"My own darling!" "One day I lie with you, again." "I promise." "And we shall sleep together for eternity." "Get out of the way, fellow!" "Sorry, sir." "Was you trying to pass?" "Of course I'm trying to pass." "Quickly, now!" "If I knows anything, sir, you're Mr. Robert Packington, sir." "Member of Parliament and friend of the Lord Privy Seal." "Ain't that right, sir?" "Yes... on all counts." "But I thank you again, to step aside." " Ain't you in a hurry, sir." " Yes, I am!" "No need." "This will end the hurrying!" " Have we caught the villain?" " No, my Lord, he ran off into Cheapside." "The Sergeant-at-Arms has his men all over the area." "Pray God they catch him!" "For I am sure Mr. Packington was, in every way, an innocent victim." "Then why was he killed?" "Presumed, to send a message to me." "I am not short of enemies, Mr. Risling." "There is nothing more difficult to carry out than to initiate a new "order of things"." "Then you think Bishop Gardner might be behind this... or My Lord Suffolk?" "I don't speculate." "What I will say is that there are Dark Forces at work, both and outside the Court." "They must be defeated." "And we must be careful not to act until we are completely sure... of who they are and WHAT they want." "In the meantime, we must set to work finding a new bride for the King." "It's true, He has an heir, at last, but... one is scarcely sufficient." "To be safe, He MUST produce another." "How is the King?" "Hmmpf..." "He's shut himself away." "Some say for grief, that He's all broken, and will have NONE attend him." "Well, only one." "Who is that?" "Hmmmfph..." " Hey!" " Majesty." "Well?" "What do you think?" "I don't think!" "Are you mad!" "Thinking is dangerous." "But I'll wink." "Idiot." "Wha... ha... at?" "What about you?" "Think about it." "You find the perfect wife, she's sweet, piable, she even has good tits, on top of that, she gives you the son you've always wanted, and you let her die!" "Jesus Christ, I've never seen." "You think I'M the idiot?" "And she's not the only one." "Poor, abandoned Catherine." "Careful!" "And that other one, whose name escapes me... as her head escape her." " All lost." "All lost!" " Go to hell!" "What?" "Go there?" "I thought I'd already arrived." "For, surely, gracious Lord, this IS hell." "Poor lamb." "Never to know his own mother." "No." "He will know Her." "Through me." "Through others that knew Her gentle kindness." "We shall all keep Her memory so green, that He will think it always Spring, and She still so young and fair, when He first hears talk of Her." "My Lady's household is now to be dissolved." "The King Himself seems very grieved by Her death, but He has commanded that no effort be spared to protect this precious jewel, His only son." "A new household is to be established for Him at Hampton Court, and am to head it, responsible altogether for His nurture and education." "I can not think of no-one who could be trust more, Lady Bryan." "Perhaps, someday soon, God willing, Lady Mary, You Yourself will have a child." "I heard some rumour of a Spanish Prince." "Yes, but there is nothing definite." "And, in the meantime, I shall return to Hunsdon, and live quietly in the countryside like an English gentlewoman." "Except, that I shall take the Lady Elizabeth with me." "Knowing that young Lady, You shall have no quiet at all!" "I don't mind." "She and my brother Edward are... excepting the King, my only family, and I shall love them all." "Oh, I had forgotten!" "How is your son, Sir Francis?" "Had he not gone away for the King?" "He has, my Lady." "But, alas, I have no news of him." "Sir Francis, I came especially to welcome you to Caserta." "Leave!" "¿Qué?" "Go." "May I see your Letters of Passage?" "These are Letters of Introduction to the Prince of Naples." "You don't trust me?" "I need to see those letters." "And I need to see Cardinal Pole." "Do you really suppose you can threaten me, Sir Francis?" "Heh, heh, heh, heh!" "You're sheltering a traitor!" "I want to know where he is." "You are going to tell me, or God help me, I'll kill you, and I have the immunity to do it." "So, is he here?" "IS..." "HE..." "HERE?" "WHERE IS HE?" "It's called "Nonsuch Palace"." "Why?" "Because it doesn't exist?" "Hah." "No." "Because there's no place..." "Like it." "But, it doesn't exist!" "I'll build it." "Then You will have built an imaginary palace, and You will need imaginary people to fill it." "Huh-hah." "Are there not lots of those?" "I think so, for You are one, and I another, and the whole Court is imaginary, and all this is a dream-m-m." "It's all I have." "Then dream on." "Good-night, Cardinal Pole." "Wait!" "Wait!" "Huh." "I've grown afraid of my own shadow." "Hmm." "The Papal Seal." "The Holy Father blessed It Himself." "I feel safe when I have It." "Will you sleep outside the door?" "Yes, Your Eminence." " Good night, then." " Good night, Eminence." "Shh!" "Don't move." "Traitor!" "Arghh!" "He got away." "Sweetheart?" "Is all well with you?" "Yes... no, for sometimes I think I do not want this child in my belly." "Oh, my love, why do you say so?" "For I will always be haunted by the ghost of other children." "Murdered children." "Unwanted." "Unloved for the bloody memories it provokes." "Better it was gone, before it was ever born." "I have other ideas for the palace." "I'll construct beautiful gardens, full of groves, hidden dells, paths." "There'll be a grove of Diana, showing the Goddess in Her bath." "Statues everywhere, fountains spouting water, wildst marble birds pour forth water from their bills." "What do you say, Fool?" "I like it all." "I like everything about it." "Except the groves." "I don't like the groves, or the fountains, or the paths, or the marble birds." "Everything else, I like." "You don't understand." "Hmph." "The French king has a palace at Chambrond which is the ENVY of all the world." "But Nonsuch will trump it a hundred... a thousand times." "Then, in time, like everything else, it will dissolve away." "Like the ruins of ancient Rome, the Colossus of Rhodes, all things tend towards their ruin." "Even great houses and the fools who build them." "And so, in a little space, there will indeed be Nonsuch Palace, for it will all be gone." "A vacancy." "A nullity." "A green fort in a green shade." "And yet... people will say there once existed a great palace there." "A palace beyond beauty." "A palace beyond compare." "And King Henry built it." "And so, it will still exist." "Sure, sure." "The only things which exist are in people's heads, and You never found a head so fine, but You could make it fly?" "Hmm, hmm, hmm." "Your turn." " Don't Play the Fool." " Why not?" "You'll lose the game." "Indeed, but, hey, I would much rather lose the game than lose my head." "Fool!" "Gawan, you're up late." "Does your master Seymour know?" "What are you scared of?" "Argh!" "Ugh..." "Poor coward!" "Who is he?" "Sir Gawan Carew, one of Lord Seymour's retainers." "Why was he killed?" "It may have been for a gambling debt, my Lord." "MAY have been." "We are investigating, my Lord." "You have not found the killer?" "No, my Lord." "Although it seems possible it was one of my Lord Sussex's retainers." "It's illegal to carry arms in court while the King is in residence." "The penalties are severe." "Yes, my Lord." "What about my friend, Mr. Packington?" "Have you not found his killer?" "No, my Lord." "No." "It seems to me, Sergeant, that as the man appointed to keep order at Court, you are singularly failing in your duties." "I trust you will now aprehend the villain and prevent any further violence." "Otherwise, YOU will pay the price for your failures." "It's in order!" " You may take Sir Francis through, Lady Bryan." " Thank you." " This way, Francis." " Mama." "What's this?" "The King's given orders personally that all the rooms and chambers and passages around the Prince's appartments are to be scrubbed with soap, 3 times daily." "The Prince also has His own kitchen, where all His meals are prepared, now that He's weaned from Mother Jack." "Everything He might touch is to be washed, and everything He might eat, tasted for poison." "Hmmm." "His personal chamberlain supervises His meals, His robes and daily bath." "He must be the cleanest baby in England." "He is the most PRECIOUS baby in England." "Hmmm." "My Lord!" "Thank you, Lady Bryan." "Why have you come here?" "Has the King banished you to the nursery, for letting Cardinal Pole slip through your fingers?" "His Majesty is anxious to assure Himself of His son's well-being." "He has no need to be concerned." "The protection of the Prince is also my first priority." "Since he is also of my blood." "I thank you, Sir Francis, in future, to leave my nephew alone." "And my wife, too." "Do I make myself clear?" "Hmph." "The Lord Chancellor!" "Ah, Richie, please take a seat." "There's something new I would like to discuss with you." "You know, of course, that the King has seen fit to start remodelling most of His palaces, including the enlargement at Hampton Court." "My Lord, I have already released funds for the project, and also for the construction of St. James' Palace." "Well, here's a new one." "This is a fantasy work." "It will cost a FORTUNE." "As a result of the dissolution of the monasteries, His Majesty has GAINED a LARGE fortune." "Yes, but did you ever suppose it be squandered on..." "FANTASIES?" "Can you not... talk to Him?" "Ritchie... what the King wills, the King must have." "It's not to be argued with or crossed, He's still mouring the death of His beloved wife." "And He will talk to no-one but Will Summers." "Will Summers?" "Hi..." "His Fool?" "Hmph." "He will talk to no-one but His Fool?" "It's not the first time." "An extremist, always." " For how long?" " I don't know, but I wish He would come out, for without Him... we're all gone to Hell." "Now, Fool, Fool, there's something else we have to decide." "We have to decide which Articles of Faith and which Commandments are best... for Our new Church, Our people," "so they can..." "Walk in good ways." "Oh!" "Thou shall not what?" "Play the Fool?" "Covet thy neighbour's wife." "Unless she's very pretty." "Or his manservant, maidservant, ox, ass or your neighbour's wife's ass?" "Do not be facetious, Fool." "Did you know..." "Did you know..." "That in Exodus there are 613 Commandments?" ""Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."" ""Thou shat have 3 Feast Days unto me, a year."" ""Thou shalt never vex a stranger."" ""Who so-ever lies with a beast shall be surely put to death."" "Sheep-shaggers." "Pigeon-fanciers." ""Thou shall not venerate the Vicar of Rome."" "Or lick His ass." "For Thine is the Kingdom The power and the glory." "Amen." "That's the doxology." "Doxology?" "It's the dog's bloody bollocks." "I miss her, Will." "I miss her so much." "I know, but this, too, shall pass." "Why go on dwelling in darkness?" "You know that the land of the wounded king is only a parched wasteland, thirsting for rain and Your Majesty's grace." "Sir, there's a fight." "You best come quick." "Whoever you are, hold!" "Drop your swords, in the name of the King!" "You are committing treason!" "You, sir!" "Give up your swords!" "I say, on pain of death, give them up!" "You heard the Sergeant, give me your sword." "Very well!" "Yargh!" "Go." "Go now!" "Go!" "Yargh!" "Yahh!" "While the King is indisposed, no-one has the authority to make decisions on His behalf!" "The Prince, my nephew, is in my custody, and no-one is, or will be allowed to see Him, without my written approval." "He is the King's son, and the property of the State." "He is not your property, my Lord." "Lord Privy Seal!" "My Lords," "Your Grace." "I beg you, can we not now come to order." "By what right, and by whose command, Mr. Secretary, do you summon the King's Council?" " Here, here!" " Here, here!" "My Lord Haussey, as you well know, the King is incommunicado." "Then your only authority to put yourself above others is a usurped one!" "Here, here!" "As Lord Privy Seal, I think I have the right and the responsibility," ""in loco parentis", of summoning your Lordships to Council!" "Gentlemen!" "Gentlemen!" "Surely you can see there must be a meeting of Council." "In the absence of the King there has been much malevolence and violence at Court, including, now, the death of the Sergeant at Arms." "I have heard that your own servants are much involved in the violence, Mr. Secretary." "Some say that they may have even provoked it." "It that could be proved, I should rightly forefeit Your Lordship's trust, but I can assure your Grace, it is not true, and others should look to their own conscience." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean there are some who desire disorder with all their hearts, thinking of using it, at the end, to their own advantage." "Mr. Cromwell, you presume too far above your very BASE and low degree!" "Until the King is well, you will not summon me any more, to any thing!" " Here, here!" " Here, here!" "Not even for a dog-fight!" "I'm with you, my Lord!" "For God's sake, have you any news of the King?" "Yes, he's rewriting the Lord's Prayer, and the Ten Commandments." " WHAT?" " Exactly." " How are the prawns?" " Delicious." "I've warned Sir Francis Bryan to stay away from you." "Why?" "He's dangerous." "Well, not to you, surely." "Not with the boy." "The King listens to him." "That makes him dangerous to everyone." "I shall have to destroy him." "What a pity!" "He makes me laugh." "I'm sure he makes a lot of women laugh." "It's a very small thing to you." "Isn't it..." "Edward?" "I think there are more important things, yes." "No doubt, you're right." "But as long as you do, don't expect me to be faithful to you." "May I have some more prawns?" "Wakey, wakey!" "His Majesty would like to see you... at once." " Master Cromwell." " Majesty." "How goes the world?" "The King of France has written to Your Majesty to congratulate You on the birth of Your son." "Tell Francis, Divine Providence has mingled my joy with the bitterness of death... of Her who brought me such..." "Happiness." "Tell Bishop Gardner I want to see Him." " I wiss to talk to Him." " Of course, Your Majesty." " How is my son?" " Everything's being done to protect the Prince, in strict accordance with Your Majesty's instructions." "I love that boy." "If anything should ever happen to Him..." " Majesty, I wonder..." " Wonder?" "Tell me, what do you wonder, Master Cromwell?" "I wonder if Your Majesty could frame Your mind towards a new marriage." "After all, however much is done to protect the Prince..." "I may frame my mind, why not?" "What do you suggest?" "I took the liberty of instructing our Ambassadors in France and the Low Countries to begin making enquiries." "And?" "The French have proposed two possible consorts for Your Majesty:" "Margaret, the daughter of the King, and" "Marie, the daughter of the Duc de Guise." "Our Ambassador to France sings the latter's praises, although it seems She is half-promised to the King of Scotland." "Majesty?" "How is the King?" "He has, just lately, emerged from His seclusion." "It is said, that although He is little disposed to it, the Council is urging Him to take the extreme step of marrying again." "Marriage?" "I don't suposse you've heard any more, perhaps, on Dom Luis' and my marriage?" "As to that, Lady Mary, I'm afraid I have no news for You, whether good or bad." "It seems, perhaps, the issue is in abeyance, at least for the time being." "Perhaps it is my fate never to marry." "No, gentle Lady!" "No." "I am sure the King will make up His mind to... to arrange a most brilliant marriage for You." "If not to Dom Luis, then to someone even more eligible." "I thought you said Dom Luis was incomprable?" " Madam, I did not mean..." " No." "You meant well." "You always mean well." "Jane's Household is now all broken up." " Where will You go, Lady Misseldon?" " Live with my mother." "What about the young man you're engaged to?" "Robert Tavistock?" "I think he is not so interested in me." "Well, he is a fool, then." "You're kind to think so, Sir Francis." "Is he so foolish that he'll turn down a Peerage, and a gift of one of the dissolved abbeys, if he agrees to marry you?" "Majesty, I would think less of him if he were to accept such gifts in order to love me." "Your Majesty has been more than generous and gracious, but I am settled in my plan to go home and see what shall become of me." "In my present state of mind, you could not have said a more admirable thing." "You may leave with Our love and blessing." "One more night." " The traitor Pole escaped you." " Yes." "We had other agents looking for him, but he was smuggled off to Italy." "No doubt he's sitting on the Pope's lap, even now." "This betrayal hurts me." "Pity it is that the folly of one brain-sick Pole, or to say better, one witless fool, should be the ruin of so great a family." "Though I cannot touch him," "I swear I will make him eat his heart." "The Holy Father mentioned you in His prayers today." "He thanked God for your safe deliverance." "I was sure I was going to die." "Oh, no." "Death is not ready for you, yet." "God has something else in mind." "How else to explain the miracle of your survival?" "Aah!" "My brother, Lord Montague, has sent me a letter." "Oh?" "Show me." ""I send you God's blessing and mine, although my trust to have comfort in you has turned to sorrow." "It is incredible to me that by reason of a Brief sent to you by the Bishop of Rome, you should be resident with Him for this winter." "If you keep that way, then farewell all my hope, and God save your mother and all your family."" "What should I do?" "This letter was not written by your brother, but dictated to him by Cromwell, the messenger of Satan." "Never let the Devil beguile you, either with His threats or His promises." "The price of your soul is eternal vigilance." "If you once let down your guard, the Devil will slip, like a serpent, into your mouth." "And forever afterwards HE will speak for you." "My Lord Bishop," "You and Your Committee were asked to examine and determine the Doctrine Church of England." "But You seem unable to agree on anything!" "Your Majesty, there continue to be some fundamental theological differences between members of the Committee." "I am aware of that." "But I've grown very impatient and I Will not tolerate any more divisions." "I have formulated six Fundamental Doctrinal Questions." "The answer to these Questions will form the basis of our Faith." "Well, of course, as you Majesty wishes." "I shall go at once to Canterbury and consult with the Archbishop." "My Lord... save yourself the journey." "Hmm?" "I think We understand each other very well." "Let's Archbishop Cranmer to tend His own garden." "There's really no need to bother Him." "Don't You agree?" "Your Majesty, here are the Six Articles of Faith, on which Your Majesty's Church of England, is to be built and sustained." " Read Them." "The First Article concerns the truth of the transubstantiation of God." "By the consecration of the bread and the wine at Holy Mass, there takes place a change in the whole substance of the bread into the substance of the body of Christ, our Lord, and a change in the substance of the wine, into the substance of His blood." "The penalty for denying this is death by burning, even after recantation." "The Second Article concerns the withholding of the Cup from the laity during Communion." "For if we offer them the Blood of Christ, they will lose all their reverence for the Holy Sacraments, and the power of the Blood will be washed away." "The Third Article prescribes the continued validity of the vows of celibacy for all... priests and nuns." "For does St. Paul not say:" ""He that is without a wife is solicitous for the things of the Lord, how he may please God." "And he with his real wife is solicitous for the things of the world."" "ALL priests who are now married must forthwith desert their wives, or face the penalty of death." "The Fourth Article concerns the observation of the Vows of Chastity." "A priest makes a Vow of Chastity, and any violation of that Vow much surely be a sin against religion." "To turn aside a Vow to God, and to writhe in the Pit of Fornication is to follow the Devil willingly into the mouth of Hell." "The Fifth Article, herein decided, is concerned with the continuation of Private Masses, whereby good Christian people may receive both Godly and goodly consolation and blessings for their souls." "The Sixth Article confirms the importance of Confession." ""Confitemini alterutrum peccato vestra."" "Confess your sins to one another." "Anyone who disputes against these Articles must now be considered a Heretic, like those extreme Lutherans, who now roam this land." "The punishment for transgression is to be death by hanging, drawing and quartering." "as well as forfeiture of estates and property." "And any man, who decides to try to flee England in the face of these new Articles will be considered to have committed treason, and suffer, accordingly, the awful fate handed out to traitors." "Thank You, my Lord Bishop." " Your Eminences are to be congratulated on Your hard work, and manifest wisdom." "Here we have 6 Articles we may adhere to with a clear conscience." "There is one final Amendment." "Henceforth, the Lord's Prayer will be altered to include the doxology:" ""For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory," "Amen."" " Amen." "My Lords, Eminences, Your Grace, now that these matters have been determined," "let us prosecute, with absolute diligence, all those who stubbornly stand against us." " There aren't Six Articles, they're a whip with six strings." "Cranmer will have to send his wife and son back to Germany... or be burned." "Oh, it's not just that, Mr. Rich." "Private Masses, Confessions, the Body and the Blood of Christ." "These are Catholic measures." "He's rolled back the reforms." "It's the end of our Reformation." " Why?" " Because in His heart," "He has always been a true Catholic." "Except this one thing: that He would have neither Pope, nor Luther, nor any other man set above him."