Anne of the Thousand Days Page #7

I am sorry to see you go.

The King has gone beyond me.

Through that one woman,

I am lost forever.

Do not neglect the King,

but see to your own safety.

It happens

that I have been unwell lately.

Therefore I have given up my office

and shall leave the court and go home.

There I will speak of nothing

but... domestic affairs.

Well, God be with you.

It is Pope or King,

there is no other choice.

For me it must be the Pope.

I must follow my conscience.

I cannot sign.

Though I am sorry to lose old friends,

you will die for it.

There are hundreds of my Order who in

good conscience cannot take this oath.

Must they all die?

If they insist, they will.

My cause is just.

The English Ohurch cut off from Rome

is without an anchor.

The only anchor I know is the King.

The King had to choose,

so must the Olergy.

Well, Sir Thomas?

I have come to say goodbye, Your Grace.

I gave up my chain of office today

as you kindly permitted.

And when that day comes when you

have to choose, will you sign the oath?

I shall read the document with care

and hope that my conscience

will permit me to sign, Your Grace.

Goodbye... Thomas.

Goodbye, My Lord.

Goodbye, Prior John.

You leave this world of your own will...

and I am sad for it.

Your Majesty, it will go on without us.

And that is the last of them

who dare question.

The rest will die silent.

I think there has never been a king

who gave so much to find his way

to the heart of the woman he loved.

I have stabbed, fought and clawed my way

through tissues of the Ohurch and State.

I've looted and plundered. I've ripped

and torn the bodies of my friends.

And all to come to this day.

And yet, not once...

Not once have you said, "I love you."

Now, my Nan...

My Nan will say it now.

Yes.

I do love you.

No.

No, that's not it.

That's not what I meant.

- What more do you want, My Lord?

- I don't know.

I don't know,

but I still don't have you.

Tell me, Nan,

did someone some day say to you,

never give in to him,

never melt to him,

never forget to hate him for a time,

otherwise you'll lose him?

- I've said it to myself.

- And do you say so still?

- Yes.

- I see.

I see.

Keep your heart, then!

Preserve your special chastity.

I'm too old to suffer the longings,

passions and frenzy of a stupid boy!

Writing poems in the night

to the cold-hearted b*tch that I love

and tearing them up.

Pacing up and down in my room,

unable to sleep.

Sons you have promised me when

you are Queen, and sons I will have.

Sons without love if I must.

Enjoy your palace.

I will not come near you again

until the marriage day.

Henry!

I do love you.

Henry, I love you. I love you

with all my heart. I love you.

- Oan this be true?

- I love you.

Take me, take me now.

I want to be yours only.

I've been yours for a long time.

Now, you for the first time

are mine too.

Henry.

These men who were to die,

let them live.

- It was done for you.

- I no longer care about the divorce.

I'm so in love with you,

my darling heart.

Oan it be true after this long time?

God in heaven, I do love you

with my whole heart.

And our love will make a son

that will rule the world.

Our son.

A son. A son.

With that and your love I'd be

the King I've always wanted to be,

wise, generous, just, merciful.

So I'll kill no man for you.

It's like a new age.

Wildfire in the air

and in the blood.

Harry!

The King sent for me to meet him here.

Here?

Perhaps he is jealous and testing

my faithfulness by bringing us together.

Perhaps.

- Has he reason to be jealous?

- No. Never

Well, well. You're his concubine,

I have a hag for a wife.

Now I am to arrest Wolsey

who began it all. Oold comfort.

- Arrest him? He's old and sick.

- I thought it was your doing.

No. I'm past hating him.

- Give him the warrant.

- Your Grace.

Well, there's your first love.

The one you hated me for.

- Did your heart race?

- No, you great royal fool.

- I'm a happy man.

- And I, My Great King,

I'm with child.

Anne.

Nan. Nan! [laughs joyously]

Where is she? What keeps her?

The Lady...

- Begin. Begin.

- Yes.

Your Grace, the door must be open,

that is to say, for legality.

- Witnesses are required.

- Here they are. On, man, on, on.

It's a new fashion. Marry the one

before you divorce the other.

Henry, wilt thou take Anne,

here present, to thy lawful wife

- according to the rites of the Ohurch?

- I will.

Anne, wilt thou take Henry,

here present, to thy lawful husband

according to the rites

of our Holy Mother Ohurch?

I will.

- "I, Henry, take thee, Anne."

- I, Henry, take thee, Anne...

- "To my wedded wife."

- To my wedded wife.

"To my wedded wife,

to have and to..."

To my wedded wife, to have and to hold,

for better, for worse,

- in sickness and in health...

- "Till death us do part."

and thereto I plight thee my troth.

And after that, Nan,

you shall have bells and the crowning.

[guard] Stand back. Stand back.

- Out of the way.

- Stand back. Stand back!

[bells toll]

Here, Nan, for luck.

The flowers of May.

[bells continue]

[fanfare]

[cannons continue firing]

How much were they paid to cheer?

A groat each.

A thousand between here and Westminster.

They should've got a silver penny.

They'd have thrown caps in the air.

God save Queen Oatherine!

We've been outbid

by the Spanish Ambassador.

Whore! King's whore!

Long live the Queen!

- There's an honest fellow.

- Which queen does he mean, My Lord?

- Whore!

- Long live the true Queen!

[man] Whore!

Long live Queen Oatherine! Whore!

Heralds, play!

[jeering]

- Long live Queen Oatherine!

- Whore!

Out! Out!

The King would speak with his Queen.

Out!

[ladies-in-waiting giggle]

Oome here.

It's a long time

since I've kissed a queen.

Nan, I've kept

every part of the bargain.

Will you be happy now?

My Queen, my woman, my...

- Whore, the crowd said.

- Damn the Spanish Ambassador!

You must outbid him at the christening.

In four months when I give you a son

I want cheers ofjoy.

They wont need bribes.

It'll be the happiest day

in the history of this kingdom.

Would you rape a pregnant woman?

Oh, Nan. God, forgive me.

You great royal fool!

Whoa there, boy.

[horse whinnies, bell tolls]

Go and get her!

- Your pardon, madam, the Queen calls.

- Is it born? A boy?

It is nearly time, the midwife says.

Fetch the King.

I've waited 20 years for this.

I shall teach him to ride,

wrestle, draw a bow.

It makes a man young again

to have a son.

[man, afar] Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

Here comes my good news.

The child is born!

[baby cries]

The child is perfectly formed

and in good health, Your Majesty.

I have failed.

I have failed.

God help me

Give me privacy.

Don't weep. Pinch your cheeks

and give them colour. Sit up and smile.

Your are the Queen. Brazen it out.

A girl this time, but a boy

the next time. Do you hear me?

- Is she beautiful?

- Yes, she is.

[baby continues to cry]

Give me the child.

Give me my daughter.

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