And so it begins...it seems so LONG
Yes, this is this same picture as above, what of it?
13Convict (to Pip): Hold your noise! Keep still, you little devil, or I’ll cut your throat!
14Pip: O! Don’t cut my throat, sir! Pray don’t do it, sir!
Convict: Tell us your name! Quick!
Pip: Pip, sir.
Convict: Show us where you live. Pint out the place!
Pip points to his house, a mile or so from the church
Convict: You, young dog, what fat check you ha’ got. Darn me if I couldn’t eat ‘em and I han’t half a mind to’t! 15Now then, lookee here! Where’s your mother?
Pip points to grave
Pip: There, sir!
Convict makes short run
Pip: There, sir! Also Georgiana. That’s my mother.
Convict: Oh! And is that your father alonger your mother?
Pip: Yes, sir. Him too; late of this parish.
Convict: Ha! Who d'ye live with - supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?
Pip: My sister, sir—Mrs. Joe Gargery—wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir.
Convict: Blacksmith, eh?
Looks at his leg
Convict: Now lookee here, the question being whether you’re let to live. You know what a file is.
Pip: Yes, sir.
16Convict: And you know what wittles is?
Pip: Yes, sir.
Convict: You get me a file. And you get me wittles. You bring 'em both to me. Or I'll have your heart and liver out.
Pip: If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more.
Convict: You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder. You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live. You fail, or you go from my words in any partickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted and ate. Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am. There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting17 at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It is in wain for a boy to attempt to hide himself from that young man. A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may tuck himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open. I am a-keeping that young man from harming of you at the present moment, with great difficulty. I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside. Now, what do you say?
Pip agrees
Convict: Say Lord strike you dead if you don’t!
Pip agrees
Convict: Now, you remember what you’ve undertook, and you remember that young man, and you get home!
Pip: Goo-good night, sir.
Convict: Much of that! I wish I was a frog. Or a eel!
14Pip: O! Don’t cut my throat, sir! Pray don’t do it, sir!
Convict: Tell us your name! Quick!
Pip: Pip, sir.
Convict: Show us where you live. Pint out the place!
Pip points to his house, a mile or so from the church
Convict: You, young dog, what fat check you ha’ got. Darn me if I couldn’t eat ‘em and I han’t half a mind to’t! 15Now then, lookee here! Where’s your mother?
Pip points to grave
Pip: There, sir!
Convict makes short run
Pip: There, sir! Also Georgiana. That’s my mother.
Convict: Oh! And is that your father alonger your mother?
Pip: Yes, sir. Him too; late of this parish.
Convict: Ha! Who d'ye live with - supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?
Pip: My sister, sir—Mrs. Joe Gargery—wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir.
Convict: Blacksmith, eh?
Looks at his leg
Convict: Now lookee here, the question being whether you’re let to live. You know what a file is.
Pip: Yes, sir.
16Convict: And you know what wittles is?
Pip: Yes, sir.
Convict: You get me a file. And you get me wittles. You bring 'em both to me. Or I'll have your heart and liver out.
Pip: If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could attend more.
Convict: You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder. You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live. You fail, or you go from my words in any partickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted and ate. Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am. There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I speak. That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting17 at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It is in wain for a boy to attempt to hide himself from that young man. A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may tuck himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open. I am a-keeping that young man from harming of you at the present moment, with great difficulty. I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside. Now, what do you say?
Pip agrees
Convict: Say Lord strike you dead if you don’t!
Pip agrees
Convict: Now, you remember what you’ve undertook, and you remember that young man, and you get home!
Pip: Goo-good night, sir.
Convict: Much of that! I wish I was a frog. Or a eel!
