All language subtitles for The Spanish Princess E5

Previously, on "The Spanish Princess"...

Harry cannot marry her.

She's his brother's wife. It's a sin.

She says she did not lie with Arthur.

I've learnt the name of our tormenter,

Edmund de la Pool,
your own wife's cousin.

He burns for me.

You said you had given him up, Rosa.

I want to, but I don't know how.

I am a virgin, as I was when
I first came to England.

So they were married
both in word and deed?

I cannot say. I did
not bear witness to it.

If she seduces Harry and
marries him upon this lie,

you will burn in Hell!

You cannot simply throw me out.

Yes, I can, and have.

What do you want from me?

I want you to say yes.

I will take Princess Catherine
of Aragon to be my wife.

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Lord...

give me your wisdom.

You have called me to
be Queen of England.

Shall I take the king to be my husband?

Why don't you speak to me?

How dare you challenge me?

It was your mother's dying wish.

Does that mean nothing to you?

She was dying! She was in agony!

And you would put yourself
ahead of the queen's command?

No. I think that you
asked this from her.

Why would her final wish

be to take away my happiness?

You always think everything
is happening to you.

No, I think, Father,

- that you are jealous...
- Ohh!

...jealous of my confidence
and my courage.

And I think you seek to take away

the one thing that I desire.

What did we do to make him as he is?

As if this wasn't already hard enough.

For once in my life,
I find myself agreeing

with your late wife, God rest her soul.

- Mm.
- I now see the wisdom

of this union with the girl.

I'll soothe our hothead.

You go and see your new wife-to-be.

Uh, is this for me?

Sir Richard Pole left it for me
because I refused to see him.

He pleads for his wife's
return, no doubt.

She disobeyed our rule, Henry.

I will not have that.

Princess Catherine, welcome.

This way, Your Highness.

Why do you smile, Your Grace?

I smile, because we're both clearly

having such a splendid time of it.

When one is king...

one dines for many reasons
with many guests...

for politics, to gain intelligence,

to push a truce...

to pursue a bride.

I'm not unfamiliar with the sensation
of this table growing longer

nor the food growing more
tasteless upon the plate.

I'm sorry. I do not wish
to take away your appetite.

Did you and the queen take
all your meals in here?

Goodness, no.

Look at it!

Arthur liked to eat under the trees.

He would have taken
all his meals outside,

come wind or rain.

As did his mother...

given the chance.

When we were first wed, I...

arranged picnics for her
throughout the grounds.

I tried everything to warm her heart.

She was cold to you?

Mm.

But you were so in love.

A blind man could see it.

The battle for her heart was hard-won.

Winning the throne of
England was less arduous.

When did you know

that she loved you?

I cannot tell you the hour.

Only that one day I was aware
of a peace in my heart...

a sense that when I was with her...

I was home.

You know, you have the
look of her in your eyes.

You both had mothers who...

not so much raised you, but smelted you.

I am a lump of steel.

There.

Who said I cannot woo a woman?

Come.

Now that your Infanta
is to wed the king...

your own marriages must be addressed.

Charles Brandon has selected you,

and both the Duke of Rochester

and the 11th Baron Willoughby de Eresby

will each be offered you.

I was told I was to
have a say in who I wed.

Well, perhaps you might have if
Prince Arthur had not passed away,

but now the choice is mine alone,

and my sole consideration

is that you marry loyal
men within my house.

Will you still wait
for Catherine's dowry

to be paid by Queen Isabella?

There's no need.

The alliance is preserved.

But she will not become
queen in her own...

Rosa!

- Rosa...
- Stay away!

It is the plague,

the sweating plague. Help me, Jesus.

Ay, no.

There is no sweat.

It was the guinea fowl.

It must have been too old.

She ate some bad food.

Did she?

It was the guinea fowl.

The two men who may wed you

will be waiting in the Great Hall.

They will look at you as you pass by.

It may aid the path of love

were you to wipe the
vomit from your chin.

Vamos.

Ladies, I give you the
Duke of Rochester...

My ladies.

...and the 11th Baron
Willoughby de Eresby.

Enchanted.

The king insisted I be brought back here

so I could have my portrait started...

Where is Rosa going?

She is unwell, Highness.

I am finished with this today.

He has written to my mother

to ask her for her
blessing on our marriage,

but I don't believe I have been
blessed since I left Spain.

Then perhaps you should
return to Castile.

Go back to your mother.
Find another life.

At least you have that option.

I do not.

Lina?

Lina!

Why do you talk to me this way?

I have supported you in every way I can

and perhaps some ways that I should not.

I have been loyal to you.

And now the king says he'll have you,

so you should rejoice in victory

and take the orange that
has landed in your lap.

If your destiny is to be Queen
of England, take the king,

but if your dream is love,

then that is all I want, too.

Then find love with your husband.

Charlie Brandon?

I cannot love a fool!

I am in love with Oviedo,

the bowman,

who is not a Tudor,

nor a noble, nor an Englishman.

Nor is he Catholic.

I've been told he worships Islam.

There is no law against
it here in England,

but in Spain, if we went back,

he would be tortured by your mother.

And perhaps I would be, too,

because they don't believe
those who converted.

My mother would do no such thing.

It must have been the church.

If I wed Oviedo,

who will cast me from your service?

Is it the king?

Lady Margaret Beaufort?

Or is it you?

Lina...

you came here for a better life.

Now, if you throw it all away,

how would you live, raise children?

The men the Tudors took from me,

including your man Oviedo,

are not even paid a wage.

They work for food and lodging.

You cannot raise a child on that.

I have some money that my
parents left me when they died,

and then I'll think
of something I can...

What thing would you think of, Lina,

to support yourself, your
husband, and your children?

- I...
- You have a duty...

to my mother and to me
and to your parents,

who worked their lives to
send you here for this.

You will tell me when you've chosen

if you will take your Tudor husband

or will leave my household.

_

My Lord!

Easy, there.

Richard. How is Westminster?

I tried to speak to Lady Margaret,

but she seems quite
certain of your treachery.

I have always been a Plantagenet

and always been the enemy to her.

Yet in her anger,

Lady Margaret has done
me a great service.

I may stay here with my children

in the country, free from all of them.

You think she will let
you stay here in peace?

You think she won't break
you every chance she gets?

You defied her, Maggie.

I love my children,

and I would die for them.

I know you would, so lie for them!

Tell Lady Margaret Arthur's
marriage was a full one.

No. I have told that woman what I know,

and only what I know to be the truth,

that I didn't see Catherine
and Arthur with my own eyes.

You tread a dangerous path.

I tread a narrow one, I know,

but that path is my conscience.

The Tudors have taken a
great deal from me, Richard,

but they will not take that.

The king says he will marry Catherine.

I suppose that eases things a little.

_

Maggie, if you've heard from
your cousin, you must say so.

It may even save your place at court.

Have you heard nothing that I have said?

I do not want a place at court.

And I have not heard from him.

- Harry.
- We will fight him, Catherine.

Tell your mother to refuse the match.

Your children won't succeed
you if they're sired with him,

and your mother surely doesn't
want a barren throne for you.

She may not even care
about that anymore.

We don't know what she'll say.

Well, then you must tell him
no, that you won't have him.

How should I refuse him,
Harry, the King of England?

Do you think he will smile kindly

on my marriage to his
son if I insult him

and drive a dagger in his pride?

I cannot disobey the king.

- Why not?
- Because he'd send me back to Spain.

But you are your mother's daughter.

You don't hear no. You fight.

What, did you trifle with
me just to win my father?

No!

Of course I didn't.

If you want him, say so...

and I'll know you for
a devil in a dress.

You don't know, do you?

How is this my doing?

How is this at my door?!

You don't know what you want.

I don't know what my choices are!

I don't know if I have a choice.

Well, damn you, then.

If your love is so fickle

that it can blow away like dust...

I will forget you.

"Dearest Meg, it warmed my
heart to get your letter.

I couldn't bear it that you thought

I hadn't said goodbye to you in London.

_

What a joy to read
that you do not believe

your life in Scotland
will be unpleasant.

I hear he is an accomplished man

and interested in everything.

Although a nursery
full of bastard children

is more than I would bear on my arrival,

so I think you are a
stronger woman than I am.

I'm glad that you are happy, though,

and I report the same.

My only sorrow is my husband,

as I know I've disappointed him.

Your loving aunt, Maggie".

Was that caused by the
guinea fowl as well?

Rosa, when did you last bleed?

I don't know.

Some weeks ago.

How many weeks?

Four? Six?

I must talk to Stafford.

I must tell him.

No!

Rosa, he is married.

If you tell him, he
will deny it was him,

and... he will abandon you.

No!

He would never leave me.

Do you know what they
do to unmarried mothers?

You wouldn't just be flogged.

You would lose your
place with the Infanta

and be begging on the
streets with a tiny baby.

Wh-What should I do?

Lina, help me.

Maximilian has yet again refused

to hand over the traitor
Edmund de la Pool.

We've offered trade deals, money.

God knows his country needs it,

but still he has refused.

He is coming for me.

Dudley, where's my army?

Ah, yes, Your Grace.

Your Grace.

The military expansion
is a costly venture...

Uh, sorry. Why do we need men?

Wh-Why are we expanding?

Because the threat of an invasion
led by Edmund de la Pool...

Oh, right. Um, de la Pool, the York.

Yes.

Yes.

We had agreed on a defense tax,

but it'll take time to raise
the funds to pay the men...

Well, then don't raise them.

You are hell-bent on robbing the people.

Pull men from the armies of
all the nobles sitting here.

Stafford, how large is your retinue,

300 men, 400?

If we centralize the military,

my father wouldn't have to beg

and simper to you all
like a serving maid.

My son is angry,

because a girl who has his
young heart in her keeping

prefers a king to a boy.

But if he spent less
time on girls and ale,

he would know that we are already

drawing men from all these noble houses!

And so your contribution
to this privy council

is of no use whatsoever!

Gentlemen, please leave us.

The council is dismissed.

Ale can be a marvelous thing.

It lures me into taverns
on a quest for insobriety,

but while you men grow old with talk...

I discover.

De la Pool is here, in London.

Harry.

Harry!

Harry.

So it's true, Edmund de la Pool is here?

It's not difficult to rule,

to find out what you want to know,

if the people love you.

Where is he?

He's very near the palace.

Where is he?!

I will deal with this.

I don't know what you're
so up in arms about.

You always want me at
the council meetings.

If you cut yourself
off from your father,

then you cut yourself off from
the source of your power.

There's an apothecary on Charm Street,

and de la Pool is hiding there.

You know, sometimes I
wonder about you, Harry.

Are you ever for England
or only for yourself?

- We're up, soldier.
- Aye.

Hello.

I was hoping you might ask
the women of the kitchens

where a lady goes for help

if she should find
herself unwed with child.

Rosa.

I cannot ask them,

or my honor will be questioned,

which would damage the Infanta.

If you ask, they will think that...

That I have been dishonorable
and want to cover my mistakes?

I am promovido,

groom to the armory.

Promoted?

I am pleased for you.

And are there wages for it?

There are other things than money, Lina.

Is Margaret Pole at court?

Perhaps she will take pity on me.

She is not welcome here no more.

The king's mother told her to get out.

The men say there is un burdel

in Bankside above the tavern.

A whorehouse?

The women there will help Rosa.

But...

Hey, dark mistress, come sit by me.

Thank you.

Hold still, slave.

Come to work or...

to get rid?

Th-The second one.

In my day, it was catgut.

They say it's all much safer now.

Oh, here he goes.

Come on, Willoughby. Good man.

Here's upon Willoughby!

That's it!

Willoughby, Baron de Eresby?

Yeah, the 11th.

You're one of hers, aren't you,

that Spanish princess?

No. You are mistaken.

Be quite a scandal, wouldn't it,

highborn girl like you
flogged on Tower Hill?

Bad news for her princess-ship.

She might not want you
in her gang no more.

Do you have what I need or not?

I do, love, but it'll cost you.

How much?

Of course, if you can't pay,

you can make a pretty penny
with your lovely skin.

Lady Night-time.

How much will it cost?

This'll do away with the little problem.

So what's it gonna be?

Ha!

You can't come in, Lady Grandmother.

Hmm.

Unless you bring more wine.

My lady.

The soldiers stormed the
shop and found his man,

but de la Pool had gone.

We questioned the man.

No! No!

No! No! No!

In the end, he told us
his master had sailed.

Perhaps if you'd told us sooner,

we'd have caught him.

Perhaps my father brought it on himself.

And perhaps your blood will

stain the English soil
for what you did today.

De la Pool would cut your
throat in a heartbeat,

but you let him slip the net

and have safe passage
back to the Hapsburgs,

and all because some
foreign girl has pitted you

against your father like
some commoner in a brawl.

Well, thank you for the
visit, Lady Grandmother.

Will you ask Charlie to come
back in on your way out?

What you feel for her is lust.

It's of the flesh.
It's not of the heart.

You're... You're a
healthy, strong young man.

You've had kingship thrust upon
you as a burden on your grief.

Perhaps there are some appetites

that you've not had
free rein to... satisfy.

What?

Lord Stafford has some
friends for you to meet.

While I go to evening prayer.

Thank you...

but what I feel is of the heart.

If she wants my father,
I will step aside.

But if she wants me,

I will fight him...

to the death, if needs be.

You have not bled?

You...

put it up inside

if you do not wish to have the baby.

Where did you get it?

It doesn't matter.

Lina, I am afraid.

Do you think I should take Rochester

or Willoughby instead?

No, I don't.

I don't.

Hello?

I'm coming in, so don't say no.

- I have something to say.
- But I came to you.

You came to tell me
you will fight for me.

Am I correct?

- Yes, I...
- And you hate your father

for stealing me away, and...

and you want me to know
that if I marry him,

I condemn myself to a
miserable, loveless life.

That's right, yes.

That is what people do.

The prisoners begging for their
lives and offering contrition,

they beg and plead,

but their pleas are always met with
deafness for one simple reason,

that they must go to the block
because the king decrees it.

So you're saying you must
marry him because he said so.

Because he is the king.

I'm saying there is duty...

that both of us must cleave to.

You know, I admit that when
I first wrote to you in Spain,

it... it was a game.

But then the more I read
of you and knew you, I...

Well, I haven't known as many
women as you think, Catherine,

and those that I have were of the flesh.

You are not.

I mean, I...

I-I want to.

But... But the point is that...

the point is that...

that I love you.

And love exalts us into God's arms.

I-It is his greatest gift to us.

It makes us one with him.

Catherine, it leaves
duty in the shadows.

You are a wonder.

You make me yearn to be king

so that I can be a better man for you.

You are a wordsmith.

You bend words to your whim.

Well, then feel what I'm saying.

And then give me your answer.

A boy kisses you,

and everything I've
taught you is undone.

- Leave me, Madre.
- He will bring you pain.

The betrayal he will deal to
you, it will break the world.

- You are wrong.
- Guard yourself!

If you do not, the enemy will
know just where to strike.

Lady Pole is banished from the court.

My lady, the king's mother
says she lied for you.

Banished? For how long?

Forever.

Is she at her home in Stourton?

We will go to her,
this very moment, now.

The king demands we
send him all our men.

- All?
- We're being punished.

Others may keep a small
retinue. We may not.

This is more than taxes.

Your cousin was seen in
London stirring up support.

The king and his mother
are certain he will strike,

and they see treachery at every turn.

If they see treachery, then
they are looking in a mirror.

We'll have to mend the cart ourselves.

- Mother!
- We'll get the boys to help.

It'll toughen them up.

Mother!

Her Grace, the Spanish
princess, is here to see you.

Maggie, do not join her cause.

Your cause is here,
with the children and me.

Down there.

My Lady Pole.

Catherine. Lady de Cardones.

I have learned you have been
banished from the court,

because you spoke out
for me to Lady Margaret.

- I spoke for no one but myself.
- Still...

you have suffered for my benefit.

I wish to make amends.

You can do nothing.

In fact, the rift has served me well.

Perhaps I should be thanking you.

We are united

in Margaret Beaufort's
hatred of us both.

May we take refreshment?

Lady Pole...

I wish to ask you for your guidance.

Ah.

The king.

He is a decent man.

And he would make you queen.

I want you to tell me what
kind of husband he would be.

You ask me to petition for a king

whose presence I'm not
seen fit to stand in?

Oh, this family.

You prefer his son, then?

It was Arthur I was close to.

But Harry...

he is clever and has a
fevered lust for knowledge.

His appetites flood in all
directions, wise and foolish.

He runs at life,

which means he's not always
constant in his interests.

There is danger in him.

He was not sired to be king.

He was mollycoddled by his grandmother.

A man with too much power and
no discipline is dangerous.

I see another side to him.

He is passionate and poetic.

He is like a knight of Camelot...

flawed, but...

also brave and dedicated.

Lancelot.

You clearly know your mind
about him, so why ask me?

Catherine, if you wish to be
queen, then take the king.

But I think you rode here not
just to ask for forgiveness,

but to speak Prince Harry's name aloud.

I think you love Harry.

May God help you if you do.

Dada, look. I'm helping.

Ursula.

Go.

Henry, look.

What did she want?

To ease her heart.

Do you know I've realized I admire her?

She's brave, and she's
certain she's right.

I wish I'd been more like
her when I was younger.

Maggie.

Whatever my life has thrown at me,

I'm glad you're in it, Richard,

that we have each other, our love.

Lina, do you think me selfish?

You are trained to be a queen.

You ask others to make sacrifices.

It is the way of kings and queens.

You have been my closest
friend and confidante

since we came to England.

I cannot think of living
here without you by my side,

but...

I will not be the cause
of your unhappiness.

You're right.

You've done too much for me.

And if you wish to marry Oviedo,

then you will find support from me.

- I...
- I cannot promise

you will stay within my household,

as that may not be within my gift,

but you will have a dowry from me...

three gold plates.

You may melt them down,

and that will be a start, at least,

if you should have to make your own way.

Thank you.

Thank you, Highness.

Catherine.

We are friends, I hope.

Yes.

Yes, we are friends.

Sisters.

Lina!

Rosa, what is it?

I am so sorry.

I can't do it.

I can't kill my baby.

I-I'll pay you for pesario.

Tell me what you paid.

I shame Your Highness.

Please don't let them flog me.

Rosa is with child, señora.

Lina, prepare my bath.

The father will not marry you?

He...

has a wife.

But I need to tell him.

I think that he will help me.

Lina, will you come with me?

Stay with her.

Infanta, I...

Perdona esta intrusión.

The queen, your mother,

she sends word to the king.

What does she say?

I think she writes the same to you.

"Are you to have two husbands?

I received two letters,
each about a different man.

You want to wed Prince Harry.

Then the king writes that
he will take you for himself.

Take the bird in hand and
be grateful at your luck.

You're lucky now to even make a queen".

You have permission for
your marriage to the king.

"Your sister can find
no luck of her own.

She stayed with me in Spain

for the birth of her child,
but it made her very sick.

None of us had sleep for months

until she sailed back to her husband

and took the child with her".

She writes to me that she is troubled

by your sister, Lady Joanna.

She helped her with the baby.

It left her very tired.

Tell me, Ambassador...

whose eyes are these?

Are they the eyes of queen
consort to King Henry?

Please inform the Prince of Wales
that I would like to see him.

I was glad to get your message.

God has placed this moment in my lap.

He means to make me see myself...

and listen to my heart.

He means for us to be together.

Oh.

But... But what has changed?

Did your mother refuse my father?

No.

She wrote and gave permission.

- Then how... how are we to...
- Trust your God.

And trust in me.

Your Grace.

We received a letter from your mother.

I am aware of it, Your Grace.

And do you give consent?

Would I make you happy?

Would I make you as
happy as your wife did?

As you know, Catherine, I, um...

I loved my wife.

I still do,

but, uh, I would try
to be a husband to you.

I would be respectful and considerate,

and I would not...

bother you too much.

It was her dying wish.

If she knew you could not love me,

then she did it for the
safety of your country,

for the alliance between
Spain and England.

- Yes.
- But marrying me does not secure that.

In fact, it does the opposite.

If we wed, our children
won't succeed us.

Of course not. Harry's
will, as Lizzie's son.

The throne belongs to Harry,

then his son, and then his grandson.

So how long would your
treaty hold with Spain?

Only until, God forbid,

you pass away and
Harry takes the throne.

And then, just when
he needs it the most,

there will be no protection.

I would be the widow to his father.

I could not command
my country to his side.

He would be alone in all of Europe...

and whoever then rules Spain

would make treaties with your enemies.

Or else they would renew
their pact with England.

There are many benefits.

You wish to marry Harry.

My wife had many gifts,

and she said if you married him,

then there would be no sons.

She saw this.

You don't think your
wife saw in your eyes

how lonely you would be?

And in pain for you,
perhaps she was confused.

Because the first time I met her,

she told me she'd do
anything to save her sons.

She'd kill for them.

Don't take the risk.

Give Harry the alliance.

Keep him safe...

...for her.

I do not think this is a good idea.

I know you do not like him.

But he cares for me. You'll see.

Ah, Lady de Vargas.

Lord Stafford, I must speak with you.

Well, I'm...

You're not, uh... not
with your mistress?

I am carrying your child.

I know you have a wife,

and I will not cause you trouble.

I ask for just enough to live on,

a tiny house for me and the baby,

that you give us food,
and visit us sometimes.

That sounds like a good idea.

And I will make arrangements.

John, do you know where Oviedo is?

Uh, Richmond.

The king build new palace.

It must be guarded.

It must be wonderful to be rich.

I hear they will be back in,
uh, one month or maybe two.

- Wine.
- My Lord.

Lady Catherine of Aragon and Castile...

I withdraw my proposal
of marriage to you.

You will instead be betrothed

to my son Henry, Prince of Wales.

Your heirs will ensure
the continued peace

between our two kingdoms.

Thank you, Father.

- Henry...
- I will send my letter to the pope...

requesting his dispensation.

- Thank you, Your Grace.
- If he grants it,

you may be married...

only when your mother...

sends the dowry.

Your future hangs upon Castile.

You look busy, Father.

This one doesn't look too good, either.

- I'm gonna need to replace it.
- Father, can I help?

Ah, you can get me the axle grease.

Ah, good. Then I can get a drink.

Come on, Ursula.

Come and help me with the supper.

Yes, Mother.

Come on, little help.

How 'bout I take you in with me?

Where is it... Ah, there it is.

We've got meat pies for supper.

Ah, behave.

Can you help with supper, too?

Reggie, careful!

Henry, Henry, come and help me!

Help me.

Father!

Mother!

Get the jack! Get the jack, Henry!

It's all right, Richard.

We'll get it off.

We're almost there, Richard.

Quickly! That's it.

Reggie, Ursula, go inside.

Father.

Oh, please, Richard,
please, don't leave me.

I can't do this without you.

I love you.

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