Joseph Andrews Page #2

Got any money?

Who's coming with me?

Get off with you!

Excuse me, miss.

Do you know

St. George's Way?

No, my buck.

But for half a sixpence,

you can do it any way you like.

Go tell my lady I'm waiting.

Yes, my lord.

And about time, too.

Gad, now there's one

who takes me.

Beautiful.

Magnificent.

What a figure.

Finest pair of eyes in Bath,

I do declare.

Neck like a swan.

Mouth like a-

like a rosebud.

What a creature.

Any chance of...

sport, do you think?

None, dear.

He's kept on a leash

like a dog.

But he is quite lovely.

Isn't that Lady Booby?

It may be so.

She's not an intimate of mine.

She seems to prefer the

company of her footman.

They are rather close.

Not close enough for

her, by all accounts.

If he were her page,

I daresay

she would turn him every day.

Notabilia, my dear.

Our poor Sir Thomas

has to dance alone.

Lady Booby's interest

certainly seems

to have strayed.

Yes.

She is becoming

very absentminded.

I have it

on the highest authority

she often has difficulty

in locating her own bedroom.

But what a handsome woman.

She does bare herself

magnificently.

Yes.

And frequently.

Poor Sir Thomas.

That's what comes

of marrying beneath one.

When one comes

from the gutter,

one always has a taste for it.

- Poor Sir Thomas.

- Poor Sir Thomas.

To think, Joseph,

the Romans bathed here. Mmm.

I'm not neglecting your Latin,

you see.

Of course, when they bathed,

they...

My lady.

Nothing?

Orgies, madam?

La.

Such things as no

Christian could think on.

Why, often poor, unfortunate

esquires would be made to...

May the lord protect us

from such unnatural lusts.

Amen, Joseph.

Amen.

Poor Sir Thomas.

Hardly cold in his grave

and you, so young and fine.

It's hard, Joey.

When a lady takes a

fancy to a gentleman,

the lightest hope

sophisticates.

Tell me... what are your...

what are your

feelings towards me?

You must've propriated

how I feel.

Why, ma'am,

I love you as if...

Oh!

...as if you were my own mother.

You dare insinuate

that I am old enough

to be your mother?

Your own mother?

What I mean, ma'am, is...

that you are a woman

of learning.

Oh, Joseph.

My eyes, whether

I would or not,

declare a... passion

I cannot conquer.

Joseph. Joseph!

What do you think

of Joseph, Slipslop?

I fear he is

trs sauvage.

That he is, my lady.

And wicked, too.

He games and

drinks and swears

and fights eternally,

and as for wenching...

I never heard that of him.

Oh, he even had the prurience

to try and deflower me.

And Betty the chambermaid,

I am convicted,

is by child with him.

Dismiss them both.

But, my lady,

when Betty is gone

he may mend his ways.

Call Joseph.

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