Dear Miss Elizabeth,
My attentions have been
too marked to be mistaken.
Almost as soon
as I entered the house,
I singled you out
as the companion of my future life.
But before I am run away
with my feelings,
perhaps I may state
my reasons for marrying.
Firstly, that it is
the duty of a clergyman
to set the example
of matrimony in his parish.
Secondly, I am convinced
it will add greatly to my happiness.
And thirdly,
that it is at the urging
of my esteemed patroness,
Lady Catherine, that I select a wife.
My object in coming to Longbourn
was to choose such a one
from among Mr Bennet's daughters,
for I am to inherit the estate
and such an alliance will surely...
...suit everyone.
And now nothing remains but for me to assure you in the most animated language
- of the violence of my affections.
- Mr Collins!
And no reproach
on the subject of fortune - will cross my lips once we're married.
- You forget I have given no answer.
Lady Catherine will
thoroughly approve when I speak to her
of your modesty, economy and other amiable qualities.
Sir, I am honoured by your proposal,
but I regret that I must decline it.
I know ladies
don't seek to seem too eager...
Mr Collins, I am perfectly serious.
You could not make me happy.
And I'm the last woman
in the world who could make you happy.
I flatter myself that your refusal
is merely a natural delicacy.
Besides, despite manifold attractions,
it is by no means certain another offer
of marriage will ever be made to you.
I must conclude that you simply seek
to increase my love by suspense,
according to the usual practice
of elegant females.
I am not the sort of female
to torment a respectable man.
Please understand me,
I cannot accept you.
Headstrong, foolish child.
Don't worry, Mr Collins. We'll have this little hiccup dealt with immediately.
Lizzie. Lizzie!
Mr Bennet, we're all in an uproar!
You must come
and make Lizzie marry Mr Collins.
Mr Collins has proposed to Lizzie,
but she vowed she will not have him, and now the danger is
Mr Collins may not have Lizzie.
- What am I to do?
- Well, come and talk to her.
Now!
- Tell her you insist they marry.
- Papa, please.
You will have this house
and save your sisters from destitution.
- I can't marry him.
- Go and say you've changed your mind.
- Think of your family.
- You cannot make me.
Mr Bennet, say something.
Your mother insists
upon you marrying Mr Collins.
Yes, or I shall never see her again.
From this day onward, you must be
a stranger to one of your parents.
Who will maintain you
when your father is dead?
Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr Collins,
and I will never see you again
if you do.
Thank you, Papa.
Ungrateful child!
I shall never speak to you again.
Not that I take
much pleasure in talking.
People who suffer as I do
from nervous complaints
can have no pleasure
in talking to anybody.。