The Private Life of Henry VIII. Page #2

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Twenty-one little buttons.

One for every year of my life.

[Laughing]

[Jane Laughing]

- Don't you love the back?

- The back? Marvelous!

[Jane Laughing]

Do be serious. Which of these?

Pearls for a pearl. Now run along,

my sweet, and put them on.

The bishop waits.

Thomas, me hat!

[Footsteps Approaching]

Is it... time?

I was told that the executioner

was very good.

He is very good.

It does not hurt, madam.

It's all over in a second.

And I have such a little neck.

Haven't I?

Well, Thomas.

What do you think of the new queen?

- Wonderful, Your Majesty.

- Beautiful?

- Lovely.

- Clever too?

A miracle of good sense,

Your Majesty.

Liar.

[Laughing]

No, Thomas.

Not clever, thanks be to heaven.

My first wife was clever.

My second was ambitious. My third...

Thomas, if you want to be happy,

marry a girl like my sweet little Jane.

Marry a stupid woman.

[Women Crying]

[Drumroll Continues]

[Drumroll Stops]

What a lovely day.

What a lovely day.

[Single Loud Drumbeat]

Well, one must admit,

she died like a queen.

Yes. And that frock.

Wasn't it too divine?

- Was it? I didn't notice.

- No, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't notice that I haven't

had a new gown for a year.

All right. All right.

You shall have one... for your execution.

What...

[Staff Taps On Ground]

[Culpeper] Knights, ladies,

gentlemen and gentlewomen.

Attend the king, his Royal Highness

by the grace of God...

Henry Vlll, King of England and France,

Lord of Ireland.

Jane.

[Choir]

Ave Maria

[Singing In Latin]

- Warming pans.

- Warming pans.

Warming pans.

Rosewater.

- [Woman] Rosewater.

- [Woman #2] Rosewater.

Officer?

Here. What's this?

No one is allowed near the king's

marriage bed once it's been made ready.

But the marriage bed

isn't made ready.

What do you suppose I've been doing

for the past hour?

Swallowing the poker,

by the look of you.

Hold your tongue!

- And get out of here, my good woman.

- Who are you calling a good woman?

Nice name to give one

who's been 40 years with the king.

Nice or not,

you can't stay here.

- What is it you want?

- Haven't you heard of my charms?

- Your charms!

- I don't mean charms of face and figure.

- I mean charm of magic.

- Oh! Magic!

Yes, the magic I put under the king's

pillow to make certain he'll get a son.

Oh. Those things can only

come about by chance.

Prince of Wales

can't be left to chance.

How do I know that you're

not up to some mischief?

Fool! L, harm the king,

who nursed him from his birth?

[Spitting]

Now, you'll see.

It will be a boy.

[Baby Crying]

[Nursemaid]

Oh, no, baby.

[Murmuring]

Yes.

[lmitating Crying]

There, baby.

Yes.

[Murmuring]

My only little one.

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