♪ ♪ HENRY: The Pope has charged my cousin Pole to lead a crusade against me.

♪ ♪ Why must I still be shut up here?

Be patient, Mary.

DOROTHEA: Everybody knew I was Wolsey's daughter.

He understood you betrayed him.

I gave the King what he asked for.

Will he ever forgive you for it?

WOLSEY: When fortune turns against you, you will feel the lash.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (woman vocalizing) ABBESS: So this really is the reason you've come.

Well...

Very well.

Wolsey's daughter.

(woman vocalizing) CROMWELL: It's my religion, I think, that you do not like.

I love the gospel.

I follow it-- I always will.

Your father understood that.

My father understood everything.

He understood you betrayed him.

(exhales) CROMWELL: Pardon me, but if you have this fixed opinion, and you hold onto it, dis..., regardless of evidence or regardless of reason, how am I to oppose it?

I would swear on something...

I would know you were a perjurer.

I have been told, by those I trust, there is no faith or truth in Cromwell.

(sighs) (woman vocalizing) (sniffs) (birds calling) (horses approaching) GUARD: What's your business here?

Where are you from?

MAN: From Lincoln-- there's trouble.

Come to tell Lord Cromwell.

(horse nickers, snorts) GUARD: You hold here.

How did these men get inside the gate?

They say there's trouble, sir.

Lincolnshire is up.

CROMWELL: What trouble?

Started in Louth, sir.

Rebels.

They've attacked Bishop Longland's men in Horncastle.

Killed a man.

(horse snorts) Is it true, then?

The King's dead?

Who says so?

All the East are saying it.

Said he died at Midsummer.

Midsummer?

Who rules, then?

Cromwell, sir.

Cromwell?

(horse nickers) Wipe the dirt off your boots.

I'll bring you to a dead king.

You can kneel and beg his pardon.

What did they say about this Cromwell?

(sniffs): They say he means to pull down the parish churches, melt all the crucifixes for cannon to fire on the poor folk.

He's a devil.

He wants the King's daughter for himself.

They want his head.

WRIOTHESLEY: The rebels demand that the Lady Mary be made legitimate and restored to the succession.

If she should fall into their hands...

Shouldn't we secure her person?

What do you advise?

Chaining her up?

Keep a watch on her.

She is watched.

Poor men don't rise without leaders.

Landowners are behind this.

Find me names.

(staff pounds) ♪ ♪ (groans) Well, gentlemen, the news is poor-hearing.

(sighs) (men exhale, clear throats) I would incline to mercy if this brawl were to end now.

FITZWILLIAM: I'd council you against leniency.

If this were to spread to Yorkshire and north to the border... Shall I alert the Duke of Norfolk?

He could turn out his tenants, quiet the eastern shires.

No.

Keep Norfolk away from me.

Sadler, send to Greenwich for my armor.

(council murmuring) RICHE: No, no, no, sire, do not risk your sacred person.

HENRY: If the common folk are saying I am dead, what choice do I have?

Lord Cromwell's head is their chief demand.

They believe My Lord has practiced some device or sorcery on the King.

As they claim the Cardinal did before him.

Well, I am offended for my prince, that they deem him no more than a child to be led.

(shouting): And, by God, I am offended, too!

I take it ill to be instructed by the folk of Lincolnshire, one of the most brute and beastly shires in all the realm.

How do they presume to dictate which men I keep about me?

And who would advise me when Lord Cromwell is put down?

Would these rebels do it?

Colin Clump and Peter Pisspiddle, and old Grandpa Gaphead and his goat?

Let them remember this: when I choose a humble man for my councilor, he is no more humble!

I made my minister, and by God, I will maintain him.

If I say Cromwell is a lord, then he is a lord.

And if I say Cromwell's heirs will follow me and rule England, then by God, they will do it!

(strikes floor) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ Keep me informed.

I go to shoot.

Keep my eye in.

FITZWILLIAM (cackles): Well!

How's it feel?

To be the heir presumptive to England?

He proclaimed you.

My Lord.

FITZWILLIAM (chuckling): My ears did not deceive me.

He named you next king, Crumb.

(door closes in distance) (door creaks open) (door closes) NORFOLK: Cromwell!

My Lord of Norfolk.

I've no time to talk to you.

I'm only in London to receive my orders and then get on the road.

North, east, I will go where the King commands.

I have 600 armed and ready to ride.

I have five cannon-- five-- and they're all mine.

And I can whistle up another 1,600 men... No, my lord.

...in short order.

No?

(laughing): What do you mean, no?

It's the King's pleasure...

I'm talking to Cromwell.

...that you should... Who has been to war.

Which is more than you have, sir.

It is the King's pleasure, as Mr. Wriothesley here hoped to explain, that you linger neither in London nor anywhere near his person.

That you repair to your own country, there to ensure quietness.

There are no rebels in my country.

By Saint Jude.

What, am I to be set aside, me?

Of the best blood that this nation affords?

I will ride to Hampton Court and meet my sovereign face to face.

I wouldn't... For I no doubt that you misreport me.

The King knows that he has no more faithful servant in England than me.

Me!

Thomas Howard!

In the north parts, they use your name to terrify their children.

"Be quiet," they say, "or Cromwell will come.

He will jump down your throat and bite your liver."

"Lord Cromwell" would be more polite.

Oh, your title is still a novelty.

In their view, you'll be dead before they have to use it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (horse neighing) SOLDIER: We'll load up with provisions for the journey.

♪ ♪ (men talking, horses neighing in background) Please, Father.

Let me go and fight with Richard.

For the honor of our house.

You apply to your book, Master Gregory.

You are not done learning yet.

Look after your father.

(claps shoulder) It's from my time in Italy.

Kept me safe.

(soldiers calling, weapons clattering) My wife?

We'll bring her to, uh, Stepney or Mortlake.

I'd have her here, but, if London falls, this is where they'll come.

Could it fall?

You could knock the city walls down with a dirty look.

(chuckles) Promise me you'll take an escort with you.

If you were recognized in the streets... (chuckling): Thank God I'm not memorable.

What?

Your man Bellowe-- John Bellowe?

Yeah.

The rebels caught him at Louth.

They knew he was your servant.

(horse neighs) They blinded him, then they skinned a bull and they sewed him into the hide.

They set the dogs on him.

(soldiers talking in background, horses nickering) All this rain.

You'll be lucky to get these cannon north of Enfield before you're bogged down.

♪ ♪ (horse snorts) ♪ ♪ Master?

(people talking in background) WOMAN (softly): So I hear.

It's a shame he doesn't have more patience.

My Lord Privy Seal.

Chancellor of Augmentations.

CROMWELL: Highness.

Why not ask the King to fetch the Lady Mary here?

Oh, yes, that'll cheer us up.

She's famous for her japes.

(women laughing) Lady Mary's health might improve with gentle company.

Or perhaps it is because if Mary is here with us, she cannot be taken by the rebels.

Or, for that matter, she resort to them.

I would like her company.

I could ask the King, but, uh, he is displeased with me because I am not yet... LADY ROCHFORD: With child.

(floorboard creaks) (women talking softly) (conversations continue) (footsteps approach slowly) Lady Rochford, could you stand off, please?

No, further off, with the other ladies.

(scoffs) (footsteps retreating slowly) This is of great antiquity.

The King gave it to me.

He says it is Roman.

Huh.

It's possible.

(softly): The King tells me his dreams.

What dreams?

Sometimes, when he has, uh, you know, visited me, he falls asleep in my bed and then wakes because of his dreams.

He calls out, "Mea culpa, mea culpa."

He says his late brother appears to him, to reproach him for the unrest in his kingdom and the distress of his people.

His brother has appeared to him before, Your Grace, in his dreams.

Perhaps-- perhaps all princes... ...are troubled by their conscience in such a way in the late hours.

♪ ♪ I too am troubled by the distress of the people.

If anyone asks what we spoke of, tell them I wanted to show you the glass and know about the Romans.

(footsteps retreating) (people talking in background) (ball lands) Sir.

Join us, Crumb.

We have a name for the leader of the rebels.

A one-eyed lawyer called Aske.

Aske?

Robert Aske?

(balls clattering) Do you know him, sir?

To nod to.

At Gray's Inn, he used to come down to do business for the Percys.

(ball lands) (balls clatter) Will you hear me, sir?

Please to bring the Lady Mary back to court, that I may have comfort in her society and share a confidence.

Are you lonely, sweetheart?

Well, of course.

Of course we can have her, if it will make you merry.

My Lord Privy Seal... Sir, my heart is moved by the divisions that arise between your subjects and your most sacred self.

I am only a woman.

I do not presume to be wiser than Your Majesty, but my heart misgives when honorable and devout customs are left off.

And what customs?

CROMWELL: Nan.

Your Grace... (stammers) Your people want the Pope of Rome.

They want statues they have known all their lives.

And blessed candles and holy days.

NAN: Your Grace... Let her be.

She must be instructed.

Madam, what you fail to grasp is that the Bishop of Rome is merely a foreign prince, out to conquer if he can.

I will have no alien interfere with my rule, and I will allow no traitor to shelter behind the cross of Christ.

They would still pray for the King if they could pray for the Pope, too.

Pardon me, Your Grace, but there can be no double jurisdiction.

Either the King rules or the Pope.

Her Grace will withdraw...

They are too much burdened with taxes.

My Lord, take care of your thoughts, as well as your deeds.

What you refuse by day will haunt you by night.

Your Majesty knows this.

Jane!

(softly): Jane.

Understand this.

A prince answers before the strait court of heaven for his proceedings, and when he dies, he shall be judged by standards of which ordinary men are spared.

I am the earthly shepherd of all God's sheep, rich and poor.

It is my part to provide for their corporeal welfare and their spiritual good.

This duty is laid on me, and the world shall see me discharge it.

Amen to that.

(men applauding, murmuring approval) We will consider all lawful petitions.

However... ...when you are fruitful, that is when we will give ear to your complaints.

My lady, come.

Madam.

♪ ♪ (men murmuring) (voice trembling): Christ have mercy.

Jesu, receive my soul.

(whimpers) (breath trembling) (wind whipping) ♪ ♪ (thunder crashes, Cromwell gasps) (thunder rumbling) (floor creaks) ♪ ♪ (breathing) (footsteps pounding) (blade sings, footsteps slow) (door opens) York has fallen.

(exhales) Have you told the King?

He waits for you in the chantry chapel.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ HENRY: I was thinking of Wolf Hall.

The summer before.

I was happy there.

Yet, here I am.

One summer passed and one winter passing.

I have bastardized both my daughters, I have no heir, and, as I understand, no hope of one.

My subjects are in rebellion, my coffers are empty, and my cradle empty, too.

(staff taps floor) A man who has reigned 28 years should be able to place his faith in his liege men.

But behind the banner of these rebels lie other, hidden banners.

Of the Poles and the Courtenays.

They raise this rebellion in the hope that the Pope will send another king, my cousin Reginald Pole by name, who will wed my daughter Mary and turn me out to beg.

This is why I have asked you to bring Pole before me.

Or, if you cannot, rid me of him by some other means.

And yet you seem unable to get hold of him.

Perhaps I should bring Stephen Gardiner back from France, since you don't seem to know what to do.

Norfolk, I suppose, must be permitted to ride north.

York.

How could York fall?

(music playing) (guests talking in background) (music continues) (guests talking in background) (music continues) ...1,600 men ready to go... Why does Henry do this now?

This feast?

Why at such a time?

CROMWELL: Because he must.

Precisely now, when none expects it.

I'm for the North.

Your Grace's rights are restored.

(music continues) (guests talking in background) Take your seat, Gregory.

The almanacs said this would be a great year for surprises.

(chuckles) And here's the Lady Mary back at court, long before she was looked for.

This is your work, Crumb.

But you're mistaken, Fitz.

As you'll remember, it was the Queen who requested Lady Mary's presence.

(music continues) (guests talking in background) (music ends) (conversations continue) (new piece begins) My lady.

(music continues) I thought you had forbidden Sexton the court, sire.

True.

I boxed his ears.

But poor fellow has no other way to make a living.

Have you not had your supper?

Take your place.

(music continues) (bells jingling) Lower, Tom.

Go lower.

(guests laughing) Which is the seat for the blacksmith's lad?

(guests laughing, exclaiming) Go lower, Tom.

Trot on till you get to Putney.

(guests laugh) The commons cry for bread, Majesty.

Why not give them Crumb?

(guests laughing) HENRY: He is an impertinent fellow, but you must take it in good part, my lord.

CROMWELL: I do.

If the Emperor comes, you will be crumbed and fried.

(guests laugh) You will be... (hissing): ...sizzled, like the heretic Tyndale.

We don't know that Tyndale is burned.

You know everything about him.

He's your friend.

(guests chuckle) (coughs): I can smell him from here.

(guests laughing) (mock-coughing) (mock-coughing): Oh, Tyndale!

(laughter roaring) (Sexton mock-coughing) (mock-coughing): Oh, Tyndale!

(laughter continues) (mock-coughing) Tyndale!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) (sniffs) I'm glad to see you back at court, my lady.

(fire crackling) I hope they're keeping you warm?

Well-provisioned?

I am well looked after.

And it is your doing that I am brought back, I think?

I have to ask you, my lady.

Have you not been approached?

The rebels may use my name, but they have no permission from me.

Careful.

Be careful, Mary.

I hear the council is discussing a marriage for me with the Duke of Orléans.

As I predicted.

The French are discussing it.

I'm not sure we are.

You see yourself with a Spanish husband, very likely.

You would not wish me to marry a Spaniard, I think.

They might seek to use me as the figurehead for an invasion.

You would... ...prefer me to marry an Englishman.

I would prefer you to marry as the King commands.

You see?

I am wearing your verses.

"In praise of obedience."

Though my father gave them me, I know their origin.

Why did you wait so long to come to Hunsdon when you wished me to sign the oath?

Cardinal Wolsey used to say, "Show your power by your absence."

You would have refused if I came earlier.

Perhaps.

And if I had, I would now be dead.

Instead, I am here.

At my father's side.

You looked very well today, my lady.

Crimson is your favorite color.

You change the subject.

Do not make light of what you have done for me.

You saved me when I was drowning in folly.

When I was almost past recovery.

Your care of me has been so tender.

Like that of a father.

What did she want?

To thank me.

For caring for her like a father.

A father?

She's heard the rumors that I want to marry her.

She's warning me off.

(knock at door, door opens) Awake early.

He hasn't slept.

50,000.

The rebel army has grown.

They now have 50,000 men in the field.

There is no army the King can muster that could meet such a force.

Then what do we do?

So, Christophe, what do we do?

We lie.

(Cromwell laughs) That's right, we lie.

They have might, we have winter.

We offer them a truce.

(sniffs) We promise them that Jane will be crowned in York.

We promise them a parliament in the North.

We promise them a general pardon.

In the meantime, winter creeps in.

Food grows scarce.

Disease breaks out.

Time is on our side.

♪ ♪ CROMWELL: Lady Rochford.

Lord Privy Seal.

(people talking in background) (chuckling): Well, well, well-- well, well, well.

Ah!

She's beautiful.

(softly): Well done, Seymour.

(guests talking in background) Lady Mary avoids looking at you.

Perhaps it is only for the great love that she bears you.

Or perhaps, now that the King has spared her and brought her back to court, she feels she no longer needs you.

Your Grace.

My Lord Privy Seal.

Your Grace.

May God in his own good time make you a happy mother, also.

I think, uh, I think Nan Seymour sets a glad example.

Does she?

I should hardly be a, a happy mother if I have a girl.

I should think I'll be sent back to Wolf Hall in a basket.

Hmm.

♪ ♪ (guests talking in background) "I should hardly be a happy mother if I have a girl"?

What's that?

(chuckles) Yes, it's true.

Her courses have not come.

Her (muted) are swollen.

Now, she will not speak till she is sure.

Let's hope it's stuck fast, eh?

Make sure you are on hand when she tells Henry.

He'll be in a humor to hand out favors.

Might give you... ...whatever it is that you lack.

Which isn't much, is it, My Lord Privy Seal?

(cheering) A great day for England!

(cheering) SUFFOLK: This will put an end to the rebellion!

HENRY: Yes!

Yes, it will!

(laughs) COUNCILOR: God save the King!

FITZWILLIAM: Yes, sire, because there's not a man or woman in England who does not wish Your Majesty well and pray on his knees nightly that the Queen will give you a sturdy boy!

(chuckles) (all cheering, pounding table) (doors close) (women talking, laughing) JANE: Was it?

(laughs) BESS: This was a recipe that was recommended to me.

I passed it on to them.

Mm-hmm?

BESS: To the cooks... JANE: You should try some.

BESS: No, I don't think so, not this time.

JANE: This isn't all for me.

Felicitations, Your Grace.

(chuckles) Quails.

The Lisles send them from Calais by the crate.

As you can see, she sets into them as though they had done her an injury.

(laughs) (laughs) They're fed on the boat to keep them fat, but, even so, she must have more.

Yes, yes.

And I shall have more at supper, and fatter.

(all laugh) No harm in that.

The King likes a woman to show her appetite.

(Jane chuckles) And now, of course... (chuckles) JANE: Will you join me and my sister, my lord?

I cannot.

Holbein is here.

(sighs) How long will she have to stand?

She can sit if she wants.

It is, uh, very correct to breathe.

(sighs) Uh, to the light.

(quietly): Ja.

(pencil scratching) Uh, if Your Grace could lift her chin?

The King will want her as she is.

No flattery.

'Tis not my habit.

I warrant, when he married my sister, she did not look quite so much like a mushroom.

(Cromwell chuckles) (chuckles) ♪ Confer opem et depone ♪ ♪ Vitae sordes ♪ ♪ Confer opem et depone ♪ ♪ Vitae sordes ♪ ♪ Et coronae ♪ ♪ Celestis da gloriam ♪ (people talking in background) Ambassador Don Diego is on his way to England.

I know.

He carries a letter of love for the Lady Mary, from the Emperor's nephew.

Would you excuse me, Eustache?

I have a different marriage to make.

My son Gregory.

(people talking in background) Lord Seymour.

Your lady sister.

Oughtred's widow.

Bess.

Her hand in marriage?

This is a surprise.

Hmm.

So, are you willing?

We are willing.

And ready?

To talk about money?

It's my favorite subject.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (people talking and laughing in background) CROMWELL: Thank God.

Welcome home, Richard.

Winter won out.

Just as you predicted, Master.

(chuckles) Look at you.

BESS: Gorgeous.

CROMWELL (chuckles): Isn't it?

(laughs) So, the marriage?

When shall it be?

As soon as you wish, Bess.

But... You do wish... Bess.

You do wish this?

Yes, my lord.

I do wish.

(laughs) Bless you.

(chuckles) Well, I think that we must order silks and velvets for you.

And I, I thought emeralds.

Emeralds?

Jane said that you'd be very generous.

You must indulge me.

I, as you know, I don't have any daughters.

You may indulge me, my lord.

And I shall certainly indulge you.

But I will hardly be your daughter.

Oh, I had hoped... Well, I had hoped that you would see our relationship in that way.

Oh.

What, it is to be like that?

(stammers) I didn't know.

But, well, you're not so very old.

I had hoped to have your children.

Mine?

Mmm.

Perhaps we should go inside, Bess.

Why?

Because, um, there are, there are people, and your family... Perhaps we should not be seen alone together.

It might, it might lead to misunderstanding.

I think that there has been a misunderstanding.

I'm offering my person to one Cromwell only, the one that I marry.

Which Cromwell is that meant to be?

I'm extremely flattered that you would even consider it, but I... Well, I'm not at fault.

I listened to what my brother required of me.

I never said, "What age is Cromwell?

", or, "Was his father not a tradesman?"

I just said, "Yes, Edward."

And I assumed that that meant...

But why did you assume?

When, when Gregory is so likely a young man, and, and of an age to marry?

I think that you have no idea, my lord, how much your single state is talked of.

How much the whole court looks to you to change it.

And how much they speculate that a great and, and a dangerous honor will come your way.

Well, it's gossip, but dangerous, indeed, to me.

And dishonorable.

I, I presume you mean to Lady Mary.

Then you would do well to be clear who you will marry and who you will not.

Please, I beg you, don't tell Gregory.

He thinks you have freely accepted him.

And you will accept him, won't you, Bess?

Because you must be relieved it is the son and not the father.

Stop.

I will not tell you whether I'm relieved or not.

Tell me when and where, and I will come in my bridal finery.

And I will marry whichever Cromwell presents himself.

(music playing, people talking in background) (music and conversations continue) (music and conversations continue) I hope the wedding was not too modest for your sister.

I would not want Norfolk to accuse me of aping the nobility.

(chuckles) We've come a long way together, my lord, you and I, since we welcomed you to Wolf Hall.

Won't you join us?

Mm-hmm.

(music and conversations continue) I remember that visit.

We wouldn't have gone if you hadn't risen from your sickbed and added Wolf Hall to the King's progress at the last moment.

RAFE: And that's where he found his new queen.

And where you had to... You had to stand aside.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching slowly) Sit.

(people talking and laughing in background) You're happy?

You and Bess don't seem, you know, shy of each other.

(chuckles) GREGORY: Yes, I am happy.

We are both happy.

CROMWELL: Hmm.

(smacks lips) So, please not to look at her, sir.

Converse with her when others present, and do not write to her.

I ask this of you-- I have never asked anything much.

(inhales) Oh, Gregory.

I don't defend myself.

I should have made myself clear.

♪ ♪ It was only out of duty when she consented when she thought I was the groom.

And how this, how this muddle came about, well, Seymour, you know, he can be brisk.

One gentleman passing another in conversation... ...it can happen.

Other things can happen.

But do not let them.

I'm a man of honor.

I mean, I'm...

I'm a man of my word.

So many words.

You do everything.

You have everything.

You are everything.

So I beg you, Father, grant me an inch of your broad earth and leave my wife to me.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ HENRY: I hear a rumor King François is dead.

I fear untrue.

You must finish this drawing today, Hans, or you will have to chase me.

I shall not linger... (breathing heavily) (weakly): ...when I could be hunting.

♪ ♪ RICHE (shouting): A seat for the King!

(men exclaiming) RICHE: Hurry!

(chair sliding) (men murmuring) (panting): Send them all out.

Out.

Out-- disperse.

MAN: Get out-- out!

♪ ♪ (door opens) ♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ HENRY: Norfolk has been writing to you, I hear.

Begging for his brother's life.

Tom Truth.

You don't imagine that Norfolk will ever be your friend, do you?

No.

It is not for pleasing him that I ask for mercy.

Then why should I not punish Truth?

Why should I not cut off his head for his knavery with my niece?

Because he's young, sire.

And experience will improve his judgment.

Let him sweat a space.

It's a lesson he'll not forget, and the Howards will be indebted to you hereafter.

Yes, but you always say this, Cromwell.

You say remit them, and they will behave better.

The Pole family, whom I prospered, whom I restored in blood, whom I plucked from penury and disgrace, how am I repaid?

By Reginald parading around Europe calling me the Antichrist.

(voice rising): You promised that you would put an end to him.

"When he returns to Italy," you told me, "I'll have him struck down as he leaves his lodging, or ambushed on the road."

Majesty, I don't know how to intercept a man who is never where he is expected.

My people await him in some appointed place, but then he falls from his horse, is carried into a refuge, is three days nursing his bruises.

We anticipate him at the next town.

Then we hear he's missed his way, wandered off in a circle, ended up back where he began.

(laughs) He's too stupid to be killed.

(pounds chair): Then learn to be stupid, too!

(exhales) (breathing heavily) Always you.

Always you with the bad news.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Pick up what you can there.

Gather what you can.

(men pleading) Yes, yes, yes.

(Cromwell acknowledging) Thank you.

Thank you, my lord.

Thank you.

(men pleading) My lord.

Christophe, there's a young woman in green at the gate.

Have her brought in.

(sniffs) (footsteps approaching) I saw you at the gate yesterday?

Yes.

I am sorry you've had to come back a second day.

As you can see, half of England is out there.

It's been a longer wait than you know, sir.

I've come from over the sea, from Mr. Vaughan's household, in Antwerpen.

Ah, you should have said.

We would have brought you in at once.

Christophe, some wine for this young lady.

You have a letter?

No.

No letter.

Who are those?

Princes of England.

Hmm-- you recall so many?

(chuckles): They are long gone.

We have, um, invented them.

Why?

Why?

As a reminder that men become dust, but the realm is continued.

Where did you get that tapestry?

The King gave it to me for my services.

And where did he get it?

A cardinal.

My patron.

You didn't have it made for yourself?

(chuckling): No, it was beyond my means.

I was not always a wealthy man.

You can see it's Sheba and Solomon.

You know your scriptures, I venture.

Also I know my mother.

I'm Anselma's child.

I've no idea how she got herself into that tapestry, but we can ask ourselves that another day.

Well, then, you're very, very welcome.

I did not know that that lady had a child.

It was for her sake that I coveted the tapestry.

I used to look and look, and one day, the King said, "Thomas, perhaps this lady should come live with you."

So your father would be... Hmm.

I know the gentleman you mean.

My mother married him after I was born.

Ah.

So he's not your father.

No.

You are.

♪ ♪ Look at me.

Do you not see yourself?

♪ ♪ A son!

(crowd applauds) NORFOLK: She will never now be queen.

WRIOTHESLEY: You're going to bring them down?

The richest families in the land?

RAFE: Gardiner.

Your enemy back from France.

I'm not too old to take a sword in my hand.

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