That Hamilton Woman Page #5

- Her cold is troublesome. Her throat is sore.

- Has it gone out of her nose?

-No.

The best way to cure a sore throat

is to wrap a woollen sock at night, going to bed.

- Oh?

- Good morning. Good morning, Contessa.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

- Is Emma still asleep?

- She is asleep.

In my village, a husband just turns round in bed

and looks for himseIf to know.

Yes, and the Queen of Naples does not wear

woollen socks to pin around her throat.

If the Queen of Naples wore a hefty pair of

woollen socks, she wouldn't have a sore throat.

(Explosion outside)

(Explosion)

- What's happened?

- I don't know.

(Explosion)

Maybe the smoking mountain went off again.

Let's see. Come along.

(Explosions continue)

(Explosion)

How wonderful! A battleship.

You should see the Queen about this.

Salutes at this hour of the morning.

Why shouldn't they blow their cannons off?

That's what they've got them for.

Boom!

- Boom!

- Good morning, my dear.

Boom! Good morning, William.

Here, give it to me.

? Rule Britannia

Let me look, my dear.

There's a small boat coming ashore.

They will probably need me.

Excuse me, my dear.

- The mail is just in, Emma.

- I'll attend to it later.

Here's a nice fat one from London.

Oh.

(Reads) Her Excellency, Emma Lady Hamilton,

British Embassy, Naples.

Charles Greville, London.

Open it, child, open it.

I think not. Send it back

and write on it, ''Unopened. Return to sender''.

Poor Charles. He's exactly three years too late.

And as far as I'm concerned,

he simply doesn't exist.

Are you happy, my child?

Happy?

Three years ago, my only idea of happiness

was to be married to Charles Greville.

After that, I wanted revenge.

Well, I got that in a way, too.

Then I wanted to be presented at court.

And even that impossible wish was granted

to me.

I've got everything.

Everything a woman of the world

could possibly wish for.

So why shouldn't I be happy?

Of course, I'm happy, Mother.

Well, Emma, what's good enough for you

is good enough for me.

And being mother to Her Ladyship

is not to be sneezed at either.

(Laughs)

- You silly old thing.

You're lovely, Emma.

You're so beautiful, Emma.

And what about you? Look at you with

your little cap and your silver buttons.

And your beautiful skirt.

You're the beautiful one.

Your Ladyship,

could you spare me a moment, please?

Yes, Gavin. I'm in a great hurry.

It's about the dinner invitations for Sunday night.

Then, of course, His Eminence the Archbishop,

the Duchess of Argyle,

and if there's no performance

the Prima Donna of the San Carlo.

- And the two ladies - which is deaf?

- The Contessa Giovanni.

We put her on Sir William's right.

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