All language subtitles for The Virgin Queen Afl.3.English

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I was starting to think

that your absence was from sulking, Robbie.

And what, and miss such a performance?

A puppet is still a puppet,
French prince or not.

Oh, hush will you.

Kill him!

A Jesuit missionary, found
spreading subversive propaganda.

Whatever the crime,
grisly fate for any man.

But then a man's fate lies
in his own hands, does it not?

Is this choice of being here too remind me

where my loyalties lie?

A lesser man might be insulted.

We're under no illusion, Master
Gifford.

The ten years we've kept the
Queen of Scots confined

has made her a martyr to
her Catholic supporters.

My Lord Burghley.

The gentleman I spoke of, Master Gifford

We also know... another attempt
to rescue her, has been devised.

It's details...we lack

The Catholic's League in
Europe is behind this one.

Once our freedom is secured,

King Philip has pledged
Spain's support to a...

To assassinate Queen Elizabeth
as a prelude to invasion.

And your role in this enterprise?

To act as... an intermediary,

to find a means of communication
with the Scottish Queen,

Seek her approval.

But...

your zeal of her security

has put play to her... her
contact with foreign powers.

If we were to be....less zealous,

allowing your access to her.

There was a man... who worked as her
page when first she knew him.

She sought sanctuary in England.

He volunteered to
orchestrate her rescue.

His name?

Anthony Babington.

As the noxious humor is released,

The diseased area is purified.

Your pain will ease.
* Theory of the 4 Moods-Medic. medieval*

What humor is out of balance?

The fourth...

His earth melancholy, my lord.

See how dark his blood is?

That signifies bile which...

Oh, yes, yes, uh...
carry on, do.

As for trying to keep
his visit a secret

by hiding him behind that screen...

They say every tavern in London laying bets

on when his betrothal
will be announced.

The Duke of Anjou is a
whey-faced brat half her age.

Such a man will never capture her hand,

much less her heart.

Oh, she seems most taken with him.

And last night, later.

When you were, um... indisposed?

It has transpired to everyone,
she was captivated by him.

He talked of nothing but
his wit, his intellect.

"My Prince Frog" she calls him,

and his emissary, Simier,
she calls her monkey.

Though I confess I
sometimes wonder

which of the two she prefers?

Precisely her purpose, Christopher...

to keep us all wondering.

The wonder is you are
so..gritless to fall for it.

The wonder is, she has not
yet guessed your own situation.

Throughout the world, you know

how she feel about
such a subterfuge

and the depth of her rage
should she discover it.

Let us hope your noxious humor

will soon be cured, My Lord,

For all our sakes.

Sir Francis Drake began
his passage here.

From Plymouth he sailed south...southward

And it was here that Sir Francis
faced his first challenge,

the mutiny of his crew.

But instead of punishing them,
he offered them their release.

Not a single man on his side.
Not one.

More pity for Spain and the
treasures you stole

from their colonies, My Lord.

Sir Francis is known for his
entrepreneurial spirit.

And at such a distance,
what could a poor queen do?

A mouse!

For the love of God!

Do not stay there!

Kill him!

For the queen, kill the beast!

Kill him!

Um...Babington letter to the, um, queen of Scotland.

Y...You can say that I don't deliver, sir.

How long to decrypt the code?

As long as it takes,
sir, as always.

Do not fail me, Master Gifford.

I can not concentrate
while being watched, sir.

Privacy, please.

Good morning sir.

Go..go!

Ahhhhh....Do something, you dolt heads!

Kill him.

Kill him, I said!

Marriage to Anjou
is the only option.

How else do we halt Spain’s
supremacy in the region?

They've already annexed Portugal

is England to be next?

If you know of a better protection

than an alliance with
France, My Lord, name it.

A treaty.

Treaties can be reneged upon.

The match ensures our security

and the succession in one stroke.

And if nothing else, puts
paid to the vile rumors

that I am barren born.

It has taken us years
of negotiation

to get this far with
the duke, My Lord.

Do not undermine that now,
for God's sake.

Marriage will make
the Papal Menace

vanish in a puff of smoke.

War with Spain will be averted and
the Catholics here, appeased.

The war will come to us

if people get wind of such a union.

They'd rather take on Spain
with their bare hands

than subsume to France.

Enough, My Lords.

Pick up the pace!

Our dinner is escaping.

If I could have a moment, Your Majesty.

The draft of my Act of Association

for your approval, Your Majesty.

Parliament is waiting for
your response to ratify it.

"Any claimant or his associates

conspiring to seize the throne

shall forfeit all right of succession. "

And their lives.

We all witnessed your distress

over the signing of the of the
Duke of Norfolk's death warrant.

This act absolves you of all
such onerous responsibility.

You will simply be
adhering to the law,

discharging your responsibility
to the state and allowing us...

I'm not so obtuse I cannot

grasp the implications, Sir Francis.

and if the claimant is ignorant of

any conspiracy on their behalf

on that count,

my sister could have
sent me to the scaffold.

As your heir, the Queen of Scots would do
the same given the opportunity.

And the blood she would shed
would not be yours alone.

Her ambition for making them
Catholic once more

would engulf your people in a civil war
more catastrophic

that anything your sister
ever inflicted on us.

The physician awaits, Your Majesty.

Amend it.

The claimant must have knowledge

of any conspiracy on their behalf.

Proven knowledge, Sir Francis.

My signature contingent on that.

As you know, Your Grace,

The purpose of my examination

is to ascertain whether there
is any physical impediment

to your bearing a child.

I'm afraid it
requires that I...

Do what you must, sir.

Get it over with!

I find nothing which
prevents Her Majesty

from bearing a child.

A sublimation code, see?

Every letter of the alphabet
is replaced by another.

These..uh.. coded symbols.

They indicate the key words.

Some letters appear with more frequency.

The letter E, for example...

But the content, sir!

Does Babington lay out the
details of their conspiracy?

If it sufficient?

"Proven knowledge" is
what Her Majesty demanded.

For that we need the
Queen of Scots response.

All shall come to ye who
waits, Master Phelippes.

Excuse me, sir.

Come come!

Come!

The Earl of Leicester,

they are close, are they not?

How close?

Tell me.

That, is the Queen's private business, Sir.

We are not permitted to
discuss such things

out of the bedchamber.

Then let us find the bedchamber then, eh?

I can tell you something

but I can't tell you here.

I see, eh.

The Earl of Leicester

has been so much a loyal friend, sir!

It's a sorry day when I listen

to poisoned mouths of others!

That you choose to indulge

gives you no credit credit, monsieur.

Your Majesty, he is not worth your loyalty.

He has betrayed you!

He has betrayed you.

May God strike me down if I tell a lie!

Who else knows?

Why was I not told?

Your audience with the queen

is delayed, my lady.

You dumb faced tone of a scallion...!

A lying, cheating naive!

A mangled heart is the
sign of a mongrel traitor!

My fault was ever to place my trust in you!

And if your slyness, your
treachery was not enough,

you dare to deny me the
chance of my own marriage,

While seizing it yourself
with that shame of...!

that vixen!

I don't offer you the chance
marriage a dozen times,

and a dozen times
you refused me!

And thank God for my wit that I did for my

masterful escape!

You are loathsome to my eyes!

I detest the very sight of you!

I have mortgaged my life

In the hope that someday
we would be together.

I have stood by and watched

while others fall at your feet,
flattering your vanity...

You did not go empty handed for your pains!

Well it was a poor exchange
for an empty bed!

This wretched vow of virginity

was your choice, not mine.

This marriage was when?

A year since past.

Was she still in my service

when it began?

After she left...when?

In your service.

It was...for comfort,
Bess, it was a diversion.

And when she left my court
to marry Walter Devereux

did you still partake of her comfort?

How fortuitous for you
both he died so suddenly.

Her son, who bears
Devereux's name ..

he too is called Robert, is it not?

Does he have dark eyes, like you?

Such a rank insinuation is
unworthy of you, Bess.

The bond we shared was
like no other, Robbie.

You have defied it.

So what's it to be

banishment again, Bess?

Another... mission abroad?

Henceforth, if I see
you, I shall not know you.

You are dead to me.

Look on her well, Lettice,

for there true loyalty lies,

It is a pity

you did not learn from
Kat's example, is it not?

I am heart broke,

Your Majesty, that.. we have
so incurred your displeasure.

and as we can not always choose
where loves arrows falls.

Such sentimental claptrap finds
no favor with me, madam.

Get up!

Imported silk?

From France.

The color is too
vulgar for my taste.

Gold?

I'm been told you also
run a lavish household.

A retinue of staff, distinct
soirees, hunting parties...

for all the world, the queen holding court.

I must occupy
myself some how,

whilst my husband tends you,

Your Grace.

Then I have some cheerful news for you.

His attentions on me is no longer required.

All gifts, gratuities and monopolies,

shall cease..forthwith,

along with his salary.

You must to live
within your means, Lettice.

Cut your cloth.

Though I doubt it would imported now.

Do you remember those many years ago,

when my sister held
us at the Tower?

Those long nights,
hearing the lions roar?

The screaming from the rack,

the stench of death
in our nostrils?

Come into my presence again,

and I fetch you back!

Go!

Go!

trounced again!

How does she do it?

They say that chess is the
gymnasium of the mind, My Lord.

Such a mind.

Such a body.

You are indeed heaven sent.

"My Lord Leicester has taken
ill, Your Grace.

He hope that you might attend to him.

How many times has he fallen
ill just to get my attention?

How many times have
I run to him?

I'm am done with this trickery.

Tell him to pack his bags, be gone!

Bess.

Thank God.

What, no fever?

Is that beyond your contrivance?

Your melodramas are always
entertaining, My Lord,

they light even the dullest day.

I know that companionship
with the flesh....

is a poor substitute for
what we both share, Bess.

I am but a man, after all.

That it had to be
her is what cuts.

Be thankful it was her.

In exchange for privileges,

she settled into a loveless marriage.

My heart lies elsewhere,
and we both know it.

Now tell me...

is it truly your world to

wed your frog prince, Bess?

Hmm?

You asked for your penance.
That is it, Robbie.

I will whom I shan't love.

and I do it for an heir.

A child.

I am of an age now when
the idea of that...

You have malingered long enough, My Lord.

You have duties at court.

It was a poor show
this time, Robbie.

Not up to your usual
performance.

Yes!

Your Majesty!

By one John Stubbs of Norfolk.
"The discovery of a vacant gulf

where as England is likely to be
swallowed by a French marriage.

"Let all true subjects know

that the queen is being led like
a lamb to the slaughter... "

"... in this disastrous union
with the Duke of Anjou.

"How can His Majesty surrender her
virginity to a foreigner...

and Catholic, be subject to his influence?

Has she forgotten the
bloody legacy of her sister

from such a match?

Proof of his deviousness,

is in his desire to marry
a woman... so many years older."

We must double the sentries

in your quarters.

Outside the palace,

an armed guard must
accompany you all the time.

And let my people think

I've succumbed to
this malicious spleen?

All copies of this profanity
must be confiscated.

I want this man Stubbs
apprehended and dealt with.

Hostility to your
projected marriage

is not limited to a handful of miscreants,

Your Grace.

The view is widespread
among your subjects.

And you, gentlemen...

where do you focus your
opinion now on this matter?

This decision is too weighted
to take alone, My Lords.

I must have your council on
how I am to proceed.

Advise me!

I can not wait for that
day, Your Majesty!

I will live for it!

Let the jewels on my dress

be like a thousand eyes,

so that my subjects know,
however distant,

I am always watching out for them.

And let there be no shadows
on my face or my neck,

for they accentuate age.

Immortal is the look we're
after, sir, and virginal.

Divinity, if you
can so render it.

My hair should be loose.

Oh, and make much of my hands!

Emphasize your slenderness,

Because I have been told that
they are my best feature.

Henceforth, when my people
think of their queen,

this is the image they must see.

Her reply,

the Queen of Scots writes
mainly of her rescue.

On the subject of assassination,
she is... more circumspect.

Your proven knowledge might
be hard to prove, sir.

I heard tell

when Her Majesty was to be
sent to the Tower by his sister,

she wrote begging her for mercy.

In order...that no
incriminating postscripts

could be later be added,
she drew lines like thus.

Pity her cousin
lacked such forethought.

Take this down.

"I would be be glad to know..."

Is this to be in...in
her coded letter?

Both the coded letter and the
transcription, Master Phelippes.

"I would be glad to know the
names of the 6 gentlemen

who are going to accomplish the
dispatch of the impostor queen.

With such knowledge, I may advise them

on how best to achieve
their mission.

As you see, her postscript is

in response to the Babington's letter.

I took the precaution
yesterday to order a search

in his quarters in Derbyshire.

Texts on encrypted codes
were secreted there.

Also drafts of letters
to her agents in Spain.

There is no question of her culpability.

Mr. Babington and his
associates should be rounded up,

brought to trial.

And the Queen of Scot!

If my cousin
confesses her guilt,

And vows to put an end
to her wretched plotting,

she will yet be pardoned.

The new Association
Statute dictates,

as claimant and chief conspirator,

she, too, must be
brought to trial.

Your Majesty, that is law now.

How pressing you were on that legislation,

Sir Francis.

I see now that I underestimated
you in that regard.

I will not make the
same mistake again.

My Lords, you shall attend to
the proceedings on my behalf.

Remember the eyes of the
world herald

the actions of us princes...
and judge us accordingly.

"Cousin, you have in various
ways and means,

attempted to take my life,

and bring my kingdom to
destruction by bloodshed.

These treason’s have been
proved against Babington,

and your fellow conspirators,

have been punished
for their actions.

Ii is my command that you answer
the peers of my kingdom,

as if I myself, were present.

Act honestly, cousin, and
you might yet attain my favor. "

30 noblemen commissioned
as judges, arranged thus.

Come on.

Put it there,

To indicate the presence of the
queen, in her absence.

And the Queen of Scot's?

If... if we place her adjacent,
that makes her an equal.

She goes there, where
we can read her face.

No, could you...?

Get this damn dog out of here!

We need chairs here and here.

"I repudiate the legality of
these proceedings against me.

Like you, as a queen I am

subject only to God's jurisdiction.

The evidence against
me is fraudulent.

I know nothing of this man Babington,

nor ever exchanged
letters with him.

I declare I would rather shipwreck my soul

than secure death."

He is tireless in her wretched
protestations of innocence.

I fear she is intent on

treating the trial as
a theater,

where she plays the
innocent martyr,

unjustly accused by her
heretic sister queen,

thus hoping to inspire her
Catholic supporters

to rise against you...
so destroy you after all.

Your commissioners have...

reached a verdict, Your Majesty.

The Queen of Scotland is guilty
of the charge of treason,

and to conspiring in your association.

As you know, the penalty
for such an offense is....

Death!

We two were ...........
upon our arms,

and this matter was just between us.

Even knowing that she
has sought my death,

I would never consent to hers.

But as I carry the burden
of my nation's welfare,

I must demand his blood.

Her co-conspirator were hung,
drawn and quartered, Your Grace.

Anything less than her death
will reek of nepotism.

Or worse... a vengeful queen
expunging her rival heir.

And her execution could yet
send clarion call to Spain...

to make good their threat....
send their Armada against us!

Be warned, cousin.

One day, you will be held to

accounts for your unjust
treatment of me,

For my blood and misery I
have endured at your hands,

will be remembered by every
Catholic of your kingdom,

and in Europe.

They will cross the water
and avenge my death.

The blood in your hands
will stain your kingdom,

for centuries to come.

Why can not some other
method be found..

Poison?

Do you think if
your hand is unseen,

God... will be lenient on you?

My enemies might.

Spain, to name but one.

You make such play to this queen
who she and you are alike.

Is it not in how you discharge

that duty where...the difference lies?

She has always let her
heart to rule her head,

Put passion before
politic need.

If you shrink before this duty now, Bess,

then indeed you risk the accusation
that you are alike.

As a woman, you are just
not equal to the task.

She will sign the death warrant.

Oh God in heaven, forgive me!

What have I done?

He was bound for France to collect salt,

and there was the Spanish fleet.

130 galleons, I counted.

Like a vast floating city, they
were, in half moon formation,

stretched near ten miles across.

The masts and prows are of
such height, Your Majesty,

such might it seems they
wiped out the very sky,

the ocean groaning
under their weight.

The beacons are lit.

They are sighted off the Cornish coast.

Heading which way?

Northeast, if my
intelligence is sound,

to anchor off Calais,

to wait for the second
fleet to embark from

Flanders here, and join them.

Then it begins.

Their soldiers are professionals,

expertly trained.

If they get to the channel,

they will sweep through Kent,

crush London within a week.

Not any of the Spaniards will
get through, sir,

not while I have breath!

What word from Plymouth?

Drake and the Western Squadron,

left under the cover of darkness.

and he means to get
behind the Spanish fleet,

and attack from the rear.

Let us pray to God that
the tides stay with them.

News, My Lords!

I lack news!

Is Isle of Wight secure?

Not barely, Your Grace.

Two galleons are lost to them.

Only two?

Then it is stalemated.

Drake's Squadron

Is even now pursuing them
towards the Straits of Dover.

Without sufficient
ammunition for his cannons,

Is all they can do.

And the fleet of Flanders?

Hold up by storms, My Lady.

Let us that it will be a

Protestant wind, My Lords,
that keeps blowing for us.

More papal propaganda the
Spaniards carry is of no interest.

"Incestuous bastard of the
depraved courtesan Anne Boleyn

cursed heretic, shame of her
sex and princely name "

Of no interest, indeed.

I fear it may
be of interest

to your Catholic subjects,
Your Grace,

Have faith, my lord.

they're English before
they are Catholics.

Oh God!
It's Queen Bess!

My God!
She's the Queen!

The Queen!

May God save the Queen!

God is with us, Your Majesty!

A statement from
Cardinal Don Pedro,

captured by Drake in Rosario.

"Upon our glorious
assault on England,

all heretics will be whipped
by chains until dead.

"Protestant children under
7 to follow their fathers;

the rest,

branded on the forehead with
the letter L of Lutherans. "

How very original.

When this is over, you'll
go to Buxton, Robbie.

Take the water.

Or I shall brand you myself!

The L shall not be for Lutheran,

But lunkhead!

The second fleet is set
to embark from Flanders.

Then in the name of
God, listen to reason.

For your own safety
you must return

to Whitehall.

The trust you put in your
people is worthy, Bess,

but if they turn against you,

There is no protection
for you here.

Or is it a martyr’s death battle

you hanker for,

and a hero's epitaph?

What greater purpose to a prince's life

than to teach us how to die?

They say the Queen of Scots

met her death with courage.

yet it took three strokes
of the axe to dispatch her.

After there was panic,

they thought they still
detected some movement in her.

It was just his horrible dog,
sheltering beneath her skirts.

I'm not yet her final epitaph.

When the executioner
lifted up her severed head,

it fell from his hand.

He was left only holding her wig.

There's a thin line between
respect and ridicule, is it not?

"My loving people, I
have always so conducted myself

that, under God, my
strength and safety lies

in the loyal hearts and
good will of my subjects

so I come amongst you at this time....."

"I come amongst you at this
time, not for recreation,

but being resolved that
amidst in heat of battle

to live or die among you all.

To lay down my for my God, and
my kingdom and my people,

my honor and my blood,
even in the dust. "

I know I have the body of a weak
and feeble woman,

but I have the heart and
stomach of a king...

and a king of England too!

And I think foul score that
Spain or any prince of Europe

should dare to invade the
borders of my realm,

to which, rather than face that dishonor,
I will myself take up arms beside you.

I will be your general
and your reward will be

your virtues in
the fields.

We know that you already
deserve rewards and grants,

and we do assure you,
in the word of prince,

they shall be paid to you.

And take heed to, of
my lieutenant general,

for no prince ever commanded

a more worthy or noble subject is he.

By your obedience to him,
for your valor in battle,

We shall yet win a famous victory

over those enemies of God...

For my kingdom
and of my people!

"Night of the 28th of July, 2
miles southeast of Calais...

Reinforced by Seymour
and Winters... "

They are celebrating.

The news should be...

Yes Yes!

Read! Read!

"Drake released eight fire ships

among the anchored the Spanish galleons,

to dislodge their formation.

believing the ships were
primed with gunpowder,

the Spaniards cut their anchors..... "

and fled in utmost confusion.

The running battle was there after
maintained near Gravelines.

So close were we to the enemy,

we were within speak one another.

Then the wind shifted,

what remained of the Amada
was swept by storms and gales

to flounder in the North Sea. "

And the Flanders' force?

Intelligence that the
Flanders force will not embark

without the protection
of the Spanish fleet. "

Then they are vanquished?

God breathed and
they were scattered!

We're saved, Robbie!

Majesty, please, I beg
you, open the door to me.

God bless you all!

this is not just a
Protestant victory,

but England's victory!

This is all our victory!

We are safe, Excellency!

Victory, My Lords, Victory!

My lord, we must make
the preparations.

For our celebration.

I will issue the proclamation

for a day of holiday throughout the realm.

And a new coin must be struck

in honor of our triumph.

And let us make a victory procession

to St. Paul's, to thank God...

So solemn on such a day, William?

Shame on you!

I must speak to you
alone, Your Grace.

As you know, after Tilbury,
the Earl of Leicester

Was going to journey to
Buxton to take the waters.

On route he fell ill with a fever,

and was forced to stop at his
hunting lodge in Oxford.

He was found there this
morning by his servant

Say it is not so.

Say it is not so.

He was alone when...?

Oh.

Oh, my heart is wrenched from me!

There was a letter
for you by his side.

Oh, God, not this.

Anything but this.

Your Majesty?

News from Ireland.

The wrecks of yet more of the Spanish fleet

are washed up on their shores.

They say that the coast is

littered with their corpses!

The Pope himself acknowledges

Your supremacy, Your Grace.

He said only a woman, Mistress
of one half of a small island,

yet you have made yourself feared by Spain,

by France and through all of Europe!

Majesty, enough now!

Throughout the realm your
people call your triumph

the greatest victory
since Agincourt,

and can not celebrate it
without you.

My Lord Leicester would
never want his passing

to eclipse your finest hour.

I humbly beseech you to
pardon your poor old servant,

being so bold in writing to
ask how my gracious Lady is.

As ever, your welfare
is all that consumes me.

As for my own poor case,

I am hoping to find a
perfect cure at Buxton

as you instructed,

so I can all the more quickly
return to your side.

Until then, as always,
I kiss your feet.

Your most loving, most
faithful servant, Robbie.

That young man yonder....

Do I know him?

Robert Devereux, Your Grace.

The second Earl of Essex.

My Lord Leicester's
stepson, Majesty.

Do you not remember?

I recall, My Lord,

when you were introduced to me
as a child, you shrank from me.

So afraid were you I might
deigned to kiss you.

I am a grown man now, Your Majesty...

and know better.

His son in all
but the name.