All language subtitles for The Sword and the Rose.en

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Muttering ]

[ Cheering, shouting ]

How go the honors, Henry?

Rack upon ruin.

The way these tricky
Frenchmen overmatch us,

they must have sold
their souls to the devil,

and that one's
the very devil himself!

Oh ho, brother, so
you've changed your tune.

Yesterday, you'd
sell your sister
to the French.

Only to get you
a royal husband.

And don't
brother and sister me
at a time like this!

Look you, ye beef-eating,
muscle-bound, flat-footed
bunglers.

How dare you
call yourselves Englishmen!

Is there no one here
who can throw me that
arrogant Frenchman? Well?

I would try,
your grace.

Who is that fellow?
A newcomer,
my lord,

late returned
from our foreign wars.

What do you know of him?
His name is Brandon.
He's a gentleman, sire,

though without title.
Title be hanged!
Can he wrestle?

[ Courtier ]
That I know not.
[ Henry ] Hmm.

Why not call upon my lord
of Buckingham? He could
humble the Frenchman.

That is, if he'd
hazard his finery.

With pleasure,
my lady.

We thank you,
Master Brandon.

But first
the Duke of Buckingham
will try a fall.

[ Frenchmen shouting,
laughing ]

[ Laughing ]

'Tis catch
as catch can, milord,
so watch out for his feet.

He broke Courtney's
neck with 'em.

Allez, Jacques!
Allez!

[ Shouting, cheering ]

[ Second ]
Watch his feet!

[ Englishmen ]
Hooray!

Bravo, Buckingham!
Bully boy, Ned!

[ Indistinct chatter ]

'Tis well you
chose the Duke.
Well, indeed.

I doubt if the newcomer
could have won for you.
So do I.

And yet, I wonder
how he would fare
against Buckingham.

My lord Duke.
Would you care
to challenge...

Master Brandon
to a fall?

[ Buckingham ]
If it please
your grace.

Henry, you must
stop it.

But it's heathen cruel.
It was you who
first proposed it.

You wanted
to see a Christian
thrown to the lion.

[ Man ]
Come on, milord!

Well done, fellow!
You're a credit to
England. Get up, Ned.

When you've recovered
from your beating, I'll
trounce you at cards.

Your Christian
bore himself
right manfully.

He'd make a handsome
captain of the guard.
No doubt he would,

but were I to make him
such, you'd drive him
from the court.

Why so?

'Cause I like him, and if
I liked him not, you'd
fall in love with him.

If you think me
so perverse,

why don't you try hating
old King Louis of France?

Very well, then,
I'll decise him.

Then I'll hate him too.

You scheming little wench!
But you'll marry him
nonetheless,

and I already have
guardsmen aplenty.

Will I ever learn not to
match wits with our king?

Brandon,
can this be you?

By Jove, you do make
a handsome captain
of the guard.

I, I feel more like
a pouter pigeon.

Nay. You're
a brave adornment
to the house of Tudor.

An honor I did not seek.
My mind was set on fortune
in the new world.

I merely wished to visit
our English court until
a ship came in at Bristol.

Why go a-chasing
halfway across the world?

Dame fortune's
an unpredictable wench.

She may be waiting
for you here.

She may well have
passed me by,

deeming me naught but
a monkey in a red coat.

Dame fortune
always knows a soldier.

The queen is less perceptive.

It seems her highness
mistakes me for an elder page.

She's charged me
to deliver a message
to the Princess Mary.

Well, that's
no unpleasant duty.

I pray you
help me find her.

The princess is with
her ladies
in the lower garden.

Thank you, sir.

And, Brandon...
Don't fall in love with her.

I didn't leave
my wits abroad.

Ah, but you haven't met
my Lady Mary.

Oh? Will I be blinded
at the sight of her?

Most men are.
Thank you, sir.

But have no fear.
We guardsmen never
look above us.

[ Ladies-in-waiting ]
Ah!

[ Ladies ]
Oh!

Behold.

[ Brandon ]
Ladies.

Have I the honor to find
the Princess Mary among you?

[ Murmuring ]

Is the Princess Mary
a person of so little
consequence...

That she is not known
to a mighty captain
of the guard?

[ Ladies giggling ]

Pray forgive a blundering
stranger of the court.

Since Princess Mary
is reputed to be gracious,

I presume
she cannot be here.

[ Ladies ]
Oh!

I am
the Princess Mary.

If you have a message,
captain, deliver it.

Will your ladyship
inform the princess that
her highness the queen...

Awaits her coming
in the estate chamber.

[ Ladies ]
Oh! Ooh!

[ Lady #1 ]
Insolent fellow!

[ Lady #2 ]
There's impertinence!

[ Lady #3 ] Grating guardsman!
[ Lady #2 ] He should
be put in the stocks!

I have never
seen the like.
Nor have I.

He acted like a man.
Oh!
[ Gasp ]

Was that fellow
being troublesome?

No, milord, he did but bring
a message from the queen.

What does that
Spanish woman
want of you?

I do not know,
but as I am compelled
to do her bidding,

the game goes
to you by default.

I'd not win that way.
There's only one game
I would win from you.

Oh, pray you, sir,
no more wooing.

You waste
your eloquence.

Very well,
milady.

Since eloquence
is denied me,
I'll use logic.

Would you prefer
King Louis for a husband?

So you would win
by default.

'Tis no
laughing matter.

I have no fear
of Henry.

Nor would it be
the first time he's
tried to trade me off.

It may be
the last.

The king has already sent
his lord chancellor to France
to conclude a treaty.

You're to be part
of the bargain.

And you would dare
to oppose the king
in this?

Milady, as lord high
constable of England,

I am master
of the tower,

and he who
commands the Tower,
commands London.

And maybe
the kingdom?

Dangerous words for the
proud, Plantagenet duke.

I pray you do not voice
such thoughts to Henry.

I do not covet
Henry's throne,
nor would I cross him.

But if it would
serve your need,
I'd risk my head.

Dear, kind Buckingham,
I wish I could say yes.

But since my heart
won't let me, will you
still remain my friend?

I will.

Good morrow,
Sister Kate.

When the Princess Mary
addresses me in public,

could she not find a term
of greater deference?

I paid your highness
the compliment...

Of calling you
my brother's wife.

I shall not presume
upon the intimacy again.
Thank you.

And did your grace command
me here to tell me this?

I am concerned
about your may day ball.
Oh?

It has come to my attention
that Sir Anthony Denny,

Sir Thomas Lovell,
Griffith and others...

Have as yet received
no invitation.

True, your highness.
And why not?

I have not as yet
made out the list.

But now
that the royal favorites
have been singled out,

I will give their names
my careful consideration.

May it please
the queen's grace.

Sir Edwin?

Good Sir Edwin, will our
master of the revels...

Prepare a list
of invitations
for my ball?

I will, milady.
The usual selection?

A new face
or two might make
a pleasing diversion.

A real break
with tradition, milady.

Say a captain
of the guard...

To add
a martial flavor?

I doubt if
the rowdy fellow
knows how to dance.

I'll wager
ten crowns he can.
Strike on it.

Supposing we settle it
tonight. If you brought
him privately,

we could try out his step
in my drawing room.

Excellent, milady.

In matters of this kind,
it's always best...

To observe the fellow
at close range.

� [ Slow-tempo Melody ]

�

I'm the richer
by ten crowns.

Will the princess forgive
my rudeness as a messenger?

It's I
who was wrong.

You could not
have known me.
I knew you.

Then I think you're
a very bold man.

And a very
good dancer.

Milady spoke too soon.
I have half forgotten
the step.

Had you no time
between wars...

For dancing with the French
and Spanish ladies?
On occasion.

But hardly
"la galliard."

What did they dance?
Why, nothing
but "la volta."

Oh, then I must learn it.
What shall the tune be?

Can you play
a Coranto?

Oh, it's much
too difficult for me.

Let me try it.

� [ Mid-tempo Melody ]

Sir! Boldness
has its bounds!
I beg your pardon?

Would you turn
our dancing floor
into a wrestling paddock?

On the contrary,
milady.

"La volta" has found favor
among ladies and gentlemen...

Of both the French
and Spanish courts.

But is that really
the way you dance it,

with your arm
around her --
their waist?

I should not have dared
to have ventured upon such
a familiarity otherwise.

[ Sir Edwin ]
Did you say
the French court?

Then as master of the revels,
I should see
more of this dance.

If the princess would be
so indulgent, might not
the Lady Margaret?

Milady has
no objection?

None whatever.

�
[ Lady Margaret ]
Oh!

[ Lady Margaret
laughing ]
Sir Edwin?

Do you think me
a prude?
Nay, indeed.

[ Lady Margaret ]
Oh, it's just
like flying!

Whoo!
[ Laughing ]

You're here as a guardsman?
As a gentleman.

Then I must ask you
to leave as a gentleman.

This is not
a common revel.

Did you hear me,
fellow?

Milord, you should
know better than to draw
your sword in the palace.

As captain of the guard,
I've a mind to clap you
in the gatehouse.

My lord duke!

Master Brandon did not
thrust his way in here...

But came at the
personal invitation
of the princess.

Pray excuse us.

It is well
you took him
by surprise.

The duke's the deadliest
swordsman in the kingdom.

The Italian dueling masters
taught me a trick or two.

Room, room, room,
for the king's grace!

[ Guests ]
Ahh!

Is the princess
ready to choose
her partner...

For the honor
of the opening dance?

[ Guests gasp, murmur ]

[ Murmuring ]

[ Guests gasp ]

� [ Fanfare ]

� [ Slow-tempo
"La galliard" ]

�

�

�

�

[ Music stops ]

� [ Mid-tempo
"La volta" ]

Well, sir?

[ Guests gasping,
murmuring ]

Henry!

Bid the music cease!

[ Staff banging ]

[ Music stops ]

Are the musicians
weary?

I ordered
the music stopped.

We cannot permit such
an indecent exhibition.

If your highness
does not like the way we
do and dance at my ball,

you may retire
as soon as you see fit.

Will the king
permit me to be
insulted thus?

I told you
she had sharp claws.

Shall I not have
what music and dances
I like at my own ball?

That you shall,
sister mine!

Come, let the music
knock it!

We'll learn the step
ourselves and wear you
ladies out at dancing too.

� [ "La Volta" ]

Masterly.

Perfection itself,
your grace.

Master Brandon taught you
this dance, didn't he?

Yes, Brother.
For mirth and play,
that fellow has no equal.

Pity he's only
a commoner.

�

�

[ Shouting ]

[ Squawking ]
No.

You've done more than
your share today, my beauty.

She has flown enough.
'Tis time we tried
the crossbow.

Now we'll see who's
been obeying my edict
to practice archery.

[ Henry ]
Ready your bows.
You too, Brandon.

Set in the dogs.
Ho, ho, ho!

[ Dogs barking ]

Well aimed,
your grace!
Fine shot, sir.

Bravo!
Well done,
Brandon!

I was but following
the royal example.

You ride ahead.
Go on.

Master Brandon!
Master Brandon!

I fear the girth
is loose.

[ Dogs barking
in the distance ]

'Tis tight as the horse
can well bear.

It's loose, I say.

[ Whinnying ]

I'm afraid
you were right.

Help me down.

The way you scowl,
I marvel that you came
to my rescue at all.

'Tis a guardsman's
duty to watch over
the royal princess.

A duty you've been
neglecting of late.

The king has kept us
busied with the hunt.

The while our summer beauties
are left to wither and die.

Did you never gather
a nosegay for a lady?

Then it's time you did.
'Tis my royal command.

And while you're
about it, I'd have you
compose me a sonnet.

A sonnet?
I would not dare.

Can this be the bold
Charles Brandon?

Were I
a better poet,

and you, perchance,
a burgher's daughter,
I might be tempted.

Pretend I am
a burgher's daughter.

Oh, please, sir,
will you try?

By royal command?

And sovereign decree.

O Mary mine, if thou wert
a burgher's daughter --

O Mary mine, wert thou
a burgher's daughter --

[ Mouthing words ]

[ Chuckling ]

Go on.

[ Clears throat ]

O Mary mine, wert thou
a burgher's daughter,

yet thy fair self
in every other way,

I'd take thee with me
o'er the perilous water...

To the new world,
where none could say us nay.

O Mary mine,
sole mistress of my heart,

fair jeweled star
set in the heaven above,

thou art a princess
in a world apart,

of castles, diadems,

and of courtly love
beyond my dreams,

for kings
will give thee gold,

and princes
bring thee gems
from distant lands.

The only wealth
that I may ever hold...

Are these fair flowers
for thy maiden hands.

Yet fragrant they'll remain,
and richly green,

if they're remembered
by a golden queen.

Oh, Charles.

How can you be so cruel?

In order
to be kind.

Is it kind to throw
my royal station
in my face?

I must not
forget it, milady.
I would, if you would let me.

Help me, Charles.

Milady,
I beg of you.

Am I a statue
on a pedestal?

[ Lady Margaret ]
Milady!

The hunt has
reached the castle.
You will be missed.

[ Henry ]
Ned!

What think you if I were
to bestow knighthood
upon Charles Brandon?

A man of parts and
quite deserving,
no doubt.

No doubt
at all.

If you did
bestow knighthood
upon Charles Brandon,

I'm sure
the Princess Mary
would be overjoyed.

What?

Fiddle-faddle. That's
the general epidemic...

As far as
she's concerned.

Every man at court's
been struck.

But has
the Lady Mary herself
ever been smitten before?

No, by Lucifer,
she hasn't.
Your highness.

My lord chancellor
and the ambassadors
from France...

Beg audience
with your grace.

Send them in.

King Louis must have
come to terms.

That's the physician
to cure my little sister.

"O Mary mine,
sole mistress
of my heart --"

How does it go,
Charles? The part
about the star?

Oh, I've forgotten,
milady.

Then you shall make me
another verse tomorrow.
Au revoir.

Good-bye, milady.

My name is Mary.
Princess Mary.

Good-bye.

And, in conclusion,
your grace,

Would signalize
the alliance...

And guarantee everlasting
peace and amity between
England and France...

By taking unto himself
in marriage...

The king's own sister,
the Princess Mary Tudor.

It likes us well,
this loving offer...

From our dear brother
of France.

And how much English gold
does he want to sweeten
the bargain?

My most gracious master
wishes it understood that
the matter of dowry...

Is of secondary
importance.

The person of the princess,
seen by him only on
this painted medallion,

bespeaks a maiden of so mild
and gentle a nature...

That our king already
anticipates a love match.

Then you'll forego
the dowry?

Not quite,
your grace.

The sum of...
Half a million crowns
has been proposed.

Half a million?

Odd's death! Why doesn't
that old usurer ask me
to melt down my crown!

[ Squawking ]

Give me leave,
good friends of France.

A word with
my counsel first.

My lords,
I'm no huckster
and no haggler.

Let's offer old goat face
half of what he asks and
see if he'll accept it.

I bargained
with Louis
for days, sire.

400,000 is
the very least
they will consider.

Even so, they wish
the world to believe
the sum a half a million.

Let the world think the sum
a billion, so be it we save
a fifth of the gold.

I propose you raise
the full 500,000 crowns.
What?

Give them
their 400,000,

and put the odd 100,000
in your own private coffers,
my king.

Ah!
Well hit,
my lord chancellor.

What say you,
Ned?

Our English citizens
might prefer to see
their princess...

Wedded to an English lord.

Whose sister is she?
Theirs or mine?

By my faith, Ned,
I'm all amazement.

Would you deny me
a paltry 100,000 crowns?

Nay, not so, sir!

Then you shall raise
the money.

Our citizens of London
will listen to you.

Me, milord King?
Aye. Take it up with
the mayor and corporation.

They'll kick
like mules
at such a tax.

Why did I make you
my lord high constable?

If they refuse,
clap 'em in the tower;
that'll make 'em disgorge.

And the lesser rogues
will follow their example.

'Tis settled, sir.

Wolsey will disclose
the final terms
of the agreement.

Merci, sire.

And now, if I may
wait upon the princess,

I have gifts
from my royal master.

Poor though they be,
they will serve to exhibit
his love and esteem.

Sir John! Go to
the Princess Mary and
bring her to us straight.

Thank you. Meg, I may
as well tell you that
I am mightily displeased.

A princess is not entitled
to much privacy, I know,

but certain things cannot
be shared with a prying,
meddlesome Abigail.

I quite understand,
milady.

When a princess stoops
to pursue a commoner,

she must, indeed,
want privacy.

But what about
the commoner?

Would you put his neck
in jeopardy for the sake
of a springtime dalliance?

Dalliance?
I pray
it is no more.

And what
if it is?

Then God defend you both.

[ Knocking ]
Yes?

With license
of your highness,

the king commands you
to the royal presence.

The French ambassador
would offer his devoir.

Inform the king that I
am not disposed to come.

I will convey
your apologies to his grace --

No apologies. Just say
that I will not come!

Milady, you were born
to marry royalty.

The king will see
that you do.

It's time that you all
understood that Mary Tudor...

Will marry a beggar
if she chooses.

Y-your grace,
my liege.

The princess
wishes me to convey --
Come, Sirrah, speak up.

She says
she will not come.

What?
Is this an answer?

Am I to be flouted
under my own roof?
Defied by this titmouse?

Oh!

Odd's thunder!
If she'll not wait upon us,
we'll wait upon her!

Where is she?
Milady is indisposed.

Mary!
Yes?

Come forth and receive
the ambassadors of France!

I command you!
Do you hear?

Yes,
Brother dear.
Are you coming?

No,
Brother dear.

Well met,
Brother.

Come in, gentlemen.
I will arise at once...

And receive you all
informally.

Cover yourself,
hussy!

Oh, nay, Brother.
When the king commands,
I must obey.

Milady!

[ Muttering ]

What a captain-general that
jolt-head would have made
had she only been a man.

My lord king?
Huh?

A word with you
alone, sire.

[ Whispering ]
Hmm!

We must forgive
the Lady Mary,
milords.

The sudden shock
of great events...

Has quite disordered
the delicate maiden
balance of her mind.

Let us to our palace
at Greenwich...

And leave the princess
to the quiet of Windsor.

I can assure you that
when next we see her,

she will have remembered
the manifold gifts
and kindnesses...

She has received
from an indulgent brother...

And the duty she owes
our royal person!

Come, let's to
Greenwich straight!

[ Door slamming closed ]

As soon as they've departed,
send word to Charles Brandon.

Tell him to meet me
in the library presently.

Milady, I beg you
not to continue
in this madness.

The king will have
his way in the end.
Not if I make haste.

Mary -- milady.
If you won't serve me,
find me a page.

You know I will
do your bidding.

Your highness.

Where is
Charles Brandon?

He resigned
his place at court
and is off to Bristol,

there to take ship
for the new world.

Without a word
of good-bye?

And I thought his mention
of the new world mere poetry.

It was a decision
he could not have
made lightly, milady.

[ Henry ]
Well met, Sister.

Go to her,
De Longueville.

Permit me,
most gracious princess,

that I may have the honor,
on behalf of King Louis,

to offer this
little testament...

Of his admiration
and love.

This is my answer,
sir.

Go home and tell
your silly old master...

That it is thus
I regard his suit!

Let me pass!

[ Henry ]
By the soul of my father
and holy church,

you'll marry
Louis of France
within a fortnight,

or I'll have you
whipped to death
on Smithfield pillory!

To horse!

[ Sea gulls
screeching ]

There you are,
captain.

Thank you,
sir.

You'll find your quarters
of the very best, sir.

Now, if you'll just whistle up
a good westerly wind...

Come 50 days, I'll have you
in the new world.

If we get the breeze,
when do we sail?
On the first tide, sir.

We'll send a boat
ashore for you
all in good time.

[ Ship's bell
clanging ]

There's no hurrying
the tide.

I'll warrant you
a good five hours before
yon ship weighs anchor.

Be at your ease
now, sir, and drink
your morning beaver.

Charles!

Lady Mary!

Are you alone,
my lady?

You must be mad!
A princess cannot
run away.

How many hours of grace
do you think you'll have...

Before the king's officers
catch up with you?

No one saw me leave.
And long before I
can be apprehended,

you and I will
be on our way
to the new world.

It's out
of the question.

How can you say that?

Perhaps you do not
feel about me as I
do about you.

I wish it were
as simple as that,

but the fates
are against us.

As yet no sailing master
will permit a woman on
so long and perilous a voyage.

All that I know.

But any gentleman may
take his page along.

You'd hazard this
for me?

Your breeches
are too short.
Untruss your points.

Now let's
see you walk.

Don't
overdo it.

That's better.
Now you must not smile.

You're far too beautiful
when you smile.

Oh, Charles!

Now scowl.
That ship's master's
no fool.

Here, boy,
my sword.

Now fall in
behind me.

[ Sailor ]
Ahoy, maintop!

Clear off
the arm!

Haul away!

[ Indistinct
shouting ]

Here you are,
sir.

Now there's
courtesy for you.

Or is that what passes for
shore manners these days?
Sir?

Are you wont to let
your page elbow you
out of the doorway, sir?

No, by thunder!

Pardon, Master.
I forgot myself.

[ Charles ]
Very well, but I'll cuff you
if you do it again!

[ Door slamming
closed ]

Does he suspect?
No, but I'll feel safer once
we're out of Bristol Harbor.

Of course, he must
never know that
you're a princess.

I think we may
count on THIS:

Should he discover
that you're a woman
once we're out to sea,

he'll come to terms
rather than put back.

Very well, then.
I'll not show my face
outside this cabin.

Weigh anchor!

[ Whistle blowing ]
[ Sailor ] Aye, aye, sir!

Oh, let me do it.
I must learn.
[ Sailor ] Anchor away!

We're moving.
[ Sailors ]
� Heave Away, Boys �

[ Ship's bell clanging ]
[ Mary ] Oh, Charles!

[ Knocking ]

� [ SAILORS:
Indistinct singing ]

Captain's respects, sir.
All hands on deck to drink
a round to the voyage.

I'll do the honors
for both of us.

[ Laughing ]

Rouse out,
ye lubbers!

Here's your
wine, sir.

Where's your page,
Master Brandon?

All must drink,
sir. We'll have
no Jonahs aboard.

The poor lad's
under the weather.
Sick, is he?

Well, sick or not,
let's have him out here.

I'll
fetch him.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

A pint of wine will do him
more good than a drench.

[ Laughing ]

[ Captain ]
Fill another bowl.

And a drink
for you, sir.

Now then,
bon aventure!

[ All shouting ]
Bon aventure!

Caps
overboard!

[ All ]
Hooray!

Hold there, young fellow!
Would you slight an old custom
and put a hex upon our voyage?

Come, lad.
You're no better
than your master!

Chuck
your hat over!

Bilge and bedlam!
'Tis a wench!

A pretty lad.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Set the sails aback!
Pull up the long boat!
Aye, aye, sir.

So you'd sail under
false colors, would you?

Why, with a woman
aboard my ship,

we'd be at the bottom
of Davy Jones' locker

before we're halfway
down the Channel.

Here's your passage money.
Put them ashore!

Charles
Brandon?

I arrest you
in the king's name
for high treason.

I am charged to convey you
to the Tower of London.

Your royal highness will
accompany me to the royal
palace at Greenwich.

A private word with
Master Brandon first.

Do not despair, Charles.
You will not languish
in the Tower.

So long as I live,
my thoughts will be of you.

I know
my brother Henry.

Once he's shouted
himself hoarse, he will
be reasonable enough.

Good-bye,
dear Mary.

You and I will be
together within a week,

or my name
is not Mary Tudor.

Nor can it be
otherwise...

Until I add
the name of Brandon.

My lord cardinal,
good morning.
And to you, Ned.

God save your grace.
[ Buckingham ]
My liege, I thank you.

What's
your business?

[ Wolsey ]
The matter of Charles Brandon.
That traitor!

Since the abduction
of a princess is an act
of high treason,

a warrant has been drawn up
for his execution.
Hmm.

[ Knocking ]
Hmm.

[ Whispering ]

Your grace, her highness
Princess Mary has arrived
and begs an audience.

She does, does she?

Tell the wanton,
shameless drab she needn't
show her face to me!

[ Henry ]
Hold!

Have her in.
We'll receive her.

I hope I find
you well, brother.

Well enough.

I see
you're blooming.

Nothing like a sea voyage
to put a glow in
a maiden's cheek.

Brother, what I have
to say would be
better said in private.

I've no secrets
from my counselors.

Well?
I am here not
on my own behalf,

but to speak for
Charles Brandon.

His arrest
is unjustified.

No doubt of it.
A mere matter of high treason,

causing trouble between
England and France.

And compromising
the king's sister
as a common jade!

He did nothing
of the kind.

You may accuse me
of indiscretion,
but nothing more.

Thanks to
Charles Brandon.

Hmm? When you attend
the rites tomorrow,

do not fail to convey
our gratitude
to Master Brandon.

Do you intend to stretch
his neck or shorten him?

A prisoner of such
consequence deserves the
dignity of the ceremonial ax.

He does indeed!

You mean,
he must suffer death?

It's the usual result
when the head is
separated from the body.

If there is any guilt,
it is mine.

Charles Brandon did not
offer to take me
to the new world.

I forced myself
upon him.

If you are determined to
punish someone, punish me.

Your pleading comes too late.
The warrant's signed.

Please, my brother.

Spare him, and I will
do anything you ask.

Will you marry
Louis of France?

Yes...

Even that.

I wonder, your grace,
if it would be wise?
Eh?

Might she not endanger
our treaty being
at best an unwilling wife.

Our relations with France
are in delicate balance.

Dare we run the risk
of further insults...

Flung in the faces of those
we would embrace as friends?

My liege, if I may
make so bold.

'Tis said that when
the Lady April mates
with December,

she is looking forward
to a warm July.

So, my lord, with
the Princess Mary.
Louis is old.

'Twill be a world's wonder
if he lasts a 12-month.

Now, might not the lady
behave more dutifully in
France,

if the choice of a second
husband could be her own?

Well and good!
You have our promise!

Anyone I may
choose?

Even the devil
himself...

So be it you hurl no coronets
while Louis lives.

And now will my dear,
kind brother let an
innocent man out of the tower?

No. We will release
the prisoner when you've
proven yourself a queen.

But one more trick,
even an interchange of letters
between you and that fellow --

Inform the French ambassador
the marriage can go forward.

And now, if you please,
milord.

Bless you,
my daughter.

Thank you...
With all my heart.

I have but one
CONSOLATION:

And since I cannot
go to him,

will you tell him of
my bargain with the king?

I will.
My truest friend.

And most devoted.

� [ Bells Pealing ]

� [ Fanfare ]

[ Cheering ]

My lords, today we have added
to our fleur-de-lis...

This loveliest
English rose.

Ye noble knights, come.
Pledge with me your love.

The queen of France!
� [ Fanfare ]

�

Cousin Francois,
since my queen is
a stranger among us,

a pleasant labor
falls to your lot.

As dauphin and my heir,

I appoint you and the
Princess Claude, your wife,

as guides and governors in all
matters that should concern...

A queen of France.

You shall find me
ever willing,
sovereign lady.

You are quiet, Mary,
and you neither eat nor drink.

This kingdom of France
quite overwhelms me.

So it must,
my love.

But soon I will
take you away from
all these staring faces...

Where we'll
be alone together.

Not so, majesty, our guests
have come to honor us.

If I seem to mope,
do not indulge me...

But rather show me
my duty.

Show them your duty.
Me, your love.

Sire, as your physician,
I beg of you...

That in consideration
of your delicate health --

Listen!
Old pills and plasters!

'Twas I got married today,
not you!

Hmph!

Sovereign lady,
red wine of Burgundy...

Serves the need of our
most beautiful queen.

Thank you.

Milady, please
accept another one.

Merely to watch
such loveliness
waste her warm lips...

Upon the cold glass
has quite intoxicated me.

Pray keep your
compliments for she
who has a right to them.

Who would live
by candlelight once
he has seen the sun?

[ Thud ]

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Avert the eyes!

I fear, your highness, that
under the circumstances,

I must be in
personal attendance
upon His Majesty...

Throughout
the entire night.

I quite understand.

[ Keys jingling ]

So your lordship has
finally condescended
to pay me a visit.

What has prompted this
extraordinary honor?

A promise I made
to Her Royal Majesty,
the queen of France,

she that was
Mary Tudor...

And is now the bride
of King Louis XII.

You find that hard
to believe?

I do.

What boundless simplicity.

Are you dolt enough to imagine
that because a princess...

Had a last fling with you
that she'd marry a commoner?

Oh, she wept,
I'll admit.

And before she accepted
the crown of France...

And the jewels
and the silken gowns,

she had an hour's remorse
over you.

In fact, she wrung a promise
from me since she could not
move the king on your behalf.

It was her wish, no doubt
to still her conscience,

that you be allowed to
pursue your interrupted
journey to the new world.

Most thoughtful of her.
And you'll take it on
yourself to release me?

Not openly, no.

I dare not risk
the king's displeasure,

however much I
may desire to oblige
the exalted queen of France.

But an escape
might be arranged.

Is the king ready?
His Majesty is now being
elevated, your grace.

I love these early
hours in the park.

And the late ones
in the ballroom,
dancing the night away.

The hours fleet
so swiftly when I am
dancing with my king.

I like this gay life too.
I have never felt younger.

But when will we
be alone together?

We are alone
together now.

Well... Yes.

But always in sight
of others.

Others?
I can see no others
when I'm with my king.

Have I ever told you how...
Gallant and commanding
you look astride a horse.

How dashing!

Allons!

A moi.

Allez, venez.

[ Whinny ]

Ammenez tout
de suite le roi.

At last I have caught up
with the queen of my heart.

Your queen prefers
to ride with her king.

Impossible.

Be not dismayed, Madame.
Life will not
always pass you by.

One day you will have
a real king for your husband.

Never! Nor are you
worthy to be king.

Worthy or no,
you will soon make me one.

Each morning I think,
"She will put an end to
that weak old man today."

Tout passe,
tout lasse, tout casse.

And why,
as you English say,

the pace that kills.

Is he
greatly exhausted?
Worse than that.

His condition gives me cause
for the deepest concern.

I did not realize how...
Very frail he is.

I pray you, Madame,
it would be malavise
to disturb him now.

I will keep
you informed.

Margaret, I want you to go
on a mission to England.

At once.

Arrange for Sir Edwin
to accompany you.
And leave you here alone?

King Louis is dying,
Margaret.

He may not
last the day out.

When he is gone,
you know what lies
in store for me.

Dispatch you now
to London in all haste.

Seek out my trusted friend
the Duke of Buckingham
at the Tower.

[ Margaret ]
Milady has kept the terms
of her agreement.

She would have
her brother keep his.

Now that the French marriage
has ended,

she begs you
to exert your influence
with King Henry.

Urge him to release Charles
Brandon from the tower...

And send him
straight to France.

Would that I might.

Milord?

Charles Brandon attempted
a foolish escape and
was killed by the guards.

His body lies
at the bottom of the Thames.

Poor, hapless man.

And milady,
my poor dear Mary.

What will become
of her now?

We must seek the king
without delay.
You cannot.

His grace is in
the north country.

[ Sir Edwin ]
Every moment increases
the danger for Mary.

Francois will
scarce be crowned before
he forces himself upon her.

Then I myself shall go
to France at once.

Tell Henry when he
returns his sister's
plight was such...

That I took it upon myself
to serve as his ambassador.

Me master.

Would you be
Sir Edwin Caskoden?
I am.

It's been a main hard
task searching you out, sir,

among the highroads
and byroads and little
small lanes of London.

Day after day
I watched and asked
and waited for you...

'Til I fair forget
me gainful occupation
of selling Coster apples.

Thank you, sir,
and God bless you, sir.

Do you know where
the man who wrote
this letter is lodged?

Lodged is the
grand word indeed.

Me pigs lie better
than that poor gentleman.

Can you take us to him?
I can, sir.

Though the sight of
so a fine lady
on bankside might...

Draw attention as you
might say where 'twould
better go unnoticed.

I'll go on to Greenwich
and await you there.

I pray
it is true.

Your Majesty, his grace,
the Duke of Buckingham.

My counselors inform me that
my dear brother of England
wants his sister back.

He does, your majesty.
And I want her to
remain here in France.

I shall make her
my queen.

But what of Your Majesty's
present wife?

The kingdom comes first.

Indeed my mind is so
set upon an alliance
with England...

That I must
harrow my heart...

And set aside
my dear wife, Claude.

I know my master, sire.
Henry of England
will never agree.

I know him too.

How vexed he was at the
exorbitant sum he sent to
France for Mary Tudor's dowry.

But I would ease his mind
and gladden his heart.

Already I have dispatched
my ambassador to restore the
full sum to his royal coffer

in lieu
of his fair sister.

Has the Lady Mary
been told of this?

The matter does not
concern her as yet.

I would speak
with her.
Milord,

you waste your time.

I have my orders.
My coach leaves Paris at noon.

I expect Mary Tudor
to be in it.

Even though you take
her home, Henry will
send her back to me.

That's for Henry
to decide.

Tres bien.
L'audience est terminee.

Depars!

My dear, dear friend,
again you have rescued me.

Was there ever another
such as you?

And now tell me
what I want to know.

What would you hear first?
About Charles Brandon,
of course.

What is it?

Would the king not
let him leave the Tower?

He left it,
but in the dead of night.

The guards,

knowing only that he was
an escaping prisoner --

Why did he do it?

My dear, he was
a most adventurous man.

So restless
a spirit...

Could never be
imprisoned.

There she is, flying
Buckingham's flag.

[ Sir Edwin ]
They're awaiting his return.

We could waylay
him on the road
from Paris to Calais.

I'd rather seek him out
than wait an ambush.

Where are we?
The little church
at Wimille.

You almost slept
the clock 'round.

While they're changing horses,
you shall have
some refreshment.

I could not eat.

You must. Come, Father Pierre
is noted for his hospitality.

Il faut bien manger
pour affronter
les crises de la vie.

Life should seem better
on a fine morning like this.

And you've a long life
ahead of you, Mary.

Are you strong enough
to face another dilemma,

almost as intolerable
as the first?

I'll face it better
in England.

You may not remain in England
unless we solve it now.

It wasn't easy to free you
from King Francis.

He let you go only because
he's certain to have you back.
Never.

He's already sent to Henry

the full amount of the dowry
you brought Louis.

With it he hopes
to buy you for himself.

Henry will refuse it.

400,000 crowns?

And all for his
private coffers.

He promised me my choice
of a second husband.

You heard him.
'Twas you who proposed it.

Thank God I did.

You and I shall hold him
to that promise.

We've only to step into
that little church and
Father Pierre will marry us.

Then you need fear no king
on either side of the water.

No one can take the place
of Charles Brandon.

I will not be demanding.
I will respect your grief.

Then remain my friend.

Please do not talk
of love again... Ever.

Don't touch me!
You were less squeamish
with Charles Brandon.

Am I so low and loathsome?
The blood of Plantagenet kings
flows in my veins,

you brat
of a Welsh farmer.

You'll have me, madam,
or I'll take you straightway
back to King Francis.

Charles!

The foremost knight and first
swordsman of England...

Forgot that killing
never thrives by proxy.

Mary, you start ahead
with Sir Edwin.

Will you let me draw?

Did you let me?

I do not cross swords
save with an equal.

But I would make you
the exception.

Thank you, milord duke.
Once I've seen milady safe,
I shall accept with pleasure.

Milord!
Come on!

Hurry!

They've got Her Highness
with 'em! Come on, lads.

Hold them off until
I get Mary aboard the lugger.

Have at them!

[ Shouting ]

[ Groan ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

They say in Italy it is
not all brawn and hewing
that makes a swordsman,

but the parry and thrust.

You need two hands
for this game.

[ Groan ]

I've the weapon
for him, sir, if
you'll say the word.

Stand back.

Ain't you going to do
for him, sir?

I could not be
so merciful.

[ Henry ]
Mary!

Your grace.

Oh, Henry!
Dear, dear Henry!

If you knew what it was
like to be home again!

Come, come now.

Pardon my emotion,
Brother.

It's just the sight of
your good English face.

Ah, enough of this!
You've no cause
for such display!

No cause!

Do you know
what I've suffered
at the court of France?

The vile insults
I've endured...

From that licentious dauphin
now puffed up into a king?

You could not dream
of the contempt in which he
holds your royal person...

Nor his palpable scorn
of our island kingdom...

Headed by
the prince of usurers.

How now, milord, think you
to bribe the king of England
like some house lackey...

Or common scullion?

Permit me, sovereign lady,

I do but bear a gift
of treasure from
His Majesty King Francis,

who begs of you to make him
your husband.

I already
have a husband.

Brandon!
I thought you were dead.

A false impression
created by the Duke
of Buckingham, your highness.

Buckingham?
Where is Buckingham?

Your grace, I know
something of this matter.

Sir Edwin bears witness
that the duke of Buckingham
paid the assassin...

And dares not show
his face in England.

We'll deal with him hereafter.
With you, Charles Brandon,
now. Come here, sir

how dare you marry
into the royal house
without our consent?

It was with
your consent, my king.

I had your plighted word given
before our eminent cardinal...

That I might choose
a second time
as my heart led me.

Only forgive my widow's
sensibility that shunned the
royal pomp and public show...

Attendant on a second wedding
and chose instead...

A simple service
at a quiet church in Dover.

You modest violet.

You shrinking,
blushful daisy.

Pray take the gold away
and tell your wicked master...

That the king of England
is not yet so mean...

That he would sell
his sister into slavery.

[ Charles ]
Mary!

Forgive my lady wife,
sire, if sometimes she is
forward and forgets herself.

The gold is not yours
to accept or refuse.
'Twas given to the king.

Forgive her too for her
unseemly words against
the generous king of France,

who, out of his largess,
has sent your royal person
this pledge of his affection.

Should you not
consider it, sire, like
the Lady Mary herself...

As a loan repaid?

Monsieur,
il faut consulter.

Hands off!

Rather than be thought
churlish or ungentle,
we will accept the gold.

Convey to our dear
brother of France
our heartfelt thanks!

We cry you mercy.
Here we recovered
our sister...

And gained
a newfound brother.

And now we would
be alone.

Charles, we owe you much.
What do you want?

I have all I want.
I haven't.

He'd make a handsome
duke of Suffolk.
Hmm?

Eh? Yes!
I'll make him duke of Suffolk!

Thank you,
Brother.

No!
I earned that money.

It was given to me!
Eh, Charles?

The title alone
will not feed us.

Very well, I'll give you
20 manors and their rents
to gild the title.

Brother, my own dear --
No!

No more!
The dukedom and 20 manors
on one condition!

That you take this plaguey,
conniving little baggage down
to Suffolk and keep her there!

If she remains at court,
she'll wheedle my ears
from me!

And, Charles,
beat her thrice a day.

Ha-ha-ha!

And now, sir,

how dare you take me to task
in front of the entire court?

I love you.