Jane Eyre

Within a year of their marriage, and a bare few weeks of my birth, my father caught the typhus fever while visiting among the poor.

Jane's Father What kind of woman will she be? The world is dark and cold Will she have our faith? Will she put her trust in her God? When we are blind to the earth she walks upon Will life be kind When we are not here to protect her?

Jane's Mother I pray that she'll be strong And find her way along So we must put our trust in God Now and forever more We'll be watching from heaven Jane, be strong

And should you like to be falling into that pit and to be swimming there forever?

Mrs. Reed Keep her 'til You've shattered her stubborn will For I've done the best I could More than another woman would

Mr. Brocklehurst And we'll cleanse her so clean You'll think she's St. Augustine God hears her plea But He leaves her soul to me

Miss Temple found me the next morning, laid in Helen's little crib, my face against Helen's shoulder, my arm round her neck. I was asleep, and Helen was dead.

Ensemble Hosanna! Hosanna! Marriage is glorious Hosanna!

Blanche Ingram I will explain how With but one vow Now you must allow That all your worldy goods To me you will endow Ah!

The five daughters of Mrs. Dionysius O'Gall. They need a governess at Bitternut Lodge, in Connaught, Ireland.

...then I should think I would make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you. I love Thornfield and I grieve to leave it, for here I have talked, face to face, with what I reverence, what I delight in-with a vigourous and expanded mine- but I see the necissity of departure and it is like looking on the necessity of death.

I would not...I could not marry Blance Ingram, because my equal is here, and my likeness.

Not wear them? And who are you to say you will not wear jewels given to you by Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester?

Marriage? St. John, we are not formed for love, how can you talk to me of marriage? I am ready to go with you to India, but I must go free.

I did. If anyone was listening, they would have thought me mad...I called out with such frantic energy.

Yes, but what followed is the strangest point. Where the voice came from, I cannot tell, but I know whose voice it was...And the voice replied...

So, gentle audience, I am now married to Mr. Rochester. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am, ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh.

Mr. Rochester continued blind the first two years of our marriage, then, slowly, the sight in one eye began to return to him. And when our firstborn was placed into his arms, he coul see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were-large, brilliant and black. On this occasion, we acknowledged with full hearts, that God had tempered judgement with mercy.