Lady Jane

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,

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:
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.

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?

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?