Hamnet

There you go.

There. You were hungry.

That's it.

Repeat.

Good day, sir.

Good day to you.

What brings you to Hewlands?

I'm tutoring the boys here.

The Latin tutor.

I've heard of you.

What brought you into the garden?

Uh...

It's just a question, master tutor.

Yes, I, uh...

I suppose the air was fresh out here, and...

uh, I saw you with your bird.

- It's a hawk. - Ah.

May I?

Don't get too close.

He doesn't know you.

Oh.

Hello, boy.

Ah.

He likes you.

What is your name?

I shan't tell you.

You shall.

I shan't.

- You shall. - I won't.

You'll tell me when we kiss.

What are you doing?

Agnes.

My name is Agnes.

Where are you from?

Have I said something?

- Huh? - No.

- You don't know who I am. - Wait, I wish to see...

You can't see me again.

Oh.

Where have you been?

I was in the field helping Bartholomew.

A newborn lamb is unwell.

Well, I... I went to the field.

I did not see you there.

Well, I was there. Tell her, Bartholomew.

She was there.

Have you seen the new Latin tutor?

The glover's son.

The boys said he just ran out, never returned.

He was supposed to give them lessons

to pay off his father's debts.

I haven't seen him.

Well, should've known better.

Like father, like son.

You know, I do believe you are

the prettiest girls in the parish.

- We are. - One day,

I shall have my wits about me

for all the suitors that will come for you.

Agnes is the eldest. She'll marry first.

She will not if she keeps running off to the forest

like a gypsy.

Where have you been?

We were expecting you hours ago.

- I was... - Well?

I was working.

Sit. Sit.

Your supper's near cold.

- Uh, boys, boys! - Hey. -Stop.

There's enough for all.

How go the lessons at Hewlands?

Those boys are no scholars.

I wonder at the notion of all that learning. - Hmm.

Latin for boys who will be naught but sheep farmers.

- It is the putting on of airs. - No, no, no!

- That will do! - All right, Gilbert.

You heard your mother. There's enough for all.

You speak ill of the boys at Hewlands.

"They're no scholars."

But I tell you something,

they'll ever be more of a man than you are.

They are put to honest work, unlike you.

Useless, trade less, your fancy airs.

All that education,

not an ounce of sense.

I'm tutoring those boys to pay

your debts to that family, am I not?

Your immeasurable amount of debt to that family.

- I'm not... - Stop!

What of the rest of the family at Hewlands? Have you met them?

The mother only.

- Not the eldest daughter? - No.

It is said the girl is the child of a forest witch.

I've seen her, wandering the back roads alone

with a hawk on her arm.

A hawk at Hewlands?

Yes.

They say she takes him to the forest with her unaccompanied.

Yeah, but are you certain, Eliza?

The eldest daughter keeps a hawk, not a servant girl?

Yes. Yeah.

Agnes.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Brought you this.

What is it?

It's, uh...

it's a new glove for your bird.

I have a glove.

Agnes.

Agnes, wait.

I know who you are.

Who am I?

Well, I... I don't know you, but I've heard things...

I'm the daughter of a forest witch?

Yes. People say that, but I-I don't care...

I am my mother's daughter.

I've learnt many things from her.

What are you looking at?

- You. - Why?

I... - I thought you were a man of words, master tutor.

Yes.

Are you not?

Speaking with people is sometimes difficult for me.

Well, tell me a story, then.

- A story? - Yes.

What story would you like?

Something that moves you.

All right.

Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?

Orpheus is a man of music.

He has this exquisite voice.

His playing of the kithara, which is a...

is-is a harp-like lyre,

is so divine,

birds, the...

the beasts, e-even the stones and the trees,

they all moved to the rhythm of his music.

Now, Orpheus falls in love with this beautiful nymph, Eurydice.

Soon after their marriage,

Eurydice's bitten by a viper

and poison courses through her body,

and she's killed.

And Orpheus, filled with grief,

journeys to the underworld to take her back.

He charms this three-headed dog, Cerberus.

He beguiles Hades until finally...

he's allowed to take his love back with him

to the world of the living but...

under one condition.

What is it?

She must follow behind him,

and he must not turn around to look at her.

Now, as they begin their ascent,

Orpheus can't hear her footsteps, so he listens...

and listens and listens and listens.

But all he can hear is the sound of his heartbeat.

And the rest is silence.

And as he approaches the gates of the underworld...

he can't contain himself any longer.

He turns around to look at her, and she is...

trapped in the underworld forever.

Hmm.

That was a good story.

Did you like it?

Remember, mugwort, what you brought to pass,

what you readied at Regenmeld.

You're called Una, the most ancient plant.

You defy three, you defy 30,

you defy venom, you defy air illness,

you defy the horror that stalks the land.

And you, way bread, plant mother,

you're open to the east yet mighty within.

Carts creeped over you, women rode over you.

You withstood it all, and you pushed back.

Is it true that you know everything about a person

by touching them here?

Not everything.

When you touched me here, what did you see?

I saw a landscape.

- You saw a landscape? - Mm-hmm.

Spaces, caves, cliff tops,

tunnels and oceans,

this deep, dark, black void,

undiscovered countries.

She speaks...

She speaks, she speaks.

But, soft,

what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

And kill...

the envious moon.

Hello.

Hello.

I wish to be handfasted to you.

No, I... I must be handfasted to you.

No one else will do.

I-I will speak with your stepmother and your brother,

and of course they will not agree, but...

I don't care because I have no talent for waiting.