Anne of the Thousand Days Page #5

My breath is foul, Your Grace.

Your health is very dear to us.

You must needs keep well.

We live all too brief a span.

What little we have

should not be wasted.

Well, there's no trace of medicine

or fever on these sweet lips.

The surprise of Your Majesty's visit

must have cured me.

Wonderful. I shall continue the cure.

Shall I dismiss the chaperones?

- By your leave.

- Yes, by your leave.

Yes, without your leave.

Off. Out. All of you, go.

Oompanions, brothers.

Lawyer. Go.

Anne, you see before you

not the King, but a poor fellow

as uncertain, as eager,

as hopeful, as afraid

as any man that ever fell in love.

I see the King.

Believe me, all kingship on one side.

Women give love to the King

like paying taxes.

I wish to be loved for myself.

Well, as you say you're not the King,

but only a poor, uncertain,

eager, hopeful fellow.

Oould you tell me why the King sent an

old Ohurch pander to give me my orders?

- Pander?

- The Lord Oardinal Wolsey.

Oh. Did he speak clumsily?

No, Your Grace.

He spoke to the point.

What the King wants, he will have.

No, Anne. It's quite the reverse.

What you want, you shall have.

- If I have you first.

- Not against your will.

- Not?

- Never.

I'll earn your love

and then your bed.

Tell me what things you want.

Prove me.

There is one thing I want.

I want something that has gone.

You shall have it.

Now walk with me, talk with me.

I love your sweet voice,

your company and your bold spirit.

Tell me, dare I ask it?

Is there anything about me

that you love?

No.

My God.

You asked not to be treated

like the King.

I would have lied to the King.

No one has ever talked to me

like that before.

My sweet voice will not lie to you.

But in time, Nan,

you'll grow to love me.

Anything is possible.

With us everything is possible.

That's settled. I can return to London.

- You, Oromwell, will remain here.

- Here, My Lord?

To keep me informed.

Tell My Lord of Suffolk that we shall

entertain no more such petitions.

Show that to Sir Thomas More,

that's his province.

Ah, Thomas.

You smell of horse sweat.

His Majesty has sent me to inform you,

My Lord, that the...

...entertainment at Hever suits him

well, and he intends to remain.

Excellent. No, tell Lovell

his request is denied.

That witch has been leading him

a dance for two weeks.

She'll go the way of all the rest.

Granted.

The King should be attending to matters

of State, not pursuing a reluctant girl.

If he wants her, he should take her.

What is Sir Thomas More's opinion

about that?

Master Oromwell,

when you counsel the King

tell him what he ought to do,

but never what he is able to do.

If he knew his real strength, it

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