The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex Page #5
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in his arms again...
...thank heaven you're not a queen.
But I thought to be a queen...
To be a queen is to be
less than human.
...to search men's hearts
for tenderness...
...and find only ambition...
...to cry out in the dark
for one unselfish voice...
...and hear only the dry rustle
of papers of state.
To turn to one's beloved
with stars for eyes...
...and have him see behind them only
the shadow of the executioner's block.
A queen has no hour for love.
Time presses, events crowd upon her.
And for a shell...
...an empty, glittering husk...
...she must give up all
And now...
...fetch me Master Francis Bacon.
- Master Bacon?
- At once.
Yes, Your Majesty.
Will your steps always be so laggard
when I send for you, Master Bacon?
My steps have lost the habit
And your tongue has lost
none of its sharpness, I see.
To bed and hopeful dreams.
You're a friend of my Lord Essex,
aren't you?
- I am whatever Your Grace desires.
- And your own interest dictates.
Anyway, you know him better
than any other man.
- Why has he not returned to court?
- Not for lack of attraction...
...but possibly his pride.
- A pox on his pride!
He must come home. I command it!
You need him back so badly,
Your Grace?
Purely for matters of state.
Do you understand?
Perfectly, madam.
Bacon. Bacon, stop being clever.
I'm too tired to fence with you.
I can't force him back,
and you know it.
And he's so stupid,
so stubborn, so pigheaded...
...that he'll never return of his own
accord unless I humble myself to him.
And that I'll never do. Never!
- Do you hear?
- Naturally, Your Majesty.
Naturally! It's against all nature
Tell me, what shall I do?
Find me a way to compel his return
I'll not be ungrateful.
in your happiness.
And the advantage to you
in his return to favor, of course.
I'll not deny it, madam.
But how to persuade him and still save
the pride of each, I'm hanged if I know.
Perhaps if I slept the night upon it.
What is it?
- A courier from Ireland, Your Majesty.
- Have him enter.
Your Majesty.
I came...
Bacon. Wine. Quickly.
Chair.
Allow me, Your Majesty.
- Pardon, Majesty.
- Never mind that. What is the news?
We have been annihilated
in Ireland, Your Grace.
Tyrone surprised us.
Every company, troop, arms,
stores, everything, utterly destroyed.
Wars, death, famine
in that unhappy land.
And for what?
A few miserable acres
of fever-smitten bog...
...and handfuls of tattered peasants
whose only desire is to be left in peace...
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