me
to get off your land.

Oh, wait, you can't.

Because the land
we're standing on

belongs to the mine.

And the mine

belongs to me.

How do you sleep at night,
George?

Perhaps you should ask
Elizabeth.

Ross.

Shall we?

Demelza?

Demelza!

Oh, Captain Ross,
Mistress Demelza say,

can 'ee fetch her up
a dish of soup?

Surely that's your...

Thank you kindly, my man.

Just set it down over there.

Are you unwell?

Never better.

Can I do anything else
for your ladyship?

Well, you could say good day
to your daughter.

Miss Clowance Poldark.

Where was Dr. Choake?

Oh, 'twas all over
afore we could send for him.

Why is he so fretful?

Dr. Choake says
it's willfulness.

He thinks we should
put our foot down.

Martha?

See he's kept warm
and quiet.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm going to Lady Randolph's
for tea.

Do you dine at home
this evening?

At the Trevelyans'.

And then to the Carricks'
for cards.

Invitations come
thick and fast.

Though not from the Godolphins.

Despite your letting
young Anthony

off the hook in court.

These ancient families
require persistence.

But Christmas is coming.

The perfect excuse for a ball,

to which the Godolphins
will be invited.

But will they accept?

I must go.

I'm expected at a Wheal Leisure
shareholders' meeting.

Sadly, without the presence
of Ross Poldark to amuse me.

How I miss the days
when I had him at my mercy.

Drake!

You came!

What's in your basket?

Toads!

You said your aunt
loved a toad.

I've a gift for 'ee, too,
Miss Morwenna.

Winter primroses!

Where did you find them?

That's for me to know.

But if ye ever wish for more,

I'll comb the Earth
in search of 'em.

GEOFFREY CHARLES:Come on.

Aunt Agatha!
Drake's here!

With a surprise.

Uncle George hates toads,

and had them all cleared
from our pond.

Imagine if they ever
came back.

Geoffrey Charles,

I'm not sure your Uncle George
would approve.

Of the toad?

Of our guest.

Aunt Agatha won't tell him.

Will you, Aunt?

Did you know Geoffrey Charles' friend

is related to my nephew?

Of course you do.

For Geoffrey Charles' friend

tells you a great deal.

Tell my nephew

his aunt is much aggrieved
at his neglect.

I have a letter.

From our celebrated
member of parliament,

Unwin Trevaunance.Whom you jilted.

I may have encouraged him
to think he had another chance.

In return for?

Information on a certain
naval officer.

And?According to this letter,

he's brought his influence
to bear at the Admiralty

and they have everythingin hand.

Have they?Our people are speaking
to their people,

and shortly all the officers
will be released.

In time for Christmas?

Or shortly after.

So Unwin has his uses
after all.

A letter for you, miss.

Thank you.

Oh.

Geoffrey Charles and I are
to go to Truro for Christmas.

To Uncle George's?

The carriage will come for us on Saturday.

How long will 'ee
be gone?

A few weeks?

Maybe more.

I'd come to bid 'ee goodbye,

but I must be
at the christening.

'Tis my sister's child,
Clowance.

Your cousin, Master Geoffrey.

If we're away for Christmas,

I must give you your present
now.

Oh, there's no need.

Oh, there is.

Wait there.

I've nothing to give you.

You gave me this.

It's the most precious gift
I've ever received.

You never take it off.

I never will.

Here you are, Drake.

So you can write to me
when I'm away.

Oh, thank 'ee, Master Geoffrey.

Your cheeks are flushed, Wenna.

Have you a fever?

Be that the light of God
in your eyes?

Maybe not entire, but
'tis sacred to me nonetheless.

But is she worth the risk
of your mortal soul?

Reckon so!

Is that wise?

I have neglected herof late.

You swore you'd keep
your distance

from all things Trenwith.

Agatha is not
"all things Trenwith."

She's a Poldark, and my aunt.

George has brought Leisure
to its knees,

and I'll be damned
if he'll do the same to Agatha.

So why shouldn't she come
to my daughter's christening?

I've sent the carriage for
Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles.

As you requested.

Geoffrey Charles, wait!

You needn't come.

I don't think either of us
should.

I'm going, Wenna.

No one needs to know.

We thank You, Almighty God, for the gift of water.

Over it the Holy Spirit moved

in the beginning
of creation.

My husband is here
in spirit.

And is godfather
in absentia.

In these times of dire
poverty and starvation...

Remind us how You led
the children of Israel

out of their bondage in Egypt

into the land of plenty.

How Your son Jesus

received the baptism of John

and was anointed
by the Holy Spirit

as the Messiah.

The Christ did lead us

through the toils
and tribulations of this Earth,

from the bondage of suffering

into everlasting life.

I hope you'll forgive
our intrusion.

It's no intrusion.

Will you join our celebrations
at Nampara?

Oh.

Well...

Oh, Wenna, let's!

Don't think we can.

We're leaving for Truro.

Indeed, we're already late.

But maybe just
for half an hour?

I fear we cannot.

Much as I would like to.

You'll spend Christmas in Truro?

More's the pity.

Uncle George
is no St. Nicholas.

And poor Aunt Agatha
will be left all alone.

Indeed.

My brother is
a gentle soul.

And has a kind of goodness,

the like of which
I've never known.

And were he of your station,
I'd wish for nothing more.

But he's far beneath it.

Cannot aspire to it.

You know it.

I know it.

'Tis well you're going away.

'Twill break the bond.

So I tell myself.

Goodbye, Morwenna.

Come, Geoffrey Charles,
we're very late.

My hat!

I left it on the seat.

I'll go.

I'll come and visit.

No.

This must stop.

Can 'ee stop?

Yes.

Cheery little thing.

Sometimes.

How has she been?

Just fine.

Did ye hear about the goin's
in St. Ann's?

Another corn ship raided.

Two young tackers shot.

Unwin assures me
it's only a matter of time

before Dr. Enys
will be released.

And in the meantime, he receives
the best possible treatment.

Did I not order you to rest,
Lieutenant Armitage?

And who will order youto rest?

If any dared,
I wouldn't heed them.

Then may I watch and try
to learn something useful?

'Tis good news of Dwight.

If it's true.

You forget, I've been a prisoner
of war myself.

But Dwight's a doctor.

Will he not get
special privileges?

Let's hope so.

I intend to open my house

to all émigré nobles
fleeing that wicked regime.

It's the least I can do.

She hates to feel useless.

I know the feeling.

What is it?

Do you not like my gown?

Your gown is exquisite.

But I cannot permit you
to dance tonight.

With anyone but I.

ROSS:Geoffrey Charles
has some spirit.

I'm impressed he disobeyed
his governess.

Which reminds me.

Aunt Agatha never replied.

Perhaps she never received
the note.

There's only one thing
for it.

I shall go
and fetch her myself.

They'll never admit you.

They'll likely shoot you!

Not if I'm with him.

We shan't be long.

Mama.

You're very late.

Go up and change
before the guests arrive.

Guests?

For the ball.Oh, but...

I've ordered a new dress
for you-- make haste.

Your pardon, sir.

Captain Poldark is here
to visit his aunt.

A glass of Canary and a blazing
fire, if you please.

Of course I never had
your invitation!

Do you think I'd miss a chance

to drink port
and eat heavy cake?

This room is like ice.

The maids don't make me
a fire.

So that's George's plan.

To kill you with cold
and infection.

Come and live with me
at Nampara.

And lose the chance
to torment him? Nah!

I was born in this house,
I'll die in this house!

If it costs me cake

and a few hot coals...

What must Geoffrey Charlesthink,

seeing that gamecock
strut about his home?

And Valentine?

I feel sorry for any child
having that as a father.

No Godolphins.

No Boscowans,
no Bassets.

It's snowing.

They'll be anxious
about the journey home.

Mmm, very eye-catching.

Always was.

No wonder Francis never let her
out of his sight.

I meant the cousin.

Morwenna, I'm bored.

I wish we were
at Uncle Ross's party.

We should not even have been at the christening.

I'm sorry I allowed myself
to be persuaded.

I'm not.

I'd like to know
my cousin Clowance better.

I'd wager she's less dull

than Valentine.

First thing tomorrow
I'll write to Harrow.

I want that brat
out of my house.

How was she?

As expected.

Your task is to look
after my aunt, is it not?

Aye, sir.

Then you've failed miserably.

I'll be making regular visits
from now on,

and if you fail
to ensure her comfort,

I'll have you dismissed.

Did Morwenna enjoy
the christening?

Christening?

Oh, did she neglect
to mention?

Her and Geoffrey Charles
were at Sawle Church today,

where the latest Poldark brat
was baptized.

Clowance, I believe
they named her.

Ross and Demelza
have a daughter?

Let's hope they're less careless
with this one.

But how could
Geoffrey Charles...

He cannot be blamed.

It must be Morwenna who...

She must be reprimanded.

Punished.

Oh, she will be.

Ah.

My dear Mr. Whitworth.

I was so sorry

to hear
of your wife's death.

How are your two
little girls?

As well as can be expected, ma'am.

It's only been a week.

Only your kind invitation

could have forced me
to leave the house today.

Life must go on.

My very thought
when I chose this waistcoat.

Huh?

Friends of yours, then, Captain?

Caught robbin' another
Warleggan grain ship!

Look pretty with their necks
in a noose.

What can I say?

He's within his rights
to protect Warleggan property.

Is George not aware
the harvest failed?

No corn to be had anywhere?

Of course he's aware.

Which is why he imports,
hoards,

and sells
to the highest bidder.

Riot and theft will not help
these people.

So what will?

Say nothing of her misdemeanor.

But surely...

There may be
a better solution.

She's not an ill-looking girl.

She must surely hope to be more
than just a governess.

Eventually, yes, but...

When Geoffrey Charles
goes to school,

what does the future hold
for her?

I know it would please you

to have her well-matched.

And it could be advantageousto us,

depending on the candidate.

A highly respected
young man.

And his mother

is a Godolphin.

My dear, have you been
introduced?

Our cousin, Miss Chynoweth.

The Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

Shall we assay the gavotte,
Miss Chynoweth?

Oh.

I hope you'll excuse me, sir.

I'm not fond of dancing.

That can only be because
your partners thus far

have lacked expertise.

Allow a master to initiate you
in the pleasures.

♪ God bless the master
of this house ♪

♪ The mistress also

♪ And all the little children
that round the table go ♪

♪ And all your kin and kinsmen
that dwell both far and near ♪

♪ We wish a Merry Christmas,
a Happy New Year. ♪

That looks good,
doesn't it?

How very blessed we are.

I wonder how Dwight will keep
Christmas this year.

Easy now, Williams.

Merry Christmas,
sweetheart.

God's grace be with you.

Let's move it.

Here.

Starvation breeds
desperate men.

I never knew it this bad.

'Tis like they could tear us
to pieces and eat us alive.

Humanity have brought this on itself.

Have sinned
and must pay the price.

What sin?

Let all examine
their consciences

to check they are
without blemish.

DRAKE:Mine is.

On account of I don't consider
love to be a sin.

Oh, Ross, what can be done

for these people?

So that's my proposal.

We cannot feed
all of Cornwall,

so we must keep this plan
to ourselves.

I admit it's risky.

It requires each and every one
of us to play our part

and it may fall
at the first hurdle.

But unless we do
something...

I'm with you.

We all are.

Where do we start?

With an old friend.

May an old friend speak plainly?

You're out of your mind.

That's promising.

Even if supplies
were easy to come by--

which in times of war,
they're not--

even if we could get 'em
across the channel unscathed

and land 'em unseen, with no
guarantee of a delivery date,

the cost would be...

Prohibitive?

I realize that.

But money will be found.

Are 'ee sure?

You have my word.

WILLIAMS:Enys?

Enys?

I'm here, Williams.

What is it, my friend?

Water, please.

Water.

This will do very well.

Yet it sit not easy with I

that a house of God be used
as a cache.

Nevertheless,
it will be so used.

It's the last place
anyone will look.

I like not your way of doin',
brother.

Get used to it,brother.

What would Dwight make of us now?

Do we look the part?

Of highwaymen?

Is it not our mission

to part as many men
from their guineas as possible?

Good day to you, sir!

A fine morning to address
the business of matrimony.

As to the matter of a settlement

for Miss Chynoweth,

I've been thinking
of 2,000 pounds.

Ah...

My dear sir, you'll pardon me,

but a man in my position
must look the part,

dress the part,

carry himself in such a way

as to inspire awe.

Must he?

Besides which,

with debts of over 1,000 pounds,

I could not in all countenance
accept a penny less than...

6,000?

Guineas.

Put simply, Sir John,
our mission is this:

to raise enough funds
to help the poor hereabouts

survive the worst winter
in livin' memory.

My mother is
a Godolphin.

And Morwenna is a Chynoweth.

One of the oldest families
in the county.

Daughter of a dean.

Devout, healthy,

particularly fond
of motherless children.

But if you feel there is
another pretty young lady

with 2,000 pounds

willing to yoke herself

to a penniless clergyman,

you are, of course, at liberty
to seek her out.

Our own households have begun

by pledging 50 guineas apiece.

I've also made a large donation
in my late uncle's name.

And we do feel sure
you'll not be wantin'

in your own generosity.

Far be it from we, Sir Philip,

to tell a body
how much he should pledge,

but perhaps we could mention

that Sir John has just offered
20 guineas.

Hm.

My dear,
you do him wrong.

I believe he offered 25.

I could be prevailed upon

to accept

4,000 pounds.

In times
of economic hardship,

it would be irresponsibleof us

to increase the offer
beyond 2,000 pounds.

As I was saying
to Miss Penvenen,

you'll not find a kindlier man
than Sir Hugh.

He is generosity itself.

It would be impossible to exist
on so paltry a sum.

Doubtless God will then guide
your steps

towards some amiable
young heiress.

Shall I put you down

for 30 guineas?

Taking into consideration

the many blessings
I would gain

in the actual personage
of Miss Chynoweth,

I believe I'd be willing
to accept

3,500 pounds.Good God, man,

do you imagine

I have money to burn?

Finally, a deal.

To be related to the Godolphins,
I was willing to go higher,

but the idiot settled
for 3,000 pounds.

Now all that remains

is for you to inform
the bride.

Oh, but surely,
as you are the one

who has made
all the arrangements...

I would not for the world

deprive you of this happy task,
my dear.

May I help you?

Morwenna?

Marry?

Mr. Whitworth?

Well, I need hardly enumerate

to the advantages
of the match.

The excellent prospects
of the groom.

Your immediate transformation
from governess

to lady of the town.

The help it will be

to your widowed mother
and younger sisters.

Mr. Warleggan's generosity

in providing the settlement.

Do our kind thoughts
displease you?

Does Mr. Whitworth's love
mean nothing at all?

I do not know
Mr. Whitworth.

We have barely exchanged
three sentences.

He knows enough to wish
to make you his wife.

As I told your mother...

You've written to her?

Emphasizing the excellence
of the match,

the goodness and piety
of the groom.

I'm sure she'll be delighted.

She would be
if she thought I loved him.

But I do not.

I think, though your mother
would wish you to be happy,

she'd be dismayed to think of
you finding fault with a match

because of some false,
romantic notion

of what marriage should be.

Is it wrong to hope for love
in a marriage?

When you wed Francis,
did you not marry for love?

I married
for what I thought was love.

The illusion lasted
barely a year.

My marriage to Mr. Warleggan
was not founded on romance,

yet it is altogether
more successful.

From Caroline Penvenen.

Begging 30 guineas

to help the poor.

You lately spent 3,000
on a dowry.

Will another 30
bankrupt you?

I daresay she expects
a refusal.

Then I shall disappoint her.

From George Warleggan...

50 guineas.I know his game.

'Tis not compassion
for the poor.

It is so his name's at top
of the list of benefactors.

Well, into the pot it goes.

Perhaps we should
become footpads.

Now all we need
is the goods.

Are 'ee sure the goods
will be safe here?

It's only for one night.

Tomorrow, we'll be done.

God willin'.

Yet landin' a cargo
of such value

in utmost secrecy...

Will not be plain sailing.

Can you believe
they're at this again?

I seen Mr. Ross
and the others just now,

headin' for the cove.

Right, let's away.

But Mr. Ross did say
we should stay indoors.He did.

He also said I'm the mother
of two small children

and should start behavin'
like one.

So Ena Daniel's upstairs
with Clowance and Jeremy,

and we're away
to the meetin' house.

There she is.

Fall back.

All's well.

♪ The meek and lowly heart

♪ That in our Savior was

♪ To us that Spirit
doth impart ♪

Are we close?

Surely, Captain Ross.

Then let's get gone.

Make haste!

Be gone!

♪ How can we sinners know our sin's on Earth forgiv'n? ♪

♪ How can my gracious Savior
show ♪

♪ My name inscribed
in Heav'n? ♪

We're not far now.

♪ We all His unknown peace
receive ♪

♪ And feel His blood applied.

All right, put out the candles
and wait in silence.

If any be watchin', let's hope
we've thrown them off the scent.

Come on! Come on!

They're comin'.

And no one the wiser?

So far, so good.

You're certain it was he?

He's most certain
the ringleader.

There's no mistakin'
the goods.

I suspicion I knows where they be headin'.

Did I not bid you
stay at home?

Yes, Ross,
as oft I bid you,

and see how well you hear me.

We been acting as decoys.

And singing hymns
at the top of our voices.

What'll 'ee do?

Get a good night's sleep.

And awaken refreshed.

As resident magistrate,

I must have my wits about me

when I send them all
to Botany Bay.

All right.

So the gaugers and the military

be on their way
to the meetin' house.

Do 'ee wish to be there
at the moment of the arrest?

Oh, I think so.

Why should Imiss
all the fun?

Ah, Morwenna, you received
my message?

I've invited Mr. Whitworth

so that you may see for yourself
what an amiable man he is.

You know what to do?

But be sure the villagers
keep it to theyselves.

Surely, sister, else will
all Hell break loose.

'Tisn't fitty, the Lord's house
bein' used for such a purpose.

Get you gone-- I'll to Caroline.

The Reverend Whitworth to see Miss Chynoweth.

Compliments of the seasonto you,

Miss Chynoweth.

Come on out!

Hurry!

Folks do love a spectacle.

And no more pleasin'

than a fancy gent bein'
led away to jail.

Come on.

Had my partner Willie Hick

not led the king of spades
on the second round,

I'd scarce have know
where to look,

but thereafter,
by drawing trumps,

we made 12 tricks
between us,

and I myself cleared 18 pounds
on the evening!

Do youplay whist?

Not at all.

Huh.

May I say, Miss Chynoweth,

that I detect the hand of God
in all this?

Guiding me
to the Warleggan ball,

urging me to wear
the lemon silk

so you could not fail
to notice me?

I felt at once that you'd been
sent to console me,

to be a new mother to my two
young daughters, to...

Comfort me
as only a wife can.

And now I know that my
sentiments are returned...

I'm not at all sure
they arereturned.

Your hesitancy
does you credit.

All decent women
approach matrimony

with a degree of shyness.

But as a man of feeling
and a man of God,

I assure you
my love will be returned.

Mmm.

I pray you excuse me, sir.

I cannot.

Did she refuse you?

Oh, I'm not disheartened.

Naturally, she'll come around.

In the meantime, let us proceed
with arrangements as planned.

ROSS:I regret you've been sent
on a fool's errand, Captain.

Thank you very much, sir.

No problem.

Very good.

Men.

♪ And labor on at Thy command

♪ And offer all my works
to Thee. ♪

♪ Give me to bear
Thy easy yoke. ♪

You're too kind.

Good day to 'ee, sir.

See the fruits
of your generosity?

Have you come to make
further donation?

Donation?CAROLINE:
Yes, sir.

See what your kind
contribution has purchased.

Grain, a whole shipful.

Now being sold
at half the market price

to those most needy
in the district.

Shall I put you down
for 70 guineas next time?

There will be no next time.

'Tis not my custom
to contribute

to the welfare of wastrels
who are too idle

to earn their own bread.

In which case,

may I ask what your business
is here?

Lest you're unaware,
this is Nampara land.

And it appears
you're trespassing.

As a magistrate,

no doubt you're aware
of the penalty for such a crime?

I advise
you remove yourselves

or I'll call back
the soldiers you sent

and have you both arrested.

Bye!

It was deliberate!

An elaborate subterfuge
designed to trick me.

Or possibly with a view
to preserving calm

and averting a riot.

It was done
so that I would believe

he was breaking the law

and would look a fool

when I attempted
to bring him to heel!

Well, he's overplayed his hand
this time.

How's Williams?

He's... improving.

I'll sit with him awhile.

No, I must keep him under
observation, as I promised.

Did I not vow to learn
some of your skills?

If only to give you
one hour's rest in 20.

I can manage.

You saved my life.

We need you alive
so you can save others.

With no fresh water?

No medicine, no pain relief?

Alors, amis, faites vos paris!

They're taking bets.

On what?

Which prisoner
will be next to die.

Can I have a word?

George Warleggan's to close
Wheal Leisure.

With immediate effect.

DEMELZA:But why?

It do mean the loss

of more than 70 jobs.

And more hardship
for 70 families

already struggling.

But the mine's
still in profit.

Why would he close her
now?

Because he can.

Because the profits
are small.

Keeping her open
puts her in competition

with other
Warleggan mines.

Because she belonged to Ross.

Closing her will
hurt him.

So to spite Ross,

George would send 70 families
into direst poverty?

'Tis about the size of it.

I'm to be sent back
to Trenwith?

Along with Geoffrey Charles.

Now pack your things at once.

Of course she weeps.

To be forced to return
to the tedium of Trenwith

after the happy bustle
of Truro.

She'll soon see
the error of her ways

and be begging us to name a date
for her wedding.

I'd say we did what we set out to do.

Five villages will now
survive the winter.

Yes.

But at a price we hadn't
counted on.

The closing of Wheal Leisure
can only have been triggered

by our grain venture.

So we've helped some
and ruined others.

70 families.

What can we do for them?

Ross, Demelza.

I came to tell you
that I'm leaving for London.

Have you had word of Dwight?From Unwin.

He assures me that all is well
and I have no cause for concern.

What will you do?

Go to the Admiralty.

See if we can negotiate
a ransom.

I wish you luck.

We'll bring him home.

Somehow.

The Admiralty doesn't deal
in ransoms.

Bless you, Enys.

I think you'll live,
Williams.

And those barbarians wagered
he'd be next to die.

Not if I can help it.

Ah, il sera sorti!

No, please!

J'ai gagné le pari.

Dear God.

I have an idea.

It's a delicate balance.

We're already overmanned.

If we take on more men
to take out more ore,

we flood the market.

The price drops.

The ore runs out
more quickly.

But here, and here,

and here...

There have been indications
of possible new lodes.

Which may or may not
come to anything.

And which we've so far opted
not to explore.

With an extra 30 men,
we could explore.

30 extra men?

Each on a wage?

Which I could pay.

If I opted to plow my profits
back into the mine,

instead of taking a dividend.But now, Ross?

With the future so uncertain,
a war with France?

Yeah, and a wife
and two children to support?

My wife is in agreement
with me.

Well done.

♪ I will sing you 12, oh.

♪ What is your 12, oh?

♪ 12 are the 12 Apostles.

♪ 11 are the 11 will go
to Heaven. ♪

♪ Ten are the Ten Commandments. ♪

♪ Nine is a moon shine
bright and clear. ♪

Oh, need a hand, do 'ee,
sirs?

GEOFFREY CHARLES:Drake!

We're back!

Miss Morwenna.

I think we should let Mr. Carne
continue on his way.

Go!

Bye, Drake.

Come and visit us soon!

Thanks for thy help,
brother.

They're back.

And how long will Morwenna require?

A few weeks, at least.

I must confess, I'm not
overly enamored of him.

There's something about him
that makes my skin crawl.

The man is a reptile
and a prig.

He is also a Godolphin.

Morwenna does not realize
how lucky she is.

But she will realize.

Gold brocade.

And breeches close-fitting.

To inspire, in a bride,
both awe and anticipation.

I liked Morwenna.

She seemed gentle
and kindly.

This return, though, I fear it.

She and Drake cannot
come to good.

George will be livid.

That's good enough for me.

But a low-born miner's son

aspiring to the heart
of his wife's cousin?

Why should he object?

When a lowly mine owner

can aspire to the hand
of a great lady?

That's different.

I hope Morwenna knows
it's different,

and takes care to stay
out of Drake's way.