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I possess a rare fondness
for... Henry Purcell.
As do I.
Oh?
Um...
Yes.
"Dido's Lament."
May my wrongs create
Create
No sorrow...
- Trouble.
- Trou...
No trouble
In thy breast... thy breast...
- Thy breast.
In thy brea... breast
Remember me
Remember me
But...
- Ah! Forget my fate.
- Ah!
Forget my fate
Remember me
But ah!
Forget my fa...
My fate
A song of lost love.
Indeed.
I thank you.
Thank you, Mr Turner.
Madam.
Shh-sh-sh!
- Mr Turner?
- Hm?
I have often pondered,
might there be a distinction
between the way you paint a sunrise
as opposed to a sunset?
- Oh, there is indeed, Lady Stuckley.
- Ah.
Yeah, cos one is going up
whilst the other...
- Oh, Eliza, do hush.
And might it also be determined
by the angle of the light?
Well, it's weather,
vapour,
wind,
frangibility and such like.
- Eliza, look at his nails!
- Shh.
Whilst you goddesses are languishing
in the kingdom of Hypnos,
I am up before the lark to witness Helios
popping his head above the parapet,
with the only benefit
that the sunrise is not afflicted...
...with diminishing light.
- Carew.
- Oh!
Turner!
I'm by way of observing
The artist is not known to me.
- Flemish.
- Oh.
Uncommonly capacious rump
on the cherub.
It might have gained in potency
with an increase of arrows.
Well, yon celestial fellow
is tugging them all out.
I can hardly bear to look upon it.
Ah, the pain on his face,
the mark of resignation in it.
'Tis a willing sacrifice, is it not?
'Twas not how the poor soul perished.
He was brought back to full health
by a good Samaritan.
Then the heathens cudgelled him to death
and deposited him in a sewer.
I would question
the veracity of that telling.
No good deed goes unpunished.
What a curious fate is mine.
Last month in the King's Bench Prison
in the company of debtors,
this month a guest
of quality, rank and fashion.
Rejoice, Haydon. You find yourself
in a veritable Bacchanalia.
His Lordship keeps
a very fine wine cellar.
Be sanguine, fill your boots.
Might I ask you
to loan me some money, Turner?
I beg your pardon?
I am in dire and pressing need
of 100 pounds.
Out of the question.
My landlord,
he's a good man, a patient man,
but he will not wait forever.
I need to pay the wine merchant,
my colour man...
And your dear wife, Mrs Haydon,
is she faring well?
Mrs Haydon is presently with child.
Well, you have my hearty congratulations,
Haydon.
Congratulations are not in order.
I'm in torment.
I am not unsympathetic
to your impecunity, Haydon.
Therefore I can advance you 50 pounds.
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