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DARCY: Miss Bennet, I have struggled in vain but I can bear it no longer... The past months have been a torment...

(He pauses, unable to speak.

Lizzie stares at him in

astonishment. He struggles on.)

DARCY: (cont'd) I came to Rosings with the single object

of seeing you...I had to see you

LIZZIE: Me?

DARCY: I've fought against my better judgement, my family's expectation. . .

(pause)

DARCY: (cont'd) The inferiority of your birth. . . My rank and circumstance...

(Stumblingly) All those things..

But I'm willing to put them aside... And ask you to end my agony...

LIZZIE: I don't understand...

DARCY: (with passion)

I love you. Most ardently.

(Lizzie stares at him.)

DARCY: (cont'd) Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.

(A silence. Lizzie struggles with

the most painful confusion of feeling. Finally she recovers.)

LIZZIE: (voice shaking) Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have

been through, and I am very sorry

to have caused you pain.

Believe me, it was unconsciously done.

(A silence.)

DARCY: (stares) Is this your reply?

LIZZIE: Yes, sir.

DARCY: Are you laughing at me?

LIZZIE: No!

DARCY: Are you rejecting me?

LIZZIE: (pause) I'm sure that the

feelings which, as you've told

me, have hindered your regard,

will help you in overcoming it.

(A silence, as this sinks in.

Neither of them move.)

DARCY: Might I ask why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus repulsed?

LIZZIE: (trembling with emotion)

I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgement. If I was uncivil, that was some excuse -

DARCY: Believe me, I didn't mean

LIZZIE: But I have other

reasons, you know I have!

DARCY: What reasons?

LIZZIE: Do you think that anything

might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?

(Silence. Darcy looks as if he's

been struck across the face.)

LIZZIE: (cont'd) Do you deny it, Mr

Darcy? That you've separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the censure of the world for caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?

DARCY: I do not deny it.

LIZZIE: (blurts out)

How could you do it?

DARCY: Because I believed your

sister indifferent to him.

LIZZIE: Indifferent?

DARCY: I watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment

was much deeper than hers.

LIZZIE: That's because she's shy!

DARCY: Bingley too is modest,

and was persuaded that she

didn't feel strongly for him.

LIZZIE: Because you suggested it!

DARCY: I did it for his own good.

LIZZIE: My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me! (pause, takes a breath) I suppose you suspect that his fortune had same bearing on the matter?

DARCY: (Sharply) No! I wouldn't

do your sister the dishonour.

Though it was suggested (stops)

LIZZIE: What was?

DARCY: It was made perfectly

clear that...

An advantageous marriage. . . (stops)

LIZZIE: Did my sister give that impression?

DARCY: No!

(An awkward pause.)

DARCY: (cont'd) There was,

however, I have to admit...

the matter of your family.

LIZZIE: Our want of connection? Mr. Bingley didn't vex himself about that!

DARCY: No, it was more than that.

LIZZIE: How, sir?

DARCY: (pause, very uncomfortable) It pains me to say this, but it was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger sisters - even, on occasion, your father. Forgive me.

(Lizzie blushes. He has hit

home. Darcy paces up and down.)

DARCY: (cont'd) You and your sister - I must exclude from this...

(Darcy stops. He is in turmoil.

Lizzie glares at him, ablaze.)

...... 

DARCY: - by my honesty in admitting

scruples about our relationship.

Could you expect me to rejoice in the

inferiority of your circumstances?

LIZZIE: And those are the words of a gentleman? From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

(Darcy recoils, as if

slapped. A terrible silence.)

DARCY: Forgive me, madam, for

taking up so much of your time.

(He leaves, abruptly.

Lizzie watches him stride