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You're my Elizabeth...

and no one else is to play with you.

You have the backing

of every single Catholic in this country.

I question why we are asked to fund

a war we were told was won.

Because it was! Or do you believe

stealing a girl away in the middle of the night

and pleading for French assistance the act of winners?

- [fireworks popping] - [cheers]

All this for me?

[Henry] My wife questions whether you and Catherine

are the best guardians for Jane,

matching her with the king in the future.

Listen! I am meant to conduct--

Enough!

You are in this room not to rule

but to learn from those that do, from me.

[Catherine] What you've done does not matter.

It's what people think you have done

that is all that matters now.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[soft tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Your hands are cold.

All those things that upset you...

just leave them behind at Chelsea.

You'll make yourself unwell.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Is it not to your liking, Princess?

Perhaps she's tired.

She is present.

[Joan] Forgive us.

My sister so oft talks of Your Grace.

Sir Anthony and I'd likely feel

quite as much affection for you as she.

Affection must not slip into overfamiliarity, though.

I know you find me rude, Princess.

I do apologize for it every time.

But overfamiliarity is a charge I will not take.

I held your father, the king's, hand

as he lay dying.

So if not you, your kin,

I am familiar with.

Are you familiar with any of my letters today, Sir Anthony?

[quietly] Princess.

No letters have come for you.

I have told you I would tell you if they did.

No word.

I assume it is your stepmother, Catherine,

you're so anxious to hear from.

Strange she has not written once in all this time.

She's unwell due to her pregnancy.

Is she?

That's not what I heard.

I know I chide you for not keeping patience, but Lord,

my sister's husband was sent to test mine as much as yours.

[Elizabeth] I'm late, Kat.

I have not bled since we arrived here.

You know this.

[Kat] Yes, you've never been regular.

Please don't make me say it.

You know. Surely you know.

I imagined you'd taken a silly fancy to him.

But this...

When?

I could not...

More than once you lay with him?

I thought I knew you, Elizabeth.

Should we fetch a woman?

You wouldn't tell your sister, would you?

Even if you think she could be trusted,

I couldn't bear her knowing.

I couldn't bear anyone knowing,

if we--we fetch a woman.

How knowledgeable you are in these matters.

[Elizabeth] I know they can be found.

- Everyone knows they can-- - Quiet!

[foreboding music plays]

If word gets out,

then we will both lose our heads.

You're often late. There is no need to act yet.

If in time you still don't bleed,

I will find someone.

But for now, tell no one.

♪ ♪

Does our Lady Catherine know?

♪ ♪

[Kat sniffling]

[suppressed sobs]

What pain you have caused.

And shame you have brought.

♪ ♪

[door slams heavily]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[singers vocalizing]

♪ ♪

[birds squawking]

- [glass shattering] - [indistinct shouts]

[loud bang]

[muffled voices in distance]

[loud bang]

[clattering]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[clattering]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[priest] Please. No.

- Fuck off. - [priest] Ahh!

[priest grunting]

I've always wanted to do that.

How much for forgiveness, Father?

- [priest groans] - [man chuckling]

Filthy fucking Catholics.

[priest grunting]

♪ ♪

[man speaking indistinctly]

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[Edward] As the idolatry of the old faith is torn away,

we will bring hope to the people.

They will cheer in the streets as we bring the true faith.

And will do so all the more now the Book of Common Prayer

will be issued throughout the country, to every parish.

The new Josiah: Edward VI.

[all] The new Josiah: Edward VI!

[applause]

We sinners do beseech thee to hear us, O Lord;

that it may please thee to rule and govern

thy holy Church Universal in the right way.

[all] We beseech thee to hear us, O Lord.

All this 'cause you shouted at him.

[Edward] That it may please thee...

It's called appeasement.

It's always been the strategy.

[Edward] ...our King and Governor.

[all] We beseech thee to hear us, O Lord.

Everyone looks very appeased right now.

[Edward] ...to rule his heart in thy faith, fear, and love,

that it may always have...

[Dudley] Regretting the bishop's release already?

[Edward] To ever seek thy honor and glory.

[all] We beseech thee to hear us, O Lord.

What is going on with you, man?

You spent 40 years resolutely immutable,

and now you're as changeable as...

- As what? - As your brother.

[all] We beseech thee to hear us, O Lord.

Don't worry about the bishop.

Or Mary.

Or any of that.

[Edward] ...Ministers of the Church...

I have her in hand.

[Edward] ...with true knowledge and understanding

- of the Word. - What about them?

[all] We beseech thee to hear us, O Lord.

What about them?

[Edward] And that both, by their preaching...

I can understand why the Princess Mary is not here.

But the Princess Elizabeth?

[all] We beseech thee to hear us O Lord.

And my daughter they've abandoned at home, too, I see.

They're all rather jolly for the grievously sick.

[Edward] ...and all the nobility with...

Who's sick?

I thought the Lady Catherine was meant to be strained

by her pregnancy.

Hence the princess' departure from her house.

I can't imagine what the other reason could be.

[Edward] ...to give all nations unity...

Tongues are wagging.

For the sake or your tongue, I hope not yours, sir.

- [Edward] Amen. - [all] Amen.

[cheers and applause]

[harpsichord music playing]

♪ ♪

Sorry we left you behind, Jane.

[Jane] It's--

I didn't want to draw attention

to one of our young female wards,

lest the other one's absence was noted.

Though it was pointless.

I was asked where Elizabeth was three times at court.

Shall we go back, for you were all smiles there?

Seems like you are not the only convincing actor

in the house then.

Jane, are you acting too?

Do you pretend also to find him amusing?

[Thomas chuckles]

And what exactly is it that you doubt, my lady?

You.

I doubt you.

[Thomas] What would you have me do?

[Catherine] I would have you do nothing.

She writes every week, begging for my forgiveness.

Maybe I should, but...

...I cannot bring myself to reply.

This is what you have made me.

I've lost all compassion for a child.

A child, Thomas!

The only person that finds you remotely worthwhile

is an 11-year-old boy.

Well, he is the king.

An 11-year-old boy.

And me.

How much of a fool am I?

- [door slams] - [Thomas sighs quietly]

Don't mind Catherine.

Or me, for that matter.

Sometimes things that seem insurmountable,

they're often resolved quickly.

Mm.

And none of these states that we find ourselves in

last forever, be they pleasure or pain.

And yet, Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Do you take comfort in that?

[quietly] I do.

How are you the daughter

of that dilapidated half-wit Henry?

It's like watching a goshawk hatch from a goose egg.

[giggles]

Am I to be sent away too?

I thought you were planning to marry me to the king.

May not be implemented now that you and Catherine...

...you may no longer have use of me.

Young Jane...

if you tell Catherine you think that you have no other use

than as some pawn in a game, how do you think she'd feel?

Every day she tells me some clever thing that Jane said

or how elegant Jane grows.

No use of Jane?

No, we got plenty of uses for you yet.

Um... hmm.

- Pot washer? - [laughs]

[Thomas] Nanny goat milker?

Darn my hose, if all else fails.

Would you like that?

[sighs]

Never forget that you're worth more than any man

who's lucky enough to marry you,

be he king or emperor

or... Johnny Guzzlewick the gardener.

[both laugh]

[soft tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[poignant music plays]

♪ ♪

Do you know how much longer she is to remain here?

For I would like to one day soon

not have to feed our servants scraps from our plates.

♪ ♪

[liquid trickling]

[hooves clopping]

[horse neighs]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[children murmuring indistinctly]

♪ ♪

Don't lose courage now.

I believe it is only your sister,

and I am sure she's much more afraid of you

- than you of her. - [Mary chuckles]

Princess.

This is Sir Pedro.

He is from Spain.

You like apricot?

She's never seen one of you before.

You've never been to the ports, the city?

She's never been outside the grounds of this place.

Out, if you're so afraid of it.

Face it.

- "Him." - It.

Her fear. Not you.

Why should she be scared of you, sir?

[gasps]

[Denny] Leave her be, sir.

Sister.

Do you know what they say of you?

- No. - You're already lying to me.

[Elizabeth] How can I know what others say when I'm not there?

[Mary] Of course you can. Everyone can. Everyone does.

I'm sorry for the letter I sent.

[Mary] I'd all but forgot it.

I was caught between your wishes and Edward's.

And you chose his.

So that is why you're angry with me.

No, I'm angry because you have allowed

what I told you would happen to happen.

I know you think yourself cleverer than me,

and in truth, you may well be right.

But even the cleverest need learn, and for that,

they must listen to those with experience.

Trust me, sister, I have plenty.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

I wish I had listened; to you, to Catherine...

Oh, her hand was well-detectable in that letter.

I sent it without her knowledge.

You were in her household.

I did much without her knowledge.

[Mary] Don't say that.

That's exactly what they say of you.

But no matter.

That is why I'm here.

You will come with me to court,

and we'll show the lies for what they are.

No more hiding out here

in the middle of the country as though in disgrace.

Whose idea was it for you to come here, of all places?

It was not mine.

- So whose? - I don't know.

I don't know who decided it or when,

or whether I'm even free to leave.

Is Sir Anthony my host or my jailer?

What was he told? What does he know?

What on Earth are you talking about?

What on Earth could he know?

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

What is there to know?

♪ ♪

Don't tell me.

I'll tell you all.

Confide in God and God alone.

He's the only one you can trust.

Not you?

Others will always seek to use us.

You, me, and our brother.

They wish us to fight it out to the death

and hope they're standing behind a winner at the end.

Don't hand me the power to destroy you

and then ask me not to use it.

I believe you would resist.

Maybe I'm more like you than you realize.

I, too, can give in to temptation.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Be nice to Jane.

- She feels as if-- - [Catherine] What?

Did you try and fuck her as well?

You trying to stuff your wad into every young purse

with a claim to the throne?

I hate this.

I hate this.

It's like watching a Greek tragedy.

The ending foretold from the start.

But I didn't think it would come so soon,

not before the milk had soured.

And I never envisaged it would be with her.

Or that it would hurt this much.

I won't let you ruin this.

For either of us.

I've had enough of this-- of this unhappiness.

Have you? That's good to know.

Don't make my generosity feel like surrender.

I give you this.

I am giving you forgiveness.

I want it.

Please, God, Catherine, I want it.

Oh, you small man.

Don't.

Let me think you small.

It is better than what I feared you are.

What I fear you are.

You are my man.

My man.

My small...

small man.

- [horses neighing] - [hooves clopping]

- [Mary sighs] - [indistinct chatter]

Is he pleased to know that I am here?

He was surprised, but not unhappily so.

[Mary] Brother.

I do not want this. Us, at war.

You, me, and our sister, we are on the same side.

Elizabeth has abandoned us.

Leaves Chelsea and has not been seen since.

- They say she's been unwell. - [Mary] But I've seen her.

She's not in some kind of hiding, whatever rumors there--

I told Your Grace not to listen to court gossip.

Why has any been allowed to start with?

I haven't come to speak of Elizabeth.

I haven't come to fight with you.

Let's do something that we enjoy.

Well...

- we should think of something. - [Mary chuckles]

[upbeat music plays]

- [overlapping shouts] - [clucking]

- [Mary shouting indistinctly] - Go! Come on! Come on!

What are you doing? Where are you going?

[overlapping shouts]

Come on!

- [man] Come on! - Let's go! Come on!

Yes! Just smash him!

Go for the eyes! The eyes!

- Yes! - [overlapping shouts]

She lives a quiet life.

She eats. She talks.

How much do I owe you for this insight?

She's an honest woman.

Her honesty has never been the problem.

It's her faith that is.

And her deep desire to parade it.

- [slashing] - Oh!

[Somerset] Has the bishop been attempting

to incite any more Catholic rebellions with her?

It was not an incitation.

[Somerset] That's not how your letter made it sound.

- [clucking] - [slashing]

[both] Yes!

He promised me that he'd cause no more--

[Pedro] Do you dislike people not keeping their promises?

Why are the churches stripped on your orders?

You promised my role with Mary

was to help end this religious divide.

Your role is to be in my employment.

That is not a role, sir, but a decision of mine.

Well, feel free to make a different one,

but she won't pay you to spy on her.

Come on! Pluck his eyes out!

You saw how they resist funding the Scottish wars.

Those churches are lined with gold.

You want to fight a war with God's money

and other people's blood?

I'd happily fight it with my own blood.

It's down here that's gonna be the death of me.

Do you fight for your god, sir? Or yourself?

I fight for the king.

And who do you believe that is right now?

- [overlapping shouts] - [clucking]

Yes! Yes!

Useless capon.

Win!

[cheers and applause]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

- [man] Thank you very much. - [coins jingling]

There's been enough gossip flapping around your house

that it took flight and reached mine.

What happened, Catherine?

Do you know what they do

to women in the villages who gossip, Mary?

They bind their mouths.

Perhaps I suggest it to your brother, the king.

Are you so very proud of your own actions

that you present this face to me?

Have you spoken to your sister?

What did she say?

I'm not here to report my sister's words to you.

I'm here to speak my own, Mother.

[scoffs]

It was a great surprise to me

to learn that you can't muzzle your hound.

You've muzzled worse, I thought.

But I suppose that's when you used your head.

Now you seem to be governed by something else.

It is called a heart, Mary.

And what a fool it's made of you.

After all that you have been through, all that I have seen

and admired, you chose that?

At least I chose him, rather than was chosen.

I will call that victory in this life.

And weak or foolish

or judged as I am by you,

I will continue on and be happy.

No matter the cost, in spite of others' misery.

I thought a great many things of you,

but negligence was never one of them.

You thought many things?

I respected you.

And then I loved you.

And then I hated you.

And I came here hating you still.

But now...

now I pity you.

Oh. [laughs]

What did she say?

Come.

[indistinct chatter]

I see Mary's back in favor.

How are we meant to keep up?

Catherine and Thomas still in,

or should I be getting Jane out of there?

I thought everyone's feelings on this Jane scheme

had been made quite clear.

Well, I see the king, it seems, has chosen

Thomas and Catherine over his own sister.

Wh-where is the- the sickly whore's daughter?

- Close your mouth, Grey. - What, boy?

Close yours, Rob.

He's talking about the princess!

And you're talking to a fucking duke, boy.

So I will speak how I like.

She is the whore's daughter.

If I want, I will call her a whore myself.

[crowd exclaiming]

Little lad's full of fire!

Might want to douse his ardent flames.

Out.

They'd cut off your right hand if you'd done that.

- [Dudley] Yes, but he didn't. - Thank God.

I'll wager you'll be needing yours for some time yet.

[ominous music plays]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Get out before he changes his fucking mind.

I knew your mother from childhood.

- I know. - I love your mother.

Not many in court do their wives.

But Lord, if she'd been a Princess of England--

What? No! I don't--I don't think--

You may think that because I'm a powerful man,

you're protected, and in a steady world,

that would be true, but this world rocks.

You're young enough to think heartbreak romantic--

it is not.

I have said no word of feelings for her.

This is your own fiction, father.

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[Robert] They said I might find you here.

Why have you come?

I thought you might like a visit from a friend.

I can turn back if you wish.

What made you think I was in need of friendship?

Maybe it's I who's in need.

[whistling sound]

I cannot.

- [blowing] - [whistling sound]

[Robert laughs]

I cannot.

[whistling sound]

- [Robert laughing] - [blowing]

I cannot.

All your fine tutors of Latin and Greek,

yet no one taught you this?

There is much I'm yet to learn, it would seem.

Well, no one could expect you to know everything.

[soft music plays]

Except the difference between right and wrong.

♪ ♪

Do they talk about me in court?

They are far too busy talking of Lord Somerset

and his failing war,

and whether the cockfight was rigged.

Mainly the cockfight, though, truth be told.

So I'm forgotten.

Definitely not forgotten.

♪ ♪

You wouldn't look at me like that

if you knew what I had done.

Whatever's occurred, I doubt all blame

can lie with you alone.

No?

No.

♪ ♪

Shit.

♪ ♪

Thank you--

[birds squawking]

[laughs]

I knew you were late.

I know you are taken to drama, my lady,

but you could have spared it on this one occasion.

That is unfair.

"Unfair"?

I have written to Catherine near every week.

That's why I kept asking Sir Anthony

if there's been word from her.

I've asked her for forgiveness again and again.

You think you deserve it?

[hooves clopping]

You wish to show me what, exactly?

[soft tense music plays]

♪ ♪

The statues.

The gold from the chantry.

The chantry?

"Filthy fucking Catholic," they said.

♪ ♪

[Mary] The Lord sees all you do for him.

He does not need the Lord to acknowledge his persecution.

He needs an advocate here on Earth.

- The Lord Protector swore-- - Don't trust the man.

Don't trust these men.

They do not act like you do.

They do not act with conscience.

He tells your brother all of this

is in the name of reform,

but he robs from us to line his own pockets

and fund a godless war.

You are the only player in this game

worrying about the rules.

♪ ♪

Oh!

[breathing heavily]

[footsteps approaching]

[baby fussing softly]

She's more than I deserve.

That's for God to decide.

I fear I'm too much of a sinner

to give myself up to His will completely.

Maybe you're a better man than you think.

[Catherine] You coming in?

[baby crying]

[softly] Hey.

[Catherine chuckles softly]

No more.

Of before.

I promise.

I don't want your promise.

I don't need it.

Perhaps no one will understand my marriage to you.

[laughs]

I certainly don't.

But I speak to you, and you answer.

I ask you to do things.

Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't...

but you do at least listen.

To my thoughts, to my decisions.

- As if you were a man. - Indeed.

As if I were a person. [scoffs]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

I look at mine,

and I-I want to squeeze their little faces!

- [laughter] - Other times,

the troublesome wenches are begging for a slap.

But even then, even then, it is with love.

- Oh! With love! - With love!

With love!

But don't be afraid to be a bastard to them, Thomas.

Yes. With love.

- Admonishing. - Admonishing.

- [laughter] - [man] Good advice.

- Sir? - [Thomas] Jane.

[Jane] Sir Thomas?

You're gonna wake the babe.

[Jane] Sir Thomas. My lord. My lord, please.

I'm just gonna go look at her.

Wait, Sir Thomas--

Sir.

[Jane] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[baby fussing]

Catherine?

Catherine?

♪ ♪

[sobs]

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[sobs]

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

[servant] Hush now, my child.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[men] My lord.

♪ ♪

Finally, sir. You kept me waiting.

I received a message.

Your messages are not as important as mine.

I received this, Lord Protector.

An invitation to the wedding

of Mary Queen of Scots and the Dauphin of France.

They send me this!

She was meant to be my wife, and the war still rages!

When will the humiliation you have put me

and this country through end?

They--they should not have sent this.

And that's all you have to say?

No. Catherine Parr is dead.

Childbed fever.

I'm not sure.

God's will.

[Denny] Her possessions are to be returned to the crown.

And so the crown has decided Chelsea Place is to go to you,

along with a great many other things.

You are of age, and there's no one left to claim you.

[sighs]

You are rich.

In fact, the only woman in the country

with more wealth and influence is your sister.

I am to escort you as soon as you are ready

to take up residence.

- With whom? - With yourself.

You will have advisors and counselors aplenty.

Useless pissants to a man.

But I'm sure you're quite capable

of making your own decisions.

[horse neighing]

[Thomas] Henry!

You didn't think she could stay, did you?

In the carriage.

[grunts]

He didn't...

with you?

There was no...

Good.

Good. On!

- [horse neighing] - [driver] Come on! Come on.

[soft somber music plays]

♪ ♪

You're to come and stay with me, Thomas.

Try not to argue, sir.

It won't change anything.

[Thomas] Not a boy and a dead wife.

I've thoroughly failed this assignment.

You must be immensely pleased.

Don't be stupid.

[sighs]

I sat downstairs, and...

I waited for life, but...

...my mind, it wandered to her death.

Maybe...

maybe I brought it into being.

When our children were born,

I believe I did that.

A little.

Ready oneself, in case.

I think it natural.

Catherine seemed well.

[Somerset] Yes.

As our sister did.

[Thomas] Yeah.

There were but 12 days in this world

where there was both our sister and her son in it.

I look at Edward now,

and though I know I'm his uncle,

I--I clear forget that--

that she bore a son at all.

No, I see her in the king sometimes.

It takes me quite by surprise, but I do.

From time to time.

I just see the boy as he is.

Or I see Henry fucking Tudor.

[both chuckle]

That is uncanny.

The old cunt back from the dead,

possessing him to stamp his feet.

Thomas.

No, but as God persecutes me,

I think his greatest trick...

...is that he leaves you still well alone.

Perhaps it's so that I can always see when I'm denied.

God doesn't play tricks.

On you.

For the world, it parts and it bows

as you move through it, while I struggle uphill,

and as soon as I get anywhere, in God steps

just to push me back down again.

What amuses you so, sir?

My dead wife?

My motherless child?

Or my cursed life?

No, I'm- I'm not amused.

I'm just-- I'm a little in wonder

at how you see things.

Your view out onto the world, Thomas,

is a little different

from the one that the rest of us have.

So you think I'm not uniquely tortured.

First our sister,

then my wife,

taken just as everything seemed--

everything seemed well.

Our sister saw her son, the future king,

carried by us ahead of the whole court

to his christening.

Would she not have wanted that day?

Catherine held her daughter, not in panic or in pain.

She held and kissed her baby

thinking that both were safe.

God stayed his hand to bless them

by gifting them those days.

You wouldn't wish them away

because it would ease your suffering.

I would.

I do not like suffering.

- [sighs] - [baby crying]

[hooves clopping]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[Kat] Ladies, let's unpack.

♪ ♪

We're about to start.

Didn't know where you'd gone.

A mass for Catherine Parr?

She was my friend once.

You pray for your enemies?

For all.

Pray for me, then.

[soft tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Sir?

The Lord Protector sent me to spy on you.

Tempting you with morsels to keep you quiet

whilst he runs wild.

He wants power over you and your brother.

♪ ♪

Why are you telling me this now,

that you have betrayed me?

I've spent my whole life waiting for men

to prove themselves honorable.

But no matter how decent or pious,

they all had their price.

It's how I- I justified becoming a mercenary.

Because I was no worse than any other man.

Better, in fact, because I, at least, was honest.

♪ ♪

And then I met you.

And I'm beginning to see that perhaps I...

I was wrong.

♪ ♪

[Denny] I suppose you're in a hurry to return to court

now that you're finally back here.

I have no desire to be at court.

[Denny] Then what do you want, Lady Elizabeth?

I don't know.

[Denny] Of course you do. All women do.

You're just trained to disguise it.

Ambition is much-admired in men but derided in women.

But what do you want?

It will indeed serve you

to hide what you want from others,

but do not keep it from yourself.

Your father didn't give a fuck about rumors,

but if you do, they should be stopped.

The Lord Protector should have done so.

[Denny] If they have reached the Lord Protector,

I doubt he has believed them,

or any have, else there would have been consequence.

- There was. - [Denny laughs]

I am no consequence, Princess, believe me.

But still people chatter.

And however false,

how can I control what others say of me?

Oh, you can.

Lord, of course you fucking can.

You know how much this will stoke the fires at court.

Let them burn.

[soft foreboding music plays]

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[soft jingling]

Princess.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music plays]

[Elizabeth] Lord Dudley.

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Let my brother know I am here and would like an audience.

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[indistinct chatter]

Your Majesty.

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I come before you with a confession.

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I have been selfish and naive,

and I have wronged you.

Why say you this, sister?

I've neglected my duties.

Our Lady Catherine was blessed with child,

so I took myself to Cheshunt for her confinement

and was then myself taken ill.

Illness is no excuse.

Duty is more important.

Duty to God and duty to you.

I am your servant.

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I know some have speculated on the reasons for my absence.

I am here to show that there is no need.

And I offer myself to you, brother.

I am yours,

and yours alone.

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Stand, sister.

The crown forgives your absence

and welcomes your return.

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Let us have music.

Let us celebrate this.

[cheers and applause]

A fine rehabilitation.

That would be to return as I once was.

That girl was a fool.

That girl is dead.

[Edward] Ready?

[quietly] Marry me.

[Edward] Play.

[instrumental music plays]

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