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'Tis but a pothole, Ned. Whip them on.

Come on, now. Get out of there! Get up.

Whoa, Ned. Whoa!

My lord, we're caught fast.

There is an inn not far distant.

Aye, I see it. if your lordship will be patient, I'll go there.

- I shall come as well. - Yes, my lord.

Welcome, milord. At your service, milord.

My coach is bogged down. Send out eight or 10 strong men to free it.

Yes, milord. Masterbury, didn't you hear?

May, I have but now gone deaf.

Look you. I am in haste to get to London.

Look you. We're all in haste to get to London...

were our horses fresh and the rain stopped.

I beg you, Master Waltham. Milord is clearly a-

I care not who my lord is, fatchops. I would not venture out in the wet...

to free the coach of the queen herself, and nor would any of my friends.

- I'm on the queen's business. - The last time I went out on the queen's business...

was to the Irish Wars, I went, and here's all I got for that.

To free your coach might cost me the other one!

Derry, do you know that man?

- No, not from Adam. - I do... very well.

I'll take these fellows, my lord...

and free your coach for you.

When I tell them, �Sit,� they move not.

I shall tell them, �Rise,� and they will move.

- Your tongue wags like a dog's tail. - It's not my tongue speaking.

Then we speak the same language.

Now, my friend, I, too, am late come from the Irish Wars and I'm as poor as you.

But I've spent nights in the Irish bogs that make this seem like July's sunshine.

So, shall we free my lord's coach?

Friend, you've-you've beat me fair.

We'll either free his coach...

or carry it back to London a high our backs.

- Come on, lads! - Derry! Derry!

- Huh? - Come do some work.

- It's wet outside. - Bring my doublet.

I'll catch me death of cold.

You English are a heartless race.

Milord, will you not stay till they free your coach?

Nay, I have learned to thrive on foul weather.

Heave!

Come on, again! Heave!

- My lord? - Well done.

- Here. Go and drink yourselves dry again. - Aye, that we will, my lord.

- As for you, sir, another metal. - Gold? Nay, my lord.

- And why not, pray? - To serve my queen is reward enough.

- So, so, you fought in Ireland? - Aye, my lord, as a captain of horse.

- From whence come you? - From Devonshire, sir. A village called Hayes Barton.

Hayes Barton. In other days I had a friend there. Raleigh was his name.

- He was my father, sir. - So say you.

Then I remember you well as a boy.

- Do you not know who I am? - Uh, no, my lord.

In those days I was Robert Dudley. Now I am the earl of Leicester...

the lord chancellor of England and many other things.

- Of your father, does he well? - He's been dead these seven years, sir.

Sad.

Young Raleigh, you have done me a service. I would do you one.

Wait on me at Whitehall Palace in the morning, three days hence.

Look, your lordship. My poor friend here isn't feeling very well today.

- Drunk, my lord. - Oh.

- Ha! Come on, now! - Hyah! Get up!

Have you no ears in your head? He offered you gold!

One small purse of gold?

My hopes soar higher than that.

Now if you should choose to remain in the army...

I'm sure something better for you can be found than service as a captain.

Nay, my lord. I trust I've done with wars.

- Something, then, in the civil government? - I've no wish to haunt palaces.

- What may I do for you then? - Present me to Her Majesty, the queen.

- To the queen? - I've long had a dream, my lord-

to sail to the New World in ships of my own design.

I feel the queen would share that dream.

At the inn the other night- You knew who I was, did you not?

- Aye, my lord. - I thought as much. You're clever, Walter.

No, sir. But sometimes a man must catch the nearest way.

And now, in all honesty, I ask that I may be allowed to tell her of my plan for these ships.

Perchance it will find favor with her.

She's a woman of both whims and wisdom.

But the whims are of the moment. The wisdom will endure when you and I are dead.

Are those the only clothes you have? If you want, I should be glad-

No, sir. I'll accept only what I've asked.

Ah, like all Devon men, you're stubborn.

Proud, sir.

God help your pride, if you should find favor with the queen.

- No. - No?

- No. - Well, here is a cloak of Flemish velvet...

satin lined, exquisitely embroidered.

Value, only eight sovereigns, sir.

Look you, master tailor. These are cloaks for ordinary men.

I have a cloak fit for an emperor.

Tailored as you have never seen cloak tailored before. A very god amongst cloaks.

- Such cutting, such workmanship, such imagination of design, such- - Yes!

- Not that one, sir. This one. - Ah. This one, master tailor.

No, no, no. That is tailored for a most im-

Gently, sir! Gently! This is tailored for a most important man.

- He comes to get it tomorrow. It is not for sale. - Ah, it becomes me.

I fear to touch it myself lest I harm the thread.

Please, I beg of you, sir. The French ambassador will never forgive me.

- The French ambassador? - Yes.

- It's for him you're making this? - Indeed it is, sir.

Does it not matter to you that when you deliver this cloak to him...

you will be betraying your whole craft, every tailor in London?

- Betray? - Do you think that the French ambassador will wear it as it stands?

Why, that man has sworn to discredit the entire tailoring trade of London.

- The French ambassador? - Ambassadors. What are they? Paid spies.

Do you know what he'll do? He'll set the tailor he keeps with him in secret to work.

One shoulder will drop. The- The hemline will drag.

The, um- There'll be a strange tarnishing of the gold.

�Here,� he'll say. �Here is English tailoring for you.�

- The French ambassador? - The French ambassador.

The villain. The frog-eating villain. Thank goodness you told me, sir.

- How much? - The price is 20 sovereigns.

Uh-huh. Well, I- I hadn't thought of buying it. I- I just wanted to hire it.

- H-Hire it? - just for one clay. I'll pay you the price of a lesser cloak.

Oh, but you couldn't hire it, sir, not for blood nor money. Something might happen to it.

Is this gratitude to the man who saved you from the wroth of every tailor in London?

Yes- Yes, but-

Oh.

And her name, Monsieur Ambassador?

Does a gentleman reveal a lady's name? But if you promise not to tell...

her name wa-

- What do you see? - [e ne suis pas certain.

- This fellow that came in with Leicester- Who is he? - A stranger to me.

- He wears a fine cloak, cut in the French fashion. - Too fine for the rest of him.

I'll soon find out.

I Woman Chuckling]

I amuse you, sir?

Just the fineness of your cloak. May I ask how you came by it?

I took it from the corpse of a fellow I stabbed. He made the mistake of pawing me.

My apologies. You washed it well.

No, on the contrary. The fellow was bloodless... like yourself.

- Would you question me further, sir? - No further.

Don't be bold, Beth.

Faith, were a woman not bold, she would lack for much pleasure.

- Master stranger? - Mistress curiosity?

- What brings you to court, sir? - An audience with the queen.

Ah, then you must be more careful.

The man you insulted has the ear of Sir Christopher Hatton...

and Sir Christopher has the ear of the queen.

- Is this the general rule of court etiquette? - One of many, sir.

- Name me more. - Oh, 'it would take too long.

- Your voice is very pleasing to hear. - Oh,well.

Number one, keep a blank face like those you see about you.

- Your face is not blank. - Two- Shh. Do not interrupt, sir.

Two, be careful to whom you speak and where. The very walls are listening.

Three, do not be seen talking to such as I in the queen's presence.

She would take it amiss. Four- Oh!

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Mistress Throgmorton, is this your pet swine?

You have cast pearls before him.

Your Majesty.

Faith, 'tis no swine, for it speaks. 'Tis a man, and a stranger to boot.

- Your name and business. - Captain Walter Raleigh, ma'am, newcome from Ireland.

- With dispatches for us? - Your Majesty, Captain Raleigh's father and I were great friends.

I have heard scant news from Ireland these many days.

- There is good news, ma'am, and bad. - Alas, I believe it.

Ireland is no better nor no worse than Whitehall Palace. I am surrounded by dunces.

It will do me good to talk with a blunt man of war.

- Ma'am, the armor of which I- - The iron will not rust, Christopher.

I have been talking nonsense all morning. 'Twill do me no harm to talk Ireland now.

- As you please, ma'am. - Yes, Christopher- as f please.

And it pleases me to see your armor.

Sir Christopher Hatton here has a breastplate engraven with the love of Mars and Venus.

You will come with us to inspect it. As a soldier, you can best value its worth.

And later, I have been sent fresh fruit and wine from Portugal.

Perhaps you will sup with us.

- Are you fond of armor, Captain? - Uh, it saved my life on occasion, ma'am.

Spoken like a blunt soldier.

And the rest of me blunt soldiers- Fight they well in Ireland?

Your Englishman always fights well, ma'am. He's half hawk, half vulture.

And you- Are you half hawk and half vulture?

Well, I soar high, but I eat no carrion.

Ha! The hawk has a pointed tongue.

- Did you hear that, Christopher? - Aye, ma'am, clearly.

- Hawks have loud and raucous voices. - Would you mellow mine, sir?

La, smooth your feathers, Captain. We are all hawks here.

Hail the queen! Hail the queen!

Your Majesty.

Sir Christopher.

Would you leave your cloak in the mire, Captain?

- Would I be so vainglorious as to wear the cloak that my queen- - Oh, pick it up, man. Pick it up.

I'm not quite sure whether you please me or not.

However, you have qualities which the court sadly lacks.

- Must we stand here in the chill air? - Your Majesty.

- Sable. The finest sable. - As you say, ma'am, there is no finer fur.

Much too fine to waste on a mere queen.

- Ha, ha. You have a wit, Captain. - A poor reflection of your own, ma'am.

- Oh, flattery, flattery. - Flattery is something the soldier never learns.

More wine. And what is it the soldier does learn?

- Attacks? The storming of citadels? - Aye, that... and more.

And women- Do you consider them citadels to be stormed?

Women are not like citadels, ma'am. They have better defenses.

- Some have walls of paper. - But they are masters of retreat.

Mistresses, Captain. Mistresses.

You may go.

And what is your next campaign?

I'm already launched on it, ma'am. My next campaign is you.

It takes strategy to reach me.

- I have already used much strategy. - On whom?

- The earl of Leicester, for one. - Then you are a soldier indeed.

But now that you have reached your-your citadel...

what tactics will you use to storm the walls?

- Honest ones, ma'am. - But suppose the walls were breached...

and the queen captured.

What, uh, ransom would you ask?

Three ships, no more.

- You talk of ships, Captain? - Aye, ma'am, and such ships as the world has never seen.

- We were talking of citadels. - Every ship is a citadel.

Since first I learned to walk, my life has been in and around them.

- Citadels? - Ships, ma'am.

- I know more of them than I know of the ways of women. - Women?

Believe me, ma'am,yes. And I know a hundred ways in which they can be improved.

- Women? - Ships, ma'am. I've made my own designs...

for ships that will skim the waves like gulls, that will outrace anything afloat!

- I had thought you were a soldier. - I am, but a sailor first of all.

I would take these ships of mine to the New World with all its riches.

I would bring them back heavy with gold and spices.

I'd swell the coffers of the realm!

Give me these ships, ma'am, and a year in the New World...

and before heaven you'll be glad you've met with me this day.

Raleigh, no one leaves the queen's presence without the queen's permission.

Depart this room and, before heaven, you will regret you met with me this day.

I regret it already, ma'am. I had thought you'd listen to an honest man.

Too few of'em. I'm out of practice.

- Do I have Your Majesty's permission to leave? - You have not.

Faith, you spoke true when you said you knew not the ways of women.

- I spoke true in all I said. - This is a court and no place to talk truth.

Furthermore, 'tis winter weather and no time to talk of voyaging.

Fill my goblet, Walter.

- Your reign was short, Christopher. - I serve my queen as she wills...

and I understand her moods.

This Raleigh is just the whim of the day. She but toys with him.

Suppose he were not the whim of the day?

Suppose from my window I could look out on a fair view of lakes and mountains...

and suppose someone planted a tree in front of that window.

- What would I do? - Pull it out by the roots.

- Exactly. - My lord, the queen commands your presence.

But as you can plainly observe, there is no tree.

Captain Raleigh?

- Your cloak, Captain Raleigh. - Thank you, Mistress Throgmorton.

- It's very muddy. - And very famous. Did she give you your ships?

- How should you know what I asked her? - There are no secrets at court.

She gave me no ships nor any straight answer.

- Oh, I'm delighted to hear it. - I'm not.

Until she gives you an answer, you must perforce linger in the court.

- Believe me, I shall come no more to court. - Nay.

I think you too stubborn a man to go off without the queen's final yea or nay.

And while you wait on her word, I intend to see you... often.

- In the queen's presence? She'd take that amiss. - Perhaps. Perhaps not.

- Did you sit on the cushion? - What cushion?

- Oh, the green striped one at the foot of her chair. - I'm not a lapdog.

Then she cares not if I see you.

- You pursue very fast. - On the contrary, Captain.

I do not pursue. I surround.

A good night to you.

- Walter. - Aye.

- What's your news? Did you see the queen? - Aye. I dined with her... alone.

- And got your ships? - No.

Well, speak up, man. What happened?

I had a cup of wine flung at me, and I caught her smile.

There was talk- talk like a game of chess with no conclusion.

- What is a man to think? - Oh, never have I seen you like this.

I never was like this. Come in.

The earl of Leicester, sir.

Lord Leicester. You remember my friend, Lord Derry?

- His Irish memento of the Irish Wars I am. - Yes,yes.

Walter, I come at the queen's command...

with news that can bring fortune to you-

fortune beyond anything you have dreamed.

- The ships? - The queen has appointed you the captain of her guard.

Her palace guard? But I've no wish for such appointment.

Sol told Her Majesty. 'Twas made nevertheless.

- You have pleased her, Walter. - Pleased her?

If she thinks to have me sit on her cursed cushion, I'll leave tomorrow.

You're an ambitious man.

What place is there in England for ambition save at court?

- And my ships? - Your ships may come in time if you hold her favor.

Then, Derry, we're in her guard.

Me, too, an Irishman? Oh-ho, is that wise?

I came here, Walter, to tell you and to add a warning.

This is not a simple thing you undertake.

In return for her favor, the Virgin Queen demands a devotion...

that is single-hearted, unwavering, long suffering-

- Well, look at me. - I do, my lord.

And despite all, I am proud to have served her.

- How came this? - Got it in a scuffle, sir.

- Corporal, have him in a new doublet by nightfall. - Aye, Captain.

Even birds of fine plumage have troubles with feathers, do they not, Captain?

- Mistress Throgmorton.

Captain Raleigh?

Three days since unknown to the court, and now captain of the queen's guard.

Oh, and red becomes you, though perhaps it serves less purpose than mud-stained blue.

- I congratulate you, Captain. - My thanks, Mistress Throgmorton.

And you have no cloak with you.

What a pity.

- Adjutant, march the men to their posts. - Sir.

- Mistress Throgmorton. - Arms right. March!

Must you bait me thus before the guard? I've no choice in the matter.

I did not wish to bait you. Indeed I pity you.

You have no ships, and the queen has a new lapdog.

Dogs bark, and if they bark long enough and loud enough, they're listened to.

- I shall have my ships. - Nay, but a well-fed lapdog barks but gently.

And you shall feed well, Captain.

That a mouth so fair should utter only shrewish words-

It is at myself I am angry.

I had no right to think you the man I thought you were.

I give you good day, Captain.

Lead him by a length, ma'am.

Now!

- Oh, too bad, ma'am. A trifle short. - Christopher.

Well shot, monsieur. Very well shot.

Think you so, monsieur? But why should that surprise you?

You French have faced our bowmen before and felt their arrows too.

- It was a fortunate shot, ma'am. - Mmm, I know your aim, Christopher.

You aimed high, didn't you? You always have.

Give me another shaft.

If I may suggest, ma'am, a little more height might not be amiss.

Think you so, Christopher?

- Think you so, Walter? - You are your father's daughter, ma'am.

Aye, and have no need to aim high.

Did you laugh, sirrah?

Know you, then, that though my arrow falls short of its mark...

my kingdom will not!

lam no Diana, I, and the sun is hot on my face.

Let us all move to a- a place under the trees.

Walter, you go forward and see that all is prepared.

The pasties go on that table there, the sweetmeats over there.

Ah, the queen's footstool. Now you, bring it over here.

Are you now minister of the queen's comfort?

Ah, Mistress Throgmorton. Are you now my gadfly?

Not your conscience surely.

- Do I need a conscience? - Not you, sir. Not you.

Believe me, in whatever I've done, I've not meant to hurt you.

You have not hurt me, sir, only yourself.

- And I soothe no wounds such as yours. - Wounds?

- Of the soul, Captain. - I have no such wounds.

Ah, but you have a great one. And while you linger in the court, it festers.

The gangrene grows in you, Captain, but you cannot feel it. You know wounds, Captain.

For a while, with shock, they're painless, and then the hurt begins.

And the dying man cries out for water where there is no water...

and for aid where there is no aid.

You are in the first stage now, and the sight is not a pretty one.

- My heart is bitter enough. Do not pour gall on it! - Heart? Your heart? Where is it?

With your ships, perchance, sailing in the grass of the meadow?

An invisible heart beating on the deck of an invisible ship.

Walter?

- All is prepared, ma'am. - It will wait till I am ready.

There are too many people about me.

Be off, all of you. Dance, if you will, but out of my sight for a while.

No, Raleigh, not you.

What did you discuss with her?

- Her, ma'am? - Mistress Throgmorton.

- Matters of no purpose- the treatment of wounds. - Nothing more?

There was some mention of ships that sail in meadows for their captains...

who sit on cushions out of the sun.

Walter, I have commanded you to have no dalliance with ladies of my court.

As you will, ma'am.

Oh, Walter, I am hot and out of sorts.

As you love me, speak only gentle words, and I will do the same.

Aye, ma'am.

I read your mind, Christopher.

Do you? Then tell me what I plan.

To clear the view from your window.

His Excellency, the ambassador from the court of France.

- Your Majesty. My lords. - We are honored, monsieur.

May I, uh, compliment you once again, madame, on this most beautiful palace.

There is no other like it in all of Europe.

- It was my father's. I will tell him when I see him. - Yes-

But King Henry is dead. Madame jests.

- Madame never jests. - No, madame.

I think, monsieur, I know the purpose of this audience.

You wish to report again that the duke d'Alen�on is enamored of me.

Ever since he saw you, he can talk of nothing else.

He is a sweet boy, but only a boy. We have discussed this before.

But, madame, this time I am commanded by my queen to return with a definite answer.

Your queen, then, thinks to command me?

Oh, no, no, no. I beg of you, madame. No. I-

- And so you want a definite answer, do you? - Yes, madame.

- Very well. I shall give you one. - Ah.

Go back to your Catherine de M�dicis and tell her...

I am tired of little French dukes and of old French queens...

and of ambassadors who laugh when I miss with an arrow...

and of all Frenchmen in general!

- Go back and tel! her that! - Yes, madame.

That may not be the best policy, ma'am.

It is I who make the policy of this realm- I and I alone-just as I made you.

They think to wed me...

to that weak-chinned, pasty-nosed, gap-toothed little monster.

I have been writing him gentle and loving letters for the past five years.

And why? To keep France on tenterhooks.

To keep France from turning to Spain.

That is policy- my policy.

And what is to stop France from turning to Spain now?

Think you monsieur will go galloping off to Calais?

No, never, Christopher. He'll be back.

'It would be worth his head to return to France with a report of this interview.

Catherine hates failures.

- We must still keep her as a friend. - States have no friends.

It is also true of people, ma'am.

- Are you friendless, Christopher? - I speak not for myself, ma'am, but you.

Do you know who your friends are... and who are your enemies?

- I know who me enemies are. - All of them, ma'am?

Well, enough to last the day out. What are you getting at?

A rumor has reached my ears, ma'am...

that there is an Irish lord in your own guard.

And since we are at war with Ireland...

who knows but what he plans to murder you.

And the name of this Irish lord?

Lord Derry, I believe, ma'am.

- Is this true, Raleigh? - There is a Lord Derry in the guard, ma'am, yes.

And 'tis said he's Raleigh's friend, brought with him from Ireland.

You're most well informed, Sir Christopher.

- I would discuss that with you in private. - With pleasure, sir.

- Sit down, sir. - Nay, Sir Christopher has seen fit to question my honor!

Sit down, blast you!

What do you mean, adding an Irishman to my guard?

Lord Derry is an honorable gentleman, ma'am...

who wishes Your Majesty nought but happiness.

- Words come tuppence a thousand! What's in his heart, eh? - He speaks What's in his heart!

No man has done that since God made Adam.

Well, we'll-we'll see what's in his heart.

- Arrest him. Send him to the Tower. - I, ma'am?

- You, sir. - No, ma'am. Not I.

You cheapjack soldier, you. How dare you disobey me!

It's I who brought Lord Derry to this court. It's I who take full responsibility for him.

It is I who will strip you of every honor you have- every bone I've thrown you.

It is no honor fora man to humble himself, and this I've done time out of mind.

I return such honors gladly!

Open that door!

Raleigh, you were not called here. You came here-

an out at elbows, dissembling rogue fouled from the Irish Wars.

And I took pity on you and allowed you to serve me!

I wished to serve not you but England!

Then I find myself in an aviary full of tame birds.

All England's not confined in the walls of this court...

but rides proud and free on the bosom of the ocean...

bordered only by her destiny and hope.

Yet, while every other nation in Europe is pointing...

the bows of its ships towards the Indies and beyond...

we English stand idly by, counting our pence.

But some Englishmen watch the sun on the waves and dream of a future...

that will shine on England with the brightness of a hundred suns.

Thank God I'm of their company.

Thank God you are no longer of mine.

Out of me sight. Out of me house!

Little men, little men, you know what you were before I made you what you are.

Do not gape so, or by the rood, I'll turn you all out o'doors.

Christopher, Robert, I feel faint.

Take me to me chamber.

If you�ve come to whip the queen's dog more, you'll find he's done being whipped.

I have come to talk to a Devon man.

The one who lives here nigh forgot his birth.

- Where is Lord Derry? - Arranging for horses, saying good-bye to some wench.

- Where will you go? - Any direction will lead towards the sea.

My house is in Devonshire, near Plymouth.

My servants would give you shelter.

Have you lost your senses, girl? This is a face 'it would be wiser to forget.

Oh, it is a face that pleases me again.

- Beth. You've chanced much in coming here. - Much.

- Perhaps more than you know. - I came because I wished to.

How I've longed to stand as close as this.

How in the moments before sleep I've questioned the color of those eyes.

Nay, I've been even bolder in their regard.

How is one bold in the regard of eyes?

I wondered whether, when a man presses a kiss on your lips...

those heavy lids- do they close?

Well, did they close?

I do not know.

'Tis nine by the clock and all is well.

'Tis nine by the clock and all is well.

Long live the queen.

I must return to the court.

Having but found each other, we must lose each other.

How much longer must you serve the queen?

Five years, unless she marries me off.

- Marries you off? - I am her ward. My parents are dead.

Oh, Walter, may I not ride with you tonight?

Would you?

Beth, would you marry me?

- Now? - There's not a church in London would say the words over us.

In Queen Mary's day, there were secret marriages aplenty.

Wait.

- Master innkeeper! This is a mad thing we do. - l care not.

Anon, anon, sir: - Come here and bring the serving Wench with you.

There's not another lass in England would venture so much.

- As to defy the queen, was you who taught me. - She may object. God will not.

Stand here. There's a matter you must witness.

I, Walter Raleigh, in the name of God and the Reformed Church of England...

take thee unto wife, so God be my witness.

I, Elizabeth Throgmorton, in the name of God and the Reformed Church of England...

take thee unto husband, so God be my witness.

- Our thanks. - My lord.

- What was all that about? - Some kind of a wedding, I suppose.

A wedding? Well, why did you not tell me?

I always cry.

Walter. Walter!

Derry, there's been a change in our plans. We'll need another horse.

Another horse? 'Twill be hard to get this time of night.

Derry, we'll have to.

- Who is it? - in the name of the queen, open!

Open up!

Walter Raleigh, we are commanded by the Queen's Majesty to take you hence.

- Can you give me a moment? - We cannot, sir. Come at once.

File, stand in.

- I would have a word with this man. - What's happened?

There's a lady upstairs. See that she gets safely back to the palace.

Captain Raleigh, if you please.

File, march.

- Mistress Throgmorton. - Derry, where are they taking him?

- They gave him no time to tell me either where or why. - She's sent him to the Tower.

Nay, had she wished, she'd have sent him this morning when they quarreled.

Oh, you do not know her. Her anger is like some beast.

She lets it feed all day, and then she sets it free to spring.

- She'll have his head, Derry. - Hold, Mistress Throgmorton.

Nay- Mistress Raleigh.

- Mistress Raleigh? - We were wed this clay. I must follow him, find him.

- 'Twill serve no purpose. - I care not!

But he does. Do not complicate matters.

If the queen knew that you and Walter were- well, 'it would be the worse for him.

Do as he wishes. Return to the palace.

As you wish.

Enough, enough.

- But she must be bled- - Have you not mumbled long enough, good doctors?

- What latest attack have you planned on this frail body? - The blood moves sluggishly.

It is best you be bled that the strain on the heart be lightened.

Then come draw your pint, master tapster.

I have impatient blood.

Would that all the heart's strain could be eased by bleeding.

- Have they not brought that devil Raleigh here yet? - Not yet, Your Majesty.

The French ambassador waits outside most importunate to see you. I've told him you-

- Bring him in. - At such a time?

There never was a better. Fetch him.

Monsieur.

Your Majesty, had I but known- Forgive my unforgivable rudeness.

I could have knocked my head against the wail to think that I was the cause of your illness.

- I could've hanged myself. - Fie, man. Fie.

God made me ill, not you.

He is bringing me down by degrees. Look at me.

Sick as I am, would you have me wed to that sweet boy?

Oh, he would be your greatest comfort, madame.

- Death, monsieur, will be my greatest comfort. - Oh, no, madame.

- We have finished, ma'am. - Aye, and I am nearly finished too.

Had they saved all the blood they've drawn from me these many years...

there'd be a Red Sea in England.

Pray rest now, ma'am.

- The surgeons are alarmed, are they not, my lord? - Gravely alarmed.

- Ah, do not mention the grave, sir. - No, monsieur. Do not mention-

So, monsieur, return to France and tell your queen of my ill health.

And tell her when I am well again, if ever...

- Oh. - 'twill be time, then, to discuss the ardors of young d'Alen�on.

- Yes, madame. - Oh, one thing more.

So that Catherine and I may understand each other better...

I propose we exchange some members of our courts.

If your queen will be so gracious as to send me four of her courtiers...

- I will be most happy to send her four of mine. - An excellent proposal.

- Uh, would you wish gentlemen or ladies? - It does not matter.

No, no, no, wait. I will send ladies.

There are many here who would see what is worn in France.

Let Catherine send me gentlemen.

I will take ship for Calais tonight, Your Majesty.

What is in that box?

Oh, it is a present I brought you- a sword. I will leave it with the chamberlain?

No, no. No, I would see it.

Oh.

It is not worthy of Your Majesty's splendor.

No, 'tis a beautiful thing.

- I thank you from my heart. - Madame.

- Au revoir, monsieur. - Your Majesty.

There is policy for you.

A week from now, all France will think I am standing on my coffin...

and that millstone is off me neck for a good six months.

How is it that devil Raleigh is not here yet?

Let me ask, ma'am.

He is here, ma'am.

- Your Majesty. - Come you here.

Well?

I did not know you were ill, ma'am.

Of course not. The plague knows not whom it kills. But no matter, no matter.

Why do you think I've had you brought here?

To forgive you.

- Are you not pleased? - It will happen again, ma'am.

Nay, you will never again shout me deaf in my own house.

Sit down.

How do I look to you, Walter? Do you like me as you see me?

I admire the woman, not the wrappings.

�Admire,� you say? Only admire?

Walter, we had a quarrel. So we had a quarrel.

- Now it is over. - Hatton should never have accused Lord Derry.

- His only thought was of my safety. - So has mine been.

And yet you bring over an Irish cutthroat...

from the depths of heaven knows what ill-odored bog...

and make him one of my guard!

The rapscallion could have slit my throat.

Had he wished that, he would have done it ere now!

You sound as though you would do it yourself. Would you, Walter?

Then let it be done. Let it be done.

lam the last man on Earth would do it, ma'am.

Kiss me, Walter.

Dear Walter, you are my best physician...

so long as you do not quarrel with Christopher.

How can you defend him? He acted not in your interest but in his own.

Ambition opened his mouth. jealousy spoke his words for him.

But you are all ambitious, all jealous. Yes, even you.

If I gave each man in this court everything he wanted...

I would have to give away half the world.

And since half the world is not mine to give, I-

I give away titles, honors-

high sounding, but empty as the air.

Would you not too like a title, Walter?

I have done without one all these years, ma'am.

And I have done without quarrels in my court. I com-

No, I do not command you. I implore you, no swordplay with Christopher.

On your oath.

It shall be as you say, ma'am, on my oath.

That's better.

And do not make me bandy words so. I am not well.

Walter, am I old? Do I look old?

Does the moon look old or the sun?

lam talking of Elizabeth Tudor, not suns and moons.

Answer me truly, Walter.

Were I forming a new company, ma'am, and were you not queen of England...

I would have you wielding a broadsword.

- Broadswords are heavy. - Aye- young men's work.

Hmm. There's my blunt soldier. You are no smooth-tongued courtier yet.

Open that box.

- Oh, a splendid weapon, ma'am. - Take it out.

Try it.

A splendid weapon indeed. 'Tis nicely balanced... and finely worked.

Sol shall be in your company. You will have me then, Walter.

- You shall fight by my side, ma'am. - Aye, at your side.

But on whom shall I use it?

- Kneel, Walter. - Kneel, ma'am?

- Would you have my head? - More than that, man. More than that. On your knee.

I, Elizabeth Tudor, by the grace of God, queen of England...

do dub thee knight.

- Arise, Sir Walter Raleigh. - But, ma'am-

- You are still not pleased. - You said yourself, ma'am, honors are as empty as the air.

Aye. So they are.

But the words you spoke to me in rage were not.

They were honest words and wise ones, and they still ring in my head.

But I will please you yet, Walter.

I cannot give you three ships, but one you shall have.

Announce Sir Walter Raleigh to the court.

By command of Her Majesty: the knight, Sir Walter Raleigh.

Congratulations.

- Beth. - Well, sir? Are you ready to ride now?

Beth, listen. She gave me a ship.

Only one when you asked for three?

Faith, you sell your favors cheaply, though not as cheaply as I.

- These are strange words from my wife. - Your wife.

And did you defy her again? Did you tell her we were wed?

Beth, she's ill. I could not defy her on her sickbed.

I'm not your wife. I'm the shadow of a wife-

a woman cozened into a travesty of marriage.

- The marriage is a true one. - How can such a master of guile speak of truth?

How did you soften her? Did you use the same words that softened me?

- You know not of what passed between us. - Heaven forbid I ever should.

To think this was the man whose very life I prayed for when they took him away.

A man indeed- a whipped dog licking the hand of its mistress.

- Don't go too far, girl. - I've come to the end.

You have your ships, but you no longer have me.

- Take yourself off, sire. - Curse you, I will, and never see you more!

Sir Walter.

'Tis not often one can talk to a knight so newly minted.

- I wish no words with you, sir. - Ah, but now that we are equals, I wish words with you.

You said in council I questioned your honor.

I do not remember what I said in council.

Then let me improve your memory.

I still question your honor.

This day, Sir Walter Raleigh sets forth for Plymouth...

O merciful God.

We crave thy blessing on each step of his venture.

May he have thy guidance in the preparation of his ship.

May he build it strong and seaworthy.

Thou knowest the dreadful dangers of the deep-

the storms that drives the whirlpools that engulf...

the monsters that dwell below, the peril of the Spanish ships.

Thou knowest the giant waves that-

As you have said, milord bishop, God knows these things.

He needs no remembrance, sir.

And me knees are weary.

Upon Sir Walter Raleigh and his undertaking thy blessing, O merciful God.

- Amen. - Amen.

Amen.

Walter.

The time has come to make my adieu, madam.

Your dream is a dream no longer...

and yet you seem to show no joy.

I have much on my mind, ma'am.

I have seen the plans of the Golden Falcon.

There are many changes to be made in her.

- How long will it be in the making? - Six weeks, at least.

And then the sea.

The sea, the storms, and the months of voyage.

When will I look upon you next, Walter?

That's in God's hands, ma'am.

I thank Your Majesty for opportunity granted to no other man.

I have no taste for partings.

You have given me much joy, ma'am.

I have the highest hopes of this adventure, ma'am.

�Adventure? Why must Raleigh go?

It is his dearest passion, ma'am.

Adventure is for the brainless.

Or should be.

Mistress Throgmorton.

The Golden Falcon is a stout vessel, Sir Walter.

- I doubt if you�d find better. - She's not what I would have designed myself, Master Randall.

But with these alterations, she should be the equal of any craft afloat.

- Aye. - Now, first, the rigging.

- She carries no top gallants. Rig her for them. - Aye.

She also lacks span on the fore and main.

Add yet another full score yard of sail to each.

But that much canvas, Sir Walter- a blow might pull the sticks right out of her.

- I think not. - Mark his words well, Master Randall.

He comes from a long line of seafarers.

When Noah brought the animals into the ark, there were two Raleighs among them.

Now, as to the gun ports, I want 14 abeam.

Aye, and add space for a pair of fore chasers as well.

Aye, sir.

�Our passions are most like to floods and streams.

�The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

�So when affections yield discourse, it seems...

�the bottom is but shallow whence they come.

- They that are�- - �Are rich in words, must needs discover...

that they are poor in that which makes a lover.�

- You know the poem, ma'am? - Aye.

But the volume was just this day published.

Sir Walter wrote the poem in my presence.

Sir Walter, a poet? I did not know.

lam aware of many things about Sir Walter...

that are not common knowledge.

He has a delicate touch with a line.

'Tis a pity he will soon be at sea and with no more time to write verses.

Do not sigh, Christopher. There can be no funeral without a corpse.

Ma'am?

Sir Walter will not sail. He will return here to be with me.

Take care how you treat your queen's possessions, Mistress Throgmorton.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - Are you well?

- Your face looks drawn. - Quite well, thank you, ma'am.

- I had been told you fainted in chapel Sunday last. - It was nothing, ma'am.

True, Christopher, I toyed with the idea...

of letting Sir Walter go voyaging off.

But I miss the rogue. He tests me mettle.

Is he aware of this change in fortune, ma'am?

He will be by degrees.

Aye, Sir Walter will remain here with me.

But there are others who will go.

Uh, ma'am?

Fear not, Christopher.

It is of the ladies I speak.

lam sending you all to the French court...

to serve Catherine de Medicis.

- For how long, ma'am? - Over two years, at least, perhaps more...

should Catherine wish to keep you.

Aye. Soon, all me pretty birds...

will have flown.

Did you hear? To Paris?

Ease the strain on that mainstay. 'Tis overtaut.

- A ye, Master. - Ah, Captain.

Ah, Corporal Gwilym. What brings you to Plymouth?

A letter from the queen I bear, Captain, by her own hand written.

Well, Gwilym, do all the little colleens in London miss me?

Ah, lying I would be if I denied it.

Every Whitechapel wench is weeping.

You can float up the Thames on their tears then.

When finished here, we're commanded to sail to London...

get our cannons mounted.

Two weeks wasted.

What other news from the palace?

Oh, naught at the moment. The ordinary.

The queen is sending her ladies-in-waiting to the French court for two years.

- All four of them? - Mmm.Ah!

There's a bit of gossip I forgot.

There may be five souls who will sail...

if what's being whispered by the kitchen maids comes true.

- What are the kitchen maids whispering? - Why...

Why, faith, that one of the ladies-in-waiting is, uh- uh-

Beasts, we men are. Bless us.

- Which one is it? - Uh, I was told, but the name escapes me.

A poor memory for names I have. Um-

- Does the queen not know? - Not as yet, Captain.

But you can no more keep a secret in the court, man...

than you can stop the rain from falling.

And dark will the poor lass's day be when her secret reaches the ears of the queen.

Are they all still at the palace?

Off to their homes they've gone to bid their families good-bye.

A good- good week ago it was, as I remember.

Well, if you, too, have troubles, drink 'em away with this.

Ah! Thank you, Captain.

I will find troubles I did not know I had.

Sir Walter Raleigh to see Mistress Throgmorton.

A moment, sir.

Sorry, sir. Mistress Throgmorton refuses to see you.

- Beth. - I said I did not wish to see you.

Dame Bragg instructed me in manners.

Clearly, you had no such teaching.

Please go. Should the queen know you had ridden here...

it would do your plans no good.

It is said that you ladies of the court are being sent off to France.

Such is the queen's command.

Be off, please.

Is Mistress Throgmorton all prepared to sail?

But she's not going.

- You choose to disobey the queen? - Yes.

I'm weary of court. It is no concern of yours.

Leave us.

Leave us!

If what I believe is true, It's very deeply my concern.

I do not know what you believe.

I bid you good day.

Court gossip says you are with child.

So the tongues have begun to clatter.

- Let them. - ls it true?

Does the queen's favorite wish reassurance that he will not be involved?

- I give it gladly. - ls that what you think is my concern?

I'm not a betrayed milkmaid whining for help, begging for pity.

Your name will never cross my lips.

Beth.

Beth, I've never loved you more than I do at this moment.

- Do not speak again of love! - I shall never stop with you.

Nay. Go your own way. You owe me nothing.

We owe each other everything- our love, our child, the rest of our lives together.

Before God, girl, you'll do nothing more alone.

- When does the queen expect you back at court? - In three weeks.

Three weeks? Not much time.

But it can be done. Look you.

My ship must sail to London to have her guns mounted.

Oh, nay, Walter. 'Tis but a ruse.

The queen plans to keep you with her. I heard her say so.

Did she, now? Ah, then the game gets all the better.

What would you say if in three weeks' time...

the Golden Falcon sailed due west with you and me aboard?

- For the New World? - For our new world, our new universe.

Beth, will you go?

Though every ship in England barred the way.

Walter! 'Tis good to see you.

Bless you, if you hadn't returned tonight, I was going to look for you meself.

- Is all well? - Aye, well, and better than well.

- Your tailor? - At times.

This is the bed, master carpenter. I want it twice as wide...

well-slatted, and I want the finest-grained oak.

- A rare job I'll do, sir. - All right, man.

- Fetch your tools and set to work. - Aye, sir.

You plan to sprawl the nights that you need such a great bed?

Yesterday, before a cleric at the altar, we repeated our vows.

'Tis now a marriage doubly sealed.

You'd best be about some other business, sweet honey dove.

Such words as �marriage� mustn't sully such innocent ears.

'Tis a dangerous thing you do.

The outfitting of the ship must be speeded.

In three weeks, we sail for the New World, avoiding London direct from Plymouth.

Gently, Walter. Gently.

Have you thought what'll happen when the queen learns...

not only that you're wed, but that you've stolen the ship as well?

Her rage will shame the devil himself.

It will pass as all her rages have passed.

Elizabeth has a hunger for gold, a miser's hunger. I'll get it and lay it before her feet.

You mean you'll return after these sins of yours?

When the queen sees what I bring with me, she'll forgive them all.

Aye, if you return with all of the New World in tow...

and anchor it off Land's End.

If the venture seems too dangerous for you, you've no reason to come.

I've shared your miseries. I may as well share your joys.

Your men have surpassed themselves, Master Randall.

I've kept them hopping. Did you arrange about the water casks?

- They'll be ready in 10 days at the latest. - Yes, sir.

There's a pouter pigeon from court waiting for you in your cabin.

- Thank you, Master Randall. - Yes, sir.

Good morrow to you, Sir Walter.

Lord Derry.

What brings you here, Master Chadwick?

The queen's business, Sir Walter, which, of course, is your business as well.

She sends you this.

- Am I to wear it? - Nay.

There is a letter too.

Convey my warmest thanks and deepest appreciation to Her Majesty.

Not having heard from you since you left London...

Her Majesty is exercised to know when she may expect you.

Ordinarily, it takes three days sailing from here to London.

Pray tell her that the time it takes me to get there will surprise her.

Upon my soul, I can believe it.

I've never seen such busy workmen as yours.

Do you stay in Plymouth, Master Chadwick?

Nay. I ride to London at once.

The queen does not wish to wait of word from you.

With your permission, Sir Walter.

Lord Derry.

Do you think he noticed the bed?

By the time aught can come of it, we shall have been long at sea.

- What more needs my name? - These are all for the day, ma'am.

But Master Chadwick has returned from Plymouth...

and he and Sir Christopher Hatton await audience with you.

Why did you not say so before?

Remain where you are, ladies. I can find me own way about me own house.

You do not seem travel-stained, Master Chadwick. You must ride a high horse.

I changed from my riding clothes, Your Majesty, before I ventured into your presence.

Faith, I would not care if you came to me in rags...

so long as you bring me good tidings.

I bring you strange tidings, ma'am, if not else.

- Gave you Sir Walter my scarf and my letter? - Aye, ma'am.

And he took the scarf and read the letter and told me to thank you.

- And he sent no letter to me? - Nay, ma'am.

Though when I asked him when he would be in London, he replied that...

the time it would take him to get here would be a surprise to you.

Ah! Then he is in haste to return.

- What is strange in that? - He is in greater haste than any man ever was before.

A most unhealthy haste, Your Majesty.

Chadwick tells me that he is working his men as though each had four arms.

But Christopher, why has Master Chadwick...

been in such great pains to discuss the matter with you?

Because he did not know how to approach you, ma'am.

Approach me with what?

The strange thing is, ma'am...

Sir Walter has built a fine bed in his cabin.

So? So? The rogue likes his comfort.

'Tis not the bed of a single man.

Are you accusing Sir Walter of- of-

I'm merely stating two facts, ma'am-

the fact of a great haste in shipbuilding...

and the fact of a great bed in his cabin.

Add to these one other element...

and fancy can take the whole thing over.

What... other element?

Near Plymouth, a lady of this court is even now preparing herself...

for her trip to France.

She has little time.

Has she chosen the captain to take her there, or beyond?

You spend a woman's honor with great ease, Christopher.

I try to save a woman's pride.

And it is most difficult and most thankless.

What're you trying to tell me?

That Sir Walter Raleigh has taken himself a wife.

All the devils do not dwell in darkness, do they, Christopher?

Nay, ma'am.

Some of them bask in ocean sunlight...

and call themselves Devon men.

- Where's the captain? - The captain of the ship, or the captain of the guards?

- The captain of the ship. Make haste, sailor. - Aye, sir.

- Where are you going? - I was ordered to fetch-

- You have one order- not to leave your post. - Aye, sir.

Welcome to the Golden Falcon, Sir Christopher.

Is it pleasure that brings you here, or duty?

Both, Irishman.

I'll inform Sir Walter of your presence.

- Hatton's above with your death in his hand! - Hatton? Alone?

Ten men he has, and a warrant from the queen signed and sealed...

to bring you a prisoner to London.

There's only one thing to do. Over the side and back to Ireland.

- What of Beth? - It's yourself they're after.

You fetch her and take her to Ireland.

- I'll delay them long enough to give you a league's start. - I'll delay them. You go.

It'll take an Irishman to smuggle her into Ireland.

Make haste! I know not how long I can hold them.

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Which is the captain's cabin? The queen's messenger does not wait!

Lord Derry came with some silly jest. I threw him out of my cabin.

Would you call this a jest, sir?

No, I would not.

I'd call it a forgery.

The queen's hand, the royal seal- A forgery?

There is one courtier who has access to the royal seal.

I was sent here to demand your sword.

I'll let you have it long enough to answer me for that affront!

I will not cross swords with you. I gave my word to the queen.

So that's it, is it? You hide behind a woman's skirts?

Does your vow include this?

Five men to back you. You're very brave.

I swore never to draw a blade against you.

I took no oath concerning my hands.

Swords or hands, it makes no difference.

Take him!

Get the cursed Irishman too!

Search the ship. If he's not aboard...

- search Plymouth and all the highways. - Aye!

- Is all well with you? - All is well.

My skirt was caught in the stirrup.

Stop looking at me with such worried eyes.

My mother went pleasure riding the day before I was born.

It's not that I was worried about. Look!

Ride ahead. Try to reach Lavally, a man named Caholan!

Catch the girl!

That an English sword should reach this back of mine-

And on a Friday too.

�Don't die on a Friday,� they always said to me.

It's bad luck for ya.

Derry!

My luck's not so bad.

The sun's shinin'...

and beauty herself... bendin' over me.

You are under arrest.

We will start for London.

We have taken the Throgmorton minx. Inform Lord Christopher Hatton.

- He rests at Lambeth this night. - Lord Leicester!

- Beth, child. - They've killed Derry. What of my husband?

He is in the Tower and condemned to die.

I have reasoned with the queen as best I could.

I've enlisted the help of Canterbury and of the duke, your uncle.

- What can I do? - Nothing.

Sleep. Try to be strong for tomorrow.

Pray. In prayer lies all your hope.

We ride on to the Tower.

This weary girl, she can sleep in her own room tonight under guard.

- This is my prisoner. - Do you wish to question my authority?

Nay, Lord Leicester.

- Show them the way, Beth. - Thank you, my lord.

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Flint and steel, quickly!

Shut the window.

Where is she?

- Madam? - Who is it?

Lady Raleigh.

You come to plead your husband's life?

Is Your Majesty all right? It was feared that-

There is no cause for fear. Close the door.

Your husband is a traitor, Lady Raleigh.

By his own admission, he planned to take a ship of mine to sail it forth.

He meant to use it for Your Majestys own purposes.

Is the taking of a ship in truth the treachery with which he is to pay with his life?

You mean I take his head because you took his heart?

Though that were treachery, too, on both your parts-

his dirty little lovemaking with a girl who owed me loyalty.

Is that reason enough for a man to die?

It is reason enough for two to die- Raleigh and his Wench!

We have hired a new Flemish headsman from Rotterdam.

He'll be here by Wednesday next.

Even the queen of England cannot send me to that death...

on Wednesday next.

You will have to wait some months, Your Majesty.

Such is the law.

Some months? What nonsense is this?

Two have passed, seven are yet to go.

It is a law older than the rule of the Tudors.

So you plead your belly?

If you kill Walter Raleigh,you rob an- an English subject of a father.

Why do you do this wrong to a child?

From jealousy. ls that worthy of the queen's majesty?

�Jealousy?

You have been my lady-in-waiting.

You have drawn these bed hangings every night.

Bring that light, girl.

And let me show you what they hid.

Twenty years since a fever took my hair.

Do you think I've ever put meself on the lists...

against pretty faces and empty heads?

lam Elizabeth Tudor. Men have loved me-

not with a dandling love you toss a white kitten...

but men have loved me because I struck sparks from their minds.

I matched spirit with spirit.

Walter Raleigh was one.

But it is I who carry his child.

Be very proud.

When I was 18, my physicians told me...

I could never bear a child.

lam glad. England was child enough for me.

Take this strumpet away!

Take her away!

Sir Walter Raleigh, Her Majesty, the queen.

Rise.

I want to look straight in your eyes...

the eyes of a man who fawned upon me, wheedled a ship from me...

between the kisses he was wheedling from one of my wenches.

Did she sometimes stand behind me, Walter, and look love upon you...

whilst you prated to me about top gallants and mizzenmasts?

That she did not, I swear, nor could I have seen her.

'Twill seem strange to you now, but 'tis true.

Always, I was blinded with a fascination of the queen's majesty.

The fascination of the queen's treasury!

I could ill afford to give you a ship.

She costs me half a gain more than you said.

You could afford a dozen like it, ma'am...

and do sol beg you.

What's it to you, man? You'll be dead!

But the ship won't be. The fairest yet to ride on water.

There's a navigator aboard. His name is Barlow. Let him sail her.

He has the feel of her at his fingertips.

He'll bring back the wealth that I would have brought you.

He'll claim that share of the world this little island needs.

Here I had thought to find you thinking only of Beth Throgmorton.

Lady Raleigh has but one chance of your forgiveness, as has the child-

a cargo of gold such as has never been seen before.

With that in your pocket, you'll forget a dead man whose eye wandered.

May I see her, ma'am, before they lead me down...

to the- the parting place?

No, I'll not pander for you. I'll see the child is properly cared for.

And Beth?

Oh, that look, that tender look.

Once she's had her brat, she'll follow you!

The ax will still be sharp!

You have often bade me leave your presence.

I bid you now to leave mine!

- On what authority? - Dead men have authority, and I am one!

Walter. Walter, I needed you, and you betrayed me.

I loved you, madam. I loved you as a man loves a great queen.

It's that love you betrayed.

But I'm also a woman...

a woman not too young.

Oh, madam. Madam.

I will not be served by underlings.

- You shall sail the ship yourself. - I?

This does not mean I forgive you nor the slut you married.

I want the world you promised me.

And I don't want to dream of a brat crying...

as I dreamt last night.

I was once a brat crying...

because of the headsman's ax.

Those cargos you bring back...

had best be rich and rich and rich!

Long live Elizabeth.

God save the queen.

I am not done yet, nor will I be an hour hence.

The Golden Falcon'; starting down the Thames, ma'am.

- I hadn't of thought her nailed to the wharf. - Come look.

I have seen ships before.

Something about this ship might please you, ma'am.

You think to pleasure me with such a sight?

Raise the glass higher, ma'am.

Two months have passed...

and seven are yet to run.

A puking Wench and some waves.

I must go on with the business of state.