All language subtitles for S03E03 - Dissension and Punishment.English

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The great part of the North have risen
in sudden rebellion against His Majesty.

I'm appointing you commander
of the Royal forces,

These rebels are traitors, Charles.

They must be punished.

Why will you not speak to me?

I'm disappointed because
you're not yet with child.

That's all.

Lady Misseldon, do your duties
honourably and virtuously.

Poor you, Your Majesty.

The Lady Mary Tudor.

May I present you to Her Majesty Queen Jane?

Mary, it gives more pleasure than I can say to
see you reconciled with your father.

Darcy and York have betrayed me?

I'll teach these bastard ingrates
a fearful bloody lesson in slaughter!

If you are as true and loyal as you say,
then you can prove it to us

by giving over your Captain, Mr. Aske.

That I will not do.
For what is a man but his promise?

His Holiness prays that King Henry will

grasp this divine opportunity
for reconciliation.

Perhaps you yourself Father Pole

might considering returning to England

in order to influence events there.

I beg you to restore and keep the abbeys.

I've told you once before:

don't to meddle with my affairs.

You have my permission to prolong
the truce for as long as necessary.

What should I tell them?

Tell them what you like.

The more His Majesty understands
the causes of this uprising,

the more is he persuaded to show clemency.

And the King is still willing to
offer a general pardon?

They are not all to be pardoned.
Not the leaders.

I want them brought to you still,
with halters around their necks!

"My trusty and well beloved Aske.

"We have conceived a great
desire to speak with you..."

How in God's name are we
suppose to banish idolatry

and superstition and empty
ritual from our churches

when they are still practiced here at court.

When shall I meet His Majesty, my lord?

Very soon. His Majesty is most
eager to talk to you.

In the meantime, he encourages you
to write a lengthy declaration of

everything you did during the rebellion
and the reasons for it.

Keep still.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

You can't be here.

Oh my God, it's true. I didn't believe it.

Get out. Get out.

No. She is my fiancée.

Ursula...

You've no cause being here.

I warned you.

Is he alive?

Master Holbein.

- Master Holbein.
- Your Majesty.

I must beg Your Majesty's pardon.

Pardon? What for?

I have committed an assault
within the verge of your court.

An assault? You? But you're an artist.

I was painting the picture of Lady Misseldon
that Your Majesty commissioned,

when a gentleman interrupted us.

What did you do?

I threw the gentleman into some shelves.

You did the right thing, Master Holbein.

And I forgive you freely.
I would have done the same thing myself.

Just finish the portrait. I can't wait.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Master Holbein.

Sir Robert Tavistock.

- Sir Robert, you look out of sorts.
- Your Majesty

I have a great complaint to
make against Master Holbein.

I am engaged to a young woman,

but found him painting her... naked.

Naked?

Yes, Your Majesty.
On a bed, like some concubine.

I demand that Your Majesty,
punish Mr. Holbein severely, for his lewdness,

and his immorality, and his violence against me.

You have not to do with Mr Holbein,
but with me.

I'll tell you frankly:

If I had seven peasants,
I could make seven lords.

But if I had seven lords,
I could not make one Holbein.

Now tell me truthfully,
do you still wish me to punish Mr. Holbein?

No, Your Majesty.
I ask Your Majesty's pardon.

I am Your Majesty's humble
and obedient servant,

and make no complaint against Mr. Holbein.

Good lad.

Happy Christmas, Sir Robert.

- Majesty?
- Sweetheart.

May I present someone to you?

Very well.

The Countess of Salisbury
was my old governess.

I know. I know the Lady very well.

- Lady Margaret?
- Your Majesty.

You are very welcome here at court.

I know how rarely you quit your fine house.

It is true.

I prefer to live a life based on piety
and traditional ways, Your Majesty.

You're an example to everyone here at court.

How is your son, Reginald Pole?

Is he still studying in Italy?

Yes, indeed, Your Majesty.

He is now at Padua University,

and has more reason than most
to be grateful to Your Majesty,

since until very recently,
you continued to pay his fees.

I showed great interest in him.

He showed great promise as a scholar,
as well as being my cousin.

Still, when he refused my offer
to make him the youngest

ever Bishop of Winchester...

I remember I had to thump him.

Your Majesty must believe it was not
ingratitude on Reginald's part. No, no.

He was in tears after leaving
Your Majesty's presence.

The truth is my son is too much of a scholar

and private person ever to
desire public office or notoriety.

Then after all, I forgive him.

- Majesty.
- Lady Salisbury.

Are you ladies conspiring something?

We would both like to present someone else
to Your Majesty this Christmastide.

Very well.

Your Majesty, this is...

My daughter Elizabeth.
You don't need to tell me.

Come here, child.

Votre Majeste.

Ça va?

Ça va bien, ma petite.

Venez ici.

Attention.

Je suis en famille!

Your Majesty, Mr. Robert Aske.

- Majesty.
- Mr. Aske.

Come.

I'm very glad to see you, Mr. Aske.

For a long time, I believe
I was badly misinformed

about the causes of the disturbances
in the Northern part of our kingdom.

But having read your full
and frank explanation,

I am persuaded by the justice of your cause.

I esteem the commonwealth of the realm,
and love of my subjects,

Mr. Aske, far more than any riches.

I am truly humbled by Your Majesty's words

and ask in all humility

if your sacred Majesty intends to fulfil
those pledges made in Your Majesty's name,

by his grace,
the Duke of Suffolk at Pontefract?

In every part.
The general and liberal pardon

shall be extended to
all our Northern subjects.

There will be free election to a
Parliament to be held at York,

where members and churchmen,
without our displeasure,

shall and may speak and show their
learning and their free minds.

Furthermore, after my Lord Suffolk
has come down to you

with the great seal to claim on this,

then to show the great love we
bear our Northern subjects,

we ourselves shall come to York.

And it is there, Mr. Aske,
where my Queen shall be crowned.

Your Majesty is truly gracious.

I swear to you that you will find
no more loving and loyal people

in the whole of your realm
than those in Yorkshire.

One more thing: You've written
against some of my advisors,

in protesting at their lack of noble blood.

Your Majesty, I...

No, no, no, no. I agree with you.
But don't say anything.

Now, I have a gift for you.

Majesty, I...

Happy Christmas, Mr. Aske.

That was quite entertaining...

...but you don't even know
who I am, do you?

Of course I do.

You're Edward Seymour's wife.

If he ever discovered us,
he'd probably kill you.

Really? Yet he seems so nice.

Cold, perhaps but pleasant with all.

That's a mistake they all make.

Áve María, grátia pléna,
Dóminus técum. Amen

Mr. Aske.

Lady Mary.

I am sorry to disturb your prayers.

Not at all, since you are
always a part of them.

I come only to wish you well you, Mr. Aske

for I know you are here upon God's work.

I trust the King's Majesty will grant
you and your people all their desires.

I have every hope now,

as I have every hoped one day you will
succeed as Queen of England,

for the better maintaining of our faith.

Lady, you must know,

how beloved you are to the people,

as was your mother before you.
God rest her soul.

Remember me by this.

May God bless and keep you, Master Aske.

How's father? They told me he'd fallen ill.

I was going tell you at a better time.
Father is dead.

Dead? When? Why?

Keep smiling. A week ago.

- A week?
- Yes, a week.

I arranged the funeral.
Everything was done to honour him.

You should have told me.
I should have been there.

I wish it could be otherwise,
but it can't now.

Your place is here.
You have to understand that.

Later you can visit his mausoleum.

- Sister.
- My Lady.

I presume you told her
about her father. Is she alright?

Of course. She's the Queen.

Gentlemen, noble and worshipful
men of this country:

I swear by the faith that I bear to
God and St. George that I have not only

forgiven and pardoned the men
of the North by writing under seal

but also freely in my heart.

It is my order that those men now
wear the cross of St. George,

who thankfully accepted my free pardon,

and mean to be as loyal subjects,
as they were before their sorry insurrection.

And my Queen and I wish you all
a very happy and prosperous New Year.

I tell you frankly:
The King is a good and gracious lord

who has granted us as far as he may,
all our desires and petitions.

It's true. I heard it from his own mouth

that he intends to hold a free
and fair parliament in York

and have the Queen crowned there.

Promises, Mr. Aske. Just more promises.

No, not just promises.

Lord Suffolk is sworn to come here
to bring both great authority,

the King's seal, and thus he told
me many comfortable answers.

I have to tell you, Mr. Aske,
though it grieves me to do so,

that since you have been away

there have been many rumours
and a widespread

mistrust of the King and his council.

Aye. The Northern lands
are up and mustering again

and this time we won't be betrayed.

Tell them to believe me, John.

Tell them to wait for the
coming of Lord Suffolk,

for another rising now risks everything.

Robert, there was a time
when nothing was more sure

than a promise of a prince, but now

we think these promises nothing
but a policy to blind the people.

And when we rise again,
we will trust no promises.

I cannot believe this.

If you will not trust the King,
then will you at least trust me?

Have I not guided you well so far?

Have I not secured a pardon for all of us?

But have you secured the King's absolute
promise to restore our monasteries?

His Grace promised me that all
those matters would be discussed

freely and openly in parliament.

I trust him. He offered me as
much as true, and honest,

and good men could
desire of their sovereign.

But you have no proof.

Where are you going?

Marching on Carlisle.

John, I plead with you, for the love of God,
not to put this agreement

in jeopardy by false actions
and rash judgements.

Their minds were already made up, Mr. Aske.
Even before you returned.

There is no agreement.
Just base and empty promises.

The King will not be moved
by words, but by actions.

We shall do now,
what we should have done before.

Gather the men.

I wish the Lady Mary lived at the court.
I miss her very much.

Yes, and the Lady Elizabeth.

Is she not the sweetest,
cleverest, brightest child?

It's not been easy for either of them.

And for all my troubles
I'm glad I never have theirs.

Your Majesty.

Madam. I did not know
whether to tell you, but

the King has taken
Lady Misseldon as mistress.

He must do as he will.
It is we, Lady Rochford,

who must always honour and obey.

Do not be troubled for me,
for I have great reason to be happy.

The Duke of Suffolk,
and the Lord Privy Seal.

You will go North at once.

Yes, Your Majesty.

In order to establish due obedience,
you will administer an oath,

to the leaders and gentlemen of
Yorkshire and Lancashire.

They will acknowledge that they
made other oaths contrary

to their allegiance and to
the great offence of God.

They must utterly renounce them

and swear to be our true
and faithful subjects.

They must commit themselves to obey
and even to spill their blood to maintain

all our laws and to assist our church
commissioners in their duties.

If they will not take the oath,
then there will be no clemency.

You will apprehend such persons where
it is no danger to yourself. And they will,

by law, be judged to suffer execution.

Your Majesty, what are your instructions

regarding the setting up of
parliament at York?

You may say there has been necessary delays.

Your Majesty, I...I gave them
my word upon my honour.

Let me remind Your Grace that rebellion

is the heinous sin which cries
out to God for punishment.

It is the sin of sin.

For where there is no right order,
there is only carnal liberty,

sin and Babylonian disorder.

These wretched men have threatened
my whole realm with uproar

as they have threatened me, Charles.

They have to, and will,
be punished for it.

I agree with Your Majesty. If I might...

No you may not. Your low birth,
Mr. Cromwell, deems you unfit

to meddle in the affairs of King's.
You're dismissed.

- Hey Charlie.
- Captain Constable.

So the men have started to gather.
Are they in good spirits?

Aye, the lads are up for it.

Good. The rest will be
joining in us tomorrow.

We'll walk into Carlisle, and we'll
take the castle as soon as you can fart.

What have we got here?

Rabbits.

Rabbits? So what are you going to do
with that, feed the five thousand?

Jesus! Charlie! Stay low!

Out! Out!

Alright...

Get him some water.

My God man, what in God's name has happened?

We started together,
Mr. Aske, near Carlisle,

ready and eager to

assault the castle.

Then Sir Christopher Dacre
and the Lord Suffolk

came out of the castle with the men
and brought their spears on us.

And afterwards, made a
bloody chase and captured scores.

I saw my two boys slain.

God help us.

Sirs we are broken.

What of Mr. Constable?

Captured.

My Lord.

We've got them.
They broke their pledges.

- I mean to see the King.
- Yes, My Lord

We shall impose martial law
on whole of the North.

- John Constable?
- Aye.

Do you deny that you acted as
a leader and captain of this rebellion?

No. And I'm proud of it.

You are to be taken to London and examined
further as to your actions and motives.

You mean tortured.
You promised us a parliament,

but you lied. You betrayed us!

You never meant to, or anything,
did you? Did you, Your Grace?

Here are the names of those who refused
to renounce their actions and sign the oath.

- How many?
- Seventy-four, all to be executed, Your Grace.

It was all well done, Your Grace.

You know that His Majesty has
ordered us to arrest Lord Darcy,

Sir Ralph Ellerker, and Robert Aske.

They are to be charged
on suspicion of treason,

but must not know it.

Your Grace must surely know

that Mr. Aske, Sir Ralph and I

were firmly, emphatically and
openly against this new rising.

We believed, and believe still,
in the promises

and assureties and good
graces of the King's Majesty.

It is also true that nothing can be done or
imagined here against his King's Majesty

that I cannot let the
council and you know of.

I am assured of your loyalty to his Majesty.

Nevertheless, the King requires
that you travel south

with me to explain this recent events

which seem so contrary to
his expressed hopes.

Your Grace can see with your own eyes

that I am old and sick and unfit to travel.

Allow me to speak openly to Your Grace.

Although I love and trust
the King absolutely,

and know that he would always
treat me justly and mercifully,

I can not say the same
for some of his councillors.

I would rather fear to fall
into their hands my Lord.

Allow me to reassure you.

I will write letters to both the King
and council in all of your favours

which I will show you before we leave.

Then... we must go.

Yes, it is the King's command.

Then I say, God have mercy on us.

God bless you and keep you,
my own dear husband.

And you too my darlings.
But I shall be all right

for I trust in the honesty of His Grace.

He showed me a letter. It was written

to the council on our behalf
and it was all good.

He said he stood surety for us and I doubt

any harm will come to us.

After all, what could be gained
by it when the North must now

be appeased and quietened.

There, our daughter, don't weep.
You're a Yorkshire lass.

And Yorkshire lasses have iron in their
souls just like your good mother.

You will see me again soon, I promise.

God bless you, Mr. Aske

God speed, Mr. Aske

Men, march on.

God bless you, Mr. Aske.

I see you are eating quail's eggs
again, sweetheart?

Did you not have those yesterday?

Yes, Your Majesty.

I seemed to have developed
fondness for them.

A special fondness?

Well indeed.

For some reason,
I desire quail's eggs above everything else.

- Leave.
- Your Majesty

I think you're with child.

I am.

My love.

My Queen.

John Constable,

you are a principal, and unredeemed traitor,
and villain against the King's Majesty.

Nothing can save you.

Oh Lord, forgive me. Forgive them, Oh Lord,

for they know not what they do.

Guards, hold him down on the table.

Oh sweet Jesus, I repeal! Oh sweet Jesus!

Damn you to hell...

Ahhh!! Ahhrrrgg!

I'm concerned for Lord Darcy, Your Grace.
I think the journey almost broken him.

His Lordship is taken care of.

This is Sir Francis Bryan.

- Mr. Aske.
- Sir Francis.

I have orders to commit you to the tower.

- But...
- It's for your own safety.

You'll be lodged comfortably enough.

Mr. Cromwell desires to ask
you a few questions.

I trusted you, Your Grace.

I swear, I have done my
best for you, Mr. Aske.

The Duke of Suffolk, my Lord.

You asked to see me.

Yes, Your Grace.

Well explain yourself.
What do you want?

I have some reports.

You always have reports, Cromwell.

But these are very interesting.

They're reports from the Assizes at Carlisle

where you sat in judgement against the rebels
who attempted to overthrow His Majesty.

Everything was done legally and properly.

Seventy-four rebels were judged and hanged.

There's the problem.

At one point, all agree there were at least

40,000 rebels armed and in the field,

and yet Your Grace found
only seventy-four guilty.

I hanged those who were the leaders, and the
most guilty of inciting the rest to rebellion.

Had you actually been there
to hear the evidence...

I must be honest with Your Grace,
you have been accused of too great

a leniency towards the rebels, towards

recalcitrant monks and other
upholders of the old religion. It...

It is disputed whether you
are in your heart and soul

fully engaged in this struggle against the
treasonous rebels or whether you are

in your heart still papist.

Who... accuses me?

His Majesty.

Consequently, his Majesty now
demands that you return North

and carry out an proper and efficient reprisals
against these rebels and traitors.

You are to make a terrible example of them,

and to teach those parts
the virtues of loyalty.

Seventy-four is an inadequate number.

Your Grace.

Since you asked me for the truth,
I will answer that in all parts of the realm,

men's heart were most hurt by
the destruction of the abbeys,

because they thought,
perhaps with a reason, that

this was the first fruit of the destruction
of their whole religion in England.

There's a letter of yours...

On the 19th of January, you wrote to reassure
the mayor and the commons of Pontefract,

"I should keep a clean true heart
to God and the King

"and will evermore further to be a true
petitioner for the commonwealth good."

You signed it, T. Darcey.

I remember it. But I am not sure
what is wrong with it.

Can you not agree, that it was
rather the spreading of false rumours?

For example, that the parish churches were going to
be pulled down, which actually caused the rebellion?

No, it was the fact, that the abbeys
were being suppressed and burned.

You wrote on the 19th of January. That is after the
King declared his pardon and the rebellion had ended.

But I understood that the King had also
agreed to a free parliament

where her subjects could still show
their griefs and complaints.

My letter was only meant to...

I'll tell you what it meant, my Lord.

It meant that even after
the King's gracious pardon,

you had not changed your
traitor's heart and opinions.

You continue to seek the annulment of laws

made for the good of the commonwealth

and you still wish to depose the King.

Tell me, why... they were
so important to you?

Because the abbeys in the North
gave alms to poor men,

and laudably served God.

They were one of the beauties of this realm

to all men and strangers alike.

They took care of their servants,
their tenants,

and their local communities
in every sort of way.

From maintaining bridges and seawalls,

to seeing that girls and boys
were brought up in virtue.

And when they stood, people not only had
worldly refreshment in their bodies,

but they also had a spiritual refuge.

So you begrudge the suppression
and the King's supremacy.

After such confessions, Lord forgive us.

It is not Mr. Aske but you,

who are the very original and chief
cause of all this rebellion and mischief.

Although you could probably find
some way of having all

the noble mens' heads of the realm
struck off you if you wanted,

yet I trust, there might be one left

who can still strike off yours.

Well, it may surprise
you to learn, Mr. Aske,

that ah...

those are very good reasons.
I'm determined to save you.

You've been here for two days,
but still you don't talk to me,

even though you are unhappy.

How'd you know?

You wake in the night. You say things.

What do I say?

Unburden your heart.

If I do, believe me,
everything will change.

I'm commanded to return
North to carry out retribution.

I must excecute more rebels.

Only this time without trial or proper process.

Many?

Yes, many. Many, hundreds, thousands.

I must kill hundreds of men,
women and children

or lose the love of my King.

Women and children?

I have no choice.

Of course you have choice!

What if they were your own children?!

I would still have to do it.

His Majesty, the King.

Stand up, Mr. Aske.

Mr. Cromwell has reported your words to me.

I've come to talk to you,

about the abbeys and the religious
houses you care so much about.

Please.

You have so much affection for these monks,

yet I can prove to you how far
they are from good religious men.

They claim to live in wilful poverty,
chastity, and obedience,

yet they amass possessions,

and put themselves outside the law.

They are richer than princes.

Yet without our responsibilities.

And what is wilful poverty anyway?

And as for obedience, God help us.

How can they be obedient

when they disoblige their sovereign Lord

whom by God's commandments
they ought to obey in all things.

We should not think of these
men as good religious men

who forsake all earthly
possessions, as they claim,

but rather as idle and sturdy vagabonds.

I like you Mr. Aske.

You may be misguided in
certain matters, yes but,

your mistakes are honest.

I know that in your heart you
are the most loyal of all men.

I love and respect Your Majesty,
above all things.

I would never seek to offend you.

Majesty, the boatman from Calais is here.

- Majesty.
- Monsieur. Let me see.

- Majesty?
- Quail eggs, Sir Francis. Quail's eggs,

to feed a Queen. Monsieur.