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(BIRDS TWEET) | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
(CELLO PLAYS) | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
(WORDLESS SINGING) | 0:01:19 | 0:01:22 | |
(CHILDREN ARGUE) | 0:01:58 | 0:02:01 | |
-(MOTHER) -Get down! | 0:02:01 | 0:02:04 | |
You'll have no supper if you keep that up. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:07 | |
Hello, Joy. | 0:02:11 | 0:02:12 | |
Hello. | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
Is all well? | 0:02:14 | 0:02:15 | |
Very good, thank you. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
-Hello. -Hello. | 0:02:18 | 0:02:19 | |
-Good morning, Joy. -Hello. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
-Sorry! -Welcome! | 0:02:21 | 0:02:24 | |
Where is Mr Keats? | 0:02:24 | 0:02:26 | |
I am afraid he is not joining us. | 0:02:26 | 0:02:28 | |
He is in Mr Brown's half of the house. | 0:02:28 | 0:02:32 | |
Ah, the very well-stitched Little Miss Brawne, | 0:02:33 | 0:02:37 | |
in all her detail. | 0:02:37 | 0:02:39 | |
Good morning. | 0:02:39 | 0:02:40 | |
What is this? What have I done? How have I offended? | 0:02:43 | 0:02:46 | |
I don't shake hands with the enemy. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:49 | |
An enemy? | 0:02:49 | 0:02:50 | |
What have I done to you? | 0:02:50 | 0:02:53 | |
You do nothing to me. | 0:02:53 | 0:02:55 | |
Or for me and that's how I'd prefer to keep it. | 0:02:55 | 0:02:57 | |
What? | 0:02:59 | 0:03:00 | |
Your offence is to my fashion, Mr Brown. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:05 | |
To which I am so helplessly slavish. | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
I have been ill quoted. | 0:03:07 | 0:03:09 | |
"Her obsession with flounce and cross-stitch." | 0:03:09 | 0:03:12 | |
Cross-stitch, Miss Brawne, I don't know what that means. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:16 | |
Baiting, baiting. | 0:03:16 | 0:03:17 | |
I feel the same about your poems, Mr Brown. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
I know nothing of what they mean. | 0:03:19 | 0:03:22 | |
They puff smoke, dissolve, | 0:03:22 | 0:03:24 | |
leaving nothing but irritation. | 0:03:24 | 0:03:28 | |
Fanny, take this tea to Mr Keats. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:29 | |
He is in very poor spirits. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:31 | |
Mr Keats is composing and does not want disturbing. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:34 | |
It is my finding, in the business of disturbing, | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
you are the expert. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:38 | |
Fanny, why not speak to one of us you hold in higher favour? | 0:03:38 | 0:03:42 | |
-I'm praising him! -Fanny... | 0:03:42 | 0:03:43 | |
Please, Fanny, I'm wanting to know what you shall say about Mr Keats. | 0:03:43 | 0:03:47 | |
I've been waiting two weeks that I may enjoy your opinion. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:50 | |
I cannot look upon him without smiling. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:53 | |
And he is quick with his thoughts, though, now they are mostly sad. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:57 | |
His brother Tom's not at all better. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
< Very diminished. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
< Mr Keats nurses him alone. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:03 | |
< It is difficult work. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
-< Is there no other family member? -< No, the parents are both dead. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:10 | |
< There is only a much younger sister, | 0:04:10 | 0:04:12 | |
and a brother who lives in America. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:15 | |
Come in! | 0:04:24 | 0:04:26 | |
(LAUGHS) | 0:04:28 | 0:04:30 | |
You like jokes, Mr Keats. | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
I like jokes. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
Mr Brown, I warn you, does not like my jokes. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
Complains I care for nothing but fashion. | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
Would you like biscuits? | 0:04:46 | 0:04:48 | |
You've come to spy. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:52 | |
Spy? | 0:04:53 | 0:04:55 | |
How will you describe me? | 0:04:56 | 0:04:58 | |
My character? | 0:04:58 | 0:05:01 | |
I'm not the least interested in your character. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:03 | |
My jacket, then. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
My pantaloons. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
You need a new jacket. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:17 | |
-That's what I would say. -Is that all? | 0:05:17 | 0:05:19 | |
It should be a velvet. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
Blue velvet. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:25 | |
Tell me, Miss Brawne, how can you be so sure? | 0:05:27 | 0:05:31 | |
Well, all I wear I have sewn and designed myself. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
I am often told I am clever to exception about design. | 0:05:34 | 0:05:37 | |
I originated the pleats on my dress. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:40 | |
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS) It's a charming and - | 0:05:40 | 0:05:42 | |
(DOOR OPENS) | 0:05:42 | 0:05:44 | |
Has she annoyed you sufficiently? | 0:05:46 | 0:05:48 | |
She's done brilliant well with me. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:51 | |
Men's room. Out. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:52 | |
Poet's got to do a bit of writing. | 0:05:52 | 0:05:54 | |
My stitching has more merit and admirers than your | 0:05:54 | 0:05:58 | |
two scribblings put together. | 0:05:58 | 0:06:00 | |
Goodbye, Minxtress. | 0:06:01 | 0:06:02 | |
And I can make money from it. | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
Yes? | 0:06:35 | 0:06:36 | |
Have you got John Keats's poem book? | 0:06:36 | 0:06:40 | |
In.. In..? | 0:06:41 | 0:06:42 | |
-Endymion? -Endymion, yes. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
I've not heard much good about it. I've not sold one. | 0:06:44 | 0:06:48 | |
I took 20. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:51 | |
My sister has met the author. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
She wants to read it for herself to see if he's an idiot or not. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:58 | |
< (CHILDREN'S VOICES OUTSIDE) | 0:07:00 | 0:07:02 | |
< (FRONT DOOR CLOSES) | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS) > | 0:07:08 | 0:07:10 | |
Unwrap it. | 0:07:21 | 0:07:23 | |
Read it. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:44 | |
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
"Its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness | 0:07:49 | 0:07:53 | |
"But still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep | 0:07:53 | 0:07:56 | |
"Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing." | 0:07:56 | 0:08:00 | |
Stop. | 0:08:00 | 0:08:01 | |
"..yes. In spite of all, | 0:08:09 | 0:08:13 | |
"some shape of beauty moves away the pall | 0:08:13 | 0:08:15 | |
"from our dark spirits." | 0:08:15 | 0:08:17 | |
(STRINGS) | 0:08:23 | 0:08:25 | |
(APPLAUSE) | 0:08:43 | 0:08:46 | |
You're welcome. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:49 | |
I'd love to speak with Mr Keats. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:55 | |
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
"Its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness." | 0:09:15 | 0:09:19 | |
You've read Endymion? | 0:09:19 | 0:09:20 | |
I wanted to adore it. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:23 | |
But you hated it? | 0:09:24 | 0:09:27 | |
I can't say. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
Are you frightened to speak truthfully? | 0:09:30 | 0:09:33 | |
Never. | 0:09:33 | 0:09:35 | |
Well, tell me then. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
No. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:38 | |
I am not clever with poetry. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
Neither, it seems, am I. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:43 | |
Still, I have some hope for myself. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
I think hope useful. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:49 | |
But? | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
Hope and results are different. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:56 | |
One doesn't necessarily create the other. | 0:09:56 | 0:09:58 | |
Would practise help? | 0:09:58 | 0:10:01 | |
It might. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:03 | |
I wasn't always able to stitch so well. | 0:10:03 | 0:10:06 | |
This is the first frock in all of Woolwich or Hampstead | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
to have a triple pleated mushroom collar. | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
Isn't that an identical one behind you? | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
My card's completely full. | 0:10:31 | 0:10:33 | |
But you don't dance, Mr Keats. | 0:10:33 | 0:10:36 | |
I love to dance. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:37 | |
I don't feel like dancing. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:40 | |
Is your brother still ill? | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 | |
He is no better. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:46 | |
My father was ill for as long as I can remember. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:51 | |
He died when I was still very young. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
Excuse me. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
May I? | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
Mama! | 0:11:05 | 0:11:07 | |
Fanny has cut my ribbon and she never asked. > | 0:11:11 | 0:11:14 | |
What are you doing, Fanny? | 0:11:17 | 0:11:18 | |
Trying to bring some comfort to a dying man. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
What dying man? Where are you taking them? | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
I cannot offer poor Mr Keats's brother anything that's not perfect. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:29 | |
It's me, Miss Brawne. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:47 | |
I have something to deliver to Mr Keats. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
Leave it at the door! | 0:11:52 | 0:11:53 | |
Is he not there? | 0:11:53 | 0:11:55 | |
We're working, Mrs Brawne! | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
I have something for your brother, Mr Keats. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:01 | |
Invite her in. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
Brown. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
-You disgusting ape. -(LAUGHS) | 0:12:14 | 0:12:17 | |
Be careful as you enter the apes' cage. | 0:12:17 | 0:12:20 | |
(MAKES MONKEY NOISE) | 0:12:20 | 0:12:23 | |
Sit next to me, Miss Brawne. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:26 | |
My prospects in the world feel very faint. | 0:12:26 | 0:12:30 | |
(MONKEY NOISE) | 0:12:30 | 0:12:31 | |
This room is so poorly cared for. | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
(SHRIEKS) | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
Please try one. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:39 | |
I'm anxious they will cause him to choke. | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
No! Try another and I swear I shall bite you. | 0:12:45 | 0:12:48 | |
Take care, | 0:12:48 | 0:12:49 | |
she has sharp teeth. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:51 | |
She sunk her fangs | 0:12:51 | 0:12:53 | |
into my poor poem and shook it apart. | 0:12:53 | 0:12:56 | |
I'm very sorry I couldn't love your Endymion completely, Mr Keats. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:59 | |
Perhaps I did not say, but I thought the beginning of your poem | 0:12:59 | 0:13:04 | |
something very perfect. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:05 | |
Oh, don't leave us. | 0:13:08 | 0:13:09 | |
You can see for yourself, nothing is happening. | 0:13:09 | 0:13:13 | |
All we do is lie about the room all day, begging for inspiration. | 0:13:13 | 0:13:16 | |
Please, tell me what I should do. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
Miss Brawne. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:21 | |
We monkeys just want a little company. | 0:13:21 | 0:13:25 | |
(DOOR CLOSES) | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
Well. I gave him the biscuits. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:34 | |
Mr Brown kept - | 0:13:36 | 0:13:37 | |
If we have finished tiffing, come and say hello to Tom. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:42 | |
It might cheer him. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:44 | |
We'll have to ask Mama. | 0:13:44 | 0:13:46 | |
No, we don't, Toots. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:47 | |
Yes, we do, isn't that so, Samuel? | 0:13:47 | 0:13:50 | |
We have to stick together. | 0:13:50 | 0:13:52 | |
I'm going. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
You will have to come with me. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:58 | |
Would you like to go by the pond or through the words? | 0:13:59 | 0:14:02 | |
I have explored all these paths. | 0:14:02 | 0:14:05 | |
Which are more in number than your eyelashes. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
My eyelashes? | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
You know... | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
..it amazes me you can sit opposite Mr Brown all day. | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
I've never heard him say one thing of wit. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:23 | |
Not one. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
You favour wit? | 0:14:26 | 0:14:27 | |
I rate it the highest. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:30 | |
You like the fashionables? | 0:14:30 | 0:14:32 | |
Yes. I do. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:35 | |
Men who say things that make you start without making you feel. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:39 | |
Things that are amusing. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:41 | |
I know these dandies. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
They have a mannerism in their very eating and drinking. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
Their handling of a decanter. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:51 | |
You are making an attack on me? | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
No, I am defending Mr Brown's generous, good heart. | 0:14:55 | 0:14:59 | |
By attacking myself? | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
Forgive me. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
I've been too long at my brother's sickbed. | 0:15:08 | 0:15:10 | |
Can we not still appreciate clever humour? | 0:15:13 | 0:15:16 | |
Oh, thank God. > | 0:15:29 | 0:15:30 | |
He's been calling out for you. | 0:15:30 | 0:15:32 | |
-(COUGHING) > -Come in. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:34 | |
-John! -Tom. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:39 | |
Get back into bed. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:41 | |
I know. | 0:15:41 | 0:15:42 | |
I was having this dream. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
It's all right, I'm here now. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:46 | |
-Where have you been, John? I just... -Calm, now. Calm. | 0:15:46 | 0:15:51 | |
-I was worried. -It's all right. | 0:15:51 | 0:15:54 | |
I was so hot in this bed. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:58 | |
I was so scared for a while. | 0:15:58 | 0:16:00 | |
I just panicked. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
-I want to go, I want to leave. It smells. -Shh. | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
Or I'll cut your hair in the night. | 0:16:04 | 0:16:06 | |
-Good evening, John. -Good evening. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:19 | |
Keats, I hope you've not forgotten your bassoon. | 0:16:19 | 0:16:22 | |
Of course not, it's in my waistcoat pocket. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
-Hello, Mr Keats. -Hello, Minx. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:26 | |
How's Tom? | 0:16:26 | 0:16:27 | |
Gentlemen of the orchestra, just through here, > | 0:16:27 | 0:16:29 | |
ladies, straight ahead, please. Thank you. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:32 | |
Is he showing any signs of improvement? | 0:16:32 | 0:16:34 | |
Don't ask me of Tom, Minx. | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
The only good I can do is say how I love him. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:40 | |
< Hurry on, gentlemen. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:42 | |
(LAUGHTER) | 0:16:49 | 0:16:52 | |
Someone submitted anonymously to the examiner an exquisite sonnet. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
-Mm-hmm? -Composed on the subject of | 0:16:57 | 0:16:59 | |
whether love itself could be the tenth Muse Of Heaven. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:02 | |
-Come on. -En guarde! | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
That's my sword, brute! | 0:17:07 | 0:17:09 | |
Love the tenth Muse? | 0:17:10 | 0:17:11 | |
It is full of the most perfect allusions | 0:17:11 | 0:17:13 | |
and really beautifully realised. | 0:17:13 | 0:17:15 | |
I thought at first it might be one of yours. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
We were just telling Mrs Brawne of Keats' review in Blackwood's. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:22 | |
Was it so very bad? | 0:17:22 | 0:17:25 | |
-"No man could have..." -"Profaned... | 0:17:25 | 0:17:28 | |
(BOTH)"..and vulgarised every association in the manner | 0:17:28 | 0:17:31 | |
"in which has been adopted by this solemn promise." | 0:17:31 | 0:17:36 | |
Did they not admire the opening? | 0:17:36 | 0:17:38 | |
It was perfect. Even I could know that. | 0:17:38 | 0:17:40 | |
Do you like poetry, Miss Brawne? | 0:17:40 | 0:17:43 | |
No. Poems are a strain to work out. | 0:17:44 | 0:17:47 | |
John, we are talking, | 0:17:47 | 0:17:49 | |
or about to talk, of your defence of Mr Keats's poem, Endymion. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:53 | |
Yes. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:54 | |
"..I have clung to nothing, lov'd a nothing, nothing seen | 0:17:57 | 0:18:01 | |
"Or felt but a great dream. O, I have been | 0:18:01 | 0:18:04 | |
"Presumptuous against love, against the sky, | 0:18:04 | 0:18:06 | |
"against all elements, against the tie | 0:18:06 | 0:18:08 | |
"Of mortals each to each." | 0:18:08 | 0:18:11 | |
The rhythm is beautiful and unique. | 0:18:11 | 0:18:13 | |
There are rhymes, but not on the beat. They are quiet but binding, | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
the repetitions set you up to fly. | 0:18:16 | 0:18:18 | |
"..I have clung to nothing, | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
"Lov'd a nothing, nothing seen, | 0:18:20 | 0:18:22 | |
- and here you come out - "Or felt but a great dream." | 0:18:22 | 0:18:25 | |
-It's beautiful. -There are immaturities, | 0:18:25 | 0:18:27 | |
but also immensities. That is what they didn't say. | 0:18:27 | 0:18:30 | |
It was said. You said it, brother. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:33 | |
Very bravely. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
Ladies, the Hampstead Heathens are about to begin. Reynolds? | 0:18:38 | 0:18:42 | |
I thought I'd been expelled? | 0:18:42 | 0:18:43 | |
Oh no, I think not, you are very much needed. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:46 | |
(MALE VOICE CHOIR SINGS) | 0:18:46 | 0:18:49 | |
(INSTRUCTS IN FRENCH) | 0:19:48 | 0:19:51 | |
(SOBS) Mr Keats is... > | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
(INSTRUCTS IN FRENCH) | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
Mr Keats is dead. | 0:20:17 | 0:20:19 | |
(CRIES) So young. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
Is it Tom? | 0:20:29 | 0:20:30 | |
(SPEAKS IN FRENCH) | 0:20:37 | 0:20:39 | |
(SPEAKS IN FRENCH) | 0:20:39 | 0:20:41 | |
-(MR BROWN) -I woke with the strange sensation | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
of someone holding my hand. | 0:21:12 | 0:21:15 | |
I opened my eyes and there was John. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:18 | |
I knew immediately what had happened and then he said, | 0:21:18 | 0:21:21 | |
"Tom died. At 8 o'clock, | 0:21:21 | 0:21:25 | |
"quietly and without pain." | 0:21:25 | 0:21:29 | |
Of course, he can't go on living there, | 0:21:33 | 0:21:34 | |
so I have invited Mr Keats to come and stay with me. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:39 | |
Well, we do have a long schedule of visits. | 0:21:39 | 0:21:42 | |
I don't want to interfere with your plans... | 0:21:42 | 0:21:45 | |
Minx. | 0:21:45 | 0:21:46 | |
Are you unwell? I've never seen you so quiet. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:50 | |
She sewed it all night long. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:02 | |
It's a pillow slip. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:12 | |
Then I will rest Tom's head upon it. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:17 | |
Keats. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
The Reynolds are expecting us. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:29 | |
I'll catch you up. Thank you. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:31 | |
Invite me again. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:35 | |
Alone. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
Come for Christmas. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:39 | |
Mama? | 0:22:41 | 0:22:42 | |
(SPEAKS FRENCH) | 0:22:42 | 0:22:45 | |
Oh, yes, please do join us, Mr Keats. | 0:22:45 | 0:22:48 | |
Please. | 0:22:48 | 0:22:50 | |
Marianne Reynolds invited us for Christmas, remember? | 0:22:50 | 0:22:53 | |
You were there when she said it. They're having musicians. | 0:22:53 | 0:22:55 | |
-I'm sorry to spoil things. -Not at all. | 0:22:55 | 0:22:58 | |
Wherever Mr Keats is happy, | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
-we're happy for him. -Why can't he be happy with us? | 0:23:00 | 0:23:03 | |
Perhaps Mr Brown wants Mr Keats all to himself. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:05 | |
I'm merely remembering to Mr Keats a previous engagement. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:11 | |
Miss Brawne, I thought we were conversing. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:15 | |
(BELL RINGS) | 0:23:22 | 0:23:24 | |
"Dear Mrs Brawne, may I yet join you for Christmas? | 0:23:31 | 0:23:35 | |
"I have not the health nor the heart | 0:23:35 | 0:23:37 | |
"to be anywhere but with a family such as your own." | 0:23:37 | 0:23:39 | |
"John Keats." | 0:23:39 | 0:23:43 | |
(CHURCH BELL CHIMES) | 0:23:44 | 0:23:47 | |
Thank you. | 0:23:53 | 0:23:55 | |
(CAT PURRS) | 0:24:09 | 0:24:12 | |
I was wondering this morning if you are sleeping in my bed? | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
Pardon? | 0:24:22 | 0:24:23 | |
You see, I believe you are. We rented Mr Brown's half of the house | 0:24:23 | 0:24:27 | |
this summer while you were journeying in Scotland. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:30 | |
Which room do you sleep in? | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
The one overlooking the back garden. | 0:24:32 | 0:24:34 | |
That was my bed! | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
For proof, pull it from the wall and by the pillow, | 0:24:39 | 0:24:42 | |
you will find a figure I drew with pin holes. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
Is the figure you? | 0:24:44 | 0:24:45 | |
It's a fairy princess. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:49 | |
Should I be feeding her? | 0:24:51 | 0:24:52 | |
She refuses to eat. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:55 | |
Would you teach me poetry? | 0:24:59 | 0:25:01 | |
I'd... like to understand it. | 0:25:03 | 0:25:07 | |
I don't know how to begin. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:11 | |
And it is three to the right.. | 0:25:11 | 0:25:12 | |
..two, three. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:13 | |
Three to the left. Two, three. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:15 | |
(ALL BLOW THREE TIMES) | 0:25:20 | 0:25:22 | |
(ALL SLURP) | 0:25:22 | 0:25:24 | |
And down. | 0:25:24 | 0:25:25 | |
And keep it going. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
So, that is the English drawing room. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
And this is something that I saw in Scotland. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
They kick. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
And they... | 0:25:44 | 0:25:46 | |
..jump. | 0:25:46 | 0:25:47 | |
And they twirl it. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:51 | |
And they sweat it | 0:25:51 | 0:25:53 | |
and they tattoo the floor with mud! | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
What about a poem? | 0:26:02 | 0:26:04 | |
Yes, please, Mr Keats. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
A short one. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:08 | |
(ALL LAUGH) | 0:26:08 | 0:26:09 | |
"When I have fears that I may cease to be | 0:26:13 | 0:26:18 | |
"Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain | 0:26:18 | 0:26:24 | |
"Before high piled books in charactry, | 0:26:24 | 0:26:27 | |
"I would like rich garners to fall ripen'd grain, | 0:26:27 | 0:26:32 | |
"When I behold, upon the night starr'd face, | 0:26:34 | 0:26:38 | |
"Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance..." | 0:26:38 | 0:26:43 | |
I do apologise, I've gone blank. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
You are tired. Should you like some sweet? | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
Shall we have coffee and sweet? | 0:26:56 | 0:26:58 | |
I've come for my poetry class. | 0:28:02 | 0:28:04 | |
Your poetry class? | 0:28:05 | 0:28:09 | |
Poetry classes? | 0:28:09 | 0:28:10 | |
Keats, are we... | 0:28:10 | 0:28:11 | |
Are we teaching poetry today? | 0:28:11 | 0:28:15 | |
I hope I don't disturb. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:20 | |
Take a seat. | 0:28:20 | 0:28:21 | |
Have a look at that. | 0:28:23 | 0:28:25 | |
A poet is not at all poetical. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
He is the most un-poetical thing in existence. | 0:28:31 | 0:28:36 | |
He has no identity. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:39 | |
He is continually filling some other body. | 0:28:39 | 0:28:41 | |
The sun, the moon - | 0:28:41 | 0:28:44 | |
I cannot restrain my credibility longer. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:47 | |
Miss Brawne. | 0:28:47 | 0:28:48 | |
Is this really you or are you acting? | 0:28:48 | 0:28:52 | |
It's really me. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:53 | |
Is it? | 0:28:53 | 0:28:55 | |
Charles. | 0:28:55 | 0:28:56 | |
I have a pupil. | 0:28:56 | 0:28:58 | |
Desist or depart. | 0:28:58 | 0:28:59 | |
Apologies. | 0:28:59 | 0:29:02 | |
My modest hope is that the cost of the lesson will not be the poet. | 0:29:14 | 0:29:18 | |
The cost of the lesson is that Mr Keats | 0:29:18 | 0:29:21 | |
will discuss poetry with me. | 0:29:21 | 0:29:23 | |
-You don't mean to read the poems? -Until I know all the poets | 0:29:23 | 0:29:26 | |
and poems in the world, since I have nothing to do, | 0:29:26 | 0:29:29 | |
-as you so many times have noted. -I bow to your ambition. | 0:29:29 | 0:29:32 | |
(DOOR CLOSES) | 0:29:39 | 0:29:40 | |
Now he has gone, I shall find it easier to talk. | 0:29:40 | 0:29:43 | |
Can you say something of the craft of poetry? | 0:29:56 | 0:29:59 | |
Poetic craft is a carcass. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:02 | |
A sham. | 0:30:02 | 0:30:05 | |
If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, | 0:30:07 | 0:30:10 | |
then it had better not come at all. | 0:30:10 | 0:30:12 | |
I'm mistaken. | 0:30:18 | 0:30:21 | |
I'm not sure I can teach you. | 0:30:23 | 0:30:24 | |
Was I too rude? I can apologise. | 0:30:24 | 0:30:28 | |
I'm not sure I have... | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
..the right feelings towards women. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:34 | |
I am suspicious of my feelings. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:38 | |
Do you not like me? | 0:30:40 | 0:30:42 | |
I am attracted to you without knowing why. | 0:30:43 | 0:30:46 | |
All women confuse me, even my mother. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:54 | |
I yearn to be ruined by shrews and saved by angels, | 0:30:58 | 0:31:01 | |
and in reality, I've only ever really loved my sister. | 0:31:01 | 0:31:04 | |
I am annoyed by my sister as often as I love her. | 0:31:07 | 0:31:10 | |
I still don't know how to work out a poem. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:15 | |
A poem needs understanding through the senses. | 0:31:15 | 0:31:18 | |
The point of diving in a lake... | 0:31:21 | 0:31:24 | |
..is not immediately to swim to the shore, | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
but to be in the lake, | 0:31:28 | 0:31:30 | |
to luxuriate in the sensation of water. | 0:31:30 | 0:31:36 | |
You do not work the lake out. | 0:31:36 | 0:31:39 | |
It is an experience beyond thought. | 0:31:39 | 0:31:42 | |
Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery. | 0:31:43 | 0:31:49 | |
I love mystery. | 0:31:49 | 0:31:51 | |
I found your fairy princess on the wall in my room. | 0:31:54 | 0:31:58 | |
You could make her out? | 0:31:58 | 0:31:59 | |
She wears a butterfly frock. | 0:31:59 | 0:32:01 | |
Shall we continue? | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
(CAT PURRS) | 0:32:10 | 0:32:13 | |
Mr Keats is very brilliant. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:22 | |
I'm not sure he really likes me. | 0:32:25 | 0:32:29 | |
He prefers Toots and Samuel. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:33 | |
Even our cat, | 0:32:33 | 0:32:34 | |
who he's always petting to death. | 0:32:34 | 0:32:38 | |
Mr Keats knows he cannot like you. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:40 | |
He has no living and no income. | 0:32:42 | 0:32:45 | |
Mr Keats isn't here. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:06 | |
He said to tell you he had a sore throat | 0:33:06 | 0:33:08 | |
and thought it best to stay on in Chichester. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:13 | |
You don't believe me? Come in. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:16 | |
Come in. | 0:33:16 | 0:33:17 | |
There, no Keats. | 0:33:20 | 0:33:23 | |
Tell us, what Chaucer did you read? | 0:33:27 | 0:33:29 | |
All of it. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
Also Mr Spencer, Mr Milton and The Odyssey. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:36 | |
That's a lot to read in one week. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:40 | |
What did you think of The Odyssey? | 0:33:40 | 0:33:43 | |
I am yet part way through it. | 0:33:45 | 0:33:47 | |
But I've read all Mr Keats has written. | 0:33:47 | 0:33:50 | |
Have you? | 0:33:50 | 0:33:52 | |
"Out went the taper as she hurried in, | 0:33:58 | 0:34:03 | |
"Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died, | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
"She closed the door, | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
"she panted, all akin | 0:34:10 | 0:34:11 | |
"To spirits of the air and visions wide." | 0:34:11 | 0:34:15 | |
And what, Miss Brawne, did you make of Paradise Lost? | 0:34:15 | 0:34:18 | |
Oh, I... I liked it. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:22 | |
Did you? | 0:34:22 | 0:34:23 | |
You didn't find Milton's rhymes a little pouncing? | 0:34:25 | 0:34:28 | |
No. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:31 | |
Did you not? | 0:34:31 | 0:34:32 | |
Not very. | 0:34:32 | 0:34:34 | |
Is it the material of her dress that makes Miss Brawne's eyes | 0:34:42 | 0:34:45 | |
so amber-like? | 0:34:45 | 0:34:46 | |
Oh, yes, they are golden. | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
Amber, almost. | 0:34:51 | 0:34:52 | |
Yes. Yes, what colours are yours, Mr Brown? | 0:34:52 | 0:34:54 | |
Mine? | 0:34:54 | 0:34:57 | |
Suitcase brown. | 0:35:04 | 0:35:05 | |
Fanny. | 0:35:05 | 0:35:07 | |
Did you see Mr Brown? | 0:35:11 | 0:35:14 | |
He was amazed. | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
Well, all those authors in just one week is incredible. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:19 | |
I know. | 0:35:19 | 0:35:21 | |
But he sees that I am serious and I will read them. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:25 | |
(KNOCKS ON GLASS) | 0:35:28 | 0:35:32 | |
Fanny, it's a letter. | 0:35:37 | 0:35:40 | |
I think it is a Valentine. | 0:35:40 | 0:35:43 | |
"Darling Valentine, | 0:36:05 | 0:36:06 | |
"I am not sure if you should have a kiss for your amber enchantress eyes, | 0:36:06 | 0:36:12 | |
"or a whipping." | 0:36:12 | 0:36:15 | |
"Yours, A Suitcase." | 0:36:17 | 0:36:20 | |
(THUNDER) | 0:36:25 | 0:36:27 | |
(HEAVY RAIN FALLS) | 0:36:27 | 0:36:29 | |
Fanny! | 0:36:40 | 0:36:41 | |
Mr Keats is behaving very oddly. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
Should I invite him inside? | 0:36:48 | 0:36:50 | |
Mr Brown sent you a Valentine. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:05 | |
I think it was a joke. | 0:37:05 | 0:37:08 | |
< Keats! | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
Keats! John, wait. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:12 | |
-John. -I was away for ten days, Brown, | 0:37:23 | 0:37:25 | |
with you encouraging me to stay on and get well. | 0:37:25 | 0:37:27 | |
-John, easy. -You write Miss Brawne | 0:37:27 | 0:37:29 | |
a Valentine's card. Are you lovers? | 0:37:29 | 0:37:31 | |
-John. -That the truth? | 0:37:31 | 0:37:32 | |
Easy. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:33 | |
You sent a card, Charles. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:35 | |
You have the income to marry. I have not. Did you accept it? | 0:37:35 | 0:37:37 | |
John, I sent that Valentine... | 0:37:37 | 0:37:40 | |
..it was only a jest. | 0:37:42 | 0:37:43 | |
For whom? I'm not laughing, Miss Brawne is not laughing. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:46 | |
I wrote the Valentine to amuse Fanny | 0:37:46 | 0:37:49 | |
who makes a religion of flirting. | 0:37:49 | 0:37:51 | |
John, she's what? A poetry scholar one week, | 0:37:51 | 0:37:53 | |
and a military expert the next? | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
It is a game. | 0:37:56 | 0:37:57 | |
It is a game to her. She collects - | 0:37:57 | 0:38:00 | |
There is a holiness to the heart's affections. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:02 | |
Know you nothing of that? | 0:38:02 | 0:38:06 | |
Believe me, it's not pride. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
Are you in love with Mr Brown? | 0:38:34 | 0:38:35 | |
Why don't you speak? | 0:38:47 | 0:38:50 | |
She can't speak because | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
she only knows how to flirt and sew. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:57 | |
Isn't that right? | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
Yes, and read all Milton, | 0:39:02 | 0:39:05 | |
whose rhymes do not pounce, Miss Brawne, | 0:39:05 | 0:39:09 | |
because there are none! | 0:39:09 | 0:39:12 | |
John, there are one or two of her kind | 0:39:12 | 0:39:14 | |
in every fashionable drawing room of this city, | 0:39:14 | 0:39:17 | |
gasping over skirt lengths! | 0:39:17 | 0:39:20 | |
-I'm sorry. You can have a poetry lesson tomorrow. -No! | 0:39:24 | 0:39:26 | |
I want to dance and flirt, talk of flounces and ribbons | 0:39:26 | 0:39:30 | |
till I find my old happiness and humour. | 0:39:30 | 0:39:33 | |
(THUNDER) | 0:39:38 | 0:39:40 | |
-(KEATS) -What if the dwarf were to die in Act Two? | 0:39:46 | 0:39:50 | |
And then we could introduce the princess sooner. | 0:39:50 | 0:39:53 | |
Perhaps Act Three could begin with a tempest. | 0:39:55 | 0:39:58 | |
What else do you think? | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
We're going to live next door! | 0:40:22 | 0:40:23 | |
The Dilkes are moving to Westminster | 0:40:23 | 0:40:27 | |
and we get six months' half rent | 0:40:27 | 0:40:28 | |
so we will be in the same house. We can all play football. | 0:40:28 | 0:40:32 | |
It's a great economy for Mama. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:34 | |
But only if you like. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:39 | |
Have we broken for the day, Keats? | 0:40:39 | 0:40:42 | |
Keats? | 0:40:44 | 0:40:45 | |
But, if the Princess has already abandoned the dwarf, | 0:41:00 | 0:41:04 | |
cannot we keep his love speech? | 0:41:04 | 0:41:06 | |
I will have to change it, find another place for it. | 0:41:06 | 0:41:10 | |
-We could give the love speech to... -Look out! | 0:41:10 | 0:41:13 | |
Oh, sorry, right in the face! | 0:41:16 | 0:41:19 | |
(KEATS & TOOTS LAUGH) | 0:41:19 | 0:41:22 | |
Brown. | 0:41:22 | 0:41:24 | |
Brown! | 0:41:24 | 0:41:25 | |
-(TOOTS SHRIEKS) -Oh, no! | 0:41:25 | 0:41:29 | |
What was that, Toots? | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
(LAUGHTER) | 0:41:33 | 0:41:36 | |
(SIGHS) | 0:41:36 | 0:41:39 | |
If Mr Keats and myself are strolling in the meadow, | 0:41:42 | 0:41:46 | |
lounging on a sofa, or staring into a wall, | 0:41:46 | 0:41:48 | |
do not presume we are not working. | 0:41:48 | 0:41:51 | |
Doing nothing is... | 0:41:51 | 0:41:53 | |
..the musing of the poet. | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
Are these musings what we common people know as thoughts? | 0:41:56 | 0:42:00 | |
Thoughts? | 0:42:00 | 0:42:01 | |
Yes, but of a weightier nature. | 0:42:01 | 0:42:04 | |
Sinking thoughts? | 0:42:04 | 0:42:06 | |
Not really, Miss Brawne. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
Musing, making one's mind available to inspiration. | 0:42:08 | 0:42:12 | |
Mr Brown? | 0:42:12 | 0:42:14 | |
As in amusing? | 0:42:14 | 0:42:15 | |
Mr Brown. | 0:42:17 | 0:42:18 | |
Our thoughts are all very simple, | 0:42:18 | 0:42:20 | |
so you never need worry about interrupting us. | 0:42:20 | 0:42:23 | |
And we should be happy if you would join us for dinner on any day. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:27 | |
< (APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS) | 0:42:44 | 0:42:47 | |
Can I choose which bed? | 0:42:47 | 0:42:50 | |
(FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE) | 0:42:51 | 0:42:54 | |
Mr Keats? | 0:43:22 | 0:43:23 | |
They're sniffing all the flowers in the garden | 0:44:10 | 0:44:12 | |
to try and find the best scent. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:16 | |
Mr Keats is being a bee. | 0:44:16 | 0:44:18 | |
Thank you. | 0:44:23 | 0:44:25 | |
Fanny! | 0:44:27 | 0:44:28 | |
Come in. | 0:44:28 | 0:44:31 | |
I need your help. | 0:44:31 | 0:44:34 | |
Lie to me, tell me you did not dance last night. | 0:44:55 | 0:45:00 | |
I did not sit down a single tune. | 0:45:00 | 0:45:02 | |
You can see the truth in my slippers, completely scuffed. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:07 | |
I don't know how I could have prevented it. | 0:45:07 | 0:45:09 | |
I don't want to sit under the trees | 0:45:09 | 0:45:10 | |
while you talk. I want to go and play on the swings. | 0:45:10 | 0:45:13 | |
All right. | 0:45:13 | 0:45:15 | |
Go higher, higher! No! A bit lower. | 0:45:17 | 0:45:21 | |
I had such a dream last night. | 0:45:45 | 0:45:49 | |
I was floating above the trees, | 0:45:49 | 0:45:51 | |
with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure. | 0:45:51 | 0:45:55 | |
For what seemed like an age. | 0:45:55 | 0:45:58 | |
Flowery treetops sprang up beneath us, | 0:46:00 | 0:46:02 | |
and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud. | 0:46:02 | 0:46:07 | |
Who was the figure? | 0:46:13 | 0:46:16 | |
I must have had my eyes closed, because I can't remember. | 0:46:28 | 0:46:34 | |
And yet you remember the tree tops? | 0:46:35 | 0:46:38 | |
Not so well as I remember the lips. | 0:46:38 | 0:46:40 | |
Whose lips? | 0:46:44 | 0:46:47 | |
Were they my lips? | 0:46:47 | 0:46:50 | |
Fanny? | 0:47:28 | 0:47:30 | |
Fanny? | 0:47:41 | 0:47:43 | |
Fanny? | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
< Fanny! | 0:47:54 | 0:47:56 | |
(SAMUEL) Mr Brown bet I couldn't find a nightingale's nest. | 0:48:59 | 0:49:02 | |
-(BROWN) -There is no nest and no bet. | 0:49:02 | 0:49:06 | |
(MIMICS BIRD CALL) | 0:49:08 | 0:49:10 | |
That one over there. | 0:49:10 | 0:49:11 | |
You couldn't have seen it in a tree. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:12 | |
-They don't nest in trees. -I know what I saw | 0:49:12 | 0:49:15 | |
and it was a nightingale. | 0:49:15 | 0:49:17 | |
"Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, | 0:49:35 | 0:49:39 | |
"In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay..." | 0:49:39 | 0:49:45 | |
See, here, there are tears. | 0:49:45 | 0:49:48 | |
You are so far ahead of me and above me. | 0:49:51 | 0:49:54 | |
Brown, I'm... amazed. | 0:49:59 | 0:50:01 | |
Your writing... | 0:50:04 | 0:50:06 | |
is... the finest thing in my life. | 0:50:06 | 0:50:12 | |
You wrote this, little hand, did you do it? | 0:50:18 | 0:50:22 | |
As one who truly loves you, I must warn you kindly of the trap | 0:50:31 | 0:50:35 | |
that you are walking into, John. | 0:50:35 | 0:50:36 | |
If you're going to speak of Miss Brawne, | 0:50:36 | 0:50:38 | |
we have never agreed and cannot agree. | 0:50:38 | 0:50:41 | |
For one or two of your slippery blisses, | 0:50:41 | 0:50:43 | |
you'll lose your freedom permanently. | 0:50:43 | 0:50:45 | |
You'll be slaving at medicine 15 hours a day and for what? | 0:50:45 | 0:50:49 | |
To keep Mrs Keats in French ribbon. | 0:50:49 | 0:50:52 | |
I cherish your talent, I truly do. | 0:50:54 | 0:50:57 | |
Then allow me my happiness, | 0:50:57 | 0:50:58 | |
for I am writing again. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:01 | |
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense, | 0:51:28 | 0:51:33 | |
"As though of hemlock I had drunk, | 0:51:33 | 0:51:36 | |
"Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains | 0:51:36 | 0:51:38 | |
"One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk. | 0:51:38 | 0:51:42 | |
"'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, | 0:51:44 | 0:51:47 | |
"But being too happy in thine happiness, | 0:51:47 | 0:51:50 | |
"That thou, light-winged dryad of the trees | 0:51:50 | 0:51:53 | |
"In some melodious plot of beechen green and shadows numberless, | 0:51:53 | 0:51:58 | |
"Singest of summer in full-throated ease..." | 0:51:58 | 0:52:00 | |
"Darkling, I listen, | 0:52:13 | 0:52:15 | |
"And for many a time | 0:52:17 | 0:52:19 | |
"I have been half in love with easeful death." | 0:52:21 | 0:52:26 | |
Called him... | 0:52:29 | 0:52:31 | |
"Call'd him soft names in many amused rhyme, | 0:52:31 | 0:52:34 | |
Rhyme... | 0:52:34 | 0:52:36 | |
"To take into the air my quiet breath... | 0:52:36 | 0:52:40 | |
(DOOR CLOSES) | 0:52:40 | 0:52:42 | |
"To cease upon the midnight with no pain, | 0:52:45 | 0:52:47 | |
"While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad | 0:52:50 | 0:52:55 | |
"In such an ecstasy." | 0:52:55 | 0:52:57 | |
What? | 0:53:02 | 0:53:04 | |
Have you told Miss Brawne our summer holiday or shall I? | 0:53:05 | 0:53:09 | |
Not as yet. | 0:53:13 | 0:53:14 | |
Mr Brown is doing his summer rental. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:21 | |
So we both have to leave. | 0:53:21 | 0:53:23 | |
We're meeting up on the Isle of Wight | 0:53:25 | 0:53:27 | |
for some undisturbed writing and carousing. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:30 | |
(CRIES) | 0:53:40 | 0:53:43 | |
Mrs Brawne, may I speak to Fanny, please? | 0:53:44 | 0:53:47 | |
No! | 0:53:47 | 0:53:48 | |
I will not speak to him. | 0:53:48 | 0:53:50 | |
Fanny, I was going to tell you. | 0:53:50 | 0:53:52 | |
Fanny, I have no money. | 0:54:00 | 0:54:03 | |
In fact, I am in debt. | 0:54:04 | 0:54:07 | |
I must earn. | 0:54:08 | 0:54:11 | |
I must write and make a living. | 0:54:11 | 0:54:14 | |
If I fail, though I hate to think on it, | 0:54:14 | 0:54:16 | |
then I must make way so another may marry and adore you as I wish to. | 0:54:16 | 0:54:19 | |
No, I will not be adored. Ever again, by you or by anyone. | 0:54:19 | 0:54:26 | |
(CRIES) I hate you. | 0:54:28 | 0:54:32 | |
(DOORBELL RINGS) | 0:54:48 | 0:54:50 | |
-Anything? -No, nothing. | 0:54:53 | 0:54:55 | |
Nothing. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:02 | |
Fanny, will you check my stitch? It's an open-work seam. | 0:55:09 | 0:55:12 | |
God, no, Toots, I don't care a damn for stitches. | 0:55:12 | 0:55:16 | |
(DOOR OPENS) | 0:55:30 | 0:55:32 | |
No letter? | 0:55:38 | 0:55:39 | |
Not today. | 0:55:39 | 0:55:41 | |
Am I in love? | 0:55:47 | 0:55:50 | |
Is this love? | 0:55:52 | 0:55:55 | |
I shall never tease about it again. | 0:55:59 | 0:56:02 | |
So sore, I believe one could die of it. | 0:56:06 | 0:56:09 | |
(DOORBELL) | 0:56:12 | 0:56:15 | |
"My Dearest Lady, | 0:56:44 | 0:56:47 | |
I am now at a very pleasant cottage window, | 0:56:47 | 0:56:50 | |
looking on to a beautifully hilly country, | 0:56:50 | 0:56:52 | |
with a view of the sea." | 0:56:52 | 0:56:55 | |
"The morning is very fine." | 0:56:55 | 0:56:57 | |
"I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, | 0:56:57 | 0:57:00 | |
what pleasure I might have in living here | 0:57:00 | 0:57:03 | |
if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me." | 0:57:03 | 0:57:07 | |
"Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel | 0:57:07 | 0:57:10 | |
to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom." | 0:57:10 | 0:57:15 | |
"For myself I know not how to express my devotion | 0:57:15 | 0:57:19 | |
to so fair a form." | 0:57:19 | 0:57:21 | |
"I want a brighter word than bright, | 0:57:22 | 0:57:25 | |
a fairer word than fair." | 0:57:25 | 0:57:27 | |
"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days." | 0:57:29 | 0:57:34 | |
"Three such days with you I could fill with more delight | 0:57:35 | 0:57:38 | |
than fifty common years could ever contain." | 0:57:38 | 0:57:41 | |
I love you. | 0:57:46 | 0:57:48 | |
I love you, Toots. | 0:57:49 | 0:57:50 | |
"Will you confess this in a letter, you must write immediately, | 0:57:54 | 0:57:58 | |
and do all you can to console me in it - | 0:57:58 | 0:58:01 | |
make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me - | 0:58:01 | 0:58:04 | |
write the softest words and kiss them, | 0:58:04 | 0:58:08 | |
that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been." | 0:58:08 | 0:58:13 | |
"My Dear Mr Keats, | 0:58:15 | 0:58:17 | |
thank you for your letter." | 0:58:17 | 0:58:19 | |
"Lately, I've felt so nervous and ill that I had to stay five days in bed." | 0:58:19 | 0:58:24 | |
"Having received your letter, | 0:58:24 | 0:58:26 | |
I am up again, walking our paths in the heath." | 0:58:26 | 0:58:29 | |
"I have begun a butterfly farm in my bedroom in honour of us." | 0:58:29 | 0:58:33 | |
"Sammy and Toots are catching them for me." | 0:58:33 | 0:58:36 | |
"Samuel has made a science of it and is collecting both caterpillars | 0:58:36 | 0:58:40 | |
and chrysalises so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more." | 0:58:40 | 0:58:45 | |
"I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks." | 0:58:49 | 0:58:53 | |
"Your loveliness and the hour of my death." | 0:58:53 | 0:58:56 | |
"O, that I could have possession of them both in the same minute." | 0:58:56 | 0:59:01 | |
"I never knew before what such a love as you has made me feel was." | 0:59:01 | 0:59:05 | |
"I did not believe in it." | 0:59:05 | 0:59:07 | |
"But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, | 0:59:07 | 0:59:10 | |
'twill not be more than we can bear | 0:59:10 | 0:59:12 | |
when moistened and bedewed with pleasures." | 0:59:12 | 0:59:16 | |
(Bedewed with pleasures...) | 0:59:17 | 0:59:21 | |
There's no air. | 0:59:44 | 0:59:46 | |
No, Mama, they love the heat. | 0:59:46 | 0:59:47 | |
We're going to lose them. | 0:59:47 | 0:59:49 | |
Listen, "I love you more | 0:59:49 | 0:59:51 | |
in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake." | 0:59:51 | 0:59:54 | |
"I have met with women whom I really think | 0:59:55 | 0:59:57 | |
would like to be married to a poem, to be given away by a novel." | 0:59:57 | 1:00:01 | |
Mama, don't be cross. | 1:00:03 | 1:00:07 | |
When I don't hear from him, it's as if I've died. | 1:00:13 | 1:00:16 | |
As if the air is sucked out from my lungs. | 1:00:16 | 1:00:20 | |
And I am left desolate, but when I receive a letter, | 1:00:20 | 1:00:23 | |
I know our world is real. | 1:00:23 | 1:00:26 | |
It's the one I care for. | 1:00:26 | 1:00:29 | |
Watch the butterfly. | 1:00:30 | 1:00:33 | |
Well, move it. | 1:00:33 | 1:00:35 | |
Fanny wants a knife. | 1:00:49 | 1:00:50 | |
What for? | 1:00:50 | 1:00:53 | |
To kill herself. | 1:00:53 | 1:00:55 | |
(CRIES) It's all over. | 1:00:57 | 1:01:00 | |
I have such a short letter after all this time. | 1:01:02 | 1:01:05 | |
No, Topper. | 1:01:05 | 1:01:07 | |
(CRIES) | 1:01:10 | 1:01:13 | |
Saying he was in London. | 1:01:13 | 1:01:16 | |
In London and couldn't bring himself to visit | 1:01:16 | 1:01:18 | |
for fear it would burn him up. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:20 | |
He's made no fortune | 1:01:20 | 1:01:22 | |
and is ashamed of it. | 1:01:22 | 1:01:25 | |
If only he knew how little I, even you, care for that now. | 1:01:25 | 1:01:29 | |
(CRIES) | 1:01:29 | 1:01:31 | |
You missed that one. | 1:01:44 | 1:01:47 | |
-Hello. -Hello. | 1:01:47 | 1:01:51 | |
(KNOCK ON DOOR) | 1:01:53 | 1:01:55 | |
Mama asked me to welcome you home. | 1:02:01 | 1:02:03 | |
And introduce you to Miss O'Donoghue, our new maid, | 1:02:03 | 1:02:06 | |
who may also do for you. | 1:02:06 | 1:02:08 | |
Please, sir, call me Abigail, | 1:02:08 | 1:02:10 | |
or Abby. | 1:02:10 | 1:02:11 | |
Very well. Be sure you do not enter if the door is closed. | 1:02:11 | 1:02:14 | |
Yes, sir. | 1:02:14 | 1:02:17 | |
Mr Keats is not coming back. He's gone to live in London. | 1:02:24 | 1:02:28 | |
Please tell Mr Keats that we Brawnes have kept safe all his things. | 1:02:30 | 1:02:34 | |
Mr Brown has said that I could learn to read still. | 1:02:46 | 1:02:49 | |
I said to him, "Sure, what would I read?" | 1:02:49 | 1:02:52 | |
He said, "Abigail, even the Bible is not so dull as you might believe." | 1:02:52 | 1:02:58 | |
"And that in the Songs of Solomon, | 1:02:58 | 1:03:01 | |
there are some bits so juicy they make even a church man blush." | 1:03:01 | 1:03:06 | |
And he said that when I get down to the reading myself, | 1:03:06 | 1:03:10 | |
I'll see he tells not one word of a lie. | 1:03:10 | 1:03:12 | |
Hello, Toots. | 1:03:28 | 1:03:31 | |
(LAUGHS) | 1:03:36 | 1:03:38 | |
Hello, Mr Keats. | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
Hello, Miss Brawne. | 1:03:47 | 1:03:48 | |
Mother, we found it. | 1:03:54 | 1:03:56 | |
Fanny had the key like I thought. | 1:03:56 | 1:03:59 | |
What do you need for London? | 1:04:14 | 1:04:18 | |
Your vest has no lining. | 1:04:48 | 1:04:50 | |
And your coat... | 1:04:55 | 1:04:58 | |
..has a small hole. | 1:05:05 | 1:05:07 | |
I could mend it so you wouldn't see it. | 1:05:07 | 1:05:10 | |
"My sweet girl, I am living today in yesterday." | 1:05:13 | 1:05:17 | |
"I was in a complete fascination all day." | 1:05:17 | 1:05:21 | |
"I feel myself at your mercy." | 1:05:21 | 1:05:23 | |
"Write me ever so few lines, and tell me you will never forever | 1:05:23 | 1:05:26 | |
be less kind than to me then yesterday." | 1:05:26 | 1:05:30 | |
"You dazzled me." | 1:05:30 | 1:05:31 | |
"There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate." | 1:05:31 | 1:05:35 | |
"You have absorbed me." | 1:05:36 | 1:05:39 | |
"I have a sensation at the present moment as if I was dissolving." | 1:05:39 | 1:05:43 | |
Fanny. | 1:05:59 | 1:06:01 | |
Mrs Dilke is telling me that, erm... | 1:06:01 | 1:06:04 | |
..Mr Keats is proposing to move in next door again. | 1:06:04 | 1:06:07 | |
And she wants to know if I have any objections. | 1:06:07 | 1:06:10 | |
Of course you don't. | 1:06:10 | 1:06:13 | |
Mr Brown is Mr Keats' best friend. Why would we object? | 1:06:13 | 1:06:16 | |
Fanny, Mr Dilke and I are worried that such close connection | 1:06:18 | 1:06:24 | |
may prove restrictive for you. | 1:06:24 | 1:06:26 | |
No. | 1:06:26 | 1:06:27 | |
Mr Keats can't afford to marry. | 1:06:27 | 1:06:32 | |
His situation is really quite hopeless. | 1:06:32 | 1:06:35 | |
And if he is next door, how will you meet anyone else? | 1:06:35 | 1:06:38 | |
How will you go to dances? | 1:06:38 | 1:06:41 | |
Oh, you are engaged. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:43 | |
It's his mother's ring, it's not an engagement ring. | 1:06:43 | 1:06:45 | |
-You are not to wear it. -I wear it on the finger next door. | 1:06:45 | 1:06:49 | |
Do not even discuss it. | 1:06:49 | 1:06:51 | |
You taught me love. You never said, "Only the rich." | 1:06:51 | 1:06:54 | |
"Only a thimbleful." | 1:06:54 | 1:06:56 | |
Attachment is such a difficult thing to undo. | 1:06:56 | 1:07:00 | |
"Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, | 1:08:42 | 1:08:46 | |
To feel forever its soft swell and fall, | 1:08:47 | 1:08:51 | |
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, | 1:08:53 | 1:08:56 | |
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath..." | 1:08:57 | 1:09:02 | |
It's new. | 1:09:08 | 1:09:09 | |
From which poem? | 1:09:12 | 1:09:14 | |
Yours. | 1:09:16 | 1:09:17 | |
Bright Star. | 1:09:27 | 1:09:30 | |
"Would I were steadfast as thou art, | 1:09:31 | 1:09:34 | |
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night..." | 1:09:36 | 1:09:40 | |
Why do you say "not"? | 1:09:45 | 1:09:49 | |
"Not in lone splendour." | 1:09:49 | 1:09:52 | |
You fear I am not steadfast because I oblige Mama by going to a dance? | 1:09:52 | 1:09:58 | |
Don't tease, Fanny. | 1:10:01 | 1:10:03 | |
Why are you laughing? | 1:10:05 | 1:10:07 | |
I shall tell her I am unwell. | 1:10:09 | 1:10:12 | |
No, go. | 1:10:14 | 1:10:15 | |
Go. | 1:10:17 | 1:10:20 | |
Go. | 1:10:21 | 1:10:23 | |
Good Irish Abigail, | 1:10:25 | 1:10:26 | |
who never did fail to make a scone | 1:10:26 | 1:10:29 | |
as good as a swan. | 1:10:29 | 1:10:31 | |
Would you like some jam with that, sir? | 1:10:38 | 1:10:40 | |
Please. | 1:10:40 | 1:10:42 | |
> Delicious. | 1:10:47 | 1:10:49 | |
< Fanny? | 1:10:55 | 1:10:57 | |
Come in, it's turned cold. | 1:10:57 | 1:10:59 | |
Mr Keats has gone to London with no coat. | 1:10:59 | 1:11:03 | |
John, have you had wine? | 1:11:36 | 1:11:38 | |
I was...severely chilled. | 1:11:39 | 1:11:43 | |
I was on the outside of the coach. | 1:11:44 | 1:11:48 | |
But now I don't feel it. | 1:11:50 | 1:11:52 | |
-(LOUD KNOCKING) -< Abigail! | 1:11:52 | 1:11:56 | |
< Abigail, get up, dress yourself, we need a doctor. | 1:11:56 | 1:12:00 | |
Abigail! Bring the water. | 1:12:03 | 1:12:06 | |
I need a basin, a towel. | 1:12:06 | 1:12:09 | |
And glasses. I need glasses. | 1:12:09 | 1:12:11 | |
-Let me help, I can - -Stand back, stand back. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:13 | |
Keats has already asked | 1:12:40 | 1:12:43 | |
to see Miss Brawne, but I have managed him | 1:12:43 | 1:12:46 | |
and said she had gone into town. | 1:12:46 | 1:12:47 | |
But I have not. | 1:12:47 | 1:12:49 | |
I'm speaking of keeping Mr Keats calm. | 1:12:49 | 1:12:52 | |
This is a deception I will not join. | 1:12:52 | 1:12:54 | |
No, no, no. It is not a deception. | 1:12:54 | 1:12:58 | |
I am simply determined to preserve the life of my friend. | 1:12:58 | 1:13:03 | |
You would have it that I kill Mr Keats with affection. | 1:13:03 | 1:13:06 | |
-Fanny. -Perhaps you will. | 1:13:06 | 1:13:08 | |
Apparently there's nothing I can do | 1:13:08 | 1:13:09 | |
to persuade you of the gravity of the situation. Keats is in my care. | 1:13:09 | 1:13:14 | |
All visits will follow my regime or they will not happen. | 1:13:14 | 1:13:17 | |
Please, we Brawnes will do whatever we can | 1:13:17 | 1:13:19 | |
to restore Mr Keats to health. | 1:13:19 | 1:13:22 | |
Hmm? | 1:13:22 | 1:13:24 | |
I was wondering where you were. | 1:13:37 | 1:13:40 | |
I've been waiting to be with you. | 1:13:40 | 1:13:42 | |
The whole day. | 1:13:42 | 1:13:45 | |
Last night, there was a... | 1:13:46 | 1:13:47 | |
(COUGHS) | 1:13:47 | 1:13:50 | |
There was a great rush of blood. | 1:13:54 | 1:13:56 | |
Such that I thought that I would... | 1:13:58 | 1:14:00 | |
..suffocate. | 1:14:00 | 1:14:02 | |
And I said to Mr Brown, | 1:14:04 | 1:14:06 | |
"This is unfortunate." | 1:14:07 | 1:14:10 | |
-My thoughts were of you. -(KNOCK ON DOOR) | 1:14:11 | 1:14:14 | |
"My sweet creature." | 1:14:41 | 1:14:43 | |
"When I send this round, I shall be in the front parlour, | 1:14:43 | 1:14:47 | |
watching to see you show yourself for a minute in the garden." | 1:14:47 | 1:14:51 | |
"When I look back upon the ecstasies | 1:14:54 | 1:14:56 | |
in which I have passed some days, and the miseries in their turn, | 1:14:56 | 1:15:00 | |
I wonder the more at the beauty which has kept up the spell | 1:15:00 | 1:15:03 | |
so fervently." | 1:15:03 | 1:15:04 | |
"How horrid was the chance | 1:15:04 | 1:15:06 | |
of slipping into the ground instead of into your arms." | 1:15:06 | 1:15:09 | |
"The difference is amazing, love." | 1:15:11 | 1:15:14 | |
-Go on. Go on, now. -Brown, Brown, Brown. | 1:15:19 | 1:15:23 | |
I get anxious if I don't see her. | 1:15:23 | 1:15:25 | |
Why not bed her? | 1:15:31 | 1:15:33 | |
She'd do whatever you wished. | 1:15:33 | 1:15:36 | |
It might relieve your condition. | 1:15:36 | 1:15:39 | |
"Do not take the trouble of writing much." | 1:15:50 | 1:15:52 | |
"Merely send me my goodnight to put under my pillow." | 1:15:52 | 1:15:55 | |
-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -"John Keats." | 1:15:55 | 1:15:58 | |
"Let me no longer detain you from going to town." | 1:16:41 | 1:16:43 | |
"There may be no end to this imprisoning of you." | 1:16:43 | 1:16:46 | |
"Perhaps you had better not come before tomorrow evening." | 1:16:49 | 1:16:52 | |
"You know our situation." | 1:16:52 | 1:16:54 | |
"I am recommended not even to read poetry, | 1:16:54 | 1:16:56 | |
much less write it." | 1:16:56 | 1:16:59 | |
"I wish I had even a little hope." | 1:16:59 | 1:17:02 | |
"I cannot say, "Forget me", | 1:17:02 | 1:17:05 | |
but I would mention that there are impossibilities in the world." | 1:17:05 | 1:17:09 | |
John. | 1:17:51 | 1:17:52 | |
Why do you say, "impossibilities"? | 1:17:55 | 1:17:58 | |
I have coughed blood again. | 1:17:58 | 1:18:02 | |
I fear the... disease has the upper hand. | 1:18:06 | 1:18:11 | |
And I will not recover. | 1:18:12 | 1:18:15 | |
I can't leave you. | 1:18:15 | 1:18:16 | |
I have such clear hope for your new book of poems. | 1:18:19 | 1:18:23 | |
John, they are more beautiful than any I've read of Mr Coleridge, | 1:18:23 | 1:18:27 | |
Mr Wordsworth, even Lord Byron. | 1:18:27 | 1:18:31 | |
"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, | 1:18:34 | 1:18:39 | |
Alone and palely loitering? | 1:18:39 | 1:18:41 | |
The sedge has wither'd from the lake, | 1:18:44 | 1:18:47 | |
And no birds sing." | 1:18:47 | 1:18:50 | |
"I met a lady in the meads. | 1:18:52 | 1:18:55 | |
Full beautiful - a faery's child, | 1:18:58 | 1:19:01 | |
Her hair was long, her foot was light, | 1:19:01 | 1:19:07 | |
And her eyes were wild. | 1:19:07 | 1:19:10 | |
I set her on my pacing steed, | 1:19:11 | 1:19:15 | |
And nothing else saw all day long, | 1:19:15 | 1:19:18 | |
For sidelong would she bend, and sing | 1:19:20 | 1:19:24 | |
A faery's song." | 1:19:24 | 1:19:26 | |
"She found me roots of relish sweet | 1:19:26 | 1:19:30 | |
And honey wild | 1:19:30 | 1:19:32 | |
And manna dew | 1:19:32 | 1:19:35 | |
And sure in language strange she said, | 1:19:35 | 1:19:39 | |
'I love thee true.'" | 1:19:39 | 1:19:41 | |
"She took me to her elfin grot" | 1:19:41 | 1:19:43 | |
"And there she wept and sigh'd full sore" | 1:19:43 | 1:19:48 | |
"And there I shut her wild wild eyes with kisses four | 1:19:48 | 1:19:54 | |
And there she lulled me asleep, | 1:19:55 | 1:19:59 | |
And there I dream'd - ah! woe betide! - | 1:19:59 | 1:20:03 | |
The latest dream I ever dream'd | 1:20:03 | 1:20:06 | |
On the cold hill's side." | 1:20:09 | 1:20:12 | |
(PANS CLATTER) | 1:20:15 | 1:20:18 | |
Abigail? | 1:20:18 | 1:20:20 | |
Here it is. | 1:20:26 | 1:20:27 | |
Mr Brown said to give it to you tomorrow, | 1:20:27 | 1:20:29 | |
but I'll not wait. | 1:20:29 | 1:20:32 | |
He is the most cruel, dead-hearted man in this entire world. | 1:20:33 | 1:20:41 | |
Oh, my God. | 1:20:41 | 1:20:43 | |
Oh, my God. | 1:20:44 | 1:20:46 | |
I wish I were dead! | 1:20:46 | 1:20:49 | |
I'm boiling with fury. | 1:20:50 | 1:20:52 | |
You must not convulse again. | 1:20:52 | 1:20:54 | |
Abigail is with child. | 1:20:55 | 1:20:57 | |
To whom, out of fear or shame, she would not say. | 1:20:57 | 1:21:02 | |
We, Brown, must find out who it is. | 1:21:02 | 1:21:05 | |
And when we have his name, then butcher or baker, | 1:21:05 | 1:21:08 | |
he shall face up to his indecency. | 1:21:08 | 1:21:11 | |
Will you call her? | 1:21:11 | 1:21:13 | |
It's not necessary. | 1:21:13 | 1:21:15 | |
She has me believe I'm the father. | 1:21:18 | 1:21:22 | |
My God, I had no... | 1:21:22 | 1:21:25 | |
..no notion of a love affair. | 1:21:25 | 1:21:27 | |
There was none. | 1:21:30 | 1:21:32 | |
Or I must have slept through it. | 1:21:32 | 1:21:35 | |
With what ease you help yourself... | 1:21:35 | 1:21:38 | |
I have agreed to pay for the child. | 1:21:38 | 1:21:41 | |
And the worst thing is, I can't keep this place. | 1:21:42 | 1:21:48 | |
I've to start my summer rental early | 1:21:48 | 1:21:52 | |
and I feel wretched, turning you out while you're so unwell. | 1:21:52 | 1:21:58 | |
But, John, I can't do anything else. I'm overloaded with debt. | 1:21:58 | 1:22:02 | |
Don't concern yourself. | 1:22:02 | 1:22:04 | |
I shall manage. | 1:22:04 | 1:22:07 | |
Stupid, stupid. | 1:22:07 | 1:22:08 | |
In what stumbling ways a new soul is begun. | 1:22:18 | 1:22:22 | |
I would very much value your opinion, Mr Keats, | 1:22:22 | 1:22:24 | |
on a new painting of mine, "The Cave of Despair". | 1:22:24 | 1:22:27 | |
> If you suggest he won't survive another winter in England, | 1:22:27 | 1:22:31 | |
then we must do something. | 1:22:31 | 1:22:32 | |
Gentlemen, I think we should hear Dr Bree on the issue of climate | 1:22:32 | 1:22:35 | |
for Keats's health. | 1:22:35 | 1:22:37 | |
Well, a move to a gentler climate is essential. | 1:22:37 | 1:22:39 | |
I would recommend Italy. | 1:22:39 | 1:22:40 | |
-Rome? -Rome is good. | 1:22:40 | 1:22:43 | |
-Does he want to go to Rome? -Well, he has to go. | 1:22:43 | 1:22:47 | |
He won't live through another winter in England. | 1:22:47 | 1:22:50 | |
How do you feel about Italy, John? | 1:22:53 | 1:22:55 | |
> I do think there is an issue of finance. | 1:22:55 | 1:22:58 | |
(COUGHS) | 1:22:58 | 1:23:01 | |
Could we not, between us, start a fund or a collection? | 1:23:01 | 1:23:05 | |
< It seems possible. | 1:23:05 | 1:23:07 | |
Of course, he'll need a travelling companion. Brown, you'll go. | 1:23:10 | 1:23:14 | |
Absolutely. Absolutely. Someone must go. | 1:23:14 | 1:23:17 | |
-I'm not sure I shall be able. -Is that a no? | 1:23:17 | 1:23:21 | |
Miss? Miss? | 1:23:21 | 1:23:23 | |
I can help find a room for the summer, John, if you want? | 1:23:32 | 1:23:36 | |
Sam? | 1:23:38 | 1:23:40 | |
Walk behind. | 1:23:40 | 1:23:41 | |
I want to go to Italy with you. | 1:23:45 | 1:23:47 | |
-We can marry and I'll go with you. -My friends talk of going to Italy, | 1:23:47 | 1:23:51 | |
but I have so little money... | 1:23:51 | 1:23:53 | |
< Spare a penny, sir? | 1:23:53 | 1:23:55 | |
I can barely afford these Kentish Town rooms. | 1:23:55 | 1:23:58 | |
-Farewell me here. -Why? | 1:23:58 | 1:24:01 | |
We don't do linen. | 1:24:03 | 1:24:05 | |
(BABY CRIES) | 1:24:10 | 1:24:12 | |
All right! I'm coming! | 1:24:12 | 1:24:15 | |
(DRIPPING WATER) | 1:24:15 | 1:24:18 | |
(KEATS COUGHS) | 1:24:19 | 1:24:21 | |
Mr Hunt can't have meant this room. | 1:24:32 | 1:24:34 | |
I told you not to come. | 1:24:40 | 1:24:42 | |
Go now. | 1:24:44 | 1:24:46 | |
Go. | 1:24:49 | 1:24:51 | |
Oh, please start. | 1:24:55 | 1:24:57 | |
-Please start. -Where's Fanny? | 1:24:59 | 1:25:03 | |
She's not eating. | 1:25:03 | 1:25:05 | |
Are you all right? | 1:25:18 | 1:25:22 | |
How long has Mr Keats been away? | 1:25:24 | 1:25:27 | |
Five weeks. | 1:25:27 | 1:25:29 | |
Perhaps it is for the best. | 1:25:29 | 1:25:32 | |
Whose best? | 1:25:32 | 1:25:34 | |
I thought it might be a relief to be separated, | 1:25:34 | 1:25:38 | |
when the circumstances are so difficult. | 1:25:38 | 1:25:42 | |
You all wish I would give up. | 1:25:42 | 1:25:44 | |
But I can't. | 1:25:44 | 1:25:47 | |
Even if I wanted to, I cannot. | 1:25:47 | 1:25:50 | |
John? | 1:26:32 | 1:26:34 | |
Keep away from me. You do not love me. | 1:26:34 | 1:26:37 | |
If you have not a crystal conscience this past month. | 1:26:37 | 1:26:41 | |
Oh, my love. | 1:26:41 | 1:26:42 | |
(COUGHS) | 1:26:42 | 1:26:45 | |
I thought my heart was breaking. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:51 | |
Mama! | 1:26:54 | 1:26:55 | |
MAMA! | 1:26:55 | 1:26:58 | |
Mr Keats? Toots, the door. | 1:26:59 | 1:27:03 | |
Take care. | 1:27:09 | 1:27:11 | |
(COUGHS) | 1:27:11 | 1:27:14 | |
Thank you. | 1:27:22 | 1:27:23 | |
Was there any blood? | 1:27:26 | 1:27:27 | |
No. | 1:27:27 | 1:27:28 | |
Is he staying here? | 1:27:30 | 1:27:33 | |
Yes, yes. | 1:27:33 | 1:27:34 | |
Tonight. | 1:27:34 | 1:27:37 | |
Well, I need to examine the patient. | 1:27:38 | 1:27:41 | |
May he stay tomorrow? Until he leaves for Italy? | 1:27:51 | 1:27:55 | |
You're not even officially engaged. | 1:27:55 | 1:27:57 | |
Can't we be? | 1:27:57 | 1:28:00 | |
There is no end to this. | 1:28:02 | 1:28:04 | |
Next you'll want to marry | 1:28:04 | 1:28:06 | |
then travel to Rome. | 1:28:06 | 1:28:07 | |
Oh, I should never have moved into this house. | 1:28:07 | 1:28:10 | |
I've let this happen. | 1:28:10 | 1:28:11 | |
Just until Italy. | 1:28:11 | 1:28:13 | |
You are already the source of so much gossip. | 1:28:15 | 1:28:19 | |
Well, then let us be engaged. | 1:28:19 | 1:28:22 | |
> (COUGHING) | 1:28:36 | 1:28:38 | |
Toots. | 1:29:00 | 1:29:02 | |
Have you been eating rosebuds again? | 1:29:11 | 1:29:13 | |
So do where your cheeks get their blush? | 1:29:17 | 1:29:20 | |
I confirmed your ship. | 1:29:25 | 1:29:27 | |
The Maria Crowther, | 1:29:27 | 1:29:28 | |
-sailing for Naples. -When does she leave? | 1:29:28 | 1:29:31 | |
-In ten days. -So soon? -Autumn is coming. | 1:29:31 | 1:29:33 | |
I'm afraid if you delay, | 1:29:33 | 1:29:34 | |
there will be less and less reason to hope. | 1:29:34 | 1:29:37 | |
Then there's no putting it off. | 1:29:37 | 1:29:41 | |
I must march against the battery. | 1:29:41 | 1:29:43 | |
< Allow me to pour you another, Mr Severn. | 1:29:43 | 1:29:45 | |
Really? Perhaps I might just... | 1:29:45 | 1:29:47 | |
Is his passage fully paid for? | 1:29:47 | 1:29:48 | |
(Yes, yes, everything is taken care of.) | 1:29:48 | 1:29:51 | |
What if something should happen to Mr Keats, or... | 1:29:53 | 1:29:57 | |
..or even to you? | 1:29:57 | 1:30:00 | |
In a foreign country? | 1:30:00 | 1:30:02 | |
How would you survive? | 1:30:02 | 1:30:04 | |
It shouldn't be Severn. | 1:30:04 | 1:30:07 | |
He barely knows him. | 1:30:07 | 1:30:09 | |
Where is that fool Mr Brown when he's needed? | 1:30:09 | 1:30:11 | |
Why hasn't he written? | 1:30:11 | 1:30:14 | |
I found a goose. | 1:30:14 | 1:30:16 | |
For Mr Keats' last dinner. | 1:30:16 | 1:30:18 | |
Don't say last. | 1:30:20 | 1:30:22 | |
(CLAPPING) | 1:30:27 | 1:30:29 | |
One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three... | 1:30:29 | 1:30:32 | |
And one, two, three, one, two, three... | 1:30:32 | 1:30:35 | |
(CLAPS AND COUNTS FASTER AND FASTER) | 1:30:35 | 1:30:39 | |
Toots. | 1:30:45 | 1:30:46 | |
Mr Keats? | 1:30:50 | 1:30:51 | |
(WHISPERS) One, two, three, one, two, three... | 1:30:51 | 1:30:54 | |
-Oh! And she's gone. -What happened there? | 1:30:56 | 1:30:58 | |
One, two, three, one, two, three... | 1:31:07 | 1:31:11 | |
Very good. | 1:31:11 | 1:31:13 | |
And don't come back. | 1:31:18 | 1:31:19 | |
There's no autumn around here. | 1:31:19 | 1:31:21 | |
-> (COUGHS) -Careful. | 1:31:21 | 1:31:24 | |
Are you all right? | 1:31:24 | 1:31:27 | |
Shall we sit down? | 1:31:30 | 1:31:33 | |
Mrs Brawne, that's for you. | 1:32:27 | 1:32:30 | |
Oh, oh, that's beautiful. | 1:32:30 | 1:32:35 | |
Oh, my dear, mad boy. | 1:32:35 | 1:32:38 | |
Is it successful? | 1:32:38 | 1:32:39 | |
There were two very positive reviews by friends. | 1:32:39 | 1:32:43 | |
And... six mainly positive. | 1:32:43 | 1:32:47 | |
And four hostile. | 1:32:47 | 1:32:49 | |
I don't know, is that successful? | 1:32:50 | 1:32:52 | |
Yes. Extremely so. | 1:32:52 | 1:32:56 | |
So, they are selling well? | 1:32:56 | 1:32:57 | |
Come back, | 1:33:03 | 1:33:04 | |
live with us, marry our Fanny. | 1:33:04 | 1:33:09 | |
I love you. | 1:33:24 | 1:33:26 | |
We should say our goodbyes now. | 1:33:32 | 1:33:35 | |
(FANNY CRIES) | 1:33:45 | 1:33:47 | |
Shall we awake... | 1:33:51 | 1:33:53 | |
..and find all this is a dream? | 1:33:58 | 1:34:01 | |
(SOBS) | 1:34:01 | 1:34:04 | |
There must be another life, | 1:34:04 | 1:34:06 | |
you can't be created for this kind of suffering. | 1:34:06 | 1:34:10 | |
I doubt that we will see each other again on this earth. | 1:34:20 | 1:34:26 | |
Then why are you leaving? | 1:34:30 | 1:34:34 | |
Why must you go? | 1:34:34 | 1:34:37 | |
Because my friends have paid my way. | 1:34:37 | 1:34:41 | |
It is a hopeless hope, but how can I refuse them? | 1:34:41 | 1:34:43 | |
Say you're too ill. | 1:34:43 | 1:34:45 | |
We have woven a web, | 1:34:47 | 1:34:48 | |
you and I. | 1:34:48 | 1:34:50 | |
Attached to this world, | 1:34:51 | 1:34:54 | |
but a separate world of our own invention. | 1:34:54 | 1:34:57 | |
We must cut the threads, Fanny. | 1:34:57 | 1:35:00 | |
No. | 1:35:00 | 1:35:02 | |
No! | 1:35:02 | 1:35:04 | |
I can't. | 1:35:06 | 1:35:09 | |
I never will. | 1:35:10 | 1:35:12 | |
You know I would do anything. | 1:35:21 | 1:35:24 | |
I have a conscience. | 1:35:30 | 1:35:33 | |
Let's pretend I will return in spring. | 1:35:48 | 1:35:51 | |
You will return. | 1:35:51 | 1:35:53 | |
We will live in the country. | 1:36:04 | 1:36:07 | |
Close to Mama. | 1:36:09 | 1:36:12 | |
And our bedroom will look out on to a little apple orchard. | 1:36:12 | 1:36:17 | |
And beyond that, a mountain in a mist. | 1:36:17 | 1:36:19 | |
We can make a garden where every sort of wild flower grows. | 1:36:21 | 1:36:24 | |
And we will go to bed while the sun is still high. | 1:36:27 | 1:36:31 | |
And when it becomes dark, the moon will shine through the shutters. | 1:36:33 | 1:36:39 | |
And I will hold you close. | 1:36:44 | 1:36:47 | |
And kiss your breasts. | 1:36:47 | 1:36:50 | |
Your arms. | 1:36:50 | 1:36:51 | |
Your waist. | 1:36:53 | 1:36:55 | |
Everywhere. | 1:36:58 | 1:37:01 | |
Touch has a memory. | 1:37:11 | 1:37:13 | |
I know it. | 1:37:15 | 1:37:17 | |
< (CHURCH BELL TOLLS) | 1:37:37 | 1:37:39 | |
Not a word. | 1:37:46 | 1:37:47 | |
(CARRIAGE DOOR CLOSES) | 1:38:17 | 1:38:18 | |
Mama! | 1:38:29 | 1:38:30 | |
Mr Brown's baby has red hair. | 1:38:30 | 1:38:32 | |
Hello! | 1:38:32 | 1:38:35 | |
You beautiful boy! | 1:38:35 | 1:38:38 | |
Hello, oh, well done, well done. | 1:38:38 | 1:38:41 | |
Hello. It is so nice to meet you. | 1:38:41 | 1:38:45 | |
You've seen the baby? | 1:38:49 | 1:38:50 | |
Looks like Abigail. | 1:38:53 | 1:38:56 | |
John's reached Naples. | 1:39:01 | 1:39:03 | |
They quarantined his ship. | 1:39:04 | 1:39:07 | |
He wrote that he made | 1:39:07 | 1:39:09 | |
more puns out of desperation in two weeks | 1:39:09 | 1:39:13 | |
than he had in any year of his life. | 1:39:13 | 1:39:15 | |
< (BABY CRIES) | 1:39:15 | 1:39:17 | |
Should have liked to have been there | 1:39:18 | 1:39:20 | |
-to have heard them. -You could have... | 1:39:20 | 1:39:24 | |
..had you gone. | 1:39:24 | 1:39:26 | |
(BABY SCREAMS) | 1:39:26 | 1:39:30 | |
It's not that simple, | 1:39:34 | 1:39:35 | |
with the baby, | 1:39:35 | 1:39:38 | |
and my funds reduced. | 1:39:38 | 1:39:41 | |
And then, there is this issue of the snow and the Alps. | 1:39:41 | 1:39:47 | |
And the lack of will. | 1:39:47 | 1:39:49 | |
Shall I say it aloud? | 1:39:56 | 1:39:59 | |
Will that satisfy you? | 1:39:59 | 1:40:01 | |
Shall I say it? | 1:40:04 | 1:40:07 | |
I have failed John Keats. | 1:40:07 | 1:40:09 | |
I've failed John Keats. | 1:40:09 | 1:40:12 | |
I failed John Keats! | 1:40:12 | 1:40:16 | |
I failed him, I failed him. (STAMPS HIS FEET) | 1:40:16 | 1:40:19 | |
I did not know until now | 1:40:21 | 1:40:23 | |
how tightly he had wound himself around my heart. | 1:40:23 | 1:40:27 | |
< (BABY SCREAMS) | 1:40:27 | 1:40:30 | |
It's for you, Mama. | 1:40:36 | 1:40:37 | |
It's from Italy. | 1:40:37 | 1:40:40 | |
It's from Mr Keats. | 1:40:55 | 1:40:57 | |
He says, "It looks like a dream." | 1:40:59 | 1:41:02 | |
> (CHILDREN LAUGH) | 1:41:08 | 1:41:11 | |
Start again. | 1:42:18 | 1:42:21 | |
< (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) | 1:42:41 | 1:42:44 | |
It's cold out. | 1:42:53 | 1:42:56 | |
How are you all? | 1:42:57 | 1:42:59 | |
We are all quite well enough, but how is Mr Keats? | 1:42:59 | 1:43:03 | |
Mrs Brawne, it is... | 1:43:03 | 1:43:05 | |
..as unbearable to me as I know it is to you. | 1:43:05 | 1:43:11 | |
Mr Keats has died. | 1:43:13 | 1:43:15 | |
I received an account from Severn. | 1:43:17 | 1:43:22 | |
And I have copied it for you, Miss Brawne. | 1:43:22 | 1:43:26 | |
Shall I just read it? | 1:43:26 | 1:43:28 | |
"Friday." | 1:43:41 | 1:43:42 | |
"23rd February." | 1:43:42 | 1:43:45 | |
"At four in the afternoon, Keats called me, 'Severn, Severn,' | 1:43:45 | 1:43:51 | |
'lift me up for I am dying. I shall die easy.'" | 1:43:51 | 1:43:57 | |
"'Don't be frightened.'" | 1:43:57 | 1:43:59 | |
"'Thank God it has come.'" | 1:43:59 | 1:44:02 | |
"At one point, a cold heavy sweat broke out over his whole body | 1:44:02 | 1:44:06 | |
and he whispered, 'Don't breathe on me, | 1:44:06 | 1:44:10 | |
it comes like ice.'" | 1:44:10 | 1:44:13 | |
"Keats died imperceptibly." | 1:44:13 | 1:44:15 | |
No more. | 1:44:15 | 1:44:18 | |
(WHIMPERS) | 1:44:27 | 1:44:30 | |
Oh, God. | 1:44:41 | 1:44:44 | |
< Oh, God. | 1:44:46 | 1:44:48 | |
< John. | 1:44:48 | 1:44:50 | |
< (CRYING) | 1:44:50 | 1:44:54 | |
< Mama! | 1:44:54 | 1:44:55 | |
Mama! | 1:45:02 | 1:45:05 | |
I-I can't breathe. | 1:45:05 | 1:45:09 | |
Mama! | 1:45:10 | 1:45:12 | |
Oh, Mama. | 1:45:24 | 1:45:28 | |
(SOBS) | 1:45:28 | 1:45:30 | |
Sammy? | 1:46:30 | 1:46:32 | |
Samuel? | 1:46:32 | 1:46:33 | |
> (FOOTSTEPS) | 1:46:42 | 1:46:45 | |
"Bright star, | 1:46:57 | 1:47:01 | |
would I were steadfast as thou art, | 1:47:01 | 1:47:05 | |
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night | 1:47:07 | 1:47:13 | |
And watching, | 1:47:13 | 1:47:16 | |
With eternal lids apart, | 1:47:16 | 1:47:20 | |
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, | 1:47:20 | 1:47:26 | |
The moving waters at their priestlike task | 1:47:27 | 1:47:31 | |
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, | 1:47:31 | 1:47:35 | |
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask | 1:47:35 | 1:47:39 | |
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors, | 1:47:39 | 1:47:42 | |
No, yet still steadfast, | 1:47:44 | 1:47:49 | |
Still unchangeable, | 1:47:49 | 1:47:52 | |
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, | 1:47:54 | 1:48:00 | |
To feel for ever | 1:48:00 | 1:48:04 | |
Its soft swell and fall, | 1:48:04 | 1:48:08 | |
Awake for ever | 1:48:10 | 1:48:12 | |
In a sweet unrest, | 1:48:15 | 1:48:19 | |
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, | 1:48:22 | 1:48:25 | |
And so live ever, | 1:48:28 | 1:48:31 | |
Or else swoon to death." | 1:48:31 | 1:48:35 | |
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense, | 1:49:04 | 1:49:10 | |
As though of hemlock I had drunk, | 1:49:10 | 1:49:13 | |
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains | 1:49:13 | 1:49:15 | |
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk, | 1:49:15 | 1:49:20 | |
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, | 1:49:20 | 1:49:23 | |
But being too happy in thy happiness, | 1:49:23 | 1:49:26 | |
That thou, light-winged dryad of the trees, | 1:49:26 | 1:49:29 | |
In some melodious plot | 1:49:29 | 1:49:30 | |
Of beechen green and shadows numberless, | 1:49:30 | 1:49:33 | |
Singest of summer in full-throated ease. | 1:49:33 | 1:49:38 | |
O for a draught of vintage that hath been | 1:49:38 | 1:49:41 | |
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, | 1:49:41 | 1:49:44 | |
Tasting of Flora and the country-green, | 1:49:44 | 1:49:47 | |
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! | 1:49:47 | 1:49:51 | |
O for a beaker full of the warm South! | 1:49:51 | 1:49:54 | |
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, | 1:49:54 | 1:49:57 | |
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, | 1:49:57 | 1:50:00 | |
And purple-stained mouth..." | 1:50:00 | 1:50:03 |