That Hamilton Woman

? Mon ami Pierrot

? Prte-moi ta plume

? Pour crire un mot

? Ma chandelle est morte

? Je n'ai plus de feu

? Ouvre-moi ta porte

? Pour l'amour de Dieu

? Ma chandelle est morte

? Je n'ai plus de feu

? Ouvre-moi ta porte

? Pour l'amour de Dieu

? Au jardin de mon pre

les lauriers sont fleuris

? Au jardin de mon pre

les lauriers sont fleuris

- Bonsoir, monsieur.

- Bonsoir, madame.

Combien cote le cidre l-bas?

- a, cidre?

- Oui, oui.

- Cinq francs.

- Oh, c'est trop cher. Bonsoir, monsieur.

Bonsoir, madame.

? Auprs de ma blonde

? Qu'il fait bon fait bon fait bon

? Auprs de ma blonde

Enfin, ma belle.

Let go of me! How dare you, you brutes!

Let go of me.

You didn't get away this time, huh?

- She's English.

- What's she doing here?

- Stealing.

- It's a lie! Keep your dirty hands off me!

How dare you touch me!

I can buy thousands of bottles of your filthy wine.

I'll show you who I am.

Ah, I didn't recognise you. Forgive me, my lady.

My lady is right, you pig.

Qu'est-ce que vous...

(Screams)

Here, dearie, it'll do you good.

Thank you, dear.

You've all been very kind.

I didn't mean to get you into trouble.

No trouble at all.

I always wanted to kick that swine in the pants,

anyhow. I'm glad I done it.

I'm English, too.

My name's Smith - Mary Smith.

What's yours, dearie?

- Emma.

- Emma.

I knew a girl whose name was Emma.

Emily Burrows.

What's yours?

My name?

My name is Emma Lady Hamilton.

Oh...

That's one on me.

It serves me right. I shouldn't be so nosy.

Well, darlin',

if you don't want to tell me your name,

I'd be the last one to poke my nose

in anybody's secrets.

I remember my mother telling me Lady Hamilton

was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Have you got a mirror?

Yes.

Better you didn't, dearie.

Oh, well.

I know it.

I know that face.

For ten years it has looked back at me

from different mirrors.

It must be me.

But I always wait for the miracle,

that one time, just once more,

when it will be another face

that looks at me again.

A face I knew before.

But that face must be dead.

Go on, tell us all about it.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

True or not.

I don't know it myself.

It's so long ago, I don't know it anymore.

My life really began when I was 18

I was beautiful then

Coach from London!

One day I arrived in Naples

At the palace of His Excellency

the British Ambassador

How's London, Gavin?

- How's my nephew? Did he send everything?

- It's all here, Your Excellency.

Give me a hand with this chisel!

- Mr Greville sends his regards.

- Don't bother me about Mr Greville now!

- Give me a hammer and chisel.

- It's most important, sir.

Exquisite.

Come and look at this.

- Enchanting. Whose work is it?

- George Romney.

If he could paint reality, he would be a master.

Isn't that reality?

The ideal an artist dreams of.

No woman ever lived with such colouring,

such god-like simplicity.

I thought so too till I met her.

You've met her?

In London, last year. And if you're patient,

you may see her in Naples one day.

- Your Excellency.

- Oh, not now, Gavin. I'll see you presently.

But I must tell you.

Very well, if you must, but tell me quickly.

Mum? Mum? Look, it's lovely.

It's a real palace.

Oh, I do hope Sir William will like us.

Don't worry, darling. Of course he'll like you.

I'll do all the talking. Charlie told me exactly what

to answer to everything.

Why on earth didn't you tell me?

Where are they?

Sshh. Here he comes.

You must forgive me. It's disgraceful.

I'd no idea you'd come.

- How do you do, Miss er...

- Emma Hart, if it pleases Your Excellency.

- How could I forget?

- This is my mother, Your Excellency.

Welcome to Naples, madam.

This is my friend the French Ambassador.

Did you stay in Rome?

Yes, Your Excellency

and thought it very beautiful.

We saw the Colosseum by moonlight

and were deeply impressed by the Vatican.

We just missed the Pope by ten minutes.

That was a great pity, madam.

Did you come through Pisa?

Did you see the famous leaning tower?

Yes, Your Excellency,

and we thought it very beautiful.

We thought the leaning tower of Pisa

one of the most remarkable

and lovely phenomena in the whole of Europe.

A chimney went like that in Liverpool last year

at the soap works.

It leant right over the gin warehouse and

the Bishop said it was the finger of God.

Charles - Mr Greville - sent you

many kind wishes, Your Excellency.

And he hopes I will prove worthy

of your kindness

and speak good French and Italian when

he comes to take me home in October.

He is coming the first week in October.

And er... he sent his uncle... a kiss.

Well, that's the first present I've ever received

from Charles Greville.

I feel sure you must be tired after your journey,

madam.

Francis, show the ladies their rooms.

Au revoir, madam. Au revoir, Miss Hart.

- Who is she?

- Charles Greville found her.

Where can you find things like that?

Charles happened to find her

at Featherstone Castle - Sir Harry's place.

- Oh, she's a relation of Sir Harry?

- You might call her that.

She lived there for a whole hunting season

and a very gay hunting season it was, I'm told.

Oh. And where did Sir Harry find her?

Well, you remember Dr Graham's Temple of Hell

and the famous dance of the seven veils?

- She's a dancer?

- You might call her that.

She was quite a success.

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