All language subtitles for Wolf Hall s02e01 Wreckage.eng

- Why does she keep looking up at the
tower?

- Because she thinks there's still
hope.

WHISPERING:
- Christ have mercy.

Jesu, receive my soul.

- SHE STIFLES SOB

SHE BREATHES UNEVENLY

CROWD GASP

EXECUTIONER MISDIRECTS

CROWD GASP

- Done?

- Done.

- Did it have to be this way?

So bloody.

- When negotiation and compromise
fail,

then your only course is to destroy
your enemy.

Before they wake in the morning,
Rafe...

..have the axe in your hand.

- Any message for the King?

- No message.

Back to your new master.

The King's married again.

- Good.

Marriages work better than wars.

Hmm?

If you want a kingdom, write a poem.

Pick some flowers.

Put your bonnet on and go wooing.

- CROMWELL CHUCKLES

- You're not wearing this, are you?

- I'm not going to go before the
bridegroom in mourning.

- When I was alive, my people wore
orange tawny.

The King might not want to be
reminded.

- Well, if he doesn't like it, he can
tell me to take it off.

- You keep that man, Wriothesley,
close?

- I know where I am with Call-Me.

He got started with your friend,
Stephen Gardiner, my old enemy.

Now he can't decide where to put his
money.

You can calculate the actions of a man
like that.

DOOR OPENS

- A letter for you, sir. Just arrived.

It's from her, isn't it?

The Princess Mary.

The...the Lady Mary.

The Princess, as was.

I recognise the hand.

What does she want?

- This letter...it never came.

You never saw it.

You understand?

MUSIC PLAYS

- Sir Geoffrey Pole wants to meet you,
sir.

Shall I say yes?

I think you ought.

- I don't come when I'm whistled for,
Call-Me.

- I'm trying to tell from his
expression

how the wedding night went.

I only mean they...they say the King
needs a lot of encouragement.

And Jane Seymour always looks
so...serious.

- The Queen.

The Queen.
- The Queen.

I wouldn't be surprised if she spent
the night

lying under the bed, praying.

- Right, I'll go and see if he managed
the deed. Shall I?

- Such freshness.

Such delicacy.

Such maidenly pudeur.

- I'm happy for Your Majesty.

- I have come out of Hell into Heaven,

and all in one night.

This whole matter has been difficult
and delicate.

And you have shown, Thomas, both
expedition...and firmness.

I've hesitated to promote you because
your grip is wanted

in the House of Commons.

But the House of Lords is equally
unruly...

..and requires a master.

So, to the Lords you shall go.

- Majesty.

- Thomas Boleyn, father of the Queen
that was...

..his office as Lord Privy Seal.

You can do that now.

- Majesty.

- My daughter has sent me a letter.

I don't recall giving her permission
to write to me. Did you?

- I would not presume, Majesty.

- She has not written to you?

- No, sire.

- She seems to entertain expectations
about her future as my heir,

as if she believes Jane will fail in
giving me a son.

- The Queen will not fail you, sire.

- Your son, Gregory, does he defy you?

- No, sire.
- Nor should any dutiful child.

Yet my daughter, Mary, refuses to take
the oath

and acknowledge me as head of the
Church.

I shall not tolerate this defiance,

not from a child to whom I gave life.

- She loves you, Majesty. She loves
you.

I will convince her to take the oath.

- Do you sleep at nights, Crumb?

- Eh?

- You bear a burden of work no other
man has carried.

- CROMWELL TITTERS

- I sometimes wonder where you come
from.

- Putney, Majesty.

CROMWELL CHUCKLES

MUFFLED VOICES

Your Grace.

- Master Secretary.

Would you, uh...?

Would you like to kiss my hand?

Or, uh, anything?

- MUSIC PLAYS DISTANTLY

MUSIC FADES

MUFFLED CHEERS

COURT CHEERS

I've asked Call-Me to go to Hunsdon to
talk the Lady Mary into sense.

Can you go with him, if the King will
spare you?

- Should you not go yourself, sir?

- Not yet.

You must go first.

Don't let Call-Me try to frighten her.
It won't work.

She's brave, like her mother.

And remember everything she says,
Rafe, everything.

In fact, as soon as you leave the
room, write it down.

Yes?

QUIETLY:
- Pole. Geoffrey Pole is coming.

- We should meet.

- Well, that would honour me, Sir
Geoffrey.

- Come out to my house at Lordington.

- Come to me. I'm busy.

- My friends expect...

- Oh, you can bring your friends.

- We made a bargain with you,
Cromwell.

We expect Mary to be restored to the
succession. - Mm.

POLE GASPS

- Still? Even now?

- Especially now.

- But at court, I can't imagine a
circumstance in which

you would use it.

- It's because I can't imagine a
circumstance that I need it.

Go and find Chapuys.

My compliments to him.

May I give him supper?

Tell him I have a ravenous appetite
for diplomacy.

- Very interesting.

I thought your new queen looked well
enough... - Mm-hm.

- ..for a plain woman.
- Mm.

While the King is in this merry mood,

press him to name the Princess Mary as
his heir.

Pending, of course, a son by his new
wife.

And it is Lady Mary.

She's no longer to be termed Princess,
as you know, Ambassador.

In this merry mood? Ha.

There's a papal bull of
excommunication

hanging over my master.

No king can live like that, threatened
in his own realm.

Ask the Emperor to speak to the Pope.

- All Europe is keen to heal the
breach.

Let the King approach Rome in a spirit
of penitence,

and undo the legislation that has
separated your country

from the universal church.

As soon as that is done, His Holiness
will be pleased

to welcome back his lost sheep.
- CROMWELL CHUCKLES

Along with the revenues due, I
imagine, with interest paid

for the missing years.
- Mm.

I suppose the normal banking rules
will apply. - I see.

So...

..prepare the Lady Mary for rule,
forswear the Gospels,

embrace the Pope.
- Mm-hm.

- Bow the knee to idols,

and undo all that we've done of these
last four years.

LAUGHING: What shall I do in these
brave new days?

I mean, me personally.

- Mm.

Perhaps back to the smithy?

- I think I've lost the blacksmith's
art.

But I can still swing a hammer.

Now listen to what I have to say.

Mary believes Boleyn's execution means
her father will

welcome her back to the court.

Disillusion her, or I will.

She must take the oath of obedience.

- Let me be exact about what you ask
of her.

She must recognise that her mother's
marriage was of no effect,

and she must swear to uphold the child
of a woman...

- Old Bishop Fisher refused to take
the oath, and Henry executed him.

Thomas More refused it, and he too is
sure to buy a head.

- Henry will not kill his own
daughter. - Oh, really?

Who knows what Henry will do?

- I do not understand you, Cromwell.

Why are you not afraid?

You should be afraid.

You are quite alone in this world.

You have Henry's favour, it's true.

But if he withdraws it...

You know the Cardinal's fate.

And you have no affinity, no great
family at your back.

For when all is said...

..you are a blacksmith's son.

Your whole life depends on the next
beat of Henry's heart,

on his smile or frown.

He wanted to be free of La Anna - but
to grant him his wish,

what a picture you put in the minds of
all Christian men.

The Queen of England on her back with
her skirts hauled up.

Come one, come all.

Ha.

Perhaps he will not forgive you, mon
cher,

for exposing him to this ridicule.

- Never enter a contest of wills with
the King.

Don't try to flatter him.

Instead, well, give him something for
which he can take credit.

The King hates ingratitude.

He hates disloyalty.

He will give half his kingdom, rather
than be baulked.

He refuses to be cheated out of any
part of his will.

He doesn't want people who say, "No,
but..."

He wants people who say, "Yes..."

- IRRITATED:
- What are you writing?

- It's a record of what I've learned.

How to read the king, how to
anticipate him.

- Ah. Oh...

A book called Henry.

A dangerous thing to leave lying
around.

- I won't leave it lying around.

- Never let Henry know he needs you.

He doesn't like to think he's incurred
a debt to a subject.

And don't turn your back on him.

That's not just a matter of protocol.

- BELLS CHIME

So, how did our Lady Mary look?

- Ill.

- Never send me there again.

Sir, the house, it was full of the
Poles.

They boasted that you were nought.

That Mary was returning to court.

That the Pope would be restored, and
the world put to rights again.

When we went in, we greeted her as the
Lady Mary, but...

She was enraged.

She demanded the title of Princess and
that we should kneel to her.

She says she will never take the oath.

She cannot accept her father as the
head of the Church.

- I do not think she's as strong in
her resolve as her people think.

- No?

- She did ask, "Why does the Lord
Privy Seal not come himself?"

It is as if she is waiting for you,
sir.

So she can tell all of Europe you
enforced her.

She can take the oath, and it'd be no
blame to her.

- Something else?

- The King has received a letter from
Rome, from Reginald Pole.

He just stared at it...

..as if it came hot from the pit and
signed by the Devil.

I do not know its contents.

- I do.

- Pole. His book has come, out of
Italy.

My cousin, my trusted kin.

I paid for his studies, I funded him
to travel.

How can he sleep at night?

The one thing I cannot endure is
ingratitude, disloyalty.

He claims that for the whole of my
reign,

I have plundered my subjects and
dishonoured the nobility,

and that if I will not turn England
back to Rome

and bow before the Pope, he exhorts
the Emperor to invade

and my own subjects to rise up and
murder me.

- It must strike Your Majesty that
such a rising

cannot only be against somebody...

..but must also be for somebody.

- Of course.

But do you not see how this all works
together?

He exhorts Europe to take arms against
me, and at the very

same hour my own daughter defies me.

The Pole family schemes to wed him to
Mary

and put him on the throne.

- Lady Mary regards Your Majesty's
favour more than any bridegroom.

She will comply.
- So you say.

But, then, you always defend her.

- She's young, Your Majesty.

She's a young woman.

These people who call themselves her
supporters,

they take advantage of her.

I don't believe she can fully
comprehend their schemes.

- Well, I lived with her mother for 20
years,

and I can tell you, she could
comprehend any scheme.

- What shall I do for you, sir?

- There is an exchange of letters
between Mary and Pole.

I know it.

Find them.

And find out if Margaret Pole knew
about her wretched son's book.

I want him back here from Italy.

Promise what you like.

Assure him what you like.

I want to look him in the eye.

- You had a warning of it, Pole's
book.

- I've been watching Reginald Pole for
a year.

I still have friends in Italy.

- My God.

No wonder you dealt so boldly with the
Poles.

With this card in your hand, you could
bring them down,

the whole family.

- I could have brought them down over
two years ago.

Go back to Hunsdon, arrive without
warning. Search the house.

If you find copies of letters between
Lady Mary and Reginald Pole,

any of the Poles, bring them to me,
and me only, Call-Me.

No copies to our friend in France,
Stephen Gardiner.

- Sir.

- Mary.

Mary!

- So, shall I tell the King that you
repudiate him? Reginald.

- Repudiate?

That is strong.

- Deprecate.

You may say we deprecate his writings
and are dismayed.

- I would suggest, astonished.

Struck by sorrow.

Frozen with horror to find he belies
his Prince.

Slanders him, threatens him with
invasion.

Tells him he's damned.

- We helped you pull down the Boleyns
when they were threatening

your life. You owe us a debt.

- I owe you nothing, madam.

The obligation is entirely on the
other side.

And now I look to your aid to keep
Mary in the land of the living,

where I think she'll do most good.

Even before this...

..this book arrived, she was in
jeopardy

due to her own foolish pride.

But now, because the King suspects she
is complicit with this,

her position is graver still.

And it is your family - your family,
madam -

that has put her in this danger.

- I do not see, sir, what your
interest is in this.

If you save Mary, you cannot imagine
she will favour you thereafter.

- Should she become Queen, then she
will at once...

- My lady Mother.

- Ah.

The Treason Act.

I see its tripwire.

It is a crime now to envisage a future
beyond the life

of our present king.

- In past months, you've spoken with
the Emperor's man, Chapuys,

and assured him that England's ready
to rise against its king.

- Well, it's quite...
- Don't interrupt me.

The common law has ways to protect the
realm from traitors, madam.

I mean an act of attainder, by which
all property and lands

are seized without need of trial.

Why don't you write a letter to Lady
Mary?

- Saying what?
- Saying what?

Saying the King is to be obeyed.

- You will carry it?

- Give it to your friend, Ambassador
Chapuys.

That way the Lady cannot say it's
forged.

- You are a snake, Cromwell.

- Oh, no.

A dog, madam.

And on your scent.

- Today there is only one matter,

the matter of my daughter.

To be defied by her.

To know that my own kin and cousins
urge her on.

To be reviled in my own house by that
monster of ingratitude, Pole.

So, I warn you, if I hear so much as
one voice raised

in support of that errant creature, my
daughter,

I shall know I am hearing treason.

I am taking advice.

I have called in the judges to
consider which is the best way

to bring her to trial.

- Jesus save us.

Your flesh and blood?

I implore you...

..think before you do this.

You will make yourself a monster in
the sight of all.

- Pardon your old friend's plain
speaking, Majesty.

We are all overwrought.

- Fitzwilliam!

Take yourself out of the Council
Chamber before I have you taken out!

My patience is not infinite, neither
with you, nor my daughter!

- Some of us are trying to save you
from yourself, Harry.

You are flailing and injuring all
about you

because Pole has insulted you.

You reckon with your enemies, not your
friends.

That you should consider...

..bringing your own daughter before a
court.

Because what then?

I'll tell you now, she is guilty. What
needs a judge?

She will not swear the oath.

She will say she is not a bastard, but
a princess of England,

and that you are no more head of the
Church than I am!

And then what will you do?

Cut off her head?

Hands off, Cromwell!

Oh!

- Now, get out.

While YOU still have your head, you
dolt!

- Oh, no.

That won't do.

Getting up a fight for my benefit,

when I know that you agree with him.

Mary knows what declaration I require
of her.

She has known it since the oath was
first framed.

If she has entertained some notion
that I will creep back to Rome,

then she is a greater fool than I
thought her.

So, good Privy Seal, as you love me
and love my service,

you will bring this matter to a
conclusion.

We will not come here to debate it
again.

- Conclusion?

What does that mean?

- Christ, Cromwell...

I think he wants you to kill her.

- I'm a dead man, Eustace.

I'm in this matter so deep, there's no
going back.

I assured the King that Mary would
comply.

- The Emperor will not suffer Mary to
be mistreated.

He will send ships.

- No, no. You know, and I know as
well. Come on.

The Emperor in arms has no power to
save Mary.

The case is urgent.

THUNDER RUMBLES

- You eat these raw?
- We do.

- We bake them in tarts.

Mm.

Mary expected to be embraced without
question once Anne Boleyn came down.

- She doesn't know her father.

THUNDER CRACKS

- How could she?

She has been in prison for five years.
- Prison?

She's been kept in great comfort.

- For God's sake, don't tell her that.

Tell her she has suffered grievously,

in case she feels she has not done
enough.

She boasts to me she's not afraid of
the axe.

- She doesn't want to live?

- Not at any price, sir.

It is her mother.

I believe she vowed to Catherine she
would never give way.

Vows to the living may be set aside,
with their permission,

but the dead do not negotiate.

- THUNDER BOOMS

- Only a fool stands in a tower during
a lightning storm.

What's this?

Ah, it's Mary's hand. Ha.

Dear God...

She called you her chief friend in the
world?

Why?

- ROLLING THUNDER RUMBLES

- Why does she call you her friend?

Something her mother told her. It can
only be that.

Well...

It seems to me that if she trusts you,
so must I.

Which is an unfortunate situation to
be in.

- Why? All I ask is you advise that
she be ruled by her father.

The Pope will forgive her...

..if she submits to save her life.

Tell her that you've asked for
absolution for her.

Of course, when Anne Boleyn was alive,
there was no chance

that the King would restore her to the
succession.

But now...

..if she obeys her father in every
particular...

- You are making her this offer?

- Tell her...

..if she is ever to compromise her
conscience,

now's the time.

When she can do herself the most good.

- It seems to me you are saying to
her,

"You can live, but only as Cromwell
permits.

"You can reign, even, but only through
Cromwell's grace."

- Explain it as you like.

THUNDER CRACKS

- Oh...

You brought me up here because you
knew the storm

was coming, didn't you?

- No, I like watching the sky.

And tell her she need not sign the
usual oath.

I will compose a letter as if from her
to her father.

I'll have it written out, I'll bring
it to her myself.

All she need do is sign it.

- If this is discovered, you...

You risk your life for her?

- But tell her...

..if she does not give way now,

if she will not sign the letter, then
she's dead to me.

I shall never...

..never see her or speak to her again.

THUNDER BOOMS

- Harry knows he did wrong.

First, he married his brother's wife,

and then he had the misfortune to
marry a witch.

He knows very well what witches do -
they shrivel your member.

Then you die.

I've told him, "Majesty, don't brood
on it.

"Fetch in the Archbishop.

"Discharge your conscience.

"And start again."

You tell him.

He'll take it from you.

Whereas, me, he...

He thinks I'm a fool.

- Come, my lord.

The Howards are twitching.

They want to know what we're talking
about.

- Oh.

You're right.

Norfolk doesn't trust you.

He doesn't want you left alone with
Mary.

- My Lords of Norfolk and Suffolk.

And Thomas Cromwell, at last.

May we hope Your Lordship will refrain
from abusing

the furnishings. The tapestry you rent
was worth �100.

- Was it so?

I wouldn't use it to wipe my arse.

Where's your husband?

Never mind. I'll find him myself.

John!

John Shelton!

John! Where are you?

- He attacked the tapestry?

- See for yourself.

He tried to tear it down, in his fury.

He threatened Lady Mary with a beating
if she would not comply.

- Well, you know what he is, Anne.

He speaks to a woman as if she were a
town wall,

and he has to breach her.

- But I think it was a charade.

- A charade? Really?

Norfolk?

- I do not think he wants Mary to
acquiesce, not really.

- Why not?

SHE HESITATES

- When Anne was alive, he could boast
that a Howard sat on the throne.

That's not a boast he liked to give
up. - Hmm.

- While Mary holds fast...

..he might still find another way to
the throne.

If Mary capitulates and Henry makes
her heir, that hope is lost.

- Thomas Howard.

I wonder, you dare?

My Lord Suffolk, you have given no
offence.

- Oh.

In that case...

- But you...

You must think a woman a very feeble
creature, if you expect

her memory doesn't reach back a two
week.

- My sweet lady...

Well...

Here's Cromwell.

All will be right now.

- It will be right when my Lord
Norfolk makes it right.

Would you use me as you do your wife?

- What?

- I mean, would you beat me?

- Who told you I beat my wife?

Cromwell, was it you?

- You have no respect for any woman,
though she be set above you by God.

Go out of here.

I wish to speak with Lord Cromwell
alone.

- Hold hard, Howard. Here I am.

- Unhand me!

It's cramp!

- I hear you are Lord Privy Seal.

You are grown very grand, Lord
Cromwell.

I suspect you were always very grand.

Only we did not see it.

Who knows God's plan?

- I understand Monsieur Chapuys has
spoken to you.

- Yes.

He's thus offered me certain advice.

- Which disappointed you?

- Which surprised me.

- I hope he brought home to you the
peril in which you stand?

- He said Cromwell has used all the
grace that is in him.

Risked all.

He said you feel the axe's edge.

No other lord has spoken for me.

Not Norfolk, he would not. Not
Suffolk, he DURST not.

Not even the Poles or the Courtenays.

I thought they would all say plain
what I know they believe...

..and would aid me to be restored in
my father's favour.

But they...
- But they have left you to bear the risk.

They have practice at scuttling into
cover.

- I have felt...

..so alone.

- GLASS SMASHES

- It was John Shelton's, he had it of
the Venetians.

- You have put all your strength into
saying no.

Now you must say yes.

Do you think only weak people obey the
law?

Because it terrifies them?

Do you imagine only weak people do
their duty,

because they dare not do other?

The truth is far different, Mary.

In obedience, there is strength and
tranquillity.

And you will feel them.

It will be like the sun after a long
winter.

Choose to live, and you will thrive.

Don't read it.

Then you can repudiate it later...

..if you have to.

- I often think, why did I not die in
the cradle or the womb,

like my brothers and sisters?

It must be that God has a design for
me.

Soon I, too, may be elevated beyond
what seems possible now.

- Well, the will of our...Heavenly
Father is often obscure.

But the will of your earthly father is
plain.

Your resistance has...

..has injured him, it's made him ill.

- I believe it.

It has made me ill, too.

- MARY EXHALES

- My skull aches.

I would give anything to ride again.

They do not let me have a saddle
horse.

John Shelton is afraid that if the
country people see me,

they will kneel to me and acclaim me
as Princess.

- I have a sweet dapple grey in my
stable.

She can be with you tomorrow.

Her name is Douceur.

But you can change it, if you like.

- No, it is a good name.

- When you come back to court, you can
have everything your heart desires.

BROKEN GLASS TINKLES

The King has spoken to me about what
he will give you.

MARY SOBS SOFTLY

Lady Mary...

MARY SOBS LOUDLY

DOOR OPENS

- Mary!

Stop that noise.

- MARY SOBS

- Let go of the Lord Privy Seal.

And put your cap on.

Oh...!

Look, I'll take you to Lady Bryan to
put you to rights.

Oh...

Blow your nose.

- Cromwell.

Did she sign?

Show me.

Show me!

- Well done, Crumb.

- No, no...

This isn't right. It's not the
official oath.

- She recognises the King as Supreme
Head under Christ

of the Church of England.

She acknowledges her mother's marriage
to be incestuous,

under God's law and man's.

What more do you want her to say?

- What did you have to promise her?

- Nothing.

Her father's love.

Nothing more.

- Huh.

- Another glass.

- Yes, sire.

Another glass.

- QUIET CHATTER

She's ready, sire.

- This day has been long in coming.

You may conduct her to us, Lord
Cromwell.

- We have done our best with her.

In my opinion, a gentler hue would
have flattered her complexion,

but she wished to be as regal as
possible.

- I'm more concerned she doesn't trip
over her feet and land

before her father in a heap.

- My Lord Cromwell.

- My Lady.

- I forgot to thank you for the dapple
grey.

She is a gentle creature, as you
promised.

- Madam, King is waiting.

- Lord Cromwell sent me a pretty mount
from his own stable.

Her name was Douceur.

It is a good name, but I have renamed
her.

I've called her Pomegranate.

It was my mother's emblem.

I am bound to you now, Lord Cromwell.

I'm bound to pray for you during my
life.

- Here.

Wear this.

- Oh!

- It's too big.
- It can be reset.

You're too generous, my sweetheart.

- You are gracious, madam.

I wish you nothing but what is for
your comfort.

I hope you will have a child soon.

I shall pray for it daily.

I take you now as my own lady mother.

As if God had ordained the same.

- SHE WHISPERS

- The Queen says it would be difficult
even for God to ordain,

as she is but seven years your senior.

- Tell her it is an expression of my
regard.

It is an established form of
well-wishing. Her Grace...

- You understand, don't you,
sweetheart?

Shall we go in?

- I will not go before you.

- Madam, you are Queen. You must.

- Then let us go as sisters.

Neither one before the other.

- Come, angels...

Is she not a jewel unto herself?

Is she not, Cromwell?

Lord Cromwell has behaved to my lady
daughter with such tenderness

and care that he could not have done
more if he were my own kinsman.

Which, of course, he could not be.

- THEY LAUGH

- But I mean to reward him,

and his whole house.

- Lord Cromwell could not be more to
me than if he were my own kin.

- And then he remembered who my
parents were.

THEY LAUGH

- To your success, sir, though you ran
it to the danger point.

- He delays to show his power.

- Nothing amiss there, since he has
it.

- Yes. Well, let us hope you have no
reason to regret your goodness

towards her.

- Mm. Mm.

I promised her mother I'd look after
her.

- What?

When?

- When I went up to Kimbolton, when
she was ill.

Just before she died.

Catherine asked me to promise that no
harm would come

to her daughter.

- Why did you agree to it?

- You could not know, sir, what
Catherine was asking.

- That's the point of a promise, isn't
it?

It wouldn't have any value if you
could see what it might cost you

when you make it.

- Still, best if it goes no further.

We shall consign it to the shadows.

- Don't try and make it a dirty little
secret, Riche.

It was an act of kindness, no more.

- Does Mary know about this promise?

- No, no-one knows.

I've never spoken about it till this
moment.

Back in the Cardinal's day, they used
to call me the butcher's dog,

and that's what I am. I'm a good dog.

If you sent me to guard something,
I'll do it.

HE TINKLES WINE GLASS

CARDINAL LAUGHS

- I'd forgotten that.

That Stephen Gardiner called you my
butcher's dog.

Mm.

Meant unkindly, of course, because of
my father's

lowly profession,

and not understanding the most
important thing about a dog.

That he is loyal and true.

And you have been loyal, Thomas.

You've wreaked a terrible vengeance on
my enemies in these days,

my friend.

Thomas More and the Queen, her
brother,

Brereton...

..Norris.

- If I wanted to revenge myself on all
your enemies,

I'd have to strike down half the
nation.

CARDINAL LAUGHS

- No doubt, no doubt.

Of course, some might ask who was the
greatest

of Wolsey's enemies?

Some might ask when chance serves,

what revenge will Cromwell take on his
sovereign?

Such thoughts...

..might reach the King.

And there's an end of it.

- There are no endings, only
beginnings.

Come on, master butcher,

throw your dog a bone.

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