The Private Life of Henry VIII. Page #3

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Hmm. Did you know

that I wrote them both?

How should I not?

It is my favorite song.

Hmm. Let's hear it, child.

[Ballad]

Alas

What shall I do

For love

For love, alas

For love

What shall I do

Since none so kind

I do you find

To keep you near me

Unto

Alas

Very good, my child.

[Group Murmuring]

Thomas. Who's the girl?

Katherine Howard, Your Majesty.

Oh, I remember.

[Exhales, Belches]

So, Master Cromwell, you would

have me make a fourth marriage.

If Your Majesty

would but consider it.

Consider it?

I would consider it the victory

of optimism over experience!

[Laughing]

[All Laughing]

[Loud Laughing]

[Laughing, Coughing]

But we need more heirs.

I've given you three...

two daughters and a son.

I grant you,

the daughters show little promise.

Mary may grow to wisdom...

but Elizabeth will never learn to rule

so much as a kitchen.

Ah, but the boy's my second self.

True, sire, but a third self,

or even a fourth...

would make all safe.

- What's your project then?

- The duchess of Cleves.

- Got a portrait of her?

- No.

Send Holbein over to paint her

and Peynell to watch Holbein.

Your Grace has no faith

in German painters.

Yes, but I have no faith

in German beauty.

[Laughs]

Peynell!

Your Majesty?

I want you to go over to Cleves.

[Exhales]

I might marry the duchess.

I will not marry your king.

I will not! I will not!

I will not!

But there's not a princess in Europe

who'd not be eager for such a match.

- What? That bluebeard?

- Oh, Princess.

What else is he?

His first wife divorced,

his second chopped, his third dead.

A pretty prospect for the fourth.

But she will not be Anne of Cleves,

and that you may tell him.

- As you will, Princess.

- And why "Princess"?

Last night you called me Anne.

Last night I forgot everything.

Today...

Today forget everything

but last night.

How can I paint Her Highness

if she will not sit?

When the light is good, she's always

in the garden with Master Peynell.

[Laughs]

Natuerlich.

He talks with the tongue,

but also with the eyes, that young man.

Until he came,

she would not hear of this marriage.

But now all goes well.

I think so. Isn't it?

For the marriage, maybe.

But what about the portrait, Your Grace?

Be patient. I will make it

that she came already.

[Coughing]

May it please Your Grace,

the duke wishes you to come at once.

Here she is.

Now, jetzt sitzen.

Ich sitze schon.

[Laughing]

Oh, Your Highness.

Forgive me, but if the king were

to see you with that face...

it... it wouldn't help

on the marriage.

You think she is ugly, my face?

Only if Your Highness

makes it so.

Holbein's masterpiece.

- The original is still in Calais?

- Afraid of the storm in the channel.

Well.

Hmm.

Hmm. What do you think of her?

- Oh, charming, Your Grace.

- [Crowd Murmuring Agreement]

I was just saying, sire,

what a face.

Yes. Well.

Hmm. Well, then.

Glad you all like her.

Little Katherine.

Well, what do you think

of the new queen?

We're very sorry, sire,

that Lady Anne cannot cross the channel.

Yes, I'm sorry too.

I'm a lonely man.

- When are you going to sing for me again?

- Any time Your Majesty orders me.

- Tonight, in my rooms.

- Hardly the right place for singing,

Your Majesty.

Your rooms then. 1 1:00.

Not a soul will see me.

[Clears Throat]

- Katherine, what was he saying to you?

- Who?

- The king.

- Nothing.

- Nothing? But I was watching.

- Oh, spying?

No, but when I see you

making yourself cheap.

When you do, come and tell me.

Until then, keep your nose

out of my affairs.

Katherine!

Please.

This velvet crushes so.

- [Bell Tolling]

- [Snoring]

The king's guard!

- The king's guard!

- The king's guard!

[Snoring]

[Snoring Continues]

The king's guardl

[All Guards]

The king's guard! The king's guard!

The king's...

- [Knocking]

- [Katherine] Who's there?

- Henry.

- Henry who?

- The king.

- Oh, the king, not the man.

- [Doorknob Clatters]

- Unlock the door.

Isn't it rather late for a maid

to unlock her door to a man?

- Oh, come on. Unlock the door.

- Is that a command?

- Yes!

- So the king then, not the man.

Don't do that.

I'm leaving my crown outside.

You've left it outside

with my reputation, sire.

No one saw me, little Katherine,

I swear.

Can't you forget the king

and forget the crown, forget everything?

You told me once I was a man, huh?

What do you say if I'm not the king?

- Get out of my room.

- What? Why...

That's what I would say

if you were not the king.

Since you are the king,

I expect your command.

Command?

It's a poor thing to command in love.

- In love? Who is in love?

- I am, with you.

Love eternal, since yesterday afternoon

until tomorrow morning.

When I say love, I mean love.

Couldn't you love me,

little Katherine?

I can't love a man with a wife.

- I haven't got a wife.

- Lady Anne of Cleves?

Oh, that woman?

She's a picture. She's a por... portrait.

Oh, no, Your Grace.

She is much more.

Where is the king?

You know?

- No, nor care.

- You're drunk!

The duchess of Cleves has crossed

the channel, is on her way to Rochester.

- Find the king at once!

- That will be impossible, my lord.

Why?

[No Audible Dialogue]

I'll find the king, my lord.

I'll tell him.

Still afraid of me, little Kate?

Of you? No.

What are you afraid of then?

Of myself, perhaps.

- Who's that?

- [Culpeper] Message for the king.

Great news, Your Majesty.

Lady Anne of Cleves has crossed

the channel and is on her way to Rochester.

[Grunts, Groans]

Marvelous news.

[Clears Throat]

You were right, little Katherine.

She seems to be

much more than a picture.

Here is... How do you say?

A pretty kettle of fishes.

To be in love with one man

and have to marry another.

- I know.

- What would happen if the king finds out?

We die.

But I don't mind.

Oh, but I do!

What is to be done?

What can be done?

Nothing.

How like a man

to be dead before he is killed.

There is always a way out.

- What way?

- I don't know.

But I will find it.

Good morning, my Lord Bishop.

How is the princess?

[Bishop]

Expecting Your Majesty.

[Grunts]

One of you is not the princess,

I presume.

- [Together] Oh, nein.

- Thank heaven for that.

[Exaggerated Accent]

Oh, Heinrich!

Welcome to England, madam.

I fear you had a bad crossing.

Yes, the wind mit the sea

make the trouble and...

[Hiccups]

Excuse me.

Be pleased to accept

my most humble apologies.

Oh, but it is not your fault,

the channel chopping.

Nevertheless, I deeply regret any

inconvenience you may have been caused.

Oh, please! It was only the waves

come so high upstairs.

Quite.

Our channel can be very rough...

when it isn't smooth!

Oh, it did.

Permit me to express the hope that a

short rest will restore you to health, madam.

Thank you.

I hope soon I shall eat again, yes?

By all means.

You have our permission to withdraw.

Please.

You!

So that's your idea of a pretty wo...

Why I don't strike you...

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