Bride of Frankenstein Page #2

Nobody'll believe me.

All right.

l wash my hands of it.

Let'em all be murdered in

their beds, for all of me. Hmph!

Speak to me, Henry.

Oh, milady,

he'll never speak again.

l was foretold of this.

l was told

beware my wedding night.

Ahhh!

Oh! Look! Milady!

He's alive!

Henry, darling!

Elizabeth.

Oh, what a terrible wedding night!

You can go

to bed now, Mary.

You'll soon

be better, Henry.

l feel almost myseIf again.

As soon as you're strong

enough, we'll go away

and forget all this

horrible experience.

Forget?

If only I could forget, but

it's never out of my mind.

I've been cursed for delving

into the mysteries of life.

Perhaps death is sacred,

and I've profaned it.

For what a wonderful

vision it was!

l dreamed of being the

first to give to the world

the secret that God

is so jealous of.

The formula for life.

Think of the power

to create a man.

And I did. I did it! L

created a man. And who knows?

ln time I could have

trained him to do my will.

l could have bred a race.

l might even have found

the secret of eternal life.

Henry, don't say those

things. Don't think them.

It's blasphemous

and wicked.

We are not meant

to know those things.

It may be that I'm intended

to know the secret of life.

It may be part

of the divine plan.

No. No! t's the Devil

that prompts you.

It's death, not life, that is in

it all and at the end of it all.

Listen, Henry.

While you have been lying

here, tossing in your delirium,

l couldn't sleep.

And when you raved

of your insane desire

to create living men

from the dust of the dead,

a strange apparition has

seemed to appear in the room.

It comes,

a figure like death,

and each time it comes

more clearly, nearer.

It seems to be

reaching out for you

as if it would

take you away from me!

There it is!

Look! There!

l see nothing, Elizabeth.

Where?

There's nothing there.

There! There! t's coming

for you! Nearer! Henry!

Henry! Henry! Henry!

Albert!

Drat the man. He's never

here when he's wanted.

What's the good of stuffed

footmen, anyway?

All right. All right!

Don't knock the castle over.

We're not all dead yet.

There's nobody at home.

Let me in,

my good woman.

l know the young Baron

Frankenstein is at home.

He's sick.

He's in his bed,

where all decent folk

should be at

this time of night.

Tell him that

Dr. Pretorius is here

on a secret matter

of grave importance

and must see him

alone, tonight.

Dr. Pretorius?

Pretorius?

What was the...

What was the name?

Dr. Pretorius.

Ain't no such name.

Now you stay there.

Who's there?

It's Minnie, milady.

Oh, come in.

It's Dr. Pretorius.

He says he wants to see

the master. Most insistent.

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