COUNT FOSCO
Miss Halcombe
It is behatch
I'm so terribly sorry
There is no easy way to say this
Your sister
She is dead
She was walking in her sleep
MARIAN
What are you saying! (sobbing)
COUNT FOSCO
She had sent her maid away
As is her custom I understand
She walked to her window
And she fell from a great height you see
It's a tragic accident
I am so deeply sorry
I am leaving for London today
If you need anything
Anything at all
This is where you'll find me
PRIEST (At the graveyard)
I am the life and the resurrection
Said The Lord
Who so ever liveth and believeth in me
Shall never die
SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE
How can the good Lord take my love away
Far too young
Far too good
I have to face forever
All without my love
There's no describing my sadness
She was the light of my life
And life is so unfair
Such a cross to bear
Still there's the will to contend with
All kinds of papers to sign
I can't believe she's gone
Yet we must go on
LAURA's UNCLE
How can you talk of business!
Good God it's much too soon!
SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE
Of course we'll wait a bit
That's appropriate
LAURA'S UNCLE
I'm much too overcome now
My nerves are simply flayed
Why don't you come to me
In June
SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE
Marian
I hope you still think of me as your brother
MARIAN
I don't believe a word
Everything he utters is a lie
I was powerless
Just a woman!
Too weak to save you!
I have no doubt he murdered you!
Laura!
You were all I had
I can't believe your gone
Where is Walter
He's the only one
You and I can count upon
All for Laura
I will be strong
I will live to right
This wrong
(On the Streets of London. Walter Hartright passes by a man begging on the streets)
BEGGAR
Spare me a penny
Sir
HARTRIGHT
This is my last one
BEGGAR
Then I won't deprive you
HARTRIGHT
Please take it
It's yours
WHORE
(offering hartright liquor)
It takes some comfort
It'll help you forget sir
HARTRIGHT
My thoughts and my memories are all I have left now
