Joseph Andrews
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- 1977
- 99 min
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To poverty and hardship,
this young man, he was born
His kind and loving parents
Could scarcely feed their young
The times were hard and bitter
There was no work to do
Until at length in service
to go
He was such a gentle boy
Such a pure and gentle boy
That no one
could his company deny
He was such a gentle boy
Such a pure and gentle boy
That no one
could his company deny
All the wild beasts of the pack
would follow in his track
But he had no heart
to whip them
Or to drive
the poor hounds back
The savage was made gentle, the
cruel was turned kind
And all by the virtue
He was such a gentle boy
Such a pure and gentle boy
That no one
could his company deny
He was such a gentle boy
Such a pure and gentle boy
That no one
could his company deny
As a pageboy he was called
In a suit of finest clothing,
he was set to beck and call
To serve the best of wine
And to wait upon this lady,
so elegant and so fine
With an angel's voice, indeed,
And raise his sound
in melody on high
He was such a gentle boy
Such a pure and gentle boy
That no one could
his company deny
He was such a gentle boy
Such a pure and gentle boy
That no one could
his company deny.
When are we going to visit
the city again, Thomas?
La grande ville.
I declare, these country
pleasures are
as coarse as a fart
at a first communion.
Oh, rise up, Miss Fanny,
all in your cloak of silk
For summer is a'coming today
And all your body underneath as
white as any milk
Where are the young men
who now should advance?
For summer is a'coming today
Oh, some, they are in England,
and some, they are in France
Oh, rise up, Miss Fanny
All in your cloak of silk
For summer is a'coming today
And all your body underneath
as white as any milk
Whoa!
Whoo!
Just an excuse for debauchery.
Sans doute, Madame.
And probably some naughty
goings-on, as well.
Tell George
to take us home, Slipslop.
Dgoutant.
Convey us
chez nous, George.
Go to work, you two.
There's supper to be served.
Get that rubbish.
She's just a little
kitchen creature,
you know, Joey.
She don't know nothing about
etiquette.
You help me, Joey.
Forks on the left.
Oh.
What's he practicing for now?
You,
go and tell him to stop at once.
Yes, Sir Thomas.
When are
we leaving here?
if it's not soon.
We leave at dawn tomorrow.
Music hath charms
to tell you that you must...
Sir Thomas and Lady Booby,
I hear, are bound for Bath
and are intending
to take you with them.
Yes, but, you must
stop because...
Sir Thomas is
getting very upset,
because you're...
you're spoiling his dinner.
Spoil...
Your Latin will suffer
if you go to Bath.
Yes.
But it will be
a great opportunity,
Lady Booby says,
to see the world.
Joseph,
if a man were
to sail the world
of it,
as ignorant as he departed...
without learning.
Unless, of course,
his interest lay in harbors.
That would add to his knowledge.
But I would like to see
the... riches of the world, sir.
Just once.
I'd hoped that your reading
had profited you more.
You disappoint me.
Joseph? Joseph?
Psst!
to Bath tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
But how...?
I'm afraid of what might happen
to you in the city.
Fanny, I...
I'll surely die if you leave me.
Don't worry, my love.
I'll talk to Parson Adams.
He'll arrange something.
My lady...
My lady, I...
I have a request to make of you.
On the cadge again, no doubt.
No more bell practice, j'espre.
Practice makes perfect,
my lady.
Practice makes
Oh, I...
I had no intention,
Sir Thomas, of, uh...
Oh, my pudding!
Oh, my foot!
Get him out of here!
Oh!
Oh, get him out of here...
before I murder you!
Get out!
Ah! Mrs. Slipslop.
Mrs. Slipslop, may I have
a moment with you?
Please proceed.
with a man of learning.
Mrs. Slipslop, I seek
your intercession.
My intercession, Parson, I...?
But I, I know I had it...
I just can't remember
where I put it.
On behalf
of our Joseph.
He could be much more than
a mere footman, you know.
I'm quite in record.
But he must work at his studies.
I want you to ask her ladyship
to leave him here
in the country.
His Latin will suffer
if he goes to town.
Latin? His Latin? Huh?
Latin is as much good
to a footman
as a kerchief is to a pig.
Oh, I know you must learn it
because you cannot preach
without it.
But I've heard tell
it's fit for no one else.
No, Mr. Adams,
you take care of his soul,
and Lady Booby and me
will take care of his...
we'll take care of his...
his... whereabouts.
I have to go, my love.
Her ladyship will brook
no argument.
You'll forget me.
Never.
You'll be in my every
waking thought...
and dream.
You'll never come back.
I will come back.
I love you forever.
My own true love.
Hey, what's up?!
The only thing that moves
in this street
are the horses bowels!
Out of the way!
Out of the way!
Joseph!
My lady?
Ask how we can get out of here.
Yes, my lady.
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.
company of her footman.
They are rather close.
her, by all accounts.
If he were her page,
I daresay
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
When one comes
from the gutter,
one always has a taste for it.
- Poor Sir Thomas.
- Poor Sir Thomas.
To think, Joseph,
I'm not neglecting your Latin,
you see.
Of course, when they bathed,
they...
My lady.
Nothing?
Orgies, madam?
La.
Such things as no
Why, often poor, unfortunate
esquires would be made to...
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