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♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪

♪♪

Order, order!

In the matter of Lajos
Kossuth of Hungary.

Who is this tormentor of
the Austrian monarchy?

This exile now seeking
asylum in Britain?

Mr. Speaker,
Kossuth is seen here

as a hero of the common people,

a cat set amongst
the fluttering pigeons

of the royal families of Europe.

Order.

♪♪

♪♪

Herr Kossuth,

I am the foreign
secretary of Great Britain,

and you are most
welcome, friend.

Alas, these pigeons,

they fear the conversation.

They are all a-commotion.

Some of them

have even fled their nests.

♪♪

We seem to be managing
all right without them.

And... engage!

Hi-yah!

No mercy, princess.

I know it's the Peninsular War,

but... I'm unclear which battle.

Fuentes de Onoro.

Bertie is the duke
of Wellington.

Naturally.

As well as the physical
exercise, you see,

there is also a
dramatic representation

of military conquest.

So his historical
knowledge is expanded.

The English will never take us.

Vive Napoléon!

I wish there were a part for me.

Do a party joust. BERTIE: Oh!

Oh!

Well played, sir.

Your Majesty.

Well fought, sir. Well played.

Kossuth was
received "rapturously."

Palmerston addressed
him as "friend."

Palmerston is a blackguard,
and he must be disciplined.

A simpler task were I not
100 miles from Parliament.

We should demonstrate solidarity
with our royal counterparts,

not offer sanctuary

to those who seek
to annihilate us.

Perhaps I shall
write to the emperor

and explain the decision
to admit him was not yours.

It wasn't.

Because I wasn't there.

Yes, of course, write a letter.

How else can we
participate in government

except by writing letters?

I didn't cheat. - You did.

Take that! Ow!

Bertie! VICKY: That hurt.

Be gracious in victory.

God's bloody trousers.

I did not enter royal service

to go traipsing around a
garden clattering a drum.

Give it up, then.

Like this.

I fear the queen
will be very wounded

by Lord Palmerston's remarks.

The man is a scoundrel.

Incorrigible.

I wonder how long
we shall remain here.

Your Serene Highness must
long for the comforts of home.

My only home, for
now, is with my sister;

and if she chooses
to live on an island,

so be it.

Though I do wish my
bedroom had a view of the sea.

My room looks onto the sea.

Shall we exchange?

How kind you are.

But surely,

you shall be
returning home soon?

Your husband must
be pining for you.

Do you know what
that man has done?

He's sent our son
away to boarding school.

The child is six.

It is better that I am here.

Bertie answers to
nothing, nothing!

How am I supposed to teach a boy

that...

Oh, but your
concern is the report

of your spy in London...
He speaks of what?

Oh, crowds cheering
Palmerston, no doubt.

Albert, this is not from London.

It's from Francatelli.

The cook.

He's resigned.

Then he shall be replaced.

Victoria, really,

this is such a, a
trivial domestic matter.

Drina, if you will permit,

when we return to London...

Did you know anything
about this, Skerrett?

No, ma'am.

Please, um...

Would you mind?

Unleashing your
vitriol on Skerrett

is not going to make
the situation better.

Vitriol?

♪♪

I didn't believe
you really would.

Well, Mrs. Francatelli,

I did.

And did the world end?

More or less.

They've been at each
other's throats for weeks.

Problem is, she's
queen of England,

but he's king of
the Isle of Wight.

Your turn, my honey.

Do it.

You don't have to
say it to her face.

You can write it, like I did.

No.

No, I... I have to say it.

The natural ebb and
flow of the staff, Victoria,

is something you
must not allow yourself

to be distracted by... Must?

Must? While we are here.

It is not what matters.

Here, what matters
is the children.

Here, they can be occupied.

It is what corrupts
the aristocracy,

to have no occupation.

Bertie, for example;

I want Bertie to be
able to make things,

to, to repair them
when they are broken,

to, to grow the wheat,

make the flour, bake the bread.

But most of all, I
want him to... read.

He does not read.

If our children are
going to be of value,

it is their duty to be the best.

Our duty to make them so.

I designed this
house to be a place

where our children
can become superb.

Palmerston has invited Kossuth

to dine with him
in his London club.

Albert, that is an
insubordination I cannot ignore.

He's lied through his
teeth about the Chartists.

And then he... swaggers about,

openly calling me a coward.

Albert, I must return

to London. No.

No, Victoria.

Well, then, London
must come to me.

♪♪

Without your train, Henry,

if that's possible.

Gentlemen,

the prime minister and I
have some private business.

Thank you.

We haven't time.

It is not a suggestion.

It's a royal command.

Oh, well.

We couldn't possible refuse
one of those, could we?

♪♪

Can we explore the cave, Papa?

Lead on.

Papa, look!

Well, we must make the most

of what the prince
calls, "the amenities."

However unamenable
they might seem.

You'll be all right,
Your Majesty.

Do you suppose
it's possible, actually,

to breathe under the water?

I really don't know, ma'am.

Fish do it.

Hmm.

Right.

♪♪

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty.

Drina.

Well, I think we
have established

the queen of England is...

not a fish.

We came at once, as the
situation is clearly urgent.

How may we be of
assistance to Your Majesty?

This room is very...

cozy.

I designed it myself.

Yes, I can see that.

Lord John,

concerning this Kossuth.

It is paramount

we do not antagonize
the Austrian monarchy.

I am addressing
my prime minister.

Kossuth's reception into Britain

makes my country look
duplicitous and weak.

With respect, ma'am...

There is no respect in
what you have to say,

Lord Palmerston.

Saying "with respect"
does not put it there.

These are matters of
foreign diplomacy, ma'am.

I am your foreign secretary.

And we shall come to that.

I understand a member of
your cabinet has invited Kossuth

to dine with him...
Is that correct?

May... May I speak?

If there is time

in your busy schedule of dinners

with regicidal anarchists.

Lajos Kossuth is not a regicide,

and he's not an anarchist.

He's beheld his people
being taxed to death

by a rapacious tyrant.

As my minister of state,

you will undertake
to do three things.

One: you will
retract your invitation

to dine with Kossuth.

Two: you will see him cleanly

off the premises of my country.

Three: you will write to the
crowned heads of Europe,

assuring them of my
government's allegiance.

Is there anything on that
list you do not understand?

Your Majesty is
pellucidly clear.

Then why do you grin at me?

I cannot help the
disposition of my face, ma'am.

Or is that thing number four?

Please forgive me
for being so bold,

but am I right

in assuming you share
my opinion of Palmerston?

That the man is a
preening buffoon?

Palmerston is morbidly
incapable of not preening,

but he is no buffoon.

I'd sooner he were lolling

in my cabinet,
causing irritation

than ranked on
the opposite bench,

whipping up the mob against me.

Hmm.

I trust you shall
stay for a day or two?

I sensed the queen
wished us gone.

Oh, well, you have
traveled such a long way.

It would be discourteous
not to invite you.

Ah.

Here.

It's best to eat just the top.

Oh, Russell, good heavens.

You must cook them first.

Ah, good day.

Papa.

My, my.

Good.

Russell, it is, um,
safe to eat this.

Bertie.

Bertie!

I'd, um...

I'd like to exchange rooms
with Princess Feodora.

She wishes for
a view of the sea.

Will you arrange it?

Of course, Your Grace.

Though, uh...

The sea's a fine
thing to look upon.

It makes no difference
what I look upon

if it isn't my little boy.

I'm so sorry you have
to be parted from him.

It must, uh...

Forgive me, I...

Prime minister and the foreign
secretary are here, Your Grace.

Lord Palmerston has come?

Joseph, isn't it?

♪♪

Naught, multiplied by two.

Two.

No, naught has no value.

Try to imagine the, the two
and the naught on the page.

20.

Albert.

Can it be true you've invited..?

This boy's refusal to
learn is preposterous.

He can hear you, you know.

All right.

Let's leave arithmetic behind,

turn our attention to French.

I shall set a test.

Thank you.

This way.

Forgive me, Your Grace,

there is something come adrift.

Uh...

Where's your husband, Duchess?

The man to whom you are married?

He's in London.

Excellent.

It is shocking that
you find it excellent

that my husband isn't here.

Shocking.

Excessively shocking.

But also excellent.

♪♪

Henry.

How is Lady Palmerston?

As ever.

In charge, full of plans.

It's kind of you to ask.

Lord Palmerston. Ma'am.

Will you make up our table?

Ma'am.

Now that I have
you within range, sir,

I want to know:
why did you suppose

that I would not be offended

to hear myself
dismissed... as a pigeon?

I did not suppose it, ma'am.

In truth, I...

didn't expect you
to hear my analogy

from... such a distance.

Whenever statesmen
plead "in truth,"

I cannot help but
doubt their word.

I can assure you
I wasn't pleading.

I merely sought to engage
the attention of the House.

You were playing to the gallery.

Something we all relish, ma'am.

I read in the newspaper, ma'am.

The German states
are now considered

as safe.

I thought it might be something

that would be of
particular interest

to... Her Serene Highness.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

Albert. ALBERT: Hmm?

We must make
arrangements accordingly.

Drina,

might I have your
permission to withdraw?

I don't understand.

Surely you long to be
reunited with your family?

In Langenburg,
there is still such...

hatred.

And I am, of course,

a blood relative of a queen.

Were I to return, my life,

the lives of my children,

they would be in...

great danger.

My own husband tells me so.

Is this your understanding?

I cannot say, ma'am.

But I do have
informants in the city

and I will interrogate
them closely.

Anything to assist a princess.

And until then,

there is absolutely no
question of you going anywhere.

You shall remain here,

with us.

♪♪

This carpet is very mouvementé.

Do you suppose the
prince designed it, as well?

It was considerate of
you to offer to assist me.

Thank you.

"Considerate" is one word.

My informers in Langenburg
reported back to me

just the other day.

They said, quite categorically,
that it's perfectly safe

for you to return
home when you wish,

as you well know.

But I am the sister of...
Your Serene Highness,

the dissenters have
no interest in you.

You simply want
to stay in England.

What sort of trick
do you play on me?

What sort of trick
do you play on her?

I know you do not care

for my house.

I love your house.

I love you,

and the children you
have blessed me with, but...

The troubles of my
country do not simply vanish

because I can no longer
see them from my window.

What?

I did not speak.

Yet, as you intended, I heard.

You radiate sullen disapproval.

No, it's not
disapproval, Victoria.

I'm afraid.

You demonstrated your
authority to Palmerston,

you told him what you
wanted, he acquiesced.

Whether or not he will
actually carry out what you want

when he returns to London...
That man's trouble is,

he's in love,

with the people
being in love with him.

This is my fear:

That it may also be true of you.

That your heart craves

adulation.

"Craves adulation"?

That's why you find
it so hard to be here.

Deprived of it.

It is your prerogative

to favor me with
your analysis, Albert.

Mine to disregard it.

Now I wish to sleep.

Good night.

♪♪

Your Serene
Highness, good evening.

Trivial misunderstanding.

Oh, I think it's very clear
what has happened here.

♪♪

♪♪

Mr. Penge.

What's that in your wig, boy?

Sand.

See that.

There is much,
much less than that

between you working here

and you being out
on your thick ear

without a reference.

"Lo!

"We shall not...

shield..." ALBERT: No, no, no.

"Yield," I think.

Try again.

We shall remain here
until you master it.

It looks like "shield."

How can one letter

look like two?

"We shall not shield"?

It's stupid.

You're stupid. Bertie.

Concentrate... again.

It's not fair.

The letters won't stay still.

They're all... swimming.

That is not the
behavior of a future king.

Why can't we do digging?

Well, there is a time for spades

and a time for books, no?

Try again.

"Lo!

We shall not..."

♪♪

Lest we forget we
are on an island.

You're an aficionado
of the decorative arts?

I collect the decorative.

It's my only vice, and secret.

Hm.

There are no secrets
from God, Lord Palmerston.

He registers our every misdeed.

Makes us pay for them.

I wonder what will
be the price of mine.

I really don't want to
go back to Langenburg.

Do make sure I don't.

That would be the wise thing.

The queen and her
husband detest you.

How that antipathy would swell

if they learned
about last night.

♪♪

Don't sulk.

It doesn't suit you.

♪♪

Are we allowed
to discuss our son

without you losing your temper?

Bertie has the
perfect situation here

in which to learn.

You use that as a
pretext to keep us here.

I see.

And do you use Kossuth
as a pretext for us to leave?

What I endeavor to
achieve with Bertie

is an investment in the future.

We, we cannot mindlessly
exist in the present.

But is it mindless to consider
the respect of my subjects

a thing worth having?

Does it actually matter
whether the poor boy

can or cannot
conjugate his verbs

if he might not have
a throne to inherit?

How dare you
construe that as vanity.

The throne, Victoria, is secure.

Yes, but currently unoccupied.

I sought your
dismissal, you know.

Lord John advised against it.

Hm.

Now make your
case about Kossuth.

It is desirable...

for the world to see

that Britain is
not afraid of him.

So, let him have his say.

And when he has
delighted us enough,

let us send him on
to somebody else.

The sands will close
over the imprint of his visit,

whereas Your Majesty
will be rightly celebrated

for her tolerance
and willingness

to let her subjects
have their free debate.

You are the only constitutional
monarch in Europe.

And your understanding
of that is clear for all to see.

It's no bad thing to keep
the people on your side.

Perplexing to hear you
style yourself my admirer.

Not yours, ma'am.

Britain's.

Perhaps, after all,
you and I do think alike.

Just a little.

♪♪

In any one day,

you are allowed

precisely 20 minutes of liberty.

I think we just made pretty
good use of it. The rest of the time,

she rings that
bell, day or night...

Mothering Sunday I
get the whole day off.

You go running.

If that bell had rung just now,

you'd have upped and gone,
even then, wouldn't you?

My love...

Now is the perfect moment.

She's got a new
child, she's got...

But she knew what I was.

What I'd done.

And she waved it all away.

She gave me a new life.

It's me offering
you a new life now.

♪♪

Sophie Monmouth
is out of bounds.

Not to be used for the
amorous complications

you have in mind.

I ask this in remembrance
of our own complications.

She cries out for
something we both know

you will never give her.

It would be cruel, Henry.

♪♪

I withdraw my artillery.

♪♪

♪♪

It's truly the most
outstandingly vulgar building

I've ever seen in my life.

It is incongruous.

A want of congruity

is the least of its sins.

And what of your sins, my lord?

What an alarming question.

Alas, I cannot stay to ventilate
the matter with you further.

I have affairs of state.

Shall I see you later?

For what purpose, Duchess?

For the purpose

of consolidating
our acquaintance.

Our acquaintance is
sufficiently consolidated.

Don't you think?

Listen.

All I can offer you is
pleasure and distraction,

and you may think
that's what you need,

but it isn't.

What you need, I am
not at liberty to give you.

I'm so sorry.

♪♪

Get out of the way!

Silly tears.

Why must I look to seek comfort

where it cannot
possibly be found?

Oh, please say something.

Your Grace, I...

Listen.

Can you hear the waves
folding over on the beach?

It frightens me
a little... The sea.

It makes me feel alive.

Victoria.

The new Austrian emperor
has dispatched ambassadors

to every European
country except ours.

Mine. Well, clearly
he finds us a liability...

Leopold told me as much.

Kossuth must be evicted.

I have changed my mind.

I have agreed that he should
be honored with a dinner.

At which Palmerston
should preside.

Two of a kind.

He's told you that your
people will love you for this,

and you wrap his
words around you like a...

cloak

Skerrett...

Oh, I do apologize,
Your Majesty.

Are you quite well?

What's the matter? Tell me.

Have you broken something?

Come on, you know
I shan't be angry.

I desire to leave
your service, ma'am.

For the sake of my marriage.

Marriage.

To Mr. Francatelli.

I had no wish to keep it
secret from you, ma'am, I just...

I just couldn't...

It is time...

for me to go.

♪♪

I'm so sorry.

♪♪

♪♪

Hm.

In what respect does une
vache translate as "a hammer"?

How would one milk a hammer?

I don't bloody know!

Right.

Go to your room...
I shall follow.

Please don't. Please
do not interfere.

Please don't bully my child.

Victoria, I have never bullied
our child, and I never shall,

but it must be made clear
to the boy. It's perfectly clear

how little you value his
attempts to please you.

Clear to us all.

Victoria, by God, you're
being inappropriate.

If you find me
inappropriate, Albert,

either remark upon it privately,

or if you insist

on drawing the matter to
the attention of the court,

address me with respect.

If you were deserving of
respect, Your Majesty...

then I should.

♪♪

♪♪

Really.

One quite understands.

The wine was not good.

May I speak frankly?

I agree with you.

Oh, how I wish we could return
to London so we could breathe.

My dear, the Peninsular War,

surely it never
went on this long.

Albert is a kind man,

but it is observed

that he constricts you.

Observed by whom?

Who says such a thing?

People of little consequence.

Silly, talkative women.

My only desire is
to serve you, Drina,

but if I hear something
detrimental to your authority,

I must tell it.

That is all I say.

Now cut off my head.

I know you find me disagreeable.

Feo...

How could you say such a thing?

♪♪

Of course.

She is upset.

To be obliged to
withdraw from London

is insupportable.

I see that.

May I... speak frankly?

It seems to me that
there is a simple test

whether or not a man has
married the right woman.

The man must ask
himself: this wife of mine,

does she increase
me or diminish me?

Am I more of a
man because of her?

Or less?

Marriage to Victoria has
undoubtedly increased me.

It continues to increase me.

I am infinitely more a
man because of her.

Good.

Then all is well.

This will blow over.

My sister is a little
difficile at present.

That is the strain

of the feminine humors.

Repeated childbirth.

Makes women stupid.

Are you suggesting that
Victoria's sanity depends

on she and I having no more...

children?

No! No.

Of course not!

The disorder of her
mind is strictly temporary.

Not at all like her
dear grandpapa's.

Will that be all, Your Majesty?

Apparently so.

♪♪

♪♪

What day is it today?

Remind me.

Sunday, Mr. Penge.

Sunday.

And what do we do
on a Sunday morning,

wherever we happen to be?

We go to church,
you bloody heathen!

Yes, Mr. Penge.

"Yes, Mr. Penge."

You're not in
Chatsworth, now. Sir...

And don't speak while
I'm shouting at you!

Where were you?

Bathing, Mr. Penge.

Bathing.

In the sea.

Do you smell that?

That's your goose.

Well and truly cooked.

To whom do you write
so assiduously, Duchess?

My son.

I trust they will allow him
letters at this wretched school.

Last night... at the table...

I think it would be
good for all of us

if we were to return to London.

Relations between the
inmates of a country house party

can very soon become...

eccentric.

Where is, um... I
don't know his name.

The large fellow?

Joseph, Your Grace.

He has been dismissed.

Whatever for?

Skipping church, ma'am.

♪♪

K! Good.

♪♪

S! Good.

♪♪

V!

No, no, no, no, no.

A little...

A little bigger than a V.

W!

W is... correct.

So you are leaving?

We are, sir.

Enjoy your dinner with Kossuth.

I shall do my best, sir.

It is the queen's
command that I should.

♪♪

You weren't going
without saying goodbye?

Taking French leave.

Good heavens, no, ma'am.

But interestingly,
the French call it

partir comme un anglais.

"To leave like an Englishman."

Your time in office has
taught you something.

Indeed, ma'am.

It has also taught me

that when the queen
tells me to do a thing,

she probably has
a good reason for it.

Did you doubt it?

I did, ma'am.

As you doubted me.

I shall see you in
London, Lord Palmerston.

I hope so, ma'am.

And before too long.

♪♪

So, the unwelcome
guests have departed.

Albert...

A fresh start.

I'm going back to London.

You can remain
here, if you wish.

♪♪

Yes, yes, perfect.

Thank you very
much... That can go...

♪♪

I'm looking for the steward.

Mr. Penge.

Can I help you, Your Grace?

The man Joseph...
Is that his name?

I gather you have dismissed him.

Indeed, Your Grace, he failed...

He was performing
a service for me.

An errand, a trivial thing.

But you see, I am to blame.

Not the... the man.

What is his name again?

Joseph, Your Grace.

So it strikes one as unjust

that this Joseph
should be punished.

Yes, Your Grace.

Good.

Well, that's that.

♪♪

Well, well, well.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Gentlemen.

And guests.

We are privileged to welcome

Herr Kossuth of
Hungary to address us

on the character of democracy.

Sir.

Foreign Secretary, thank you.

In the course of
an eventful life,

I have learned

that not all democracies
are equally democratic.

Though still I have...

the noble pride
of my principles,

and though I have the
inspiration of a just cause...

The people await their queen.

As she awaits to be adored.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

One more week.

You'll miss it when it's gone.

I shall.

That doesn't mean this
isn't the right thing to do.

♪♪

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I'm...

I'm comforting my
wife, Mr. Penge.

What are you doing?

♪♪

Albert?

Albert, let me in, my darling.

Albert, please.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪