Mary Queen of Scots
1
Elizabeth,
my dear cousin,
this will be the last of my unsent letters.
Tomorrow there will no longer
be two queens in England.
Ye'! I find I bear you no grudge;
rather 6 am filled with a deep compassion.
I know you are as powerless
to change your role,
as I have been to change mine.
l am frightened, Your Majesty.
Don't be.
I thank you for staying with me.
I'm not going to let them take you.
I will protect you.
For you must be allowed
to have your own life.
You will be the queen,
they never let me be.
When I think back 44 years ago in Scotland,
had an easy start in life.
I could barely move my tiny hands,
yet politics was already clawing
at my unsuspecting soul.
Pay attention,
give me your hand.
Hold your dress.
Concentrate,
keep your head up,
look straight ahead.
Very good, Marie.
I don
but' mine was not' a very settled upbringing.
As you must know
your father was so determined
he sent troops to ransack my country.
$0 many Scots lost their lives
in my rough wooing as an infant queen.
When I was being carted
from one stronghold to another,
sometimes I couldn't tell whether
what I was seeing was real or a nightmare.
Farewell, my child,
and may God grant you safe passage
to a more peaceful land.
They will protect you.
You are feverish again.
That's good, my dear,
the fever will take away your fear!
The only way my mother could protect me
was to dispatch me overseas.
Overnight' my destiny changed.
I was no longer to be Queen of England,
bu'! Queen of France,
packed off like precious merchandise
another mysterious bridegroom.
It's lucky for you I took that' boat'.
If I'd have stayed,
you wouldn't be sifting
What is your name?
Well...
But which one is the Queen?
You choose.
Look!
I can kill just by moving my finger.
Come back.
Come and look!
News
news from England
Queen Mary Tudor
What?
She is dead.
My cousin Elizabeth...
She is Queen now...
I just know.
Elizabeth?
What?
Over there?
What's up, who's that?
l am the Queen.
What?
That's impossible.
lam the Queen.
l am Queen of France...
You should have said so right away.
I'm Queen of England, delighted.
And I am also
Queen of Scotland...
Well, my dear,
you're in France.
And there you will stay.
Why do you laugh?
Because, actually,
I intend to come.
- Where?
- To England, stupid!
Oh, no you won't!
Will!
Won't!
Will!
Won't!
Will!
I thought we were cousins.
Which of these cousins
is most inflamed?
I will reply to her immediately.
We will be the best sisters
in the world.
I shall send her
my portrait, too.
Better yet, let me go and
meet her in person. - No.
- We understand each other,
she and I.
We are like twins.
This will not do.
You cannot address her as Queen.
That woman is a bastard.
Even if she were,
she is my cousin.
Mary have you forgotten what the English
have done to your country?
I was the cause of a war.
Do not succumb to your
womanly instincts and kindness,
do not let them cloud
your reason.
There can be no dialogue
with that...
that pretender to the Throne.
When she dies, you shall be
the English Queen.
Why should she die?
You see
You and you alone can restore
the true faith in that blasphemous land.
Carrying three crowns
is a grave responsibility,
but impossible as long as
that illegitimate heretic is alive.
She has to go.
I will not crush her,
I will win her over.
Elizabeth,
my dear sister,
now England has two Queens.
A delightful conundrum.
But not everyone here approves
of me consorting with a foreign power.
I have been advised
that my claim for the English crown
is based on legitimate descent.
Accordingly,
I am having the English coat of arms
added to my royal portraits.
You need not' fear for your person.
I have no wish to disturb you.
But if you do ever respond to me,
you should address me as Queen of
France, Scotland and England.
What an enchanting voice.
You are charming.
You make me tremble.
- Come up and join us.
- Oh, yes come up.
Wait.
That hurts.
Tomorrow I will join the hunt.
Isn't it a little too early?
I feel strong again.
For the first time this year,
I will lead the hunt.
For you!
No, my dear cousin,
I will no'! disappear
I am confident
that I still have a life to discover.
You of all people will appreciate
that once born a queen,
one must be a master
of one 's own destiny.
lf I can no longer be Queen of France,
l am still and will remain Queen of Scots.
Yes, I know.
Let us sing our song, Rizzio.
It's so cold here and my subjects
seem to hate their Queen.
That is because your subjects
don't know their Queen yet and
the Queen has to get used
to sharper blades.
How does my cousin do it?
How?
everyone who contradicts you!
I could throw Knox into the dungeons,
but that would merely make matters worse.
Tolerance can easily be
misinterpreted, Your Majesty.
At least you're beautiful.
She is really ugly, they say.
Even if they do write erotic
Sonnets about her...
No wonder! She has no husband,
but countless lovers!
And she's seven inches
shorter than you are.
Poooor her.
Look,
it's crooked.
And me, do you remember
when I fell into the fountain.
And look at my bump
That's nothing.
And me,
I have a birthmark right here.
That's nothing.
Mine is worse.
Come closer.
My heart and my pride have just been
stabbed by this rabble-rouser.
I'm frightened, dear cousin.
Why do men of god seem
so afraid of women?
(an we not have a twin kingdom,
with two sisters on twin thrones,
putting an end to all the bloodshed?
Protestants and Catholics living in peace,
guided by the example of our sisterly unify.
Oh, I wish I'd seen her face to face.
Touch her hands
What does she really
look like, De Croc?
Believe me, she is as curious
about you as you are about her.
Of course she is,
she must be.
Do tell her not to fear
coming to Scotland,
It's not that bad, after all.
Does she really bathe
in warm milk?
Is it true
she has bad breath?
They say she beats her lovers.
Is it true
she wears no underwear?
And can't have children?
Off you go, ladies, we wish
I promise to divulge more gossip later.
Could you perhaps suggest the prospect
of a meeting between the two Queens?
She extends to you any help you may need
in making preparations for a future match.
Oh, does she?
I wonder who she will
recommend to be my husband.
What of her empty matrimonial bed,
your Majesty?
At least, you know
what it's like to be married.
My dear cousin,
I'm delighted to hear you are interested
in the possibility of me marrying again.
I 'm rather excited at the prospect
of receiving a queue of young suitors.
Alas, I seem to lack
the good fortune to meet any man
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