Wickham Anthem

Ursula

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Part 1 ~Meryton

Posted on Sunday, 14 January 2001, at 2 : 53 p.m.

Where Mr Wickham introduces himself to us, while again failing miserably in the search for his ticket to the world of leisure - one bride with a substantial dowry.

I am going to show Meryton my charm,
If possible making much harm.
Innocent hearts can be swell,
If they are also rich, all will be well.

Once one escaped me, curse on that man,
Why is he always destroying my plan?
I'll get another 'big dowry' to marry,
Perhaps even in this town of one poor alley?

Which lady could defy my heart's command?
I've used it before, none refused my hand.
I am determined to set my life on the riches,
And live according to my most humble wishes!

I see promissing flowers across the street,
Come on Denny, give me a meet!
Closer I went and my appetite arose,
The bright-eyed for sure, she's a prime rose!

They are the Bennet girls, I've heard of these girls!
The eldest is blonde with angel-like curls,
The second is interesting, the third a plain face,
And the last, oh, she has a most seductive pace!

My, you two ladies, great promises you keep,
Will I be lucky to see both of you deep?
Argh, their cousin here, a man of disgust,
Did he just look at HER with lust???

Oh curse, is it him?
Why here must I meet this bothersome whim?
Surely nobody noticed, I was so cold,
how strange of acquaintance we hereby hold?

Ha, you will believe my every utter,
Because I see that Fitz you can't suffer!
Well, good girl, now let me try,
To see that your hate does not go by...

Yes, you do believe my every word,
Not knowing the secrets it does really hold!
Am I good or not,
Hurting dear Darcy with every little plot?

Blast, I cannot go to the ball,
A person there would not be kind to me at all!
Lizzy, dear, just wait and see,
I shall use the time better for me!

I should attract a maiden with money to give,
Must secure my happiness with one naive'.
Miss King, yes, she does fit,
Lizzy, bye bye, you moneyless wit!

Miss King would really do very well,
If she didn't have an uncle aswell.
My plans are ruined but again,
Now off to Brighton to search another gain!

Part 2 ~ Brighton

Posted on Wednesday, 17 January 2001, at 7 : 13 a.m.

In this popular town, where the good English citizens come to divert themselves, Mr Wickham does the same - realising his mistake only when it is already a bit late.

I believe I saw that Bennet girl at the ball,
It would be hard to miss such a doll.
I heard she was allowed to come with Mrs Forster,
Mr Bennet had then decided to trust her.

All fathers should be aware,
That in army nobody takes much care.
Every lady likes red-coated men,
Alas, and is even encouraged by her mother hen!

I do like this Brighton town,
There are many ways to have fun,
But my debts, I believe I must flee,
Lydia could come with me, I think she'd agree.

She really is a sweet little doll,
Although should keep her mouth under control!
Everything is laughter and a jolly joke,
If I asked she would easily elope!

I guess Brighton does not dwell my future bride,
Here, higher society decided to hide.
Let's have some fun if nothing else,
To Lydia surely there would be no offence.

'Elopement in the middle of the night'
She said and almost gave me a fright!
Dolly, you could not be thinking at all,
That we will get married till night's fall!?!

Women, they are all so romatic,
Such silliness makes me frantic.
Well I am glad she changed her mind.
Marriage will come later on, do you understand?

Is it really this bumping carriage ride in the dark,
That causes her eyes so to spark?
She's so delighted about all of this,
Talking and saying how she likes things amiss.

Dearest, shut up at least for an instant,
How can her rambling be this persistant?
Oh, my head hurts like hell,
Why on earth did I do this, pray tell!?

There is a long way still to be had
London was never so far, I grant you that!
I only hope Mrs Younge is still dwelling
In the house of which she always kept telling.

We cannot stay in her house,
Our presence unwanted suspicions could arouse.
I could ask her to lend me some money,
'I will give it back,' I'll promise that honey!

I left her when Darcy discovered us,
It was Mrs Luck which deserted me thus.
Now I am doing a mistake again,
Typicall George, not thinking at all with your brain!

Part 3 ~ London, the slums

Posted on Saturday, 3 February 2001, at 6 : 27 a.m.

Mr Wickham realises that besides money he needs to hide and what place would be better than a cheap inn somewhere in London, where nobody could ever find them - or so he thinks.

Reluctantly Mrs Younge did give me some,
Although her money will not last till the end of week one!
We shall conceal ourselves in a dirty, small vacancy room,
In such situation even Lydia won't swoon.

But it cannot be altered, sorry to say
Darling, much to my dismay.
You wanted to come, there was no force,
Now I should find us another suitable money source!

I must think of my following action,
Searching for you was surely your parents' reaction.
And, no, for the hundredth time, Lydia, no!!!
We cannot go anywhere, blast woman, let it go.

Explain to you this mess we are in now?
You would not understand it anyhow!
We have no money left, you are most unfortunately not rich...
There are surely some methods left, but which?

I could try and go gambling,
And, ha, even escape Lydia's rambling?
Or should I rather contact some friends and ask,
To lend me some funds, returning it being my prime task?

Whom can I turn to?
No one will help poor escaping two.
Mrs Younge is now out of the question,
She already did enough, Ramsgate brought some tension.

Who is there, Lydia? Don't be like this!
She's laughing but something must be amiss.
What did you say???
MR DARCY, is he again in my way?

Of all people, it cannot be the truth,
Lydia, you're loosing sight in early youth!
Mr All-Mighty would never come in these parts,
Lowering himself to the poorest on this city's charts.

He would ruin his expensive coat and shoes,
Endangering his dashing looks, graceful moves!
Graceful indeed, the man is a haughty bastard,
Hiding his true self behind his life standard!

How I hate him,
The wretched squire's son, he's nothing but a whim!
Since our childhood until today,
He got the better of life, but he's worthless, I must say.

How on earth did he find me?
Besides Mrs Younge nobody knew where we'll be.
Oh, I understand! The woman herself, she spoke.
Ha, with his money her 'loyalty' easily broke!

I can hear his firm steps on the floor,
God, what do I do when he comes trough that door?
He cannot beat me here, of that I am certain,
He'll find some cruelty though, could I hide behind a curtain?

Part 4 ~ London, The inn

Posted on Tuesday, 20 March 2001, at 2 : 19 p.m.

Here Mr Wickham has to go trough the second closer - for known reasons exceedingly unplesant - encounter with Mr Darcy, which leads him to a choice he never believed to make.

Not to be archived, please: Darcy located the couple and well - watch it Wickie, Darcy's here and he's angry!!!

Darcy, what brought you in these parts of town?
I could swear you got lost by your frown...
We meet again then, hello!
As always, it's a pleasure I could easily forego.

A-a...Don't touch me...just stay right there.
Were you not taught how to behave?
How could I leave my knife behind,
Instead of caution, Lydia was on my mind.

What do you want anyway?
Is Lydia's reputation an important thing, pray?
She is far beneath you; I know you, for Christ's sake!
You would not easily set the Darcy's name at stake.

Unless there's something else behind this all...
But the Bennets were not your favourites as I recall.
Alas, that Bingley chap liked the blonde doll,
And have you not danced with Elizabeth at the ball?

Is this then a gesture of honour, well suited for gentlemen?
Or are you in for her eyes and all that splendour in them?
She never will like you, that I can tell,
I played my part of a betrayed man too well!

How politely you sent Lydia out of the room,
Like if she was a lady, this girl in her bloom.
Do not look at me like that,
Speak man, what is on your mind, just spat!

You are not serious Fitzy!
I am not marrying this silly missy.
I've had enough of her in this one week,
A mere thought of a lifetime makes me all weak!

You cannot force me, leave me be,
As there is nothing you could hold against me.
She is too young, silly and likes to brag,
Her father is poor and her mother a hag!

My debts, you say?
I've had them since you deprived me of my pay.
Oh, how I laughed at Elizabeth,
She believed me so easily while holding her breath!

Damn, he looks dangerous,
Brother man, you will refrain from anything murderous?
You want me to marry and disappear?
Just see to my money and I'll go, never fear.

Can I resist you at all,
Or you really are planning my final fall?
I see there is no choice,
And that a fatal decision I'll have to voice!

I shall marry Lydia, if it must be,
She will be happy, what about me?
I presume it does not matter anymore,
My game is over, yours is the final score!