Joseph Andrews Page #3

I will examine him myself.

What? Here?

Here?

Do you think I would see

a libertine

alone in my bedroom?

Jamais dans ma vie!

I am told that half

the females in this house

live in fear

for their virginity,

and the other half

are carrying your children.

Your ladyship is under

a misapprehension.

I have never offered

more than a kissing.

Kissing?

You call that no crime?

Kissing, Joseph,

is as a prologue to a play.

What would you think, Joseph,

if I admitted you

to kiss me?

Uh...

I would rather die,

madam,

than to have

any such thought.

And yet, Joseph,

ladies have admitted their

footmen to such familiarities.

Madam, if they were offered,

I hope I should have

enough virtue

to be able to control myself.

A footman have virtue!

I am sorry if I have

offended your ladyship...

Get out!

Joseph...

have you ever been in love?

Love, my lady?

Oh, I am sure you are

no stranger to that passion.

What lady has tempted you?

Ladies?

Why, I'm sure I never had

the impudence

to think of any such.

Raise my veil, Joseph.

What am I doing?

Here I am naked.

Toute seule.

Why, if you attacked me,

however would I protect myself?

Madam, I have no evil designs.

No?

I assure you.

Hmm, you misunderstand me.

Are you not a man?

And without vanity?

I am not without mes charmes.

Plump my pillows, Joseph.

Do I not move you, Joseph?

In any parts?

I do not understand

you, madam.

Then you're either a fool

or pretending to be.

Va-t-en!

Beg your pardon?

Get out of my sight!

Joseph Andrews is dismissed.

Get off your robe.

You're breaking my heart, Joey.

I don't know how I'll carry on.

Where are you going?

What's the news from Bath?

Joseph's been dismissed.

Been dismissed?

Yes.

Stand and deliver.

There's but seven shillings.

And four pence.

He'll have more.

Strip.

Or I'll blow your brains

to the devil.

No, stop it!

Wait! Whoa, whoa!

What is the delay?

I have court

within an hour.

There's a man here...

naked as he was ever born.

A naked man.

Coachman, drive on.

Leave him.

Wait. Is he dead?

No, but he's sort a hurt.

Probably robbed.

Robbed?

There must be highwaymen about.

Let him be!

A moment.

He shall not come

into this coach.

I'd rather stay in these parts

for all eternity

than drive in a coach with...

a naked man.

Good sir, give me some covering.

I would not offend the lady.

I'll not have my coat bloodied.

I'll ride in my shirt then.

I'll not suffer a Christian

to stay naked. Here.

All right.

Next time, you'll pay.

Would you run

for the doctor?

Hey!

What's all this, then?

Mr. Tow-Wouse...

Poor boy-- he's near to death.

I was just going to take him...

to rest in the attic.

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