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IGlorianaJ‘
J‘ Halle‘ujah J‘
IGlorianaJ‘
J‘ Halle‘ujah J‘
IGloriana, hallelujahl
J‘ HaHelujah. J‘
J‘J‘
VICTORIA: What fun we had doing these.
Look at thxs one.
How young you \ook, Albert.
Well, that was
before lwas the father to.“
(faux horror): seven children.
(laughlng)
VICTORIA: That's you when you were a baby. \ficky.
Who's that nursemaid holding me?
(laughing): That's me, sillyl
(laughing): 0h, Vicky is right,
you don't look like a queen at all.
Of course I don't.
(baby crying)
VICKY: Mama, look,
Bertie is lrying to put a marble up Alfie's nose.
Allie, stay slill.
Right.
(fussing)
Bertie.
(sighs)
VICTORIA: Bertie?
(baby crying)
Do you wish to hurt your brother?
It's an experiment. Papa.
Ah-ah. Bertie, leave your brother alone at once!
ALBERT: Sit over there, Bertie.
Sit!
Vicky,
I want you take your brothers
and sisters back to the nursery,
your mama's not feeling very well.
Is the new baby making her feel cross?
I don't understand why she keeps getting them.
I'm sure she'll feel better soon.
(curtly): There's absolutely nothing wrong with me.
(fussing continues)
J‘J‘
RUSSELL: The new coin would be worth a tenth of a pound.
It is a step towards introducing
a modern decimal system.
Ah, well, we have ten fingers after all.
Seems like the most logical system.
Yes, but there's something so irritating
about the decimal point.
(2 is a number that likes to be divided. Ten isn't.
RUSSELL: Yes, but the decimal system
works perfectly well on the Continent.
Perhaps they're better at long division.
VICTORIA: A new coin
deserves a new image.
It is an opportunity to put something beautiful
in the pocket of the people.
I would like to have a hand in its design,
if I may?
Certainly, sir.
And what do you think we should call the new coin?
Totally unnecessary.
Ah, Uncle Leopold.
You have arrived just in time.
That is my specialty.
We need a name
for the new decimal coin.
in Europe we would call it a florin.
Excellent suggestion, Your Majesty.
A name that works both at home and abroad.
Uncle Leopold, let me present my prime minister.
And this is my...
foreign secretary.
Oh, Lord Palmerston needs no introduction.
(speaking German):
I am delighted to have made such an impression, Your Majesty.
First you undermine my authority,
then you are insolent to King Leopold.
No one is indispensable!
PALMERSTON: No, indeed, prime minister.
One day you will go too far.
And then I will be the one
with the idiotic grin on my face.
Your Serene Highness, what an unexpected pleasure.
(chuckles quietly)
Official business?
There is to be a ball for the christening,
in the fashions of the last century.
Will I valuable enough to receive an invitation, Iwonder?
That remains to be seen.
Invites are for valuable member of society.
(playing "Sonata in A Minor")
All I ask is that you look at me,
like you did in Ireland.
(continues playing piano)
| maybe wearing livery, but I am the same man.
Nothing has changed.
(sighs)
Exactly, I'm still married.
To a man who's not worthy of you.
Would you like me to arrange
for an oil lamp by the piano, Your Grace,
if there's not enough light?
I'm worried that Joseph here might spill...
wax on you. (playing stops)
(closes lid)
J‘J‘
VICTORIA: Arthur.
Alice.
Helena.
Affie.
Of course you remember Bertie and Vicky.
Please accept this book of etchings, Uncle Leopold,
to keep us near your heart always.
0h.
How like your dear father you are,
my dear.
Bertie.
Make a bow to Uncle Leopold. (children screaming)
LEOPOLD: Oh, it is a mouse.
And the Prince of Wales, however,
takes after the other side ofthe family.
FEODORA: Yes, that is what I always say.
Bertie is a Hanoverian.
(chuckling)
Uncle.
(Victoria chuckles)
Don't you recognize Feodora?
Uh...
Why, she practically lives next door to you.
Feodora, of course.
What an unexpected pleasure to see you here, Duchess.
(door closes)
I know how busy you are at the palace.
The queen has been...
out of sorts since the birth.
She likes to have me on hand, and I can hardly refuse.
Indeed.
How pleasant for you, my dear, to have such powerful friends.
Ah, of course, you are right at the center of things.
The prime minister and Lord Palmerston are always
at the palace, are they not?
Yes, they do come and go, rather.
Hmm.
Well, I, l have been giving some thought
to your costume for the christening.
You have?
I think you should go as my grandmother,
the ninth duchess.
She was painted by Gainsborough.
I have a, a miniature here.
Oh, she's lovely.
Sold.
Like so many things.
Until you restored the family fortunes...
My dear.
J‘J‘
"President of the Society
for the Improvement of the Laboring Classes."
Hmm.
This country is lucky to have such an industrious prince.
Well, there is still so much
to do.
Three years ago I thought
that this country would go the same way
as France, but...
well, it seems that the English, they may grumble,
but they do not come to the boil.
Mm-hmm.
It is the weather, I think.
It is hard to lead a revolution in the rain,
(laughing)
I am so proud of you, Albert.
IGlorianaJ‘
J‘ Hallelujah J‘
IGlorianaJ‘
J‘ Hallelujah J‘
IGIoriana, hallelujahI
J‘ Hallelujah. J‘
J‘J‘
I was... I was so looking forward
to starting my, my duties again,
and...
now what are people going to see?
(stammers)
They are going to see a woman.
As Feodora said, it will pass.
Hmm.
(groans quietly)
(birds chirping)
I must thank you for the invitation to the ball.
Mrs. Hudson is mostgratetul, Your Serene Highness.
I am used to the rough and tumble,
but she...
well, she feels the lack of society
most keenly.
l'll take my leave. (clears throat)
i seem to have scared Mr. Hudson off.
You do know the man's a swindler?
He even sold empty railway shares to his valet.
I'm surprised to see you riding with one another.
I am surprised you're not at the palace
with the prime minister.
Well, I did offer, but the prime minister thought
he could manage better alone.
And I am sure he's right.
But it would be very inconvenient
if they discovered a common enemy.
It’s a mighty fine bay you have there.
Must have cost a pretty penny.
Royal stable?
It belongs to me, actually.
Ah.
Agift, perhaps,
from one of your many admirers.
Is your wife coming to the ball, I wonder?
She doesn't like the hurIy-burly of politics.
Ah. Pity.
A man like you needs an ally.
(birds chirping)
RUSSELL: I am not sure
it is a criminal matter, ma'am.
The printer has sold impressions of your etchings,
but that in itself is not illegal.
You asked him to make prints.
The only recourse is to sue for damages.
Damages?
To your reputation, ma'am.
Lord John, my dignity does not have a price.
Quite so, which is why legal action
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There must be something we can do.
I understand yourdistress...
Distress? Lord John, it is more than distress,
it is treason.
(scoffs): I am not sure that a judge would agree with you.
They are, after all,
family scenes.
What do you suggest?
Regrettably, there is nothing you can do
except perhaps to choose your printer with more care.
Are you suggesting this debacle is ourfault?
Oh, no, ma'am, it’s just that...
This audience is at an end, Prime Minister.
BERTIE: Mousey, mousey.
Do you want to go in?
Do you like your new house?
Bertie?
Why are you not in lessons?
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sometimes in life we have to do things we do not wish to do.
Then I hope Mama dies soon,
so I can be king, and I can do anything I want.
(flustered): That is a,
a terrible thing to say, Bertie!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
(crying, catching breath)
(gently): Come here.
(crying softly)
(kisses)
Off you go.
J‘J‘
Bertie is so like Drina at that age.
Makes me wonder if his temper is congenital.
Of course, I know nothing about these things,
but perhaps an expert might.
LEOPOLD: How can your people believe in this
when they can see you here looking like this?
Monarchy needs to be shrouded in mystery,
not paraded as a public spectacle.
A man‘s imperfections
are considered part of his character,
whereas a woman's flaws are evidence of her unsuitability.
Your image here,
Would it not be more regal
if you were wearing a crown?
Yes.
But on coins, the monarch is always bareheaded.
But you are the exception, Victoria,
in so many ways.
I can hearthem.
I don't know who ”they" are, ma'am,
but what I see,
and I'm sure I'm not the only one,
is a mother who loves her children.
And I am glad that woman is my queen.
(sniffles)
J‘J‘
MR. COOMBE: The skull IS the landscape of character.
ALBERT: Fascinating.
Really is such a good suggestion of yours,
Feodora.
Bertie, come on up here
so that, uh,
Mr. Coombe may examine you.
Bertie, behave yourself.
Otherwise I will send your mouse
to the taxidermist. The what?
(pen scratching)
J‘J‘
(bell chiming)
What are you wearing to the ball, Sophie?
I am sworn to secrecy, ma'am.
(laughing)
You can't have any secrets from me.
(chuckles quietly)
I am going as the ninth Duchess of Monmouth,
after the Gainsborough portrait.
it was, um, my husband's idea.
VICTORIA: The ninth duchess,
wasn't there some story
about her?
I suppose it's nice that the duke takes such an interest.
I suppose so, ma'am.
(exhales)
Well, at least I look like a queen
in this.
Oh, those terrible pictures.
Ooh.
If you feel you can't face the world, Drina,
I am sure Albert and I could manage.
Oh, I am sure you would like nothing more
than to announce to the world I'm unable to fulfill my duties.
I'm only trying to support you, Drina.
(chuckles humorlessly)
(exhales sadly)
(footsteps retreating, lacing corset)
Your Grace.
I overheard he wants you to go to the ball
dressed as the ninth duchess.
You see, she was a Cavendish,
so we knew all about her at Chatsworth.
Her marriage was miserable, and she took a lover.
When the duke found out, he divorced her
and took her children away.
And she took her own life.
(exhales with disgust)
I thought you should know, Sophie.
I think your husband intends to humiliate you.
(exasperated exhalations)
(footsteps approaching)
0h.
Oh, i didn't mean to disturb you, Your-Your Majesty.
When I first came to the throne...
they used to call me a little girl.
(breathing deeply)
I am going to cancel the ball.
I won't have them.,. laughing at me.
Victoria, I know this is...
a difficult time
at the moment, but try,
try to keep things in perspective.
It's easy for you to say, no one is laughing at you.
Well, on the contrary,
laughing at me, it is a...
a national pastime.
(chuckles softly)
No, no matter what I do,
Bertie will be my legacy.
I love him so very much, but can you imagine him as king?
He is your son.
He will not disappoint.
J‘J‘
London News?
Sir.
London News, mate?
J‘J‘
What are you all gossiping about?
J‘J‘
(Victoria and Albert playing "Sonata in A minor”)
Gott in Himrnel.
What is it?
Our private pictures!
The printer must have sold the etching plates.
They were private.
Was fur ein Schwein.
Oh, my poor sister, I hope...
I hope you will not upset yourself too much.
J‘J‘
What's wrong with a mother giving her baby a bath?
Even a woman with your political opinions, Miss Turner,
must understand that what this country needs
is a sovereign, not Mrs. Bun the baker’s wife.
J‘J‘
That's a magnificent tiara you're wearing.
Thank you.
Those sapphires must have been very expensive.
I had no idea Langenburg was so wealthy,
but perhaps you've come into money lately.
LEOPOLD: Guten abend.
Oh, Frederick the Great.
Awarrior and a philosopher.
What could be more appropriate?
What a happy Coburg trio, I...
I mean...
quartet, we make.
(chuckles softly)
J‘J‘
(talking indistinctly)
PENGE: Her Majesty the Queen.
(orchestra playing royal fanfare)
His Royal Highness
Prince Albert.
His Majesty
the King of the Belgians.
Her Serene Highness
the Princess Feodora.
(fanfare continues)
(fanfare ends)
(orchestra playing "Dance Minuet")
(tidgeting)
The prince's anterior lobe,
the seat of the intellect,
is sadly underdeveloped,
while the lobes of combativeness,
destructiveness and self-esteem,
are most prominent.
Where do you think this... weakness
might come from?
Your grandfather, ma'am.
Late King George,
I believe had the same feebleness of mind.
Bertie may be willful
and slow with his lessons,
but he is not mad.
Do you think there is any hope of improvement?
Oh, the cranium never lies, sir.
He cannot help his temper,
it's all part of his character.
Hmm!
Bertie, apologize to Mr. Coombe
for your carelessness. Uh—uh,
(sharply): Bertie, do as I say!
I won't, and you can't make me.
You don't want that horrible Mr. Cain to come back.
VICKY: 0h, Bertie come back.
Come back, Bertie.
So what are we supposed to do, hmm?
Put him in a straightjacket?
Victoria, why do you always have to exaggerate?
Bertie was fine, until Feodora arrived.
That is beneath you.
Feodora has done nothing but good
for this family. Has she? Has she indeed?
Perhaps you should ask her
if she knows anything about the etchings.
What is that supposed to mean?
Lord Alfred said she had a new horse. (scoffs)
I didn't buy it for her.
(laughing): You think she would betray you
for a horse?
Victoria, please,
exercrse a little reason.
Feodora is your sister, she's not your enemy.
No, Albert, I don't need a lobe of logic
to understand that Feodora can be a sister and an enemy.
Hmm.
J‘J‘
Oh, I am sorry to disappoint you, Duke.
I imagine you were looking forward
to watching me arrive at the palace dressed as a woman
whose life was destroyed by her husband.
Oh, i think you'll find
she was the author of her own misfortunes.
Really?
Well, I would rather go dressed as my grandmother,
who was a servant,
than a member of your family.
J‘J‘
(guests laughing, talking indistinctly)
Why has everyone got white hair?
VICKY: Because it's what they wore in the Georgian times.
What's a Georgian time?
It's when all the kings were called George.
So when I'm king, it will be a Bertian time.
Vicky, Bertie, come here.
Bertie, what have you got on your head?
We're trying to make his head the right shape,
so he can be a proper king, Mama.
Papa won‘t love me if! have a naughty bump.
J‘J‘
(guests laughing, talking indistinctly)
The whole point of phrenology is that it is not his fault,
it is just the way that he is made.
VICTORIA: Bertie doesn't understand that,
and, frankly, neither do I.
I think all of your precious phrenology
is just mumbo—jumbo!
Oh, these costumes are ridiculous.
FEODORA: 0h, of course.
Now that Mr. Coombe has made the connection
between your grandfather King George and Bertie,
I suppose wearing costumes from his reign
is rather... unfortunate.
There is no connection.
Mr. Coombe is a charlatan.
(”Dance Minuet” continues)
(”Dance Minuet” continues)
(”Dance Minuet” continues)
(music ends, applause)
(talking indistinctly)
(orchestra playing "Architecten Waltz")
PENGE: Joseph, what are you doing?
Just delivering a message to the...
Stop mooning about
like a lovesick plow boy and do your job.
At once, Mr. Penge. Now, boy!
Why don't you give him a taste
of his own medicine?
He would love a chance to dismiss me.
But when I go, it will be my doing.
I am not going to stay wearing this forever.
Well, I had a good teacher.
(door opens)
Ah,
Bertie get back to bed at once.
I can't get to sleep without my mouse,
and I can't find it
anywhere.
Oh, there you are Bertie. Oh, what a child.
I have been looking for him everywhere. Come on.
I want my mouse.
Then come with me.
I have it safe.
Feodora,
you are like the pied piper.
You cannot imagine, Uncle,
how fortunate we have been to have Feodora here as of late.
And now...
now they will call me a...
what will they call me?
A nursemaid.
No queen has ever had a baby whilst on the throne.
I've had seven.
Seven.
No.
No, they...
they are laughing at me.
(”Architecten Waltz" continuing faintly)
Do you like my costume, Joseph?
Very much, Your Grace.
Oh, I am nota duchess tonight.
Though, uh...
this bodice is rather constricting.
Perhaps I may be of assistance?
Yes, Joseph, I believe you can.
(”Architecten Waltz" continues)
(music ends)
(applause)
Your beauty spot is rather beguiling.
i will wait for you, Lady L.
Arranging an assignation?
Just pursuing my interests, Serene Highness.
You really should be more careful,
you know how the prince feels about such pursuits.
Well, the prince is a prude.
And my activities have nothing to do with politics.
And besides,
the queen and l rub along rather well.
Really?
(chuckling): I imagine that endears you even further to the prince.
Well, well,
Mr. and Mrs. Hudson do seems to be enjoying themselves.
Of course, they've been rather shunned
Since the scandal.
I do hope they were sufficiently grateful
for their invitation.
Oh, i have no complaints.
I think you should ask me to dance,
Lord Palmerston. A pleasure, madam.
(orchestra playing "Schoenbrunn Waltz")
Where exactly do you require my assistance,
Your Grace?
Just here,
Joseph.
Here... or here?
(guests laughing outside)
(both breathing heavily)
Oh, we, we shouldn't.
Do you want me to stop, Your Grace?
No.
(both panting)
(”Schoenbrunn Waltz'l continues)
How are you enjoying the ball, Duke?
As much as can be expected.
Have you seen my wife?
Or Lord Palmerston?
Not lately.
Perhaps they're having supper.
Hmm.
(”Schoenbrunn Waltz'l continues)
How well you look, Feodora.
I must confess I almost did not recognize you earlier.
That's hardly surprising,
we haven't seen each other for 20 years.
Since you made me leave England to get married.
You had no dowry to speak of, but your mother and |,
we did the best we could.
You did the best for Victoria, not for me.
Naturally, she was the heir to the throne.
And I was an... inconvenience.
It was so long ago.
Not for me.
(”Schoenbrunn Waltz'l continues)
(playing "Bacchus Polka'l by Strauss)
Where has that hobbledehoy Joseph disappeared to?
You see that couple?
It would be hard to miss them,
ma'am.
VICTORIA: Who are they?
Why do they keep looking at me like that?
George Hudson, ma'am.
The swindler?
(breathing heavily)
This is madness.
Not from where I stand.
(guests applauding)
I must go back.
(man laughing distantly)
(orchestra playing "Wilhelminen-Quadrille")
(door opens, Joseph sighs)
(door closes)
(”Wilhelminen-Quadrille'l continues)
(guests talking, laughing)
The Duke. (inhales sharply)
Before you go.
Where the blazes have you been?!
Answering a call of nature, sir.
(”Wilhelminen-Quadrille'l continues)
(”Wilhelminen-Quadrille" ends)
(applause)
(guests talking, laughing)
ALBERT: Victoria, do you not think
that Feodora has done such
a marvelous job of organizing the ball?
Oh, well, her ingenuity,
especially when it comes to the invitations,
is unparalleled.
What on earth do you mean?
These, these, these are your guests.
Well, they have been invited in my name, certainly.
But without my knowledge or consent.
Who, for example,
is that peculiar-looking gentleman over there?
The one actually taking off his coat?
Why is he here?
linVited him.
His name is Elkington,
and he is a celebrated inventor.
I would thank you for pointing him out,
I must talk with him.
Well, he may be your friend, Albert,
but what about that couple over there?
The swindler and his overdressed wife.
(orchestra playing "Hexen Tanze")
Perhaps you will tell me why the Hudsons are here.
The Hudsons?
(chuckles)
You can't expect me to remember
all the names on the list.
(laughing)
Then I will ask them myself.
No, I...
I believe that would be beneath your dignity, Drina.
The behavior of, of a washerwoman,
not a queen.
(grunts)
So this is your reward.
Oh, well, at least you didn't sell them cheap.
Feo, you have made me look ridiculous.
Oh, I think that it is all your own doing, Drina.
You hate me.
You hate me, don't you?
Nothing has been right, Feo.
Nothing has been right since you came here!
I know you would like nothing better
than to turn Albert against me.
I don't understand why.
I have always done my best for you.
(with contempt): Your best for me?
Do you know
the last time I remember being happy?
It was when we lived at Kensington,
and the old king asked me here to the palace.
I played Bach,
and he told me I had the prettiest profile
he had ever seen.
And he was going to ask Mama for my hand.
Oh, Feo.
(laughing)
You? Marry that fat old man!
He could barely stand up.
(voice breaking): But I would have been queen.
(crying)
That was not Mama's plan.
Or Leopold's, no.
They wanted you to be queen, not me.
So they sent me away,
marry the first man who would have me.
That wasn't my fault.
(sighs)
You don't know what it's like
to live under a roof that leaks,
or to lie next to a man
who has drunk himself into a stupor.
(shouting): You have everything, Drina,
and you don't even know how lucky you are!
J‘J‘
SELLER: Alittle piece of the palace in your very own home.
Look at that, do you like that one?
How much? Ashilling to you, sir.
Thank you very much indeed.
Hello, there, now then.
How many scenes of the royal household you can own?
How much is that one?
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Oh, thank you very much.
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ALBE RT: Sehr gut.
I will attempt...
Touche.
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I've got the queen. Give it back.
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(grunting) No, no, no, give that back to me, Bertie.
VICKY: Rotter.
ALBERT: That was a very foolish thing to do.
BERTIE. But you're always playing
with Vicky, and you never play with me.
That's because your head hasn't got a chess bump.
ALBERT: Ah, no, no, no.
Now, shall we play with your marbles, Bertie, hmm?
I don't want to play with my marbles.
I want to play chess!
VICKY (distantly): Bertie!
BERTIE (distantly): Leave me alone! (door closes)
You could play chess with him, Albert.
No, no, it is clear.
He shall never be able to learn the rules.
I am saying him from further disappointment.
So you are just going to give up on him?
No, no, no, I am being pragmatic.
You heard what Mr. Coombe had to say.
Do you think Mr. Coombe knows your son
better than you do?
VICTORIA: "Del Gratia, ”
"By the grace of God.’l
It's on every coin.
Every coin, Prime Minister, except this one.
I hear they're calling it the godless florin.
(exhales with frustration) : First the etchings,
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we will make sure that this error is corrected.
Corrected, it's too late. The damage has been done.
May I speak frankly, ma'am?
You don't usually ask my permission
before telling me something I don‘t want to hear.
I think these pictures have done you the power of good.
Oh, what on earth
do you mean?
This cost me a shilling.
Do you think the people are buying these
in order to laugh at them?
Every time you have a child, the nation rejoices, ma'am,
but they also wonder how much your burgeoning family
is going to cost them.
You did say I could speak frankly.
These etchings,
these trivia! domestic scenes,
they remind your subjects
that you are not some remote, Olympian being,
but rather a woman who bathes her children
and loves her dogs.
And that's...
desirable?
Do you want me to tell you the secret
to my popularity, ma'am?
i am a viscount, but when the people see me
at the races, or at a prize fight,
they just see a fellow who likes a flutter...
just as they do.
And you don't think that familiarity breeds contempt?
Is this familiar
to your subjects, ma‘am?
But a baby and a dog,
that they understand.
You may be right.
But the coin, the coin is unforgivable.
Who is responsible?
(clearing throat)
(angrily): I'm asking you, Prime Minister, who is responsible?
If you remember, ma'am,
the prince took responsibility
for the design of the florin.
It would be most unfortunate
were his involvement to become known,
especially now he is suing the printer of the etchings.
PALMERSTON: Perhaps we should
leave Her Majesty
to prepare for the christening.
Will that be all, ma‘am?
J‘J‘
J‘J‘
When were you going to tell me you were suing for damages?
I understood that you were not able to take action,
so I spoke with the lawyers,
who made it clearthere was nothing preventing me
from doing so.
And you didn't think to ask me first?
ALBERT: I assumed we wanted the same thing, Victoria.
Actually, I have changed my mind.
Lord Pam says the pictures are very popular.
When did you start wanting the monarchy
to be nothing more than entertainment?
The issue is not whether you are liked, Victoria,
it is whether you are respected.
Look at that.
Where is the inscription that says
I am queen through the grace of God?
You could not fit it on, because of the crown.
You wanted the crown.
Because I wanted to look like a queen,
but how can I do that when my own husband doesn't think
the fact that I have been anointed by God...
Do you not see that you are contradicting yourself?
but you are furious because a Latin tag,
that most of your people cannot even understand,
has been omitted from a coin.
You have no logic!
(loud shattering)
Oh, urn...
Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,
the archbishop is on his way
to the throne room.
For the christening.
J‘J‘
(gaSpS)
How splendid you took, my dear.
You are coming to the christening?
Of course.
I know that I will find it fascinating.
(organist playing "All Things Bright and Beautiful”)
(Arthur fussing)
Arthur William Patrick Albert.
I baptize thee in the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
We receive this child
into the congregation
of Christ's flock.
The Lord bless you and keep you
the Lord make His face to shine upon you
and be gracious to you.
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you
and give you peace. Amen.
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("All Things Bright and Beautiful" continues)
(orchestra playing "String Quarter" by Schubert)
PALMERSTON: Children.
(gaSpS)
Did you really send her away
so she wouldn't marry Uncle George?
My late father-in-Iaw liked nothing better
than to torment his brothers
with the notion that he could still produce an heir.
I'm afraid Feodora was
just a pawn in that game.
You know, she blames me.
She wants to have her revenge.
Revenge?
Oh, you exaggerate, Victoria.
What could a penniless German princess possibly do
to hurt the Queen of England?
(Feodora and Albert laughing)
(Feodora and Albert talking indistinctly)
FEODORA: I never thought of that.
You know my sister
was selling invitations to the ball?
(awkwardly): Well, I asked her to invite a variety of guests.
If they sent her gifts,
that can only be expected.
People send you things all the time.
Mmm.
Why do you begrudge her the crumbs from your table?
I think it's time you went home.
Well, i think your husband would be sorry to see me go.
He so enjoys having someone rational to talk to.
She hates me, Albert. Is it because
she treats you as a sister and not as a goddess?
(angrily): Oh... I...
Victoria, Ithink
your intellect is overtaxed.
(breathing heavily)
You're saying I'm mad?
Is that it, Albert? Is that what you're saying?
No. No. No. l'm saying, like Bertie,
I think your character's been overdeveloped
in the area of self-esteem.
(groans)
That's enough.
No, l have expected you to be something
that clearly you cannot be,
Victoria, a rational woman.
But now I, i realize my mistake.
How can you be so cold?
It is the only way that I can deal with your temper.
I have no desire to descend to your level.
My level!
(exhales)
(exhales, sniflles)
When did you stop loving me, Albert?
I do love you, of course I do,
just as I love the children.
My duty to protect and care for you all.
That's not what I meant.
I know.
(quietly): But it is all i have left.
J‘J‘
J‘J‘
(Bertie crying)
My mouse has run away, and he's never coming back.
Oh, darling, come here.
(catching breath)
Come here.
We will get you another mouse.
But it won't be the same.
No, it won't be the same.
Papa doesn't love me anymore,
'cause I'm stupid.
(quietly): You can't stop toying someone, Bertie.
It is not possible.
J‘J‘
J‘ Hallelujah J‘
JGlorianaJ‘
J‘ Hallelujah J‘
IGloriana, hallelujahJ
J‘ Hallelujah. J‘
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