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Cecil's all but promising him
the throne.
To James?
Elizabeth would never...
Elizabeth is old. III.
And yet she refuses
to name an heir.
But a Scotsman?
On the Tudor throne?
That is why we must do
everything in our power to ensure
the right man succeeds Elizabeth.
A man deserving
of the Tudor crown.
I ask you for the support
of you and your men, Henry,
if it comes to a fight,
for me to seize the throne.
You know you need not ask.
I stand with you,
as I always have.
Be careful, Henry.
Always concerned for me.
What would you have me do?
Deny him.
The son of the queen?
That is rumor alone, Henry.
Rumor?
All you have to do is look at Essex
to see the queen's reflection.
Everyone thinks he's her son.
My lords.
And I, for one,
would rather bow to a Tudor, bastard
though he may be, than a Scotsman.
My only desire is to see
the next king be the rightful king.
But what Essex contemplates
will lead to civil war. No.
If this is to be done,
it must be done carefully.
Tie her off there.
I agree, my lord.
My Lord of Southampton.
Sir Robert Cecil.
Have you seen Lord Essex?
He is in the viewing chamber
with Her Majesty.
Alone?
With your father in London
dealing with troubles in Ireland,
who else should the queen
turn to but Essex?
By the grace of God,
Her Majesty, Elizabeth,
Queen of England
Wales and Ireland.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- God bless Your Majesty.
God bless Your Majesty.
Ah. Your Majesty, my Lord of
Southampton has a gift for you.
A gift?
Yes, Your Grace.
Though not from me.
Are you the gift,
No, no, my most majestic Majesty.
I am a free man. My gift is a play.
A play?
Plays are the work
of the devil,
born from a cesspool of plague,
whoredom, thievery,
fornication and heresy.
Tell your master that Her Majesty...
Will gladly accept.
That is, of course,
if Your Majesty so desires.
Comedy or tragedy?
Comedy, Majesty.
Comedy. By whom?
By Anonymous, Your Majesty.
Anonymous.
I so admire his verse.
Lead us to this play.
The woosel cock so black of hue
With orange-tawny bill
The throstle...
The throstle with his note so true
The Wren with little quill
What angel
wakes me from my flow'ry bed?
The finch, the sparrow and the lark
The plain-song cuckoo gray
If we shadows have offended,
think but this and all is mended.
That you have but slumber'd here
while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding but a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands,
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