Coach: This is Queen’s Crawley.

Becky: I knew it once.

Man: Yes?

Becky: What’s happening?

Man: The funeral of Sir Pitt Crawley, now what can I do for you?

Becky: Sir Pitt is dead?

Man: Sir Pitt is dead, yes.

Becky: Who is that young man?

Man: That’s the young Sir Rawdon Crawley.

Rawdy: Thomas, what’s the matter?

Man: This, person is asking questions, sir.

Rawdy: Can I help you?

Becky: I’m not sure you’ll want to really know who I am.

Rawdy: I know who you are. Why have you come?

Becky: To see my son.
I never stopped loving you, Rawdy. I’ve loved you every day of my life. Please believe that. If I could change things then I would – but I can’t. You may turn me away if you wish, I shall not blame you.

Rawdy: She’s here to claim me as her own.

Woman: You are her own.

Rawdy: I bear you know her well*, Madam, but it’s too late to play the mother now.

[Possibly "I bear you no ill will"]

Becky: Rawdy!
Go.
Woman: Becky, come here.
Rawdy wants me to address the mourners. I told him it’s quite important and he insists, he says no-one else should speak for Pitt.

Becky: Rawdy’s right – you loved Pitt. You should speak.

Woman: Then will you lend me your strength? You always had so much of it.

Rawdy: Friends, I’ve asked the Lady Jane to say some words. I hope (?) to your indulgence.

Woman: I have buried my little boy, and today his father has joined him in the ground. I have mourned and wept until grief looked overwhelming. It would have, had not my other son come to my salvation. For I have another son - shared, but no less dear for that. And because of him, God whispered to me as I lay in the darkest pit of sorrow, that if there was still love in my heart, then I would find strength again for love. And so it proved if for love, tears and sadness must retreat; if for love the sternest enemy must yield; if for love all the world’s trickeries must pale, for love has more power than greed, or vice, or envy. Love is vanity’s conqueror.

Becky: Yes, love is vanity’s conqueror.