Queen Christina Page #4

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But, Your Majesty,

you cannot die an old maid.

I have no intention to, Chancellor.

I shall die a bachelor.

Of course, Magnus, you heard everything.

No wonder you are so well-informed.

I am rather disappointed

you are not going to marry Charles.

I'd much rather him than another.

Charles spends all his time

reviewing troops.

It doesn't become you

to make fun of Charles.

He has risked his life for his country.

He, at least, is no opportunist.

You're serious today.

- It isn't that, Magnus.

- No? What then?

I look at you and I look at a stranger.

A stranger whom I do not altogether like.

I grant you your preferences,

if you will love me.

Love you?

I wonder now, Magnus,

if I have ever loved you.

I am your destiny, Christina.

Are you?

- I long to escape my destiny.

- You will long to return to it.

- Where is Countess Ebba?

- In her chamber, Your Majesty.

The Queen is selfish. It is simple for her.

She orders and you obey.

How long are you going on this way?

Every time we meet,

you promise to tell her...

you love me and you want to marry me

and you never do.

The Queen is so dominating.

She's interested only in her own concerns.

She never asks me.

Your Majesty.

Leave us.

- Forgive me. Forgive him.

- It is you I cannot forgive, Ebba.

You needn't fear my domination

any longer.

Your Majesty, please.

You pretended to be interested

in me and my problems.

Your sympathy, your concern...

all pretense,

underneath which you resent me.

You do not understand, Your Majesty.

The difficulty is, Ebba, that I do.

Your Majesty.

What now?

I must warn you about the impending

visit of the Spanish envoy.

Sweden is the great Protestant stronghold

of Europe.

Therefore, with this Spaniard,

you must be polite but reserved.

Very well.

What is this?

The people know that Prince Charles

is visiting you here.

They are excited about it.

They want to see their Queen.

Must I smile for the masses, Chancellor?

That is not too much to do for the people.

We want Prince Charles as our King!

Christina, our Queen!

Long live Charles Gustavus!

Long live Prince Charles!

- Sweden for the Swedes!

- Prince Charles for our King!

This is what comes, Chancellor,

from feeding the people a false hope.

- Aage.

- Your Majesty?

My riding coat. We go out in the snow.

- To hunt, Your Majesty?

- At least not be hunted.

Foreigners.

Spaniards.

You find this amusing, do you?

Where is that fool of a coachman?

It's not his fault.

The ditch is full of soft snow.

- It often happens like that here.

- What a country.

Aage, get the robe, put it under the wheel.

Tell the coachman to take off his robe

and put it under the other wheel.

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