The Other Boleyn Girl Page #6

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the queen...

...being seduced by the Devil...

...did knowingly commit incest,

high treason...

...and offenses against God.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, my lord.

The love I have for my brother

is the natural love any sister...

...would have for someone

with whom she's grown up...

...nursed when sick,

played with as a child.

Judge me, my lords,

but never forget...

...your verdicts will be judged by God

in the greatest court of all.

My lords,

the time has come to pass judgment.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

No, no, no.

No, no, no!

Please, please,

you must believe me.

You must believe me.

I've done nothing, please.

Please, My Grace.

The Lord is my shepherd.

And thy kingdom will be free...

...to meet in green pastures and

he leadeth me to a great lord.

He quicken my soul,

he bringeth me in the path...

Leave us.

All of you.

Your Majesty.

I'm told I'm too late for my brother,

George.

I beg you.

Spare my sister.

I understand she has offended you.

You wish to replace her as queen.

But must she die?

She has been tried

and found guilty.

You could send her away.

No one would know.

Why are you here for her?

You have put yourself at great risk.

Because she's my sister...

...and therefore one half of me.

And I would do nothing...

...to hurt any part of you.

Go.

We didn't.

George and I, we...

The guards are letting them in.

You'll be spared.

The king as good

as gave me his word.

He saw you?

They say he's with Jane Seymour

now.

Is it true?

No.

Thank you.

A generous lie.

Will you hold me?

You'll look after Elizabeth?

It won't come to that, I promise.

I promise.

He'll keep his word.

I know he will.

Masters.

I here humbly submit to the law...

...as the law has judged me.

As for my offenses...

...God knows them.

And I remit them to God...

...beseeching him

to have mercy on my soul.

I beseech Jesus...

...save my sovereign...

...and master, the king.

The goodli...

The goodliest...

...and gentlest master...

...there ever was.

My lady.

Mary, you risked your life

coming to court...

...and were only spared

because of my respect...

...and affection for you.

You are advised not to do so again.

You will not be shown

the same clemency a second time.

May God bless you...

...and my son.

And may God have mercy

on Anne's soul.

Sweet Jesus,

I commend my soul to thee.

Mother, hand me the child.

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