All language subtitles for The Tudors S04E10

When we compare the present
life of man on earth

with that time of which we have
no knowledge,

it seems to me like
the swift flight

of a single sparrow through
a banqueting hall

on a winter's day.

After a few moments
of comfort,

he vanishes from sight into the
wintry world from which he came.

Even so, man appears on earth
for a little while;

but of what went before this
life or what will follow,

we know nothing.

In these last days

I have been thinking a great
deal about loss.

What loss, Your Grace,

is to man the most
irrecoverable?

- His virtue.
- No.

For by his actions,
he may redeem his virtue.

- Then his honor.
- No. For again,

he may find
the means to recover it,

even as a man recovers some
fortune he has lost.

Then I cannot say,
Your Majesty.

Time, Your Grace.

Of all losses,

time is the most
irrecuperable,

for it can never
be redeemed.

Walter!

Take this very carefully
and give it

to my Lord Risley.

Yes, Your Grace.

The Lord High Admiral
of France.

Your Majesty.

Salutationes Domine,
Praefectus Magnus Galliae.

Salvete Regis Enrici

octavi maiestatis.

Thank you, Your Highness.

It is my great privilege
and honor to be here.

- My Lord Admiral.
- Madame.

May I present

His Majesty's daughters-the Lady
Mary and the Lady Elizabeth.

Enchanté. I never thought
to be welcomed

in this cordial way by His
Majesty's family.

Ah, but you are
a very special

and honored guest,
Admiral D'Annibault.

And your visit most timely.

I am sure His Majesty will
be here presently.

My Lord Hertford seems
to be in the King's good graces.

I fear it seems to be so.

The Earl grows more powerful

daily because
of the King's infirmity

and his control
of the boy.

God help us then
if the King should die.

Yes.

But I have heard many say

that the people would rather
see you anointed as Queen

than leave the country

at the mercy of a mere child

and an overweening uncle.

And what of the Queen?

Ah-you shall hear more
on that subject...

... very soon.

The King!

Your Majesty.

Admiral.

We are very pleased to make
a new treaty with France.

I will have no further business
with the Emperor-

who has betrayed
me at every turn.

I can assure Your Majesty that
you will find us

good and faithful friends...
unlike the Emperor.

As you know,

in my kingdom I have made many
changes to religious life.

I have reformed
a corrupt church.

I have swept aside
hundreds of years

of lies and superstitions.

I have revealed to all mankind

that the Pope
is but a fallible prince,

and not the voice of God.

All this, no doubt,
you'll have heard.

I am certainly aware that Your
Majesty has wrought

many changes-
in your own kingdom.

Well, if we are going
to be allies, Monsieur,

then I propose
a further change.

I propose that Mass
be abolished

in both our realms-and replaced
with a simple communion service.

Now, how would
you feel about that?

Your Majesty, I have no authority
to renegotiate the terms of our treaty

especially, as Your Majesty
knows, my King is dying.

Of syphilis,
I know.

I am very sorry to hear it.

I have known Francis
a long time,

and I beg you
to send him my love.

But you may also tell him

that his disease is a reminder
of his own mortality!

Which, in times past,
he has forgotten!

- Walter? - I have something
for you to show the Queen.

I'm supposed to take
it to Lord Risley.

Hide it. When the Queen's read
it, give it back to me.

- -so handsome.
- Oh, hush, sister.

What is it?

Oh my God.

What is that?

Who is it?

It's... it's the Queen's
Majesty, Your Majesty.

And why is she screaming
like that?

I'll go and see her.

Kate-what is it?

I...

I fear...

you have grown
displeased with me.

Why so?

Because...

I fear that you have...

utterly forsaken me.

I don't understand.

What has caused you to think so?

Why would I have reason
to be displeased with you?

Are you not
displeased with me?

Kate,

I will ask you

is there any reason
I should be?

No. There is none,
your Majesty.

Good day, my Lady.

Sister! Ladies!
Now, you must do as I ask.

Clear your coffers
of all books-

whether you suppose them to be forbidden
or not! From now on we shall talk

no more, amongst ourselves, of
any matters, whether religious

or controversial,
and I shall try, in all things,

to conform myself
to the King's mind. Now go.

Hurry!

- My Lord Hertford.
- Mademoiselle-

good day.

May I be presented
to His Grace?

Alas, my Lord,
His Grace is indisposed.

He caught a chill
and is still abed.

I am very sorry
to hear it.

I will return some other time,
when the Duke is well.

No, no, my Lord.

I am well enough
to see you.

Que fais-tu?

Ne t'inquiète pas,
ma Cherie. Je vais bien.

My Lord.

I think your faction
is engaged

in a fight to the death
with Bishop Gardiner and his.

I will not hide the truth
from you, Your Grace.

The King's infirmity

and the youth of my nephew

make the question
of succession urgent.

The stakes could not possibly
be higher.

And you desire
to know, I assume,

on which side
of the argument I belong?

Your Grace,
whether you will it or not,

you carry a great weight of
confidence and influence with the King.

And everyone knows that.

But fewer people know
that your wife, the Duchess,

and my wife Anne,
together with the Queen,

are as close on matters of
religion as it is possible to be.

And this
close affinity has

emboldened me, now,
to approach Your Grace.

Surely your wife
has told you

that the Duchess
and I are estranged!

Thus her affinities
are not necessarily my own

and you do me a disservice
to assume they are.

our Grace, forgive me...

I do forgive you. I forgive
you even for hounding poor,

proud Surrey
to his death-

for it was his fault.

But as to religion.

I have never read the
Gospels-and never shall.

I am sure they enlighten you,

but I prefer them
to remain mysterious.

And, as for the promise
of a better world,

I can only say that England
was merry before,

and all things considered,

I would all things
were as they used to be

in times past.

Your Grace, if I do not have
your support-

may I ask if you will act
against me?

I'm not sure if this is any
answer, my Lord Hertford.

But I have always been drawn
to a phrase used by the

"Praise the God of all,

"drink the wine,

"and let the world
be the world."

Lady Hertford,
Your Grace.

My Lady Hertford.

Your Grace,

I was summoned
here but I have no idea why.

I wonder how I may help you?

You may help me, my Lady,
by telling me the truth.

You were a friend,
I believe,

of the heretic Anne Askew,
recently burned?

I was acquainted with her.

You were more
than acquainted, I think.

While she was a prisoner one of your
servants- a man wearing a blue coat-

gave her money.

I desired to make her
circumstances more tolerable.

I was only acting
out of Christian charity.

I had been informed
that those who tortured her,

illegally, had stretched
her on the rack

until the strings of her arms
and legs were perished.

But you admit

she was a self-confessed
heretic?

You are therefore guilty
by association.

You have a warrant
for my arrest?

You will never
serve that warrant.

Why not?

Because I know your secret.

What secret, my Lady Hertford?

You are not such
a saint as you appe-

are you, Your Grace?
You have not exactly

renounced worldly goods-
have you?

There are two monasteries
in Cornwall.

They were stripped and closed, on
His Majesty's orders, and burnt.

Except that they were neither
stripped nor burnt,

but their titles and contents
were quietly transferred

to Your Grace.
Thus you are a rich man indeed-

but only by embezzling
from the King.

I advise you to tear
up your warrant,

Your Grace.

Majesty, Her Majesty the Queen.

Kate. Come in here.

Your Majesty.

I am glad you have come.

You can resolve
me of certain doubts.

I wonder, Kate,
how much you think

you can learn
from reading the Gospels

and other religious books?

Majesty,

since God has appointed
you as Supreme Head of us all,

it is from you
that I will ever learn.

Ah, but that surely
is not so!

You have become
a doctor, Kate,

to instruct us-as we have seen
many times before-

but not to be instructed
or directed by us!

Majesty, I think my meaning
has been mistaken

for I have always
held it preposterous

for a woman
to instruct her Lord.

And yet,

you seem sometimes
to have a different view

of religion than we do.

Only so that you could
correct me!

Forgive me, Your Majesty,
but I thought

that talking and discussing
helped to ease

the pain and weariness
of your present infirmity.

And it encouraged
me in my boldness,

in the hope of profiting

from your learned discourse.

I am, I am but a woman,

with all the imperfections
natural

to the weakness of my sex;

and therefore, in all matters
of doubt and difficulty

I must refer myself

to Your Majesty's better
judgment,

as my Lord and head.

Is that so, sweetheart?

And you made your argument
for no worse ends?

Then we are perfect
friends again.

I thank Your Majesty.

I promise

that I will never doubt
you again.

Sweet Kate.

Majesty.

Majesty, shall I rescind Your
Majesty's order

to arrest
the Queen tomorrow?

Why?

Music.

What is it, sweetheart?

Nothing.

I was dreaming.

We were back in Boulogne -

but I let you go.

I'm here.

- Has the dawn come yet?
- Not yet. Not yet.

I hate the nights.

They make you think
of perpetual night.

Hush, darling.

The dawn will be here soon,
and you well again.

- Brigitte...
- Yes, my darling?

I'm so happy.

- Kate...?
- What is this...?

Lord Chancellor!
Why have you come?

I have come to execute the
warrant for the Queen's arrest

and to escort her,
and her Ladies, to the Tower.

You knave!

You arrant knave!

Get out!
Get out of my sight!

- Your Majesty, forgive me-
- GET OUT!

And take your bastards
with you.

I... I am sorry

the Lord Chancellor should

make such a mistake.

You don't know how little

he deserves
your sympathy.

He was not
your friend Kate.

- Lord Hertford!
- My Lord Hertford!

Your Grace,
I have already explained,

he called me a knave!
All manner of things.

But for whose ears?

Supposing he still wants the
Queen to feel falsely secure?

If it was feigned anger,
it seemed very real to me!

My Lords, in the King's absence,
Council is called upon

to declare its content
with the terms

of the peace treaty with France.
All in favour say "aye"

- Aye.
- Council is also

called upon to discuss
all arrangements made

for the security and safety
of His Highness Prince Edward,

heir to the throne,

and all provisions
made for his temporal

and spiritual welfare.

My Lords, pray,

what induces you to discuss
such things now,

when all such provisions
are already made

and the Prince
is secure at Windsor,

- by His Majesty's orders?
- Aye.

My Lord Hertford,

Council is still constituted

to examine such matters...
especially since

the King's infirmities give us

all cause to think
of the future.

And it is treason,

my Lord Chancellor,
to envisage the King's death!

- Aye!
- My Lord, all our concern

- is for the Prince.
- Your concern?!

Are you forgetting
that he is of my blood?

He is also
of the King's blood,

which gives us cause enough to
examine those put in charge of him.

And among them,
some of whom we find,

like his tutors,
to be suspected heretics!

You talk of heresy! You!

And what are you but a puffed-up
porkling of the Pope's?

My Lord!

I still say-
my Lord Hertford-

that the real truth behind
your intentions

towards the Prince
and the crown

must be placed before
the King.

What are you doing?
Take your hands off!

Your Majesty,
Bishop Gardiner desires

an audience
with your Majesty.

Refused.

His Grace
has a troublesome nature

and I don't want
to see him here ever again.

I desire him
to leave my court.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Your Grace, His Majesty
instructs you to leave court.

- My Lord Hertford.
- Lord Hertford.

Lord Hertford.

My Lord Hertford.

Lord Chancellor.
What may I do for you?

You may forgive me, if you
find it possible to do so,

from some past associations,
which I now regret.

I have no hesitation
in pledging my utter loyalty

to Your Lordship's house,

and I trust in future
I can serve you

as faithfully as I have
always served His Majesty.

I am most grateful to you,
my Lord Chancellor.

Your Majesty-Mr. Holbein.

- Mr. Holbein.
- Majesty.

I have
a commission for you.

I am most grateful
to Your Majesty.

I assume Your Majesty
means a portrait?

You once
painted my father.

Now you will paint me.

I am deeply honored.

Sweetheart,

sweetheart-

here is a messenger
from His Majesty.

Your Grace,

His Majesty has heard
of your indisposition

and has asked
to see you.

No! That is impossible.

Ask the physicians.

What shall
I tell His Majesty?

Tell him- I shall come.

But you can't!

How can I lie
in bed, my love,

when the King of England
has summoned me?

Just get
them to help me.

What are
you doing here?

I have come
to see my daughter.

Why should that
surprise you, Henry?

You have not always
been kind to her.

I have wept so often

to see her alone,

abandoned by her father.

Is that why you've come back,
Katherine,

to chide me for all
that I am not?

She ought to be a long
time married by now.

She ought to have
her own children.

Go away, shade.

Go away, Katherine.

You sent me away before-

though I loved you.

But I was still
your wife in God's eyes.

And still am.

His Grace the Duke
of Suffolk.

Charles.

Majesty.

They told me you were ill.

So I had to see you.

I have a slight fever.

Perhaps Your Majesty should
not come so close.

We've known each other

a long time,
a very long time.

Yes.

And I remember
everything.

In fact, I remember

things from long ago

better than I remember
yesterday.

I remember Your Majesty's
sister so well.

And the Battle
of the Spurs!

And when Your Majesty
made me a Duke-

God knows why!

You were my general,

in York and in France,

because I could trust
no one else.

And I beg you now Charles,

to trust me.

I have the power
to make you well again;

you know that.

They told me you were
like to die-

but you won't die.

I forbid it!

Kneel.

By the grace of God,

I, the Eighth Henry-

King of England,
Ireland, and France-

Defender of the Faith

and of the Church of England

command you
to be healed!

- My Lady Suffolk.
- My Lady.

Your Grace.
May I say,

on behalf of all His Grace's
loyal servants and staff,

that we are as heart-broken
and wretched

as Your Grace must
be on this unhappy day.

For we all loved
His Grace as much as you,

his wife,
and son, loved him.

Thank you.

Your sympathy and loyalty touch
my son and I most deeply.

Madame.

Requiescant
in pace Domini.

Et Lux perpetua
luceat eis.

Requiescant in pace.

He is to be buried at
St George's Chapel at Windsor.

At my expense.

Majesty.

I tell you this,

as long as Charles Brandon
served me,

he never betrayed a friend,

nor ever...

took unfair advantage
of an enemy.

Which is more than I can say
for anyone else at my court!

I never thought
he would die.

We should talk,
my Lord Hertford,

about the arrangements
for the Prince's minority...

after I am dead!

Your Majesty,
Mr. Holbein is here.

Mr. Holbein.

Majesty, with your permission, I
came to show you my work in progress.

Master Holbein.
When you painted my father,

you made his likeness

when he was old,
sickly, and ill.

He looked nothing
like a King of England,

more like a poor wretch!

A feeble, plain,
and dying man.

And now you have done
the same for me!

Majesty, I -

Mr. HOLBEIN!
This portrait is a lie!

Do it again!

And get out.

Why are you here?

To see my daughter.

She was the only pure
thing in my life.

And in my life
I neglected her,

since she was only a girl, and I
wanted so much to give you a son.

But now I am
so proud of her.

Fiercely proud!
She is so clever.

And though she is
like me in so many ways,

she is not intemperate
as I was.

You must be proud
of her too, Henry.

I am.
I am very proud of her.

And I know
how clever she is.

And I wish that
I could love her more.

But from time to time

she reminds me of you-

and of what
you did to me.

I did nothing to you.

I was innocent.

All the accusations
against me were false.

I thought you knew.

Poor Katherine Howard.

She lies in the cold
ground next to me.

Poor child.

It was not her
fault either.

But we were like two moths,
drawn to the flame...

and burned.

Anne, please don't!

His Majesty,
the King.

Your Majesty.

Lady Mary...

Lady Elizabeth...

Kate...

Come here!

I have decided

to send you away
to Greenwich.

I will not spend
Christmastide

with you this year...
or thereafter.

Why, Your Majesty?

Kate,

do not question
my command.

It is as it is.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Mary.

You must be a kind

and loving mother
to your brother,

who I leave
in this world

a helpless
little child.

Please,
father, I beg you,

do not leave
me an orphan so soon!

Mary,

Mary.

Elizabeth.

You are
so very young,

but you, too

can look
after your brother.

Yes, Your Majesty.
I promise.

Bless you, child.

Bless you.

Kate.

The time has come
for us to bid farewell.

It is God's will.

When I die,

I order
these gentlemen

to treat you
as if I were living still.

And if it is your
pleasure to remarry,

I order that you shall
have 7,000 pounds a year

as long as you live
for your service,

as well as your jewels
and ornaments.

Now go.

How is my son?

Jane!

He is well.

I have taken
all care of him...

sweet Jane.

And soon,
he will be King.

My poor boy.

My poor child.

No!

He is the most beloved.

He is my special boy.

- He will die young.
- No! No!

Poor child-

you expected
too much of him!

He was only a boy!

Kings, too, are made of clay!

And God forbid
you locked him away

from the world,
like your father did with you.

No!

Don't you understand?

You have killed him!

No!

Herewith, my Lords,
is my testament.

When I am dead,

my Lord Hertford
will act as Lord Protector

during Prince Edward's
minority.

He will be supported
by my Lord Chancellor Risley

and Archbishop Cranmer.

It is my desire

to be buried next to the body

of my true and loving wife,
Queen Jane Seymour,

at Windsor.

You shall raise
an honorable tomb,

upon which
will be our effigies,

fashioned as if we are
sweetly sleeping.

Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Mr. Holbein awaits
you in the Chapel.

Master Holbein,
it is well done.