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We, therefore, thank you for those subsidies you have voted

towards the war.

A war in your defence.

And for the trust you have shown us

in committing the colleges and chantries to our care.

My beloved subjects...

...it may be the last time we have occasion

to parole this parliament and address the state

of our realm.

Now it is not unknown to you that we have reigned

of this kingdom for nearly 40 years.

During which time we have so ordered, thanks be to God,

that no outward enemy hath oppressed you

or taken anything from you.

But... unless you, my Lords temporal,

and you, my Lords spiritual, and you, my loving subjects,

study to amend one thing that is amiss...

...there can be no peace within the realm.

Charity and concord... ...are not among you.

St Paul says, "Charity is not proud."

"Charity is not envious, charity is gentle and..."

So forth.

But what charity is there in you...

...when one calls another... ...hypocrite and a Baptist,

papist, heretic?

Be in charity, one with another...

...like brother and brother...love...

...dread and serve God.

So that which I, as your supreme head

and sovereign lord, exhorts and require you.

Is he really going to die?

I suppose he is.

Why don't you...

Your Grace...

...must prepare to meet his God.

What judge send you to pass this sentence?

Your physician, sir.

They can do no more.

It is time for Your Grace... ...to weigh his past life...

...and to seek for God's mercy...through Christ.

For the Prince, Madame.

Oh!

For our son.

Thomas, I believe you educated your wife.

Would you do the same for my son?

Gladly, sir.

Would you?

Katherine, did you hear that? More's going to educate the Prince.

An honour, Your Grace.

But it will be to his honour, sir.

And what would Your Grace have him learn?

Oh, everything, Bishop. The old and the new,

Aquinas, Euripides, your Erasmus.

Sir, at this moment, the ladies are waiting

to celebrate his birth.

Another time, Thomas.

The only text that Brandon never read would be a stud book.

Charity, my lord.

Largess for the commons!

Come!

You shall pick them from me.

Henry... We must go to Richmond.

He was not ill. There's no remedy,

nothing the physicians could do.

It was so sudden.

Kate, this is the will of God.

Will of God.

And we must accept it. Will of God.

And ask His blessing.

We'll... We'll make pilgrimage to Walsingham de Hales.

We're still young, we'll have other children.

God has chosen to take the boy.

I'll give you another son... I promise you.

Sir, your father's policy was ever to avoid war

aside from the financial consideration of sending

40,000 men into France.

And you talk just like my father.

Now the Archbishop will tell me that God only forbids war

because of our sins. Your Grace...

My quarrel is God's quarrel, is it not?

Sir, all the world knows Your Grace

is yielding the Pope's cause.

That you would rather die than take any dishonour.

But the point in question is... The point, my tutor, is...

...whether we allow the King of France,

a pronounced heretic, to bend all Christian princes

to his will and pleasure.

My lords, we are in Holy League with the Emperor

and his Spanish Majesty to defend Christendom.

Are we to betray our sworn alliance?

The Queen's been at him. Howard, your whispers

are as private as a horse's fart.

The Queen's parentage has nothing to do with it.

Naturally, her father is anxious to regain his territory

in an effort to increase his while we sit hoarding

our miserable store of gold like some old lick penny!

Did the Fifth King Henry decline such a challenge?

He knew France was his birthright and, by God, he claimed it.

I'm not against giving the French a good hiding.

But what surety is there that our men won't come

limping home with the flux again?

Because this time the almoner will see

they have proper victuals.

Can you do that, Master Wolsey?

Can you procure good cut-rate beef for us?

My lords,

we have not yet considered the other danger, Scotland.

Fisher is right, sir.

With so many men out of the Kingdom,

they might do us great mischief.

With all respect, Your Highness,

I propose that we wait upon events...

...if there should be a change of fortune.

If the Emperor should prevail... By your leave, sir.

Would it not be a sorry thing for His Grace,

being so expert in archery,

to see the Emperor with more strings to his bow?

Sir, I beg you not to be led into any foolishness.

Gentlemen, I... I've ever accepted your good council

but, in this instance, I do overrule you.

The dignity and the unity of the Roman Church

must be defended. Therefore, the Queen as regent

will hold something of our power at home

whilst I lead the army to France.

Master Wolsey will supply us with food, men, transport

and all our engines of war.

The King will have new dockyards in the estuary

of the Thames, at Deptford, and at Woolwich.

At Deptford, a guild of pilots will be formed

for the purpose of sound and navigation.

His Grace further commands construction

of the following ships for which levies will be raised.

The galley of the Virgin Mary, 900 tonnes, 207 culverin,

The Lion, 950 tonnes, 180 falcon and culverin.

The Great Galley, 800 tonnes, 120 falcon and demi-culverin.

Send her out.

Henry, why are you... Don't speak, Madame.

Read that.

Is it your father's hand?

Yes. But... Read it.

It was brought here by the French Ambassador.

Proof that your father is a liar.

A conspiring liar.

And that he's made peace with France.

He must have reasons. Oh, yes.

He's to receive the territory of the Navarre.

He's been bribed, Madame, bought.

Three months after promising to continue the war,

which he induced me to enter as you induced me to it.

Because I had been at some pains, Madame, some expense.

And now when... when we are ready to renew the campaign when the kingdom of France is at my feet.

Your father gulls me... and his servant, the Emperor.

Do you see this clause?

Here's the clause, Madame.

Speak it.

"And if the King of England refuses to accept"

"such a peace..."

Yes, yes.

"..we, the emperor and I..."

"do solemnly pledge ourselves to assist the King of France"

"in the defence of his realms."

My friends, my sweet allies.

I... I do not think... that there is any...

faith in this world, you all play me false.

Do I? Yes.

At Flodden? You did not beat the Scots, Madame.

Flodden was won by the Howard's, Madame, by English Howards.

And you would do well to attribute your victories

to God, My Lady, before yourself.

You think to rule me

but you will do well to assume a woman's role

and give me a child an heir to this throne.

Do you think I do not pray for that each day of my life?

One still-born female hidden away

like a pauper's breath. Two boys that cannot live out

a month. Henry, do you have any love

for me? Princes do not marry for love,

My Lady, but to beget children.

Then give me a healthy child!

Sir, I am yours, your servant.

I did not spent.

I cannot think of my father without shame.

This is well, Madame.

For I intend making peace with France.

A greater peace than your father can imagine.

I've been made the royal fool but I've learned the lesson.

They shall never deceive me again.

I will never trust any more.

Draw up an enactment for the preservation

of forests, Wolsey. And the seeding of new ones?

Good. We have a moat about us but it must be fortified,

ships and ordnance, My Lord Cardinal.

Crews trained to fight with cannon until we have built such a fleet

that as may not be destroyed.

Sir, if I may venture to say so, there are two further elements

that constitute the defence of this kingdom.

The love of your people which Your Grace already has...

And the son which I lack. Is that it?

We must secure the succession, Sir.

Without an heir there could be a return to civil war.

May I speak my mind? Yes.

Are we so certain of the legality of Your Grace's marriage...

with his brother's wife?

There was papal dispensation.

But could there not be objection to it?

Did not Your Grace in point of fact make

formal objection during your father's lifetime?

As you know, Sir, I have the very greatest respect

and admiration for the Queen.

But, even in Rome they are saying that Her Grace

might be expected to step aside if there were no heirs.

And that the Pope could not oppose

a matter of such necessity.

I would remind, Your Grace, that our precedents for now,

for the King of France, King Henry... No. No, I... No.

Not yet. I-I couldn't ask it... of her yet.

Of course, the Queen may still bear a healthy child,

but should she not, Your Grace might well consider marriage

with a Princess of France...

for the comfort of Your Grace's realm.

Your Majesty.

Now, by the grace of God, the sons will follow.

Sons?

Sons?

Only a daughter, Mary.

Lady Mary.

Poor Mary.

Thomas... when I was a boy, you were one of my heroes.

A great name amongst scholars.

It was always, "More says this, More thinks that."

The years have not changed my feeling for you.

Will you sit on my council now... and advise me?

I need your advice.

Then Your Grace shall have it,

so long as I can keep a good conscience.

What mean you? That I may be allowed to serve God first.

Why, we all must.

They forget time when they chatter.

What age is he, your boy? Nine, Sir.

Well favoured. Strong, isn't he?

Thomas, is my... Is my marriage unclean?

A curse to God? No, Your Grace.

A verse in Leviticus plagues my conscience.

"No union with a brother's wife may bear true issue."

Your Grace's brother died young.

But she was his before me.

He held her first.

But without true knowledge of her...

and that is the biblical meaning.

Then why have I no son?

Why? Why?

All the world has a son.

Am I not a man like you?

Be patient, Sir. Oh... how long?

How many pilgrimages to the abbey

to touch the holy relic and seek God's blessing?

How long can a man be patient?

All his life, if he must.

Ann, my known sweetheart... by turning over in my thoughts,

the contents of your last letters.

I have put myself into a great agony.

I beseech you now to let me know

your whole intention as to the love between us two.

I must obtain this answer of you.

Your Grace knows it already.

Your brothers at court and Norris

and Tom Wyatt, the centre of your world.

How long can you bury yourself here in Hever?

Until I make a good match.

Don't mock me, Ann. I've had no peace, no moment's rest

for thinking of you. I received the clergy,

council, embassies, but half aware of what they say

when your image is before me. I've mistook of the clock.

I've never known such joy before.

Longed such despair.

It's as though I never lived to love

nor my blood never sang until I met you.

Don't mock me, Ann.

No. Ann.

I know soft words or French cleverness.

I must seem rude to you, but it's an honest rudeness.

Yes. That you will serve me only?

Yes. Forsaking all others?

Yes. So what am I, then?

Another mistress like Bessie Blount or my own sister?

You're not of them, no.

Call mercy and you'd conceive another bastard.

Is that your leaning, Sir?

Or would you have an honest son to succeed you?

Wait, Ann.

Only wait.

Oh, then farewell to my young looks.

I'm sailing to Rome.

When?

When Wolsey returns.

Sir, if you were free... I would give myself to you.

My heart and my body.

You have much fortune, My Lady?

Bet you would shuffle faster, I believe, without your glove.

My Grace shows courage.

It's beyond his strength to keep his eyes.

What would you do, My Lord?

Appeal for the case to be heard in England.

But know this, Cromwell, it is one thing to arrange

a collusive divorce for the dynastic reasons,

and quite another to displace the Queen for this foolish girl.

Not such a fool perhaps, My Lord.

And His Grace would've been tired of her.

Of what he's never tasted?

You pray God that he does and that we're free of her before the storm breaks.

Make no doubt, Master Cromwell, there will be a storm.

You win again.

Mistress Boleyn has the good fortune,

never to stop for the King.

But I think My Lady will have all... or nothing.

Katherine, Queen of England, come into court.

Alas, Sir, how have I offended you?

On what occasion of displeasure have you

that you intend to put me from you?

These 20 years I have been your true and lawful wife

and by me, you have had diverse children,

although it had pleased God to call them out of this world,

that has been no default in me.

And when you had me at the first, I take God to be my judge.

I was a true maid without touch of man.

And whether this be true or no, I put it to your conscience.

Therefore, I most humbly require you

to spare me the extremity of this court.

Until I may know what way my friends in Spain

will advise me to take.

And if you will not extend to me such indifferent favour...

...your pleasure then be fulfilled.

And to God do I commit my case.

Katherine, Queen of England, come again into court.

Katherine, Queen of England, come again into court.

Boleyn the whore!

Laud's away with the Pope's nose!

Undress, dearie, lend me a part!

...for the poacher!

You mark it well and the street walls, My Lord.

The filth pictured on them.

Give me time, Master Secretary.

Mistress Boleyn is with child, there is no time.

Five years the King has waited on the Pope's decision.

He's losing patience. Do you think Rome must give ground now?

We've mustered such a body of opinion from the universities...

There is only one opinion His Holiness can afford to entertain,

the Emperor's.

Because the Emperor has him in his power.

And the Emperor will not see his aunt divorced.

That is unalterable.

But we must have His Holiness' sanction.

Without it, a future heir could be held illegitimate.

Would you have the King crawl to Rome on his knees?

Our people would never suffer that. Precisely.

You want the papal blessing upon this divorce.

It will not be granted.

Therefore, we must divorce the Pope.

His Grace will not like it.

And he's halfway to it.

Head of the Church of England.

We've only to complete the separation.

My Lord Archbishop, it is our business,

yours and mine, to clear the ground before His Grace.

Remove the stones, the stench...

...the filth that might offend the royal eye.

That's where my late master failed.

I shall not fail because I anticipate the King's wishes.

Now, does he want his new queen full-bellied at her coronation?

I have already prepared the annulment of His Grace's

union with the Lady Katherine...

and drawn up all necessary papers

proclaiming her Princess Dowager.

Within the day of sentence, the King's new marriage

to the Lady Ann can be confirmed

and her coronation may then take place.

I did not think to have underestimated you.

My dear Cranmer, what you needed was not time

but reassurance.

Let the Pope excommunicate me!

I don't give two straws! He only threatens, Your Grace.

He would forbid me mass, deny me burial,

cast me to hell if I am, and should I now kiss his ring?

I shall give His Holiness

such a buffet as he's never had before!

His name shall be obliterated from all books of worship.

He should be known henceforth by the correct title -

the Bishop of Rome.

Your Grace, are we not in danger of a divided kingdom?

A two-headed monster?

Is your allegiance divided, Norfolk?

No, Your Grace. No more is my kingdom's.

Obedience to the Pope, the Bishop of Rome,

is unmanly, unholy, and it's un-English.

From this time, the church shall pay its taxes

not to the Vatican, but to me.

And a tenth of its revenues.

And if there's disaffection in the monasteries, we will search it out.

You have appointed commissioners?

Yes, Your Grace, and also to inquire

into the general conditions of these churchmen.

Sir?

Regarding the Princess Mary... Yes, I hear she's ill.

A slight indisposition, Sir.

More than that, I believe.

Sir, her mother's been asking to nurse her.

Would Your Grace consider rescinding their separation?

Not until they admit to the illegality

of the Princess Dowager's marriage to me.

Now they would only conspire to gather

and incite rebellion or cause us to be invaded.

They must submit!

They must agree to the succession of the Princess Elizabeth.

Until such time...

Until...

Until such time as the Queen bears us another child, a son.

And they will swear to my supremacy of the church

like any other subject and any...

...any man, woman, or child who refuses.

I don't care who he is.

Fisher, More, the Carthusian monks,

you'll be put under the tinder.

These people shall learn the truth of the old prophecy...

...that I should begin my reign as a man

and become more raging than the lion.

Howard.

Your Grace?

If you can...

...save Thomas More... for me.

♪ As it fell out

♪ One morn in May

♪ When groweth the green of spring

♪ And Robin to the greenwood came

♪ And set him down to sing

♪ And yet fast comes the hour

♪ When fades the fairest flower

♪ A maiden heard his sorry song

♪ Maid Marion was her name

♪ I pray you, Sir

♪ Hearken to me

♪ And sing not so for shame

♪ And yet fast comes the hour

♪ When fades the fairest flower

♪ This Robin was a lusty youth

♪ And his face was fair beside

♪ Maid Marion found it hard forsooth

♪ From him her love to hide

♪ And yet fast comes the hour

♪ When fades the fairest flower

♪ Said Robin, I'm a forester

♪ That many things can do

♪ Who ride and hunt for profit

♪ And fire an arrow, too

♪ And yet fast comes the hour

♪ Said Marion

♪ I'm a country maid ♪

♪ And chaste as thou can see

♪ So let me see thee fire, thy bow

♪ For I die for love of thee

♪ And yet fast comes the hour

♪ When fades the fairest flower

♪ So Robin then to Marion said

♪ Come sit thee down by me

♪ A merry time we'll have of it

♪ If we two can agree

♪ And yet fast comes the hour

♪ When fades the fairest flower. ♪

Your Grace.

A fine air, Master Smeaton.

But will Your Grace favour us with one of one his own?

No. Not now, Norris.

You look tired.

Shall I read to you?

I've marked some passages in the new books.

Thomas More...

...my one true counsellor.

The most honest man in the kingdom.

The most captious.

You are the cause of his death, Madam.

His own wilful disobedience, Sir.

It has made a fearful noise throughout Europe.

If you listened to every slander, we shall soon be pease pudding.

You must be more audacious yet.

While the dowager and her child are at large,

they can do you great harm.

Mistress Mary should be wed to some private gentleman.

My daughter? Your bastard, Sir.

Or let her be placed as maidservant to the Princess.

We'll think on it.

And now, you shall forget all these cares.

Why did you take my letters, that you sent me at Hever?

I had them tied together and locked most securely.

I do not have them, sweetheart.

They'll come to light, no doubt.

So... she's dead?

Your Grace... When?

In the afternoon.

God rest her.

Then God be praised that we are now delivered

from all fear of war.

Katherine, Queen of England.

Stubborn to the last.

Never yielding one.

I would speak with you, Sir. Alone, if you please.

Signor Chapuys. Your Grace.

Oh, that stupid little man with the documents again.

He came to tell me... Am I Queen here, Sir, or am I not?

Yes, indeed you are.

Then I demand that you send Mistress Seymour from this court.

Demand, Madam?

In all the years I lived with Katherine there was no demanding.

You assume privileges that are not yours.

And you make presents to that pallid bitch?

Nonsense.

A locket, a sapphire locket with your image in it?

And what is this, then,

that I found about Mistress Seymour's neck?

By God, you...

No, no.

No.

You are governed by your condition.

You should rest now.

You should take care of our child.

The physicians say... it will be a son, Madam, a fine son.

They all say it - the astrologers, the cunning women.

So be at peace, sweetheart...

...and all shall go well with you.

How can I be... No!

No more.

Please... rest.

Rest!

While you go to that Seymour thing.

No, Madam,

but to hear mass for the late Queen... and then to exercise.

Culpepper, His Grace's horse.

Wine for His Grace.

Thank you, Thomas.

Now, Suffolk! Yeah!

Are you honest, boy?

It was your fall, Sir.

It was your fall, Sir.

It was then the Queen took to her bed.

We were afraid you would not live, Sir.

It was the child that died, My Lady.

And it is now only too sure

that God will give me no sons by her.

Your Grace, let me leave Greenwich.

No. If I were gone, Sir... No!

...you and the Queen... No, no.

I will have no more issue by her.

Oh, Jane...

I have been, as a man, spellbound these ten years.

I was seduced into this marriage by witchcraft.

Everything my people have ever said of it has proved right.

Christ's name, she even has the marks upon her.

She tries to hide them.

And the devil's stigma.

Sir, I can say nothing of this.

But you will have seen them, surely.

I only know that she bears you a great love, Sir.

And at my presence, she may have caused her to miscarry.

Therefore, Your Grace must let me go now before I harm her further.

Or my soul before God.

I beg you, Sir.

Very well.

Go back to Wiltshire.

But a woman wedded in the power of devils

is no lawful wife.

How was this obtained?

Smeaton confessed to me personally, Sir,

he admits to three separate violations.

And the others?

Those he implicates?

Brereton on 16th November, Norris on the 19th, Lord Rochford on the...

Her own brother? Dear God!

I fear to continue lest I anger Your Grace.

Do you believe this, Cromwell?

Sir... I am forced to when I consider the close detail.

And the expenses outlaid by Master Smeaton.

Where could he have got such monies, if not, from the Queen?

But Your Grace was to attend the May Day Lists.

I believe you should still attend them, Sir.

Do you suppose Henry Norris is teaching us how to jig?

It is so hot, so unbelievably hot.

Do you not think so, Sir?

Oh, bravo, bravo, Norris.

Oh, poor Weston.

He'll break his own neck rather than his spear.

You will arrest Norris, Weston, Brereton,

and my Lord Rochford, immediately.

But take the Queen later.

I said noon.

Is it past that?

No, Your Grace.

Beauty is a wind-blown bladder.

She's guilty, Cranmer.

Guilty of treason.

Two grand juries and 27 peers find her so, Your Grace.

Why?

Why did she withstand me so long and then, oppose me?

Her own brother, even.

Was it to get a son?

She laughed at me, Cranmer.

She's boasting with them, holding me impotent.

Sir, I am sorry that such faults were proven against the Queen.

I never had a better opinion of woman...

I think Your Grace would not have gone so far,

if she had not been culpable.

She was in conspiracy to be rid of me.

Then she has deserved her sentence.

I...

I... I shall ride out after... I... I cannot remain here.

I shall ride into Wiltshire.

May I remind Your Grace of the Rogation Days that lie ahead?

What?

If Your Grace intends to follow the advice

of his counsel for the welfare of the nation,

then your betrothal should be declared at once.

Oh, yes.

See to it.

Is it... I... I rely on your discretion.

Only, Sir, that, no marriage could take place on Rogation.

There's the church now, Sir, through the trees.

Oh, yes. But if Your Grace would rather...

No, no, no. We'll be there before the sky breaks.

Are they bound for the village?

No, sir, but to Hailes. To the abbey.

Oh. You've been there? Many times, Sir.

And seen the blood of Christ?

Yes, Sir.

I have a phial of our Lord's tears.

It saved me from the plague once, you know.

Oh. They're crowding to Hailes now.

Since it was visited by the Commission.

The King's men are only anxious to report abuses, Master Seymour.

And to lay their hands upon some ornament for the King's Exchequer.

Your brother should guard his tongue, Sir.

It's safe enough with me but not before His Grace or his men.

Within a sennight,

His Grace will have wed and bed our sister, milad.

Then you'll scrape to me.

Safe conduct for these men.

Safe conduct for these rebels.

Hold the groove.

We bear no quarrel with Your Grace,

only with heretics, and subverters of the law.

One God, one king, one faith, Sir.

Return to the old order.

We want no bloodshed.

And yet, you've taken my commissioners' lives.

One beaten with staves, another torn limb from limb.

Sir, they were guilty of misappropriation.

Your Grace knows the north country is not fat,

we can bare afford tax, Sir, let alone the extortion of these agents.

What kind of men are you employing, Cromwell?

They know their duty, Sir.

Deception, breach of trust, is it? No, Your Grace.

But you see now what grave discomfort

you have caused my people?

Your Grace knows... I know that you'd give me the lie.

That your no-meat Vicar General but a dissembler,

a great crippler, uncouth carter, you...

We will consider your terms, gentlemen.

Both with regard to the abbeys, our counsel of the Lady Mary.

Meanwhile, we grant you our letters and papers

of pardon for this rebellion.

Thanks be to God.

Now, note, Sir Ralph... the benevolence of your prince.

Note how bloodshed may be avoided.

And learn by this small warning to keep you true men...

Oh, we are no traitors. Oh, we never thought it.

You shall both be well housed and entertained.

See to it. We humbly thank, Your Grace.

That I must treat and dissemble with these creatures.

Don't we know, after 28 years how to govern our kingdom?

Oh, get up. Off your knees.

Norfolk, this is your doing. Your Grace...

If you had fortified the River Don as I required of you.

Your Grace, there are 30,000 of them.

I have never yet read that a prince's counsel should be appointed

by rude and ignorant common people.

Have you, my lords?

We have not one third their numbers.

There are much disloyalty among our men.

Christ, deliver us, must I do everything?

Work for you, think for you, keep you in wealth and state.

And now, must I teach you how to quell insurrection?

You will maintain this truce until such time

as you have greater levy,

and then, destroy these lewd subjects

who have dared raise arms against their sovereign.

Reduce its land to its due sovereignty.

Your Grace has already promised them pardon.

Promised? Bishop, that is all.

But, Sir... Will you gainsay me?

No, Your Grace.

Will any man?

Speak up. Spit it out.

For I intend such execution of these offenders.

I shall prove example to the rest.

Their heads and quarters shall be set in every town.

They shall be hanged in their several villages

from the trees of their own gardens.

Oh. Madam, it is no new thing to see men hang.

I have the direct guidance of three million people.

A savage people.

And fear begets obedience.

Come on, move out. That's right.

Keep from the King, stay back!

Keep from His Grace.

Sir, I'm ready to believe some few instances of corruption.

Halt!

Priests who sell the Church's plate, jewels,

and timber for their own profit.

Monks found in bed with their drabs.

Nuns who support their bastards out of Church monies.

The list is endless, Madam, and beyond redemption.

Your monks, Madam, whose business is the cure of souls,

do more traffic in images and relics.

A lord's coat here, a lady's smock there,

saint's clothing to cure barren women.

Drabbery!

To grow corn, to stop weeds.

And you believe such things?

Very well, then, Madam, I will curb your idolatry.

Do you recognise this phial,

which Cromwell brought from Hailes for my instruction?

Look, look, look close, now.

Look at it!

You see nothing, do you?

You've not yet paid for absolution.

But give me your coin, Madam, and presto,

now, you see the blood of Christ.

Now, you are absolved.

Except that it is the blood of a domestic duck,

which the monks renew once a week.

And will you still make a god of the Pope's creatures, Madam?

It is not what it seems, is it?

Forgive me.

I'm a rough man, rough-tempered.

I wouldn't have shown it to you.

Jane... Jane, don't make me doubt.

Ever. I'm... I am... I'm frightened and...

When I doubt, I strike out in blindness.

I... I don't know what to say or do.

Am I sick? Perhaps, in my mind.

Am I?

No, sir.

I feel so old.

So old.

You must rest, Sir.

Oh, Jane. Jane.

If only you and I had met before,

for I doubt now we shall have any children.

Oh, I can't sleep.

This leg will not let me sleep.

Let me call the physician, Sir. No. He can do nothing.

Shall I stop their music? No. It pleases me.

Signor Chapuys sends them to woo me on Lady Mary's behalf.

Could Your Grace not find it in his heart

to forgive her, and bring her and little Elizabeth

back from Hunsdon?

Bring Mary to court? Yes.

She's an unnatural brat.

But you need her, Sir - as she does you.

Jane, Jane, Jane.

You are a fool...

...but kind.

The kindest soul I ever met.

The Lady Mary is the most obstinate girl that ever was.

Good day, Bishop.

At least the Queen has had her way in this.

Ah, yes, the meek shall inherit the earth.

That's not original, no?

The Lady Mary.

Interesting to see who can pretend the best.

She is his daughter, milord.

Sire...

your holy humble, and obedient servant... asks your blessing.

My dear child, rise.

You are most welcome.

Welcome to court... Mary.

Mary.

Some of you wanted me to put this jewel to death.

That would have been a great pity, Sir.

To have lost your chief jewel of England.

Oh, sweetheart.

Edward. The boy, Edward.

She'll be open-laced with stomach by Corpus Christi.

It's been 30 hours.

The midwife says there is a choice, Sir.

Her Grace is begging us to save the child.

Oh, God.

Let it be a son.

Thank God, you've come.

We've urged His Grace to accept God's pleasure

in taking the Queen to comfort himself

and the Prince... Is the boy healthy?

He'll have to be nursed. Then the king must take a new wife.

God's blood, man!

You tell him that. He's in there?

His Grace will see no-one.

Your Grace?

Good day to Your Grace.

Have you seen my son?

Yes, Sir.

He'll live, won't he?

He must live, or there's no... reason to it all.

Everything shall be done for his governance, Sir.

In the meantime...

...I would urge Your Grace to think of providing for a new wife.

Leave me, Cromwell.

But, Your Grace, Sir... It's time to be private.

We must consider the boy's condition, Sir.

Leave me!

I shall never... marry again.

But you rub salt into my wound.

Now, go.

Go!

Before I do you some hurt.

Jane?

You will guard my son?

Be loyal to him?

Yes, Sir.

My Lord Hertford?

Your Grace?

As the boy's uncle... you should be Lord Protector.

The succession goes to the Prince...

...and to the Lady Mary and then Elizabeth.

As God say, it will.

My son, guard him.

Is his food tasted? Yes, Sir.

Everything he eats?

There, there. Come to your father.

He bites his lip. His Grace is cutting another tooth.

There, there, there, there, there.

Oh. Here, you take him.

Take him.

He's a merry boy.

The fairest child that I ever saw, Your Majesty.

Yes.

Now, Ambassador, about Madame De Longviers...

Sir, the lady is already promised to Scotland. Oh!

If Your Majesty would consider her sister,

or the Princess Madeleine... Monsieur, I am big in person.

And I have need of a big wife.

I know. You shall bring them all to Calais for me.

I fear that it would not be possible, Sir,

to trot them out like horses.

But if Your Majesty wishes to send someone

to look at them... No, no. I must see for myself.

See them sing.

Perhaps you would like to try them one after the other

and keep the one you find the most agreeable?

Thank you, Monsieur. We shall think on it.

If I may suggest to Your Grace...

Yes, yes, Cromwell, the Protestant League.

You never stop suggesting anything.

It would restore the balance, Sir.

A treaty with Cleves will drive a wedge

between France and the Empire.

Oh, well, let me see that picture again.

Everyone praises her virtue.

Her beauty.

But is it a likeness?

Master Holbein is generally faithful, Sir.

Is she musical? Does she sing and play the lute?

I believe not, Sir, but her needlework is unsurpassed.

Shall we weave with her, then?

What a blow to the Empire and to France

to ask them both for brides and to take neither!

I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll have this... Anne of Cleves.

Send someone to negotiate the marriage.

Where is she?

Where is this paragon?

We did not expect Your Grace at Rochester.

The Princess Anne and her ladies are already declared, Sir. Get Cranmer!

Such praise, once ahead, we cannot abide our impatience.

We would nourish love with a suitable gift of welcome.

Madam... Welcome to England, madam.

I trust Your Highness has not suffered

from her journey? Ja, ja!

Good.

Baroness Bremdt.

Frau Osenbrooke.

Baroness Locke.

Frau Willig. Frau Swatzenbrooke.

I will bring the interpreter, Sir.

No, no, no. Another time, milord.

Your Highness.

Your Grace.

Whom should a man trust in this world,

when there is no thing real in it?

Is this her likeness? Yes, Sir. I think.

Where are the great pits in her face?

She has a queenly manner, I think.

I like her not, do you understand?

She is nothing fair, and I like her not!

Cranmer!

You must find means to avoid this marriage.

There can be no impediment now, Sir.

Not unless you wish to drive her brother

into the hands of the Emperor.

I have not been well served, Cromwell.

I have not been well served.

He said they wanted 3,000 of them!

I promise you one thing...

I promise you one thing - these strange maidens

that moo about are going to be shipped back to Cleves

in the morning. Yes, Your Grace.

Oh, if it were not to satisfy my realm and my people,

I would not do... that I must do tonight...

...for no earthly thing.

Good... God, madam.

Amen.

I can't touch her, Howard.

All I say to her is goodnight and good morning.

Poor men can choose their wives,

but I have this great Flanders Mare.

I like her even worse now, if someone - Cromwell, no doubt -

has told her to make herself more agreeable.

Howard, she smiles at me all the time.

Cromwell has much to gain, Your Grace.

I understand he received a pretty sum from the Duke of Cleves

when the marriage was celebrated.

Well, it shall not be consummated.

I'll find some way to have it annulled.

They're packing her off to Richmond for her health.

The one thing that's pleasant in her company

is that little maid in waiting, your niece.

We are all in sympathy with Your Grace.

You shall think no more on it today, Sir.

But enjoy the fine dinner that milord Gardiner has prepared.

Yes. I like Lambeth.

I like Gardiner's table.

Your little niece... ...is she a good girl?

Irreproachable, Sir.

One of the most pure and honest condition.

Not like another of your clan?

Boleyn?

Oh, no, Your Grace.

She is a good Catholic.

Make her a grant of land.

A young wilding to whip the stale blood,

and lead him back to Rome.

But how to do it, My Lord?

I believe it's the matter

we'll put to the clergy, a complication,

that His Grace wedded against his will.

And that it would prevent a threatened invasion.

No, she'd never agree to a divorce. Who knows?

If the terms were made sufficiently attractive,

she might even become the king's adopted sister...

...are you Plantagenet, my dear, but a descendant of Charlemagne.

The College of Arms looked it up for me.

There's Cromwell to consider.

He's abused his betters long enough.

She'll help rid him for us.

Good day, then, Mistress Howard.

Your Grace. For the present.

Your Grace.

Oh. No, no, no.

Fine dinner, Gardiner. Thank you, Your Grace.

...delightful.

You are greatly honoured, niece.

I had not looked for it, Sir. I had wished... Mistress...

you may no longer consider your own wishes.

You now have a duty to return England to the true faith.

Your Lordship gave me very great comfort in your house.

Such nobles, My Lords, so much gold plate.

And so many retainers in His Lordship's household.

A small army.

Ah, Cromwell! Your Grace. Your Grace.

My Lord. My Lord. My Lord.

We are pleased to see this concord.

Let's... what's this I hear of your land enquiry?

Sir? To the German princes,

as to whether they have any castles for sale?

Your Grace knows how these rumours fly.

No more than that? No, Your Grace.

Well, we should be sorry to think you were deserting us,

Cromwell, especially for such Lutheran ground.

Indeed, Sir. Oh, Howard?

Did you look at those geldings for me?

Short-winded, Your Grace.

I sent them back with their tails docked.

My Lord.

Your Grace knows I would never exceed

the limits imposed by his articles.

I'm really delighted that you're not going

to Germany. That you'd remain here to do such good service.

Sir, if I could. Your Grace.

Good day to you, Master Wriothesley.

My Lord.

If it lies within my power to make Your Majesty still more prosperous.

But how would I ever reward you, Crom?

You have it all - the Privy Seal,

the Garter, the Vicar General,

the Earldom of Essex, and now Lord Chamberlain.

What more could I do for you?

Your Grace, might box my head at times.

That would not be seemly!

But I'm keeping Your Lordship from his business.

Your Grace.

Now, My Lords, concerning

the validity of His Majesty's present union

and the Queen's pre-contract with the Marquess of Lorraine.

I thought that had been disclaimed.

You are in a great hurry, gentlemen,

to begin without me. Naturally, Her Highness

will need to stay in this country.

As security for Cleves' behaviour.

Cromwell, do not sit there. It's no place for you.

Traitors do not sit with gentlemen.

My Lord of Essex, I arrest you in the king's name.

I'm no traitor.

Upon your conscience... am I a traitor?!

Let me speak to the King!

No, Cromwell, by your own law,

that no man accused of treason may attend his Grace.

Send to his house to make inventory. Take him!

Wait.

Now, take him away!

Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

Traitor! Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

Traitors!

But he... he died in the faith.

Catherine?

Catherine?

Furs, velvet sarsenets.

You wanted me to have them. But not in such quantity.

My darling, the treasure is not inexhaustible.

If it were...

we would have given you a public wedding at St Paul's. Forgive me.

You know, I can refuse you nothing.

You woke last night in your sleep.

You cried out.

I was dreaming bad, Sir.

What?

There was a bird caught in the room...

In your dream? ..flying against the walls...

...the bed curtain... and hitting the window.

I went to free it.

But it was the Devil in the shape of a bird.

When I caught it... it cried out in Devil's voice...

...so I broke its neck.

Blind, blind... I went blind. Help me, cousin...

It was but a dream, Sir. Yes, yes.

You remember your cousin?

Ann Boleyn?

Sometimes.

Only saw her the once, Sir, at her coronation.

Your Grace? Do you have him?

Have I Your Grace's permission? Oh, bring him in, Lady Rochford.

Pick him up. Oh!

Not another one. Oh, it's delightful, look.

But you've had three already. He's for the Lady Ann.

Of Cleves? Yes. Oh!

The settlements I've had to make on that woman.

The manors, the estates, and now a spaniel?

Oh, I'd so like to have the little dog.

May I give it to her?

Please.

Oh, it's a dear little thing.

She can have it. You Grace is so kind.

Oh, thank you, Sir!

Oh, Thank you!

I should have listened to Cranmer.

He said Cromwell was the best servant

a prince had and he was right.

Cromwell knew how to prod parliament.

And on light pretext, he made me put the man to death.

We were concerned only for Your Majesty's safety.

Yes. And you don't profit, no doubt.

I know the good service of the flatterers.

Now, leave me. Is it open? Yes, Sir.

Doctor says it must discharge freely...

What would you be without rank? Leave him to young Culpeper.

Does it offend you to do this? No, sir.

I don't wish the Queen to see it.

There's no-one else I trust.

Are you honest, boy?

Your Grace?

Well, you've never shown me anything but loyalty...

and affection.

You might have been my son, Thomas.

Your Grace, does me much honour.

No, not too tight.

Oh, it's strange. I was feeling so improved.

But says the fistula was caused by that fall I took,

do you remember? Yes, Sir.

And not God's judgment.

Oh, well, I can't joust any more, but when this is healed...

I'll rise at five, hear a mass at seven,

and ride till dinner time.

And not eat so much.

Your Grace will tire us all yet, Sir.

There's not a man in the kingdom works

longer or harder than Your Grace,

and they know it and love you for it.

You wait till our progress next month.

They'll be hunting up northern game aplenty.

Is it done? Yes, Sir.

Off with you, then.

Come. Now we should ride out together.

Come on. Come on. Down you get.

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh!

♪ Oh, I think of them That I think of most

♪ And I think of them In their peep-into-holes

♪ Creep is up And creep is down

♪ And peep into holes. ♪

Come here, you rat-catcher.

You can go now. Your Grace.

Who's that man?

The new secretary, Sir.

I've not seen him before.

He was in attendance on my grandmother.

His name?

Dereham, Sir.

We can't have you taking ill.

You look something pale of late.

Pinching your cheeks. No, Sir. I'm in good health.

Are you with a child?

No, sir.

I had a special jewel made for you, madam.

A jewel, Sir?

I had hope to have given it to you by now.

Do you have it here?

Oh, will you show it to me?

Well, it was to have been a reward

but I see, it must be a pledge instead.

This.

Beautiful, it is.

You should know I read bad, Sir.

A rose without a thorn.

Take it. Here.

Wear it now.

My very little girl.

We are pleased to learn Your Grace's subjects in the North

showed such gratifying repentance.

Oh, and such gratifying coin, My Lords!

Our return is also blessed

with the Princess's return to health.

We have asked our holy father of Lincoln

to draw up a Thanksgiving for this.

And for our good life with the Queen.

But, Sir, it's only... And know this, my Lord Archbishop...

we will not have Her Grace subject her to malicious gossip.

We will not have secret papers trusts into our hands.

Nor will we believe such calumnies

coming as they do from the Protestant members of this council.

Your Grace will have to know...

that since our first discovery, certain examinations

have been conducted.

The grippings, you mean. The rack.

No, sir. Simple inquiries into Her Grace's childhood.

Voluntary confessions made by the waiting women

in her grandmother's house.

And you believe servants' gossip?

Sir, their evidence is well substantiated...

and can be confirmed by my Lord Admiral

and the Duke of Suffolk.

You have been busy, haven't you?

Your Grace requested me to verify the facts.

For our protection. To prevent slander.

My Lord, I eat clerks, I don't listen to them!

Your Grace, we have indeed talked with the gentlewomen

who were in service to the Duchess of Norfolk.

Several of them were privy to the Queen's guilt...

and can testify to the...

impure life led by Her Grace before her marriage to you.

I give it no credence.

The lesser misconduct took place...

with one Mannox, a musician...

when Her Grace was but 13 years of age.

Made more culpable was a Master Dereham.

Dereham...

With a scar on his face.

And both these men were subsequently examined by Your Grace's secretary.

Dereham admits, Sir, that he was accustomed to visit

Her Grace's chamber at night...

and that they exchanged many gifts and love tokens.

You told me she was pure.

That there was no impediment to her marriage.

But the man, Dereham denies

any familiarity with the Queen since her marriage, Sir.

And this was some years ago?

Yes, Your Grace.

She's always shown perfect love to me.

Your Grace, we must consider the circumstance

of Master Dereham being lately taken into the Queen's service.

Thus proving her intention to wrong Your Grace

and therefore presumptive treason.

The musician confesses, Sir, to having felt the secrets

and other parts of the Queen's body.

To having seen a private mark on her body.

The other openly declares that he has known her Grace

carnally many times, and in the presence of these servants.

Henry?

Madam, your guilt is clear

and your life forfeit by the law.

But the King extends his gracious mercy to you.

He believes your sin's committed in ignorance.

If you do now acknowledge and make confession of them,

you will not suffer from it.

Thank the King for his mercy.

For his goodness.

Sorry if I have wronged him.

He's been most kind to me.

Madam... answer me now, truly and faithfully.

By the sacrament you received on Allhallows.

Did you not lie with Master Dereham?

You are on holy oath, madam.

I was constrained to it... Yes?

...without my will or consent.

And you call him husband?

You were, in fact, promised to him?

Never. No, sir. Madam, think now. I beg of you.

I am trying to help Your Grace.

If you acknowledge pre-contract...

you are bigamists but you may still be divorced.

It was no pre-contract.

I'm a Howard, Sir.

Master Dereham, a poor creature.

I was foolish with him, yes.

But he has not touched me nor looked upon me,

except in honour... since I married with the king.

And for good reason, which he admits.

What reason?

That he was supplanted by another.

That he was succeeded in Your Grace's attentions by one Thomas Culpeper.

Oh, Sir.

With your goodness, help me.

I beg you. Help me!

I would have wed him.

My little, sweet fool. And been his wife.

But they worked on me, Sir.

My Lord of Norfolk, Bishop Gardiner, my grandmother.

Talking, whispering together.

Talking till I was dazzled, till I was bound to the King.

Now, my fame is gone! I'm not as young as I was!

Madam, you must calm yourself.

Don't touch me! Your Grace.

You all handle me!

Your Lordship is a good man.

She was the devil... my cousin.

They broke her neck for it.

She died well they say.

Nobody... Oh, no!

Culpeper!

Thomas!

Thomas!

No!

No!

Signor Chapuys.

Good day, Your Excellency.

I must see His Majesty.

Not now, Sir. He will not hear of business.

He diverts himself in the field these four months.

Nevertheless, he will have to know that France

has broken the peace and attacks the emperor in his lands.

If I make war on France, Signor, I shall lose...

their annual tribute.

Is the emperor prepared to recompense me?

But, Sir, you... you have already concluded

with his Imperial Highness to campaign

against the common enemy.

How do I know he'll keep his word?

I've been cheated too often, Signor.

I'm quite independent.

If people want me, they may come forward... with offers.

But, Your Majesty, may I remind you that... Edward! Edward!

Are you all right?

It's all right.

Mistress Parr, you like children, I think.

I am not unused to them, Sir.

Since your husband's death...

I have seen you many times at court, Madam.

Your house is known for its entertainment.

My husband left me well provided, Sir.

You... You favour... the new faith, do you not, Madam?

I favour toleration, Sir, and freedom of conscience.

Many Protestants visit with you, I think,

among them Sir Thomas Seymour,

who has been paying you advances.

Are you promised to him?

No, sir.

Because I...

...I know you for a lady of good fame...

serious, and well-learned.

Madam, you... ...have that reputation.

In short, I wish to wed with you.

Your Majesty...

Well?

Your Majesty would find me ill-chosen for a wife.

Why? Account of my beliefs.

You think them so different?

By your pardon, Sir.

Yes?

When a boy of 15 can be tied to a stake at Smithfield

and burned for his faith.

For speaking against the Sacrament. That is a sin, Madam,

and the toleration of it, a worse sin.

Then I must be a great sinner, Sir,

and no fit wife for Your Grace.

Besides, I have no children... nor hope of issue.

And you said yourself, my children should have a home.

And...

And I... desire company, Madam.

I would not be alone.

Not alone.

♪ You pay me with a kiss. ♪

And now you shall try.

Oh! That is a wrong key.

Oh, no! False note, my boy.

Here. Pluck this. Pluck this.

♪ In this meadow You bade me with a... ♪

You see, brother?

He has found peace at last.

What kind, Sir?

A sort of peace.

A strange sort of love.

Send for Cranmer quickly.

Your Grace... must prepare to meet his God.

What judge sends you to pass this sentence?

Your physician, Sir... ...they can do no more.

Will Your Grace make confession now?

To Cranmer?

For my body...

...let it be laid at Windsor.

Yes, Your Grace.

With her...

...with Jane...

...Jane.

Your Grace.

Do you die in the faith of Christ?

Do you die in Christ's faith, Sire?

Of your charity, pray for the soul

of the most high and mighty prince,

our late Sovereign Lord, King Henry VIII.

Of your charity, pray for the soul

of the most high and mighty Prince,

our late Sovereign Lord, King Henry VIII.

Of your charity, pray for the soul

of the most high and mighty prince,

our late Sovereign Lord, King Henry VIII.