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Previously
on "The Spanish Princess "...

QUEEN ISABELLA:
If God has not
graced you with child,

you are
to return to Spain.

MARGARET:
Are you to be a mother?

My condition is unclear.

Unless that girl
is carrying an heir,

our alliance
is in shreds.

God will have me wed
Prince Harry.

LINA:
It is forbidden.

Not if I'’m a virgin,
if my marriage wasn'’t--

It was not consummated.

You were heard
by Lady Pole.

If the truth is asked of me,
my answer will support

whatever keeps
my conscience and my head
attached to my neck.

If you are still
a maid, then, Catherine,
I can be your husband.

-[ winces ]
-Lady Mother?

The child
is coming early.

ELIZABETH:
I will be with Arthur
before night falls.

If Harry marries her,
the Tudor line ends.

No more boys.

[ music playing ]

[ footsteps echoing ]

[ wind blowing ]

MAN: The king is dead.

Why else would he miss
his own wife'’s funeral?

No one saw him at the abbey,
and they haven'’t
seen him since.

God hates
the bloody Tudors.

He'’s killing them,
and punishing the lot of us
for their sins.

[ hoofbeats and neighing ]

[ dogs barking ]

We know someone'’s
mustering in France.

I'’ve got my ideas on it.

But whoever it is,

they'’re forming
a great army

to get a York
back on the throne.

[ woman screams ]

We heard they need
men here to join,
and I say

-the time is right--
-[ crash ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ scuffling ]

You will tell my lady
the king'’s mother...

[ coins jingle ]

everything they said.

[ beads jingling ]

[ bell tolling ]

-[ yelling outside ]
-[ parrot squawking ]

[ growling ]

[ footsteps echoing ]

MARGARET: Henry.

Henry...

it'’s been a month.

You need to eat,

and you
need to bathe.

The people think
that you'’re dead.

My spies tell me so.

The city
is a tinderbox.

Not everything
is neatly ordered

like your printed page,
Mother.

The people fear
you have abandoned them.

You must show them
that you'’re strong and well,

insist that our allies
flush out

this faceless man who
musters against us in France.

And why is that Spanish
girl still here?

She has no child.

We must come to
terms with Spain

and what
to do with her.

Harry wants to marry her.

What?

He wants
to marry Catherine.

And people like
a royal wedding.

I'’ll write to the pope
for dispensation.

Harry cannot marry her.

She'’s his brother's
wife. It'’s a sin.

She says she did
not lie with Arthur.

Oh, she lay with him.
I know that for a fact.

These are lies,
wicked lies.

You don'’t think your spies tell
you what you want to hear?

Arthur'’s dead.

Would you make him
impotent as well?

The Tudors,
unable to produce
a male heir?

We'’ll be called weak.

Henry.

[ lion panting ]

[ music playing ]

I don'’t know how you
ever came to England

knowing you might never
see your mother again.

I know it sounds foolish,

but I'’m afraid that she's--

that she'’s cold down there.

In Spain...

we have bullfights.

We call them
"the festival of the brave,"

because the bull
is sacred, a deity.

When I was small,

there was a bull
of such strength
and courageous heart

that people came from all
over Spain to see him.

He was called El Rey.

The finest matador
was picked to fight him,

and in the ring,
El Rey was gored

once, twice,
three times...

but he did
not go down.

The fight continued
late into the night,

but El Rey
wouldn'’t die.

As the sun came up,

the matador
was so exhausted,

he had
to be carried out.

But El Rey stood there,

broken and bleeding,

but for six days,
he refused to die.

On the seventh day,
they summoned my mother,

and she pardoned him.

You are El Rey.

You are wounded,

but you remain standing.

Yes, I stand...

for you.

And soon, we will be
husband and wife...

God willing.

[ bell tolling ]

You think
he will marry her?

Shh! I'’ve told you
not to talk

about their marriage
until it is official.

Lord Stafford says that
the prince falls in love with
a different girl each week.

Perhaps Lord Stafford
speaks about himself.

He burns for me.

You said you had
given him up, Rosa.

I want to,
but I don'’t know how.

You are just tied up
in a big, fat knot,
because--

[ sputters ]
Why is it a fat knot?

Whatever it is,
you are just tied up in it,

because when the Infanta
marries Harry,

you'’ll have to wed
an ugly Tudor man
or lose your place with her.

Oh, so will you, if any
of the English lords
will still have you.

Uh, tell the Infanta
I am on an errand.

Rosa!

[ giggles ]

Good to see you, too.

[ scoffs ]

[ soft murmuring ]

[ room quiets ]

You may sit.

What news
of His Grace, the king?

The king still
mourns his queen.

-Parliament grows restless.
-MAN: Everyone does.

In my parish,
there'’s open talk now

of supporting
a York claim,
should it come.

I'’ve heard the same.

Enough. The kin--

[ approaching footsteps ]

[ councilors mutter ]

Uh, forgive me, my lady.

I was detained.

MARGARET:
The king has
such a mighty heart

that when it breaks,
it threatens to shatter
the kingdom.

He will return
from his grief,

but in the meantime,
we will appoint a regent.

Oh, finally, a plan.

So, who will it be?

Me.

Stafford, have
three garrisons stationed

in the boroughs
to quell any unrest.

Let us hear
no more talk of Yorks.

And all of you will contact any
friends you have abroad

to discover the name
of our tormentor

who'’s raising this unholy
army against us.

Then we'’ll press
Spain for the gold--

Spain does
nothing for us,

except send us
a barren, lying harlot

and expect us to pick up
her laundry bills.

No, I will deal with Spain
and the princess.

My lady.

The king tells me you have
some devil'’s notion

that you will wed
Prince Harry,

which is impossible, as you
are his brother'’s widow.

I am a maid.

Our marriage was
not consumma--

Yes, it was.

I have eyes and ears
all over England.

I know if someone sneezes
in Dorset or trips
in Northumberland.

The boy who brought you
your firewood in Ludlow,
he was mine,

as was the girl
who scrubbed the floors.

Everything that happened
there came back to me.

Except the things they
could not see, unless
they see through walls.

I admit...

there were
some acts that we...

engaged in
for our pleasure.

But Arthur couldn'’t--

I am a virgin,
as I was when I first
came to England.

You, do you swim
in the same sin
as your princess,

or will you
tell the truth?

It is true, my lady.

You were married
many months.

You ask me to believe
that there were

no natural acts
between man and wife?

It saddened both of us.

And all the time we wondered
if you were with child,
you said not a word.

I wanted to protect
my husband'’s memory.

Then the queen died,
and there was no time

-for Harry and I to--
-Oh, get out.

[ laughs ]
Perhaps my lady
has forgotten

we are
within my rooms.

Get out. You and
your Spanish harem
will leave my palace.

I am the Dowager
Princess of Wales.

You cannot
simply throw me out.

Yes, I can, and have.

The king
will not allow it.

The king is indisposed,
and I am regent,

which means that from now,
I am the king.

What have I done?

I'’ve put us on the streets.

We have nowhere to live.

For now.

The king told her
you were to marry Harry,

which means that he
does not oppose it.

Lady Margaret'’s anger
is a sign that you
are winning.

She has drawn
her sharpest sword,
Highness,

and here you are,

unbloodied and alive.

I cannot ask Prince Harry
to speak out for me

while he and his father
are grieving.

It would be unseemly.

Let me ask at court
about a place
for us to stay.

QUEEN ISABELLA:
In every battle comes a moment

when you think
that you'’re beaten.

[ groans ]

It is he who continues
the attack who wins,

and we always win.

[ grunts ]

Hey hey!

Right. Better that.

HARRY:
Let me show you how to throw.

Harry, may I
have a moment?

Yes, of course,
Lady Grandmother.

There is a rumor
that this Spanish widow

has set
her sights on you,

which is,
of course, unthinkable.

We cannot let so valuable
a princess go to waste.

We need the Spanish treaty.

If we don'’t keep her,
France will grab her,

and then fat
King Louis would have

all that Spanish gold
to use against us

or to push me
from my throne,

when I inherit it
from Father.

It may be Louis
who musters men against us.

"If a man shall take
his brother'’s wife,

"it is an unclean thing,

and they will
be childless."
Leviticus.

"If brethren dwell together
and one of them die

"with no child, the wife
of the dead shall
not marry a stranger;

"her husband'’s brother
shall take her as a wife

and perform the duty
of a husband." Deuteronomy.

No.

I mean, I--

I'’m happy that you
know your scriptures,

but there are
better choices for you.

There are other
princesses to wed.

There weren'’t for Arthur.

The Spanish alliance
was our Holy Grail.

-Has something changed?
-Mm, she is bespoiled.

She has lied to you.

You don'’t think
I would know it if she had?

Or do you think
your intellect
is sharper than my own?

No, of course not. It--

Well, then we are agreed.

You see there,
Lady Grandmother,

sometimes different roads
can lead to the same castle.

Lord Thomas.

Lady de Cardones.

How may I be
of service?

The Infanta and her retinue

wish to find lodgings
outside of the palace.

Oh, dear.

Uh, well, I can inquire
about apartments,

but I assume
you will soon be sailing
back to Spain?

We are staying here
in London.

Ah. Well...

in that case,
Durham House
will suffice.

It'’s on the Strand,
owned by the church.

Foreign dignitaries
have stayed there
during visits,

so the Infanta
will be right at home.

[ overlapping chatter ]

Fresh fish!

[ bleating ]

The Infanta not go back
to Spain if her husband
be dead now?

It is not up to us to decide.

[ outside chatter audible ]

Good. It'’s small
and easy to guard.

[ sighs ]
The Infanta
will hate it.

[ rat squeaking ]

Then we live here.

We marry.

I carry you,

just like I did
when you were ill.

We have
the babies here.

The baby Saalik...

and the baby
Roushana.

Don'’t you mean
baby Magdalena?

Ah? Sí.

Bebé Saalikand
bebé Magdalena.

Oh, Maggie.

Uncle Richard.

[ knock on door ]

Your Grace,

Sir Richard Pole and
Lady Margaret are here.

[ dog whines ]

Your Grace,
we are deeply sorry
for your loss,

and we share it.

I loved her
as you did,
Your Grace.

Lizzie and I were...

When allis said and done,
she was my cousin,

and I am broken
at her passing.

Tell me, Lady Pole...

are these the robes
of your confessor?

Seek an audience
with your priest.

You will find
no absolution here.

If you had not so distressed
her in her final hours,

she might still be with--

[ door rattles ]

Aunt Maggie, Pole, I heard
you had returned to us.

We are sorry
for your loss.

We feel it deeply,

but, uh, summer is ahead,

and I hope my marriage
will provide warmth
and cheer to England

when she so badly needs it.

Marriage?

I am to marry Catherine,

secure our treaty
with Queen Isabella,

and then produce an heir
so we may have succession
and stability.

But...

is it agreed?

Why else would I say it?

Congratulations,
Your Grace.

The wedding
will be set for June.

If we can assist
with the preparations
in any way.

And we will be, uh,
sure to congratulate
the princess.

HARRY:
That will prove difficult.

It seems
my lady grandmother has
risen above her station

and sent her
from the palace.

Please do as your
grandmother sees fit.

We have pain enough
without having
a family war.

Of course, Father.

But nothing need
prevent you writing

for the papal dispensation
when you see fit.

Attend to Meg, Lady Pole.

She is soon
to leave for Scotland

and needs a mother'’s help
before she goes.

She has been denied that...

so you
will have to suffice.

[ birds chirping ]

[ approaching footsteps ]

Do you see now how
destinies are only meant
for men in England?

No, Meg, never think it
or believe it,

or it will
become the truth.

You must hold your courage
and your strength

and fight
for what you want.

Safe travels north.

I hear it'’s even colder
there than here.

It'’s colder there
than everywhere.

[ laughter ]

Meg, your father
has asked me

to ready you
for your departure.

Did you know
that Catherine has been

thrown out of the palace
by my grandmother?

I'’m not sure that's
any business of mine.

Come.

She'’s gone,
the Spanish girl.

I take it that no letter
has been written
to the pope as yet?

Every time
I open my eyes,

I learn the lack
of Lizzie over again...

and hear the words she
spoke upon her deathbed.

And what were they, Henry?

[ crying ]

What is this?

From the emperor?

How long have you had this?

[ overlapping chatter ]

Tell them to take my
things inside quickly.

[ shouting in Spanish ]
!¡Rápido!

It'’s just talk.

We have had
15 years of peace.

No one would now turn
their coats to York

to wade
through blood again.

My lady.

I'’ve learned the name
of our tormenter,

the phantom challenger
raising men in France.

Edmund de la Pool,

your own wife'’s cousin.

May I see?

De la Pool?

My wife has had
no contact with him.

It appears that he
is being sheltered

by the Holy Roman
Emperor Maximillian himself,

who will not
hand him over,

despite the king'’s
entreaties that he should,

because Maximillian fears
that we would kill the rat.

Of course we would,
the last York heir standing.

We must build
our armies to withstand
a York invasion.

An assault
against the throne,

backed by the wealth
of the Hapsburg empire.

My lady, the treasury
is depleted,

and our war chests
are empty.

I'’m sure you all know
Edmund Dudley,

who has served the city
as a gifted lawyer

and is now the Speaker
of the House of Commons.

He shows his loyalty
by offering his services

to find ways
to fill our coffers.

[ councilors murmuring ]

There are places
to cut spending,

but that alone
will not yield the kind
of revenue that we need.

We will raise the taxes
on the most popular items,

like wool and leather,

and we shall
create new fines

for things
like dogs in church,

singing in the street,
and impersonating the king.

All ideas
that will be effective

at stirring resentment
on the streets.

If it'’s soldiers
that we need,

why not begin
by conscripting those

who came here with
the Spanish princess,

in lieu of half the dowry
that was never paid?

Not in lieu,
in part payment,
and a small part.

Thank you.

It will do...

quite well.

No, don'’t put them
on display.

I will guard you,
Highness.

We are very near
the street.

Will people say
I am unwanted

and have been sent away
in disgrace?

They will say
the king'’s mother
is a battle-ax,

and they will
love you even more.

You are right.

I will trust to God
that this is all
within His plan

and that Harry
will soon come to me

and Lady Margaret
will find husbands
for you both.

The Scots king wants us

to wear matching white
damask for the wedding.

I hope he
does not expect us

to match every day,
like demented twins.

Did you ever see
your mother'’s wedding dress?

Red, for war.

Your grandmother
wanted to tear it off her
with her teeth.

[ chuckles ]

Would you
find it for me?

We could use it for
a red trim to my own.

I'’m honoring my mother.

Aunt Maggie,

will it hurt,

after the wedding?

The night?

I will tell you

what your Aunt Cecily
told me on my wedding night.

It hurts a little at first.

Then it feels quite nice.

You will be here
when it comes time
for me to leave?

I wouldn'’t miss it for all
the heather in Scotland.

[ knock on door ]

Enter.

Your cousin Edmund
is in Flanders

marshaling men
against the king.

Well, I-I have not seen
or spoken to him
in over a year.

Thank God.
If he contacts you,

you must tell
the king at once.

His Grace is stricken,

and his mother would
make enemies of us all.

Look how she banished
Princess Catherine,

even though Harry
lays claim to her hand.

Yes.

No one is safe.

[ knock on door ]

[ front door opens ]

ROSA:
Your Grace.

[ door closes ]

Good evening, ladies.

Forgive me. I...

just happened
to be passing.

You were at court when I
was sent away, were you not?

My father didn'’t want me
to make a fuss.

Grandmother
is a curmudgeon,

but, uh,
she will come around.

This is a curious hour
to visit, Your Grace.

I was preparing to bathe.

Well, don'’t
let me stop you.

[ clears throat ]

Well, it is cozy here.

The furnishings
are cheap and shoddy.

It is beneath my station.

There was a brawl
in the street.

Yes, well, it'’s lively.

I got into a scrap
just around the corner
from here,

and when the fellow
realized who I was,

he, uh--
he wet his drawers.

[ stifles giggle ]

You won'’t be here
for long, Catherine.

Only for as long
as the king wishes to sit
in his dark room.

We are all sitting
in the dark.

All of us must wait.

Very well, my lord.

[ door closes ]

[ buoy bell ringing ]

[ dog barking ]

[ man yells outside ]

Welcome back, my lord.

Bring him water.

My lord.

MARGARET:
What kept you
out so late?

There was a privy
council meeting,

You should have
been there.

You have not placed her
out of my reach, you know.

The future
of this kingdom
rests on you.

You must be
at every meeting.

I'’m disinclined
to do your bidding

when it risks
this country'’s future.

How do you think
Queen Isabella will react

when she learns her daughter
is treated like an outcast?

I simply sought
to save her reputation.

She cannot be here
in the palace

with so many men around
when she is--

Shining far more brightly
than you do.

It is unseemly.

Until this awkward
question is resolved,

the princess must live
far from the court.

I think you would
have her rot on the Strand.

[ scoffs ]
Don'’t be ridiculous.

Durham House is
perfectly adequate.

She expects
her luxuries.

Your brother'’s death
robs her of her
entitlements,

so now she comes
to you instead.

My handsome boy,
you are my prodigy,

my stupor mundi.

You haven'’t
been yourself

since your mother'’s death.

I'’m afraid
you'’re vulnerable...

and this girl sees it.

It'’s late.

You should rest,
Lady Grandmother.

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ water splashing ]

Her husband die,
and now she take his brother?

What game does she play?

[ chuckles ]
What makes you think
it'’s a game?

You play a game as well?

No. Uh...

but I came here to say

what happened
between us,

it cannot ever--

Because you like...
[ speaking Spanish ]

You heard the Infanta.

I have a duty
to my parents
and to Catherine.

So there will be no more...

or...

[ kiss ]

this.

Oh!

[ horse trotting ]

-[ man shouts ]
-[ bottle shatters ]

[ horse neighs ]

[ men shouting ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ bell tolling ]

MAN:
Bless you, my lady.

WOMAN:
Bless you, my lady.

MAN:
Bless you, Princess.

Come on.
We'’re going hunting.

-Shh. Wait.
-[ wings flapping ]

There.

No, hold back.

You'’ll scare them,
and they'’ll break
too soon.

That bird was young,
easy sport for you.

Maybe that'’s
how you prefer it.

Not at all.

If it doesn'’t have
a full fighting chance,

then there is
no test of skill.

And you are skilled,
aren'’t you?

Should we--
Should we ride back?

How are you finding
the gelding?

He is very fine.

I should dearly love
a stallion as this.

Oh, you would like him
as a gift?

It will be
a marvelous gift,

were you to offer him.

You don'’t have
anywhere to keep him
on the Strand, do you?

So I suppose that'’s
another target for you
to set your sights on.

Now we have
four birds each.

We are equal.

[ bell tolling ]

[ muted street chatter ]

Highness.

QUEEN ISABELLA:
"The pope would have
to grant a dispensation

if you were
to wed Prince Harry.

Do you have one?

I imagine not.

So take your widow'’s jointure,
and return to Spain.

By my hand,
your mother, the queen."

I'’m not coming home!

That will
not be my fate!

I will be
queen of England!

[ bell tolling ]

You sent for me,my lady?

I did, yes.

Come in, child.
Sit with me.

This is a new vintage.

We can try it together.

I expect
your husband'’s told you

that your cousin is
a traitor to the crown.

I have had
no contact with him.

I know.

He'’s been rabble-rousing
against our house for years.

But I'’m prattling.

I find these newer spices
rather hard on the stomach,

but you must try one
of these little orange
things covered in sugar.

They come from Italy,
but they'’re none
the worse for that.

Thank you.

The Infanta,

Meg tells me
you don'’t like her.

It is difficult
for me to like her,

given what was done
to bring her here.

The sugar
gets everywhere.

You dined
with her and Arthur

every night at Ludlow,
didn'’t you?

And he was conducted
nightly to her room,
as I instructed?

We made sure
that he was.

So they were married
both in word and deed,

happy in the marriage bed?

I did not go inside.

We granted them
their privacy.

But we can agree
that they were lovers.

I cannot say.

I did not
bear witness to it.

Well, her confessor tells me

that you helped her ladies
with the linen.

Were there any signs
upon the sheets?

-[ sighs ]
-Oh, come on.

You'’re a married woman.

Don'’t let's be coy.

I have told you
all that I observed.

[ scoffs ]
All that you observed?

All that you'’ve fabricated
since my grandson'’s death.

You and that harlot
and her painted lady
will be our downfall.

If she seduces Harry and
marries him upon this lie,

it is a sin
against the Lord, our God,
and you will burn in Hell!

Your cousin was a traitor.
Are you one as well?

I am an honest woman,
which is more
than can be said

for half the people
in this palace.

I have told you all
that I know, and that
is all I will say.

You will leave this palace,

and you will never
be admitted here again.

Guards!

Lady Pole
is barred entrance

from any royal residence
from this day forth!

Get her out!

[ market chatter ]

Come to the taverntonight.

Maybe I will let you
hold my hand.

I can'’t.

The Infanta
is at Mass.

[ speaking Spanish ]

Speak English.

My Spanish tongue
offends you?

Or perhaps today
it'’s my Muslim heart?

I have a duty.

[ speaking Spanish ]

At least I will sleep
in a bed in a castle,

not a barn with horses.

I am called
to Westminster
to join Tudor army.

Oviedo, please.

What do you
want from me?

I want you to say yes.

Would it really have been
so hard to have given her
what she wanted?

She is poison,
and it hurts me
to give in to her.

It would have kept
our family safe.

GROOM:
Your horse, my lady.

Are you not
coming with me?

I have duties
for the king,

and I need to try
and mend the damage
you'’ve done.

Godspeed to Stourton.

[ thunder rumbling ]

[ dogs barking ]

MAGGIE:
Where are we?

This is the wrong way.

We'’re going
the wrong way!

Who are you?

[ horse neighs ]

-Guards!
-[ man mutters ]

Stop him!

-Go! Come on!
-Guards! Guards!

[ gasping ]

MAN: In there.

No, this is
a house of sickness,
I cannot go in.

I will not!

[ whimpers ]

Tell Margaret Beaufort
she will not get away
with this.

[ latch clicks ]

[ door opens ]

[ gasps ] Edmund.

It'’s been too long,
Cousin Maggie.

I'’m sorry
about the disguise,

but the Tudors
mean to have my head.

It is true, then.

You would take
the Tudor crown.

And I need your help.

You must visit each
of our cousins in turn,

all those still loyal
to the house of York,

and speak to them
in person, no letters.

Tell them
I must bring--

I will tell them nothing.

I have children
I would like to see grow old.

Maggie, our family
ruled this land

long before Henry Tudor
stole the crown from us.

It is your birthright
as a Plantagenet.

My birthright is a diet
of betrayal and of grief.

I am sick of others
asking me to risk my life
for their political gain.

You think I cannot
overturn the Tudors?

Just because you think
your cause is the right one,

it doesn'’t make you
any different from them.

Then you'’re against me.

I am neither for
nor against you, cousin.

I wish only
to be left in peace.

Don'’t contact me again,
Edmund.

May God have mercy on you.

[ seabirds calling ]

My wedding dress
is finished, Father,

so I will be leaving.

I had the seamstress
sew in red trim

from my lady mother'’s
wedding dress.

[ distant shouting,
weapons clashing ]

You do understand
why you'’re here?

Yes, my lady.
We are for...

English army.

Yes, conscripted,
which means you serve

the king of England now,
not the Infanta.

I'’ve seen you speaking
with my grandson.

I hear you'’re
a gifted crossbowman.

It is prince
who has the gifts,

sharp eye,
brave heart, quick...

But he have
other things to learn.

For example?

[ speaking Spanish ]

He doesn'’t know
when to give up?

I'’ve been studying Spanish.

I thought
it might come in useful,

and it has,
as I'’ve understood
your impertinence.

[ conversing in Spanish ]

[ chuckles ]

[ conversing in Spanish ]

You have wisdom
for a soldier.

I watch and listen.

Do you, indeed?

Perhaps you could watch
and listen for me

in places where I cannot.

[ bell tolling ]

How could Aunt Maggie
not be here?

She promised
that she would.

MARY:
Meg!

Don'’t go, Meggie.

[ kiss ]

Is it a very long ride?

Yes, long and bumpy
and cold.

[ laughter ]

I'’m only here to make sure
you'’re really going.

One day, you'’ll visit,

and I'’ll make you
eat sheep'’s stomach.

[ laughs ]

What is it?

[ indistinct conversation ]

Don'’t let anyone
poison you against
your own heart.

Go well, Scrapper.

PAGE:
All hail the king!

God go with you, Meg.

Be strong for England,

and be happy for yourself,

my queen of Scotland.

[ kiss ]

Guard her well,Thomas.

With my life,
Your Grace.

[ chuckles ]

[ horse neighs ]

HENRY:
Now we look to the future.

Tonight, we shall
have a feast...

a celebration, even.

Highness,
they sent you back Dominus,

and there is
a letter from the king.

I am invited to the palace
to dine this evening.

The king has
something to announce.

[ laughs ]

[ musicians playing ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ applause ]

PAGE:
His Royal Highness, the king!

[ applause ]

[ musicians stop ]

Please, be seated.

Please, sit down.

[ guests murmuring ]

Grief is an ocean...

that drowns everything...

breath, appetite...

even faith.

I have been away from you,

beneath the ocean...

searching for
something to cling to...

and I have found it...

England.

She is the finest kingdom
in all of Europe,

and I will stop at nothing
to keep her safe.

And I can think
of no better way to do so

than with a royal marriage,

a treaty of flesh and blood

that will make the rest
of Christendom

bow to us...

and not just for a generation...

but for generations to come.

As my wife died...

she made one last request of me.

And I have wrestled
with her request...

and I have decided
that I will honor it.

I will take Princess Catherine
of Aragon to be my wife.

To a nursery full of sons.

MAN: Full of sons.

[ women singing
in foreign language ]