Tom Jones:
[Mr. Allworthy's recovery means Mr. Thwackum and others will not be receiving their expected inheritance. Apropos of this, Tom drunkenly taunts Mr. Thwackum with a song]
Sing, thick Thwackum, your bounty's flown.
Thwackum:
[Indignant]
You have good reason for your drunkenness, you beggarly bastard. He provided well enough for you.
Tom Jones:
Do you think any such consideration could weigh with me? Damn you, Thwackum!
Thwackum:
How dare you, sir!
Tom Jones:
And damn me if I don't open another bottle.
[Tom laughs mockingly at Mr. Thwackum]
Tom Jones:
I shall sing you a ballad which I have entitled "Sing, Thick Thwackum, Thy Bounty has Flown."
Tom Jones:
[Drunkenly proceeds to taunt Mr. Thwackum with a mocking song]
Sing, Thick Thwackum, thy bounty has flown. You lost all the money you thought that you'd own.
Blifil:
[Angrily]
Mr. Jones! This house is in mourning on account of the death of my dear mother.
Tom Jones:
Forgive me! The joy of Mr. Allworthy's recovery...
Blifil:
[Cutting him off]
I had the misfortune to know who my parents were. Consequently, I'm grieved by their loss.
Tom Jones:
You rascal! You dare to insult me?
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