Elizabeth Page #3

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Give it to her.

My Lady...

The Earl of Sussex is here.

The Queen is dead!

Long live the Queen!

Long live the Queen!

This is the Lord's doing

and it is marvellous in our eyes.

To the north, I present unto you

Elizabeth, your undoubted Queen!

To the south, I present to you

Elizabeth, your undoubted Queen!

I crown thee Elizabeth,

Queen of England, Ireland and France.

God save Your Majesty.

Your Majesty has inherited

a most parlous and degenerate state.

It's threatened from abroad

by France and Spain

and is weaker in men, monies and riches

than I have ever known it.

What are you saying?

Madam, your treasury is empty.

The Navy is run-down,

there is no standing army,

and no munitions.

There is not a fortress

that could withstand a single shot.

- I have no desire for war, sir.

- But that is not the end of it.

Here at home there are those

who wish Your Majesty ill.

Mary of Scots has already

laid claim to your throne,

and Norfolk...

Norfolk covets it relentlessly.

Madam, until you marry

and produce an heir,

you will find no security.

That's Sir Christopher Hatton.

- There is Sir William Makepeace...

- I do not see...

- Lord Ensley, Your Majesty.

- Delighted.

I do not see why a woman

need marry at all.

Come on, come on!

This is Mistress Quickly.

You will recall His Excellency

the Spanish Ambassador.

How could I forget?

Excellency.

Your Majesty.

He's French. You'll have to speak up.

Do I know that gentleman?

That is Sir Francis Walsingham, Madam.

He has returned from exile

and I have appointed him

to have a care for Your Majesty's person.

Ah!

Excellency...

Majesty...

May I present the French Ambassador,

His Excellency Monsieur de Foix.

Your Excellency.

I suppose the French

do offer some suitor to her.

Naturally.

Everything now depends

upon the husband that woman takes.

King Henry of Anjou

sends you brotherly love.

He trusts the relationship between

our countries may be much improved.

That is also my hope.

The King expects that you will

consider the suit of his brother,

the Duke of Anjou.

Her Majesty will consider

the proposal most carefully.

It is unfortunate, however,

that the Duke's aunt, Mary of Guise,

chooses to garrison Scotland

with French troops.

Ladies...

The marriage of a Queen, Excellency,

is born of politics, not childish passion.

Your Grace.

Walsingham!

Welcome to England.

- Your Grace is surprised?

- No.

Only a little disappointed.

Play a volta!

When may I see you in private?

In private?

Have you forgot, my Lord?

I am Queen now.

He's coming.

He's coming!

My Ladies.

My Lord.

You blush, Lady Knollys.

Are you in love?

No, my Lord.

Then you should be,

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