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That the union between
King Henry of England

and Catherine of Aragon
is declared null and void.

I want to present you
as my future wife,

and the future Queen of England.

We are gathered here together
to join in holy matrimony

this man and this woman.

Now, My love, let me conceive
and we will have a son.

Here's to the Boleyn's.

England's new Queen.

What of this girl?
This putan, the Kings whore.

- Anne Boleyn.
- Why doesn't someone just get rid of her.

I will never agree to be judged
by the Pope in this matter.

He can do what he likes in Rome -
I'll do what I like here.

Here is the submission
of the clergy.

To your Majesty's will.

I am made head of
the Church of England

At last you have your right,

and can do as you will.

Mr. Cromwell -

I'm appointing you Vice
Regent in spiritual matters.

I've never been interested in
reforming the Catholic Church.

My only interest -

is in destroying them.

We have had a great success

in the swearing of
allegiance to your Majesty

as head of the Church.

But we cannot persuade

Thomas Moore to swear to you

There can be no compromise

I beg you earnestly
to pray for the King.

Tell him, I died his good servant.

But God's first.

Ahhhhh!

And what of my daughter?

What of Mary? May I see her?

You are forbidden to communicate

in any way with your mother

from this day forward.

I would reconcile you
with your father

If you will only

accept me as Queen.

I recognise no Queen,
but my mother.

Your Majesty has given
birth to a baby girl.

Princess of England...
Elizabeth!

I'm so sorry.

By God's grace,

boys will follow.

From now on we must all be careful,

not to lose the King's love.

Or, everything is lost,
for all of us.

The hour of my death
draws fast on -

I commend unto you
our daughter Mary.

I beseech you
to be a good father.

As long as Mary is alive,

she could be Queen.

Elizabeth, your daughter,

will be made heir to the throne.

You're a happily
married man Charles.

I envy you.

I'm going have
to attend on the King

and that bitch of his
at her coronation.

You cannot plead
some indisposition?

His majesty would remove my head

and then I should be
genuinely indisposed.

Your sister is a very
beautiful young woman.

Not as beautiful as her brother.

You've just come
from another's bed.

Do not deny it.

Very well. I shan't.

Your Majesty,
may I present my daughter,

Lady Jane Seymour.

Jane.

Imagine what it would mean for us

if you did grow to love her.

I wish there was
a way I could remove

mistress Seymour from
among my ladies.

When you have given the
King his great desire,

then you will have all
the power to deal with her

as you like.

I am carrying the King's son.

I so much want a new beginning,

a Renaissance.

Will you let me kiss you Jane?

Oh my God! What is this?

Just when my baby
is doing his business

I find you wenching
with mistress Seymour!

Oh! No! No! No! No!

You've lost my boy!

You have no one to blame
but yourself for this.

I have it on very good authority that
she and Thomas Wide were once lovers.

It's true that some man
came into the Queens Chamber.

It's all right.

I love you.

Well, I saw her hugging
and kissing her brother.

You are both arrested for having
carnal knowledge of the Queen.

What?!

This the warrant for your arrest.

You are charged with
committing adultery.

I want a date.

I want it over with! Finished!

Tell me about it.
Did you watch your son die?

How about your daughter?

Was it all worth it?

I promise you that I'm going
to make such a reformation

in this Kingdom

that I shall be
remembered eternally.

I have no doubt whatsoever

that Your Majesty's reign

will always be remembered.

I believe with all my heart

that I will take another wife.

May I kiss you Jane?

Aren't you the King of England?

- Jane.
- Your Majesty.

We are come here together,
before God and these witnesses

to join in holy matrimony
Henry VIII

king of England and France,
Defender of the Faith,

supreme head
of the Church of England,

and the Lady Jane Seymour.

And if there be any among you
who may imagine some impediment

as to why
they should not be married,

let them now speak out
or forever hold their tongue.

Thank you for my gift.
It's so very beautiful.

I soon trust
to thank you for mine.

Shall we join the dance?

Music.

- Thank you.
- I'm glad you liked it.

- I feel guilty.
- Why?

Because sometimes I forget
to tell you how beautiful you are.

I think she will
make him happy.

With God's help,
we'll all be happy now.

I don't recognise you, my lady.

Are you new at court?

Yes, sir.
I am to be a maid to Her Majesty.

- What's your name?
- Lady Ursula Misseldon.

Do you know who I am?

You're Sir Francis Bryan.
I've heard about you.

What have you heard?

You like to board
other men's boats.

I trust I shall be seeing
a lot more of you, Lady Misseldon.

Since both the king's daughters

have been declared illegitimate
and unfit to rule,

we must trust the queen
conceives a child quickly.

I still fear, with Anne's death,
we have lost a great friend

and a powerful supporter.

If the new queen favours
the Catholic religion,

as she's rumoured to do,

then our whole reformation
is surely in jeopardy.

I'm surprised you've such
little faith in the king.

We must press ahead with
the dissolution of those brothels

and slaughterhouses
of the conscience.

What?

The monasteries.

Almighty and everlasting God

give unto us the increase
of faith, hope and charity.

And that we may obtain
that which thou dost promise

make us to love that
which thou dost command

through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Madam, if I may, I have
a wedding gift for Your Majesty.

It once belonged
to Queen Catherine.

Thank you.

His Majesty, the king.

Wife.

Husband.

I don't think we need
to proceed in public.

Not this time.

- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.

Make way.

Whoa!

Make way for the
king's commissioners.

Be sure everything's accounted for.

Yes, Dr. Frankish.

Dr. Frankish,
here's a wealthy Madonna.

Here's a fine one.

A coat of silk, sewn with jewels.

Worth a bob or two.

Well, lady, are you stripped now?

Get out! Get out of there!

Mr. Aske.

Look what they've done, John.

Just look.

It's all Cromwell's doing.

Cromwell and that
sect of heretics in London.

They're bastards.

Well, I'll tell you this, Mr. Aske, people,
they're no longer willing to stand by

and watch their faith, and everything
that they care for being stripped away.

I heard just yesterday
that two of Cromwell's commissioners

were attacked in Lincolnshire.

And here in Yorkshire,

a man of the commons stood up
in his own church and said:

"Go we to follow the crosses,

"for when they're taken from us,
we can follow them no more."

What am I supposed to do, John?

The commons, here,
in Lincolnshire, everywhere,

they are prepared to fight
to save what they love.

But they need captains.

They need clever,
educated men to lead them.

- I'm no leader, John.
- Look, don't decide now.

We'll call a meeting, then decide.

For the love of God.

Take a look at that.

Our commissioners found it
at Sawley Abbey.

How's it done?

See for yourself.

People thought
the saint's bones were alive

and could work benedictions.

If they paid what little money
they had to the Church

- and to Rome.
- How do our reforms progress?

As you know, my lord,
Parliament has now voted

for the suppression
of all the small monastic houses.

And our commissioners
are up and about their business

in nearly every
county in England.

Much opposition?

Not as much as we
might have expected.

Why should we have expected it?

People can see for themselves
that all these houses

should be condemned
for their manifest sin

and carnal and abominable living.

I was told...
And it's one anecdote among many.

...when our commissioners entered
the London House of the Crossed Friars,

they found the prior himself in
bed with his whore, both stark naked.

He offered them bribes
to go away.

It's true that ordinary people

are so greedy upon these houses
when they're suppressed

that they scavenge in them
night and day until nothing is left.

They even take the books to use for
paper in their houses of easement.

What about the gains
to the king's treasury?

Well, so far, by my reckoning, we have
already doubled the king's income

and taken possession of monastic
lands worth many millions of pounds.

Millions?

Yes, Mr. Secretary.

Sir Edward Seymour.

Sir Edward, as the brother
of His Majesty's beloved wife, Jane,

it is His Majesty's pleasure
today to create you

Viscount Beauchamp
of Hache in Somerset.

Also to appoint you Governor of Jersey
and Chancellor of North Wales.

Your Majesty, I am deeply honoured.

And I assure Your Majesty

that I will labour unremittingly
in Your Majesty's interests

in the hope of repaying
the great trust you have shown in me.

My lord,

here are your letters patent.

I congratulate you
on your elevation.

Mr. Secretary.

Thomas.

What other business is there?

Your Majesty has received
a letter from the emperor

congratulating you
on your marriage.

Since he sees no further impediment,
he is very anxious

to come to a new accommodation.

Good. What else?

The Lady Mary has also
written to Your Majesty.

What does she want?

She writes that it is time now
to forget the unhappy past.

She begs to be taken back
into Your Majesty's forgiveness

and humbly beseeches you
to remember:

"That I am but a woman
and your child."

I will never take her back.

Not until she first submits
herself to me

on the subject of her mother's
marriage and the supremacy.

You will send a delegation.

If she truly wants to forget
the unhappy past,

then she can start
by disowning it.

- Your Majesty.
- Groom.

Ah, Sir Francis.
I have some good news for you.

His Majesty has agreed
to your appointment

as a gentleman
of the privy chamber.

I'm sure I know
who to thank for that.

I may have a small job
for you soon.

Mm.

- Excellency.
- Your Majesty.

Come with me.

There's someone
I wish to present you to.

Queen Jane.

Allow me to introduce
His Excellency Eustace Chapuys,

ambassador to the
Emperor Charles V of Spain.

Excellency.

I'll leave you to talk
in private.

Your Majesty, may I congratulate
you on your marriage

and wish you good health
and prosperity.

Although the device
of the lady

who preceded you on the throne was
"the most happy,"

I have no doubt that it is you yourself
who will realise that motto.

Thank you, Excellency.

I know that the emperor
will rejoice

to have such a virtuous
and amiable queen on the throne.

And I must tell you it would be
impossible for me to overstate

the joy and happiness which each
Englishman that I have met

has expressed to me
on hearing of your marriage.

Especially, as it is said,
that you are a peacemaker,

continuously trying
to persuade His Majesty

to restore his daughter,
Mary, to favour.

I promise you, Excellency,

that I will continue
to show favour to the Lady Mary

and do my best to deserve
the title of peacemaker

you so gallantly
have given me.

If you do so,
I think you will find, madam,

that without the pain
of labour and childbirth,

you will gain
a treasured daughter,

who may please you even more
than your own children by the king.

I can only say again,
Excellency, that I will do my best

to restore the peace between
the king and his eldest daughter.

- Ambassador.
- Madam.

Madam.

You are the first ambassador
she has received.

She's not yet used
to such audiences.

But it is true
what they say.

She is kind and amiable.

And much inclined towards peace.
I swear.

For example,

she would strive to prevent me
taking part in a foreign war,

if only to avoid the fear
and pain of separation.

A foreign war, Your Majesty?

Against whom?

I was talking hypothetically.

Surely, you do that yourself,
Excellency.

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

Friends, friends.

We've come here so you can listen
to and talk to this good man,

- Mr. Robert Aske.
- Aye.

Now, some of you already know him as
the Duke of Northumberland's legal man.

Hey, hey.
Now, he's always been honest and fair-minded

in his dealings with the commons,
so Mr. Aske can speak for himself.

Good evening.

- Evening, gentlemen.
- Evening.

Now, tell me
what is it you all want.

Mr. Aske,

all our feast days
are abolished and gone.

Aye.

Should it please the king's grace that
we might have our holidays back?

We want the abbeys restored

and demand that this advance
of heresy be halted.

We want these new heretic bishops
like Cranmer to be cast out.

Aye.

And him and Cromwell to be
supplanted by men of noble birth.

Aye.

We hear rumours, Mr. Aske,

that new taxes
are to be levied against us.

On our cattle and our christenings,
on our marriages and our births.

Mr. Aske, they even will destroy
our parish churches

and steal all their treasures.

All right, gentlemen, all right.

And what do you reckon
you can do to stop them?

Mr. Aske.

Before our lands,
our goods and our houses

are taken from us
by the church commissioners,

- we will fight.
- Aye!

- And we will die.
- Aye!

That is our full answer, Mr. Aske.

I know you're angry.

The destruction of the abbeys
is a terrible... A criminal thing.

Since they represent,
by their very presence

an exalted ideal to all of us.

But, gentlemen, this call to arms,
to rebellion against the king's grace

is something which on my conscience
I cannot agree to.

Nonsense.

Since the king
is our body and soul,

then an attack upon him
is an attack upon the commonwealth

and upon God himself.

Did you hear that, men?
The gentry don't care for us.

Christ died for the poor.
You remember that, Mr. Aske?

Lady Ursula Misseldon, Your Majesty.

Lady Misseldon.

Your Majesty.

Do your duties honourably
and virtuously.

And remember, we are all bound
to serve and obey.

Lady Rochford?

Your Majesty.

Please.

I asked to see you.

I know things that
have not gone well for you

since your husband
was executed.

I have been
utterly abandoned.

I feel I was condemned
because of what George did.

Even Mr. Cromwell
has refused to answer my letters.

Nothing was your fault.

George Boleyn
was his own keeper.

I want you to come back
to court.

And l'd like to appoint you
my principal lady-in-waiting.

I hope you'll accept
this position.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

There, there, Lady Rochford.

All is well again.

All is mended.

Sir Francis Bryan, my lady.

- Lady Mary.
- My lord.

I am very glad
you have come to see me.

I have written a letter congratulating
the king on his marriage

and begging leave
to wait upon Queen Jane.

Or do Her Grace such service
as would please her to command me.

I'm afraid, Lady Mary,

I have not come here
to discuss pleasantries.

His Majesty urges you
to sign this.

What is it?

A list of articles recognising
the king as head of the church

and your mother's marriage
as incestuous and unlawful.

You must also renounce Rome

and freely acknowledge
your illegitimacy.

If you'll not sign,

I'm afraid Mr. Secretary Cromwell
cannot guarantee your safety.

However much I love my father,
Your Grace,

and would do anything
to please and satisfy him,

I still cannot risk my immortal soul
for the favour of an earthly king.

You are an unfilial daughter.

Since you will not submit
to your father,

he may yet proceed
against you for treason.

No. No, he would not.

I cannot believe it.

Listen to me.

I tell you,
if you were my daughter,

I would smash your head
against the wall

until it was as soft
as a boiled apple.

You understand?

Lady Mary.

I have been discussing plans for
your coronation with Mr. Holbein.

Have you ever heard
of the Bucentaur of Venice?

No, Your Majesty.

It's a ship in which the doge travels
out into the lagoon every year

to renew his marriage vows
with the sea.

It's a magnificent thing,

adorned with gold
and bronze statues

of Neptune, sea lions and
other fantastical sea-creatures.

And I'm going to build it.

And you're going to travel in it
from Greenwich to the city,

where you will be crowned
Queen Jane of England.

Your Majesty,
I don't know what to say.

You don't have to
say anything.

lt will be the most fabulous coronation
any English queen has ever had.

That I promise you.

Your Majesty, forgive me.

But I've heard that Your Majesty may
still proceed against the Lady Mary.

With all my heart,
I beg thee not to.

Are you out of your senses?

Don't talk of
such matters again.

Jane.

I have another wedding gift
for you.

I hope you like him.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Oh, I love him. He's so pretty.

- Lady Misseldon.
- Sir Francis.

I hope I didn't alarm you.
No, sir.

You left me a note that
you wanted to see me?

Yes, I did.

About what?

I was wondering if you would like
to become my mistress.

Sir, I am already engaged
to be married.

To whom?

Sir Robert Tavistock.

Can he afford to buy you gifts
like this?

I didn't think so.

But if it's more important to you to keep
your virtue, then keep it for what it's worth.

And I swear I will not bother you or
your conscience ever again.

I haven't decided yet.

How can I renounce Rome

or my mother's marriage,
after all of my mother's sufferings?

I understand.

But may I suggest that
you could sign the document

and then make what is called
a protestation apart?

That is, secretly forswear
your submission before witnesses.

Is that not hypocrisy?

Surely, the emperor is against
my signing such a document.

And the Holy Father.

Her Lady Mary,

I must tell you in all honesty

that the emperor
is no longer inclined

to interfere any further
in this matter.

After all,
you are not his subject.

And since he is seeking
a new alliance with the king,

he would, in truth, be most reluctant
to offend him in any way.

Then...

I'm on my own?

What if I do not sign it?

It is very possible that
the king will put you to death.

Very well.

- Do you not want to read it first?
- No.

Only I ask if you can procure papal
absolution for what I have done.

So long as I live,
I will never forgive myself.

- Father Pole?
- Yes, Your Eminence.

I am Cardinal Von Waldburg.

How long have you been
at the seminary

here in Rome, Father Pole?
Almost a year, Eminence.

I left England
when it became clear

that the king meant to break
his obedience

to the See of Rome
and the Holy Father.

The death of the whore,
Anne Boleyn, is perhaps providential.

And His Holiness prays
that King Henry will grasp

this divine opportunity
for reconciliation.

Just one gesture of obeisance
to the See of Rome, however small,

will allow him to lift the threat
of excommunication.

Eminence, believe me,

that is something that the
faithful of England are praying for.

My mother, Lady Salisbury,
has written to me

expressing her hope
that the new queen

is, in her heart,
a true Catholic.

Perhaps your mother
could do more than hope.

And perhaps you yourself,
Father Pole,

might consider returning to England
in order to influence events there.

You see, Father Pole,
I know who you really are.

Here is the real Danaë

She would kindle your lust
Even higher

One touch

One mere touch of her body

And your limbs
Would melt in the fire

The necklace suits you.

I knew it would.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti. Amen

Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum

Your Majesty has received
a letter from Lady Bryan,

governess to
the Lady Elizabeth.

Apparently, the child
has outgrown her clothes

and Lady Bryan asks if
Your Majesty will permit her

to purchase some new ones.

Why should I?
I don't believe she's even my child.

The whole world knows that her father
was the traitor Henry Norris

and that her mother was a whore.
What else?

There is this.

The submission of the Lady Mary.

You will make arrangements for
myself and the queen to meet with her.

Not here, and not publicly.

We will go to her residence.

There are rumours of plague
in the city.

The coronation
will have to be postponed.

Majesty.

Thomas.

Mr. Rich showed me the figures.

I'm very pleased with you, Tom,
and will shortly prove it.

Lady Rochford?

Yes, Your Majesty?

Take this to Lady Bryan.

Tell her use it to buy clothes
for the Lady Elizabeth.

Yes, Madam.

And we must think of a gift
for the Lady Mary.

I'm looking so forward
to meeting her.

Your Majesty is very kind.

Lady Rochford, it was not your fault
that your husband betrayed you.

Nor is it Mary's fault
or Elizabeth's fault

to be born of a king.

Women are much put upon
in this world.

lt is my desire as much as I can
to promote their interests.

I must do it quietly,
but I will do it all the same.

And I trust you will help me.

Yes, Your Majesty.

- What's your name, lad?
- Charlie, sir.

Charlie Raw.

- Trade?
- Shepherd.

Mr. Secretary Cromwell.

Kneel.

Do you know what
we're about, Charlie?

Yes, Captain Aske.

We're not rebels.

We're pilgrims, and we have
a pilgrimage to go on.

If you want to join us,

then you shall swear
to be true to almighty God,

to Christ's Catholic Church,
to our sovereign lord, the king

and to the commons
of this realm, so help you God.

I do swear.

Wear this badge.

It shows the
Five Wounds of Christ

to prove that the commons
will fight in Christ's cause.

Yes, captain.

- God bless you, Charlie.
- Sir.

That's you, lads. Where you from?

Arise, Sir Thomas Cromwell,

also Baron Cromwell
of Wimbledon,

and from this day forth

Lord Privy Seal.

Majesty.

Your Grace.

Your arm, son.

God be with you, lad.

Your Majesty is too kind.

Mary, gifts like these
are easy compared

with the gifts of the heart.
It gives me more pleasure than I can say

to see you reconciled
with your father.

- Mary.
- Your Majesty.

Here's a note for
a thousand crowns.

If you need anything else,
you need only ask.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Father.

Yes, Father.

Mary was so sweet
and affectionate.

She was everything
I hoped she would be.

It seems to me no wonder she's
so marvellously beloved

for her virtue and goodness
in the hearts of the people.

Your Majesty must invite her to court.
Show her off.

Your Majesty.

Why will you not speak to me?

Because I am disappointed.

Why?

I'm disappointed, because
you are not yet with child.

My lord. My lord.

My lord, we have come here
in great haste

to tell you a great part of the North,
as well as parts of Lincolnshire

have risen in sudden rebellion
against His Majesty.

There are musters of
the commons everywhere

and beacons of rebellion
burning all night across the hills.

Just four days ago,

while we were
collecting taxes in Hexham,

we were set upon
by an angry mob.

They captured one of the commissioners,
called Nicholas Bellow

pulled him down from his horse
and beat him to death with their staves.

Among the mob, my lords,
we saw armed priests,

urging on these rebellious knaves
with cries of "Kill them, kill them."

Then we heard that another
man, William Leach,

who was known to be in your
service, Mr. Cromwell,

had been hanged from a tree.

And what do these rebels say
that they want?

So far as I can tell,
they want to keep their holy days.

They want the monasteries restored
and their churches unmolested

and no more taxes.

I heard it declared that if
they prospered with their journey,

they intended to kill you,
my Lord Cromwell,

four or five bishops,
and Chancellor Rich

as devisers of taking church goods
and tearing down churches.

Why do the local gentry not intervene
and suppress these traitorous assemblies?

Surely, they want to protect
their lands and holdings.

They try, but the rebels
come back even greater.

Some say, my Lord Cromwell,

that not hundreds, but thousands
are risen in rebellion,

against the king's church reforms.

Why didn't you know?

You are supposed to know
everything that goes on here.

You told me
there was little opposition.

On the contrary.
You told me

that most people were glad
to see such places dissolved.

You were wrong.

You didn't know anything.

Knave.

Sit down. Write this.

We take it as
a great unkindness

that our common
and inferior subjects

should rise against us
without any grounds.

As for the taking of the goods of the
parish church, it was never intended.

Yet, even if it had been intended,
true subjects would not have dealt

with me, their prince,
in such violence

but would have petitioned me
for their purpose.

Now, I command you rebels
to go home and sin no more.

And remember your allegiance.

You are duty-bound to obey me,
your king,

both by God's commandments
and by the law of nature.

All commons, stick together.

Now is the time to arise,
or else, never.

So forward.

Forward to York.

Forward in pain of death.

Forward in God's name.

Forward.

I'm writing to the gentry of Yorkshire,

reminding them of their duty
to suppress these traitors

and the penalties of not doing so.

Is there any case
for suspending the work

of the church commissioners
until the rebels--?

No.

The only way
to beat the king's authority

into the heads
of the rude people of the North

is to show them that the king intends
to continue with the reformation

and correction in religion,
whatever they say.

And whatever they do.

- Ahem.
- Yes?

My lord,
the rebels have taken Lincoln.

Their rebel flags
fly over the city gate.

And more of them
are now marching on York.

May God help us.

When I was 5,

my mother and I were taken
across London into the tower.

There was a rebellion
against my father.

The Cornish rebels were
actually at the city walls.

And inside everything
was panic, fear.

We had no news of
the royal army or my father.

My mother tried to remain calm.

But she was terrified.

So was I.

I was sure we were both
going to be killed.

I'm appointing you
commander of the royal forces.

You will ride north
as soon as possible.

You will find guns and ordinance at
Hungerford, but don't tarry there.

No, Your Majesty.

I will do all Your Majesty
commands and more.

These rebels
are traitors, Charles,

full of wretched
and devilish intents.

They must be punished

for their detestable and unnatural
sin of rebellion against their sovereign.

Just as my father
punished the Cornishmen.

Charles, what's going on?

- Leave us.
- Yes, Your Grace.

His Majesty has charged me

with leading his army
against the Northern rebels.

You are not to worry.

I will have at my back enough men
and arms to subdue them, easily.

I have His Majesty's promise.

I hope to God he keeps it.

I am happy to accept
this charge.

Cromwell is being blamed
for everything.

And the rebels
are demanding his head.

With God's help,
I may well be able to deliver it.

The Lord Privy Seal.

I've dispatched Suffolk
with a royal army.

If needs be, I shall send
a second army to destroy the rebels.

Yes, Majesty.

Unless they disperse and
send 100 of their ringleaders

to the Duke of Suffolk
with halters around their necks,

then he has our permission
to burn and destroy all their goods

and make a fearful example
of them to all our subjects.

Yes, Majesty.

If still they do not submit,
Mr. Cromwell,

then I promise
the utter destruction of them,

their wives and their children.

Do you understand me?

I will destroy them all.

And then I'll destroy you,
Cromwell.