Elizabeth: The Golden Age Page #3
in the hope that
our two great nations
might be
joined in love.
He interests me.
Talk to him.
Him, my lady?
Him.
I adore the natives you brought. I
don't suppose you could get one for me.
They're not
dangerous, are they?
That depends on what you
propose to do with them.
I'd dress him up in
mulberry colored silk,
and have him walk behind
me, carrying my cloak.
I have a secret,
my dear.
I pretend there's
a pane of glass,
eine Glasscheibe
between me and them.
They can see me,
You should try it.
Majesty, I am...
It is something,
after all,
to take a blank on the map
and build there a shining city.
Which you will no doubt
name after yourself.
No doubt.
May I ask
a question in return?
Of course.
How am I to win
the Queers favor?
Why should I tell you that?
but whatever I have to give,
ask, and it's yours.
Say what you mean to say
as plainly as possible.
All men flatter the Queen
in hope of advancement.
Pay her the compliment
of truth.
I don't even know
your name.
Elizabeth Throckmorton.
A second
Elizabeth?
Everyone calls me Bess.
Your most serene Majesty,
bright star of our firmament,
of the heavenly spheres.
His Highness is tired
after his long journey.
No man
can become tired
in the presence of
so lovely a queen.
His Highness, the Archduke informs
me that my charms overwhelm him.
He will retire to his
private chambers to rest.
I don't want him hurt
by your schemes.
So how should
we proceed?
Perhaps we should
all retire.
I suspect him of being
a professional charmer.
Am I right?
He is certainly
charming, my lady.
Well, there are
duller professions.
You like him, don't you?
He's a man that lives in a
world far beyond the court.
It's refreshing.
Well.
We shall let him
come again.
Blue.
SIR WALTER. Can you imagine
what it is to cross an ocean?
For weeks, you see nothing but
the horizon, perfect and empty.
You live in the grip of fear.
Fear of storms.
Fear of sickness on board.
Fear of the immensity.
So you must drive that fear
down deep into your belly.
Study your charts.
Watch your compass.
Pray for a fair wind.
And hope,
pure,
naked,
fragile
hope.
Majesty, the Archduke
and court are waiting.
Let them wait.
Go on, Mr. Raleigh.
You were hoping.
At first, it's no more
than a haze on the horizon.
So you watch.
You watch.
Then it's a smudge,
a shadow on the far water.
For a day.
For another day.
along the horizon taking form,
until on the third day,
you let yourself believe.
You dare to whisper
the word.
Land.
Land.
Life.
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