Anne:
But Elizabeth is yours. Watch her as she grows; she's yours. She's a Tudor! Get yourself a son off of that sweet, pale girl if you can - and hope that he will live! But Elizabeth shall reign after you! Yes, Elizabeth - child of Anne the Whore and Henry the Blood-Stained Lecher - shall be Queen! And remember this: Elizabeth shall be a greater queen than any king of yours! She shall rule a greater England than you could ever have built! Yes - MY Elizabeth SHALL BE QUEEN! And my blood will have been well spent!
Anne:
She has the face of a simpering sheep. And the manners. But not the morals. I don't want her near me.
Duke of Norfolk:
Each to his own conscience, son.
Norris:
God keep me from yours.
Anne:
Doesn't do that well. Not as well as I've known it done. But it's the one arm I want- for some God-knows-what reason. You do everything badly- everything awkwardly- and I love it the way you do it.
Anne:
Won't you kiss your daughter?
King Henry VIII:
I will kiss her when she's older- and when she has a brother!
King Henry VIII:
If some young man wrote this song for you, Anne, what would you say to him?
Anne:
I would ask him if his wife liked it, Your Grace.
King Henry VIII:
Nan, is it true?
Anne:
Have you stepped into your own trap, my lord? Any evidence you have against me, you yourself bought and paid for. Do you now begin to believe it?
King Henry VIII:
Anny, the court is still in session to decide your... verdict. I don't want to hear your guilt from them, I want to hear it from your lips.
Anne:
That I was unfaithful to you?
King Henry VIII:
Yes, just that. Were you unfaithful to me whilst I still loved you? Of course, I'll never know. Whether you say aye or no, I shall never know.
Anne:
You come here to make sure whether there was truly adultery, Because that would touch your manhood or your pride. And even so, my heart and my eyes are glad of you. Fool of all women that I am, I'm glad of you here. Go, then. Keep your pride of manhood, you know about me now.
King Henry VIII:
Nan, is it true that you're glad to see me?
Anne:
Yes, it's true.
King Henry VIII:
Then, Anne, lets do all gently for old times sake. I have no wish to harm you, and your words have moved me deeply. I must be free to have a son, and the son must be free to rule England when I die.
Anne:
Why must you leave a king to follow you, Henry? Why not a queen?
King Henry VIII:
This country has never been ruled by a queen. I know it never could be. We can never have a son now, God has spoken. I must have a son elsewhere. And it’s getting late. I'm not as young as I was.
Anne:
What do you want of me?
King Henry VIII:
Agree to annul the marriage and give up all rights. You shall go abroad and take Elizabeth with you. You will be well cared for. Please set me free.
Anne:
To marry Seymour and make our child a bastard? No. No. No.
King Henry VIII:
Nan... Nan, you leave me no choice!
Anne:
Once I told you any children we had would not be bastards. You promised marriage and the crown. Now you try to dance out of your promise. Well, I won't have it! We are man and wife together. King and Queen. I keep that. Take it from me as best you can.
King Henry VIII:
Then you have decided, and so have I!
Anne:
Before you go, perhaps you should hear one thing. I lied to you. I said "I love you", but I lied. I was untrue. Untrue with many.
King Henry VIII:
That is a lie.
Anne:
It is true. I was unfaithful to you with all of them. With half your court. With soldiers of your guard, with grooms, with stablehands. Look for the rest of your life at every man that ever knew me and wonder if I didn't find him a better man than you!
King Henry VIII:
You whore!
King Henry VIII:
Any man who marries when he can be free is a fool!
King Henry VIII:
I never married Catherine - England married Spain!
Anne:
For six years, this year, and this, and this, and this, I did not love him. And then I did. Then I was his. I can count the days I was his in hundreds.
[
picks up day counter]
Anne:
. The days we bedded. Married. Were Happy. Bore Elizabeth. Hated. Lusted. Bore a dead child... which condemned me... to death. In all one thousand days. Just a thousand. strange. And of those thousand, one when we were both in love, only one, when our loves met and overlapped and were both mine and his. And when I no longer hated him, he began to hate me. Except for that one day.
Anne:
You make love as you eat, with a great deal of noise and no subtlety!
Anne:
[
before her execution] I have a little neck.
Thomas Cromwell:
We used the incest excuse last time. We can't make a habit of it.
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