Elizabeth: The Golden Age Page #2

Tobacco.

You breathe its smoke.

Very stimulating.

Gold.

Courtesy of a Spanish ship that found

itself unable to complete its journey.

Forgive me, Majesty.

I find the air

has become stale.

I am sensitive to the

smell of open sewers.

I cannot accept the fruits

of piracy, Mr. Raleigh.

Philip of Spain is no friend

of England, Majesty.

The more gold I take from him,

the safer you will be.

Well, well.

A political pirate.

And Your Majesty's

most loyal subject.

Welcome home, Mr. Raleigh.

Lord Howard, the docks.

Master Raleigh.

You eat it...

You traitor!

Judas!

You're Walsingham's pawn!

Don't do this!

I didn't say anything!

You're a

Protestant traitor!

Don't do it! Don't!

Don't!

Hold his head!

You Judas! You Judas!

Stop!

You Judas!

The traitor's dead.

We must act!

Why do we not strike?

What are we waiting for?

You wait for my order.

Walsingham knows too much

already. One traitor is dead.

Who can I trust now?

There's a visitor

waiting, sir.

William.

Hello, Francis.

You've always been a fellow

who delighted in surprises.

You look well,

Francis.

Well, you look dreadful.

They're not feeding you in Paris.

You can't learn the secrets of

the universe on an empty stomach.

Then she my heart beguiled

Mary. William.

Supper is ready.

William.

Have you spoken

to the Queen?

I speak

with the Queen daily.

You work too hard.

You're a sick man.

William, come over here and sit by me.

William, if we are not

allowed to sin,

maybe we could

talk theology.

You have done enough.

No man could do more.

I can't leave the court

yet, Ursula. She needs me.

Never listens to me.

Not a thought for his health.

So you talk to him,

he's your brother.

William, what do they say in Paris

about the Pope's call for holy war?

Many welcome it.

Why must we talk

about war?

Tell us your nice

news, William.

Are you married yet?

Not yet.

Mary, would you leave

William alone, please?

Sweet, sit.

Grace?

Oh, Lord,

provider of all things,

we offer Thee

our humble thanks.

In the name

of the Holy Trinity, amen.

Amen.

More lines on my face.

Where do they come from?

Smile lines, my lady.

Smile lines?

When do I ever smile?

Now you have

smile lines, too.

ARCHDUKE CHARLES.

The beauty of Your Majesty

is dazzling to my eyes.

I am overwhelmed.

I am conquered.

I die.

Only your love,

my stattlich Elizabeth,

can restore me into life.

Your Highness

does me great honor.

Oh, Elizabeth.

How blessed am I to stand

in your fabled presence.

Ah, Elizabeth.

To speak your name

is to hear celestial music.

May that sweet sound

guide me through my life

to come, Elizabeth.

I have traveled here

to this illustrious court

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes