Dr. Feckinham:
And what would you be prepared to die for, Lady Jane?
Jane:
I would die to free our people from the chains of bigotry and superstition.
Dr. Feckinham:
What superstition did you have in mind?
Jane:
Well for example the idea that a piece of bread can become the body of our savior, father.
Dr. Feckinham:
Did he not say at his last supper, take, eat, this is my body?
Jane:
He also said I am the vine, I am the door. Was he a vine, a door?
Dr. Feckinham:
Who has been teaching you to say such things?
Jane:
Don't you think I could have thought of them myself?
Dr. Feckinham:
It is a privilege to talk to anyone whose love of learning shines like yours.
Jane:
It is my only pleasure, Dr. Feckinham.
Dr. Feckinham:
Plato, in Greek! Not easy.
Jane:
Don't you think so?
Guilford:
Go on, ask me.
Jane:
What?
Guilford:
What I want.
Jane:
What do you want?
Guilford:
Oh, I think you know. I want a world where men are not branded or sent into slavery because they can't grow the food they need to eat. Go on.
Jane:
Well,
[smashes goblet]
Jane:
it's done.
Guilford:
God's teeth!
Guilford:
I thought, you see I wondered: Now that we're together, how on earth are we going to spend the days?
Guilford:
On the night I was informed I was to be transformed into---untold bliss---I had attended several taverns, witnessed a bear-baiting and was actually located in the Suffolk stews, sampling the pleasures of a lady of the night.
Guilford:
Tell me, did you see his chest
Jane:
Yes, it was marked.
Guilford:
No it wasn't, it was branded. A mark burnt into him with a red hot iron.
Guilford:
The brain is a brittle organ, Jane. The slightest pressure and it snaps. It's not wrapped up in a little heart.
Jane:
You gave them all that money and they just threw it back at you?
Guilford:
Money? Do you know what's happened to the value of money?
Jane:
No.
[Guilford slides Jane a coin]
Guilford:
What's that?
Jane:
A penny.
Guilford:
No, it isn't. It's a shilling.
Jane:
It can't be, shillings are made of silver.
Guilford:
Should be, used to be. But not now.
Jane:
[reading] The soul takes flight to the world that is eternal... invisible. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.
Guilford:
So then we will.
Jane:
Yes, we will.
Guilford:
We'll fly.
Jane:
We'll fly.
Guilford:
Away, beyond their reach.
Jane:
So far...
Guilford:
Their touch can't tarnish us, and at last, we will be...
Jane:
Nothing...
Guilford:
Nobody...
Jane:
Each other's.
Guilford:
Only this time, forever.
Doctor Feckenham:
The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible. At there arriving, she is assured of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.
Mrs. Ellen:
A proverb says that a wonder lasts nine days then the puppy opens his eyes. So... what happens on the tenth day?
[Lady Anne Wharton bows to holy bread symbolic of God]
Jane:
Who are you bowing to?
Lady Anne:
To our host, my lady, who made us all.
Jane:
Oh, I see! So God made you, and the baker, apparently, made God?