All language subtitles for Elizabeth R (BBC 1971) DVDRip - Part 6

God's death,

they give me bad advice.

See you give me
no bad advice, miss.

Milord Essex
has imperiled the kingdom.

We have lost money
and good men in Spain

and all for nothing.

I will have an end of it. I will have
no more wars, no more expeditions.

Are you finished?

Yes, mum.

Give me the mirror.

I should never have listened.

Our proud men lead us
to a fall.

Mm.

Essex fights Raleigh
harder than the spaniard.

They squabble like small boys.

I will give them no more
toys of war to play with.

Sir Robert, I trust you
bring me better news?

Your majesty, lord Essex has
landed ahead of the fleet.

Bearing a great cargo
of excuses, no doubt.

The whole court now knows
of this failure,

but his faction argues
further ventures,

more expeditions.

And there is further
trouble in Ireland.

Oh, let the irish
hang themselves.

It troubles me more

that I'm advised to costly wars

that achieve nothing,

that my so-called
counselors

behave as if the policy
of the realm

were in their personal charge.

They advise me for their own ends,
for their own glory,

and when they fail,
it is I who must pay.

I serve no cause
but yours, your majesty.

There is no one
without self-interest,

no one in all this court.

Oh, I am tired
of their sweet words.

I grow old.

Your majesty's appearance
gives no proof of that.

Do I look well then?

Youth...

Your majesty.

Shall I leave?

This is state business,
Mr. secretary.

You will take a good note.

We thought you at sea, Robin.

In a race to your side,

no courier travels
faster than I.

When couriers carry bad news,

it is best to be first.

I have brought the fleet
safe home.

Your ships are like
sieves, your men dying of disease.

I will have no more of it.

I have been tricked
into vain wars,

into expeditions
I cannot afford!

Aye. And jealous men
whisper in your ear.

Keep a good account,
Mr. secretary.

Write how they defame me.

Milord?

Ha. His innocence
is wonderful.

While we risk our necks, his armies of
clerks prepare to stab us in the back.

Diplomacy, milord,
may achieve what war cannot.

Diplomacy did not take Cadiz

or burn the spanish fleet!

Who laid a world's ransom
at your feet?

Sir Walter? My lord Howard
who argued against me?

Lord Howard, I have this week

created him Earl of Nottingham

in recognition of his services.

That old man is to walk
in front of me

for a victory that was mine?

Is no one to share your glory?

Must it all be yours?

There is no one fights your cause
more valiantly,

and the world knows it...
Yes, the world.

The court may trick me,

but the world speaks
well of me.

Do you threaten me?

Your majesty,

I left England as your
good friend and servant.

I did all I could.

I'm sick and have ridden
for two whole nights.

I am greatly wronged.

Wronged?
Who is more wronged

than I who has to pay
for these follies?

May I take my leave?

If it please you. Robin?

Just a fever.
'Tis nothing.

You must forgive me.

I am overcome by unkindness

where I was once
conquered by beauty.

Beauty?

Beauty.

Good day, sir Robert.

Go fight your paper wars.

Sir Robert, we are
still resolved.

Your majesty, there is no doubt

that lord Essex's view
is popular.

You think I don't know that?

He is the sun in splendor,
sir Robert.

He is all our pride.

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There's no doubt she's sorry.

Sorry is not enough.

She has behaved abominably.

I think she wants
to make it up.

We are of royal blood,
Southampton.

Mother.

No, my son. We are dealing
with the scion of a welsh Butler.

She has the manners
of a fishwife.

It is true, Mr. Bacon.

She has never forgiven me

for stealing her lover
from her.

She keeps me from court

because she knows I would
look her in the eye...

And give her your
tongue, mother.

Well, I'm for holding out.

The country's with us,
and the queen knows it.

You're a good man, Christopher.

My little friend
at court says...

You have a little
friend, Henry?

I have interests
in all directions.

She tells me that...

A she? Ha.
Can it be possible?

Ha ha ha ha.

Lady rich, it's not
only possible,

even practical.

What does your little
friend say, Henry?

She tells me the queen reads
your letters with apparent distaste.

Her distaste...

Lady Leicester, let me finish.

When she is alone,

she takes them out again and
reads them with more pleasure.

Francis writes a good letter.

Yes. You say
nothing, Mr. Bacon.

It is not my place, milady.

But we ask you.

It is a waste of time.

She listens to no one
but his damn cousin Cecil.

She has given Howard
precedence.

She dotes
on that peacock Raleigh.

No, she changes, you know.

Was there ever a time
when she didn't?

Women are weather vanes, Henry.

And very vain, too.

I think she knows
she's gone too far.

I think you should
be generous and return to court.

Generous?

My son has been
publicly insulted, milord.

He must be totally
restored to favor.

Howard and Raleigh
must be put in their place.

Raleigh takes what
he can get, madam.

He's no danger.

It's these damned
clerks and lawyers.

It's Cecil who holds
the inner keep.

Get rid of him.

Well, Mr. Bacon,
what do you say to that?

My cousin Robert
serves the queen as well as any.

Serves himself, you mean.

We all serve ourselves, sir.

We live in a time
when each man goes his own way.

And what way do you
advise, Francis?

Her majesty mellows
towards you.

She misses your company,

and she's sorry
you've been so ill.

I say go to her.

My God. No.

The queen must not be
forced into a corner.

If you challenge her,

she will have the last word.

It is not safe to be too proud.

Not safe to be proud?

I have heard enough.

Come, ladies.

Robert.

Good night, mother.

Francis.

Stay, Christopher.

Some more wine.

Ah, ah, ah.

Leave us.

Leave us.

Well?

I must go to her.

I have no choice.

You could go to Plymouth,

raise up the men of the fleet,

then march on London.

Save the queen
from her enemies.

Treason, Chris.
Treason.

Those who win are not
called traitors.

Call out your men of the fleet.

No.

Why?

Because I couldn't even
pay for their breakfast.

But you've got control
of the horse.

I am a poor man
with rich tastes.

If the azores had gone well...

I'm nearly bankrupt.

All I have is a name.

But we live like kings.

Like kings, yes.

Mr. Bacon advises me
to eat humble pie.

That clerk.

Don't mock him.
He's leaving my service.

I cannot pay him.

So...

You must go to her.

Yes. Like a small boy
needing pocket money,

I must say "please"
and "thank you"

and wash my face
and comb my hair.

And what is worse,
I also love her.

Then you're trapped.

Is he coming back?

She must give him more proof.

Does he think he's God?

Yes, I think he does sometimes.

You'd do better
elsewhere, cousin.

I shall have to.

He needs money.

How much?

A great deal.

Then I must see
that he gets it.

Oh, yes. Poor men
with rich ideas

are dangerous.

This business now
may take me to France.

I'm grateful to you, cousin.

Oh, Francis,

touching upon poor men
with rich ideas,

we should find you
new employment.

She's thinking
of sending Cecil to France.

Better and better.

Nothing but total power
for me, Henry.

The world's at our feet.

I'd prefer it in our grasp.

All of her court!

We do not crawl. We command!
We are tamburlaine!

Yes.

What's the matter?

You are so swiftly
changed. Robert.

Changed? I am
the same as ever.

But only last week...

I know nothing of last week.

I was ill.
Do not speak of it again.

Oh, she needs us again, Henry!

The hunchback
shall be outwitted.

Raleigh is not going to
like your going back to court.

No? We bear
no grudges, Henry.

We are generous,
open-hearted, gay.

We are the sun shining
on a dark court.

She must have had
such a miserable time.

Welcome, milord.

Your majesty.

You look well.

Is he well?

I have been your majesty's
good nurse.

Fit and well for any service?

If service is what
your majesty demands.

We have an arduous
office in mind.

It has been vacant many years,

but we think it time
to fill it.

We are still
threatened by Spain.

The defense of the realm

must be placed in strong hands.

We have decided to appoint
you Earl marshal, milord.

Your majesty.

Oh, it is good to see you all.

I have danced these
poor creatures off their feet.

Milord Nottingham,
let us see you show the love

we have for both of you.

Milord, your servant.

And I yours, milord.

Sir Walter.

It is good to see you, milord.

It it good to be back at court.

Come, my good people.
I bid you all be merry.

Age must lead the way, milord.

Elizabeth.

Milord.

Sir Robert. I hear
you go to France.

Yes.

And who is to mind England
while you are away?

The Earl marshal, of course.

You put the beggar
in charge of the bank.

Yes. There's a cargo
of cochineal newly arrived

and at the queen's disposal.

She has agreed my proposal
that you should have it for £50,000.

That's 18 shillings a pound.

It's worth twice that.

I've also suggested that you
should have £7,000 worth as a gift.

That's extraordinarily
kind of you.

Frances, do you hear?

Yes.
I trust the country

will want to dye itself red
for our advantage.

Better dye than blood, milady.

Ha ha. I am
much indebted to you.

I am glad for that.

I have been much maligned.

In a high place,
one has few friends.

Friends?

Friends are always few.

If she ever finds out,

she'll have both of you
in the tower.

Her ladies-in-waiting
are very precious,

and Elizabeth Vernon

is cousin to milord Essex.

Do you think I don't know that?

You're a fool, my lad.

I've seen bigger men
than you go down.

Perhaps.

Has he really forgiven me?

He's a man of bright morning.

He forgets the dark nights

as quickly as he can.

And you?

I take things as they come.

Be careful how they come.

Ha ha.

Thank you, milord,

but now I think we feast
and make merry.

Oh, yes, milord,
for a week perhaps.

For a month.

In the shade of the ax, milord.

Ha!

A game.

Oh, a game.
Marvelous.

Ladies, away.

Whoop-de-Dee.

Oh, you dance as well as ever.

You step with the time.

Oh, I must sit.

'Tis a pavane.

Fast or slow, I am tired.

I'm not the athlete I once was.

You dance superbly.

You had little time to notice.

Beauty is looked away
that is looked on too often.

Then I must go to Berlin.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, it is good of you to come.

Are you in much pain?

It is always less
in your good company.

Yes, we have been good company.

And it is good to
see the young dance.

Yes. We may watch,

but we can never own
what they enjoy.

He has
too much promise, milady.

He has ambition.

Ambition is a fiery stallion

that can throw those
who ride it.

I can still ride, my spirit.

You'll need the curved bit
and a strong snaffle.

I've seen many proud men.

And will see many more.

Oh, my dance is nearly over.

There's only one partner
awaits me now.

But I have need of you.

Your majesty can command much,

but not that.

Besides, you have my son.

I have trained him well.

Yes.

You have no wine.

The good time they keep

is my drink and my meat.

I pray God that you
have their measure.

I have their measure, milord.

O'Neill of Tyrone has risen.

He is backed by spanish gold.

If we make peace with Spain,
that money will cease.

The irish will fight whether
they have spanish gold or not.

You propose another war?

Sir Robert, you make
too much of it.

War or no war, we have no
lord deputy in Ireland.

I have been giving
this matter some thought.

I have a mind
to send lord mountjoy.

What is wrong
with lord mountjoy?

I thought he was your friend.

He has little experience.

And friends are best at court.

Enough of this sniping.

There must be a lord deputy...
sir William Knollys.

My uncle. Yes, your uncle...
is he not old enough?

Your majesty, my uncle does
good service here.

To whom? To you or to me?
Every name you reject.

I have told you, I favor
sir George carew.

Sir George cannot be spared.

Somebody will have to go.

Thank you, milord keeper.

As you so rightly say,

someone must be sent.

No one wishes their friends
to take this high office.

I am no fool.

I know the reason.

Well, I have decided.

The new lord deputy

shall be sir William Knollys.

Go to the devil!

This is an outrage
that I will not put up with.

I would not have
put up with that from your father.

Please go.

But she does nothing.

What is in her mind?

Well, I don't know.

Please.

Elizabeth,
Essex waits any sign.

Burghley is dying.

She's pitiful.

"My spirit," she calls him,

"my poor spirit."

If you could see her.

She goes to feed that old man.

Touching.

She's had more
from that old man

than she ever had
from milord Essex.

I see.

Oh, Henry.

No. Please. He's been
a long time at her side.

When he dies,

the old will feel a great gap,

as if an age was over.

She can think of nothing.

But does she not
spare a thought for...

For our friend?

Yours, not mine.
Never whisper he's a friend of mine.

All she has said...

"He has played me long enough.

"Now I shall play with him,

and I value myself
as high as he."

Well, she could not say less.

Tell me more.

Burghley is dying,
and she will be with him.

I must go.

Elizabeth...

I love you.

There is only
one thing you can do.

You must beg her forgiveness.

But I have given no cause.

Milord, duty, policy, religion
compel you to yield.

Between you and your sovereign,

there can be no
proportion of duty.

I owe her majesty allegiance.

In that, I do not fail,

but I have no duty

to attend to the court.

Milord,

your pride has driven you
to great things.

Suppress it now,
and her majesty will be gracious.

Your friends will do well,

and you yourself reap
further honor.

I do my friends no harm.
It is she who has done the harm.

That is not for you to say.

Why? Does God say it?

Cannot princes be wrong?

Is earthly power infinite?

You ask frightening questions.

That is as may be,
but I have had a wrong done to me.

She struck me, milord.

She is the queen.

Aye, and should behave so.

I am of the blood of kings, milord.
Kings!

I can offer nothing.

Princes are best served

by those who do not
hide their injuries.

You chart a dangerous course.

Does the country say so?

The city of London is with me.

The university of Cambridge

makes me their chancellor.

Tell the queen I am a devereux.

We are not mocked without cost.

He is adamant.

I stand more from him
than from any man.

It cannot go on, your majesty.

I have not sent
Knollys to Ireland.

I have not answered the dutch.

I have not, since he left,
nothing.

Sir Robert Cecil says...

Sir Robert plays
with paper houses.

We must play with fire.

The wind is out there
in the streets,

and it whispers "Essex."

Your majesty?

Princes rule best
by seeming to surrender.

I know I have said
he must come to me on his knees,

but we do not train thoroughbreds
to pull dray carts.

But to capitulate?

I do not think you
understand me, sir.

I give nothing,

but, for the peace
of the kingdom,

he must seem to be forgiven.

I am not gloriana
without the magic of his mirror.

It needs a pretext.

Tyrone has taken a fort
upon the Blackwater.

This is Earl marshal's
business.

See to it word is sent to him.

Then who is to go to Ireland?

That is why we meet.

Whoever goes is lost.

You stayed there
some time on your estates

and survived.

I had not the management
of the country.

No one who has that survives.

With a sufficient army,

the lord deputy could
win a great victory.

How big an army?

15,000,
20,000.

That is a big bait
for a commander.

Will mountjoy take it?

He has proposed,

but he has also opposed.

The office must be taken,
I think, by a man of stature

and military reputation.

You start before
we begin, milord.

Sir Robert, sir Walter.

Milords.

The lord deputy...

This appointment
can wait no longer.

Milord Essex, you had started.

Will you say again?

Your majesty, the lord deputy

must speak with authority
and presence.

He must be a commander
of known reputation

so that the very news
of his appointment

shall make the irish shudder.

But military prowess
alone is not enough.

He must have nobility.

Very well.
Then who, milord?

I have defined
the attributes required.

Yes. Leaving us
with only one name.

We see that you who write
the requirements

are the only one
who fulfills them.

I'm sorry. You confuse me
with this great honor.

I have been so keen
to have the post properly filled.

I never thought of it
for myself. Never.

Milords, we appoint
the Earl of Essex

lord deputy in Ireland.

I am honored and most grateful.

The matter is settled, milords.

Ireland.

I wish you luck, milord.

I would have gone myself.

And chain yourself
to his destiny?

You're a sly fellow, Robert.

It's mine, Henry.

Mine.

I am lord deputy.

Good God.

I can make you
a general, Henry.

Ireland's at our feet.

And you said the court
was the center of all.

I'm better with soldiers
than with courtiers.

This kind of world
is for small hunchbacked creatures,

for scratchy clerks.

We have a campaign, my boy.

Oh, God. You should have
seen their faces.

What did Cecil say?

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

He looked as if he'd swallowed
a sour apple.

Success.

Henry?

Ah, Essex goes to Ireland.

Oh?

He wants me to go, too.

And will you?

Well, the war could be fun,

but I gather
Ireland's rather dull.

No theaters, my love.

Henry.

Hmm?

I'm pregnant.

What?

I'm certain.

Then we must marry.

And she, she might...

We must marry in secret.

Yes, and the child is born,
and you are safe in Ireland.

We are safe now.

Essex will see to it.

But first we must marry.

I am so afraid.

When the queen finds out...

Look, she's a woman, too.

Oh, yes.

Yes. One that never
had a child

and never will...

And probably never could.

I must go.

Uh... I'll talk
to you soon.

God send me a good actor
for a priest.

What is she doing
all these months?

Essex has not yet
left for Ireland.

Has he got his commission?

On one day, yes.
On the next, no.

A book has come into her hands.

Why does she want to see me?

It's a history of Henry IV.

It's dedicated to milord Essex.

I know nothing of this.

You're a scholar, Francis.

She wants an expert opinion.

Oh, Francis, she's
translating ars poetica.

She's been at it for weeks.

It's very good.

Oh.

Yes.

Come in.

Ah, Mr. Bacon.

My work goes well.

Sir Robert told me.

My Latin has never left me.

I find it a great relaxation.

This book...

"History of Henry IV.

Printer...
John Hayward."

Dedication...
"my Lord Essex."

This book contains
a detailed description

of the deposition
of Richard II.

Read the preface.

Bottom of the page.

"Most illustrious Earl,

"with your name adorning
the front of our Henry,

he may go forth
to the public happier and safer."

Meaning, Mr. Bacon?

That the book
may be well received.

It could also mean

that had Henry IV had
the names and titles of milord Essex,

his right to the throne would
have been better recognized.

This book is treason.

It is history, your majesty.

King Richard was deposed.

Of all the history in England,
they choose this one incident?

The idea behind it is treason.

'Twould be hard to prove.

Then it must
be forced from him.

He must be charged
with treason.

"He"?

The printer...
Hayward.

Charge him with theft,

not treason, your majesty.

Theft?

He has stolen so much
from other authors.

Very pretty.

All writers are thieves.

I'm sorry, your majesty.

I thought...

Thought?

Done should be your wed,
milady tart.

Your majesty...

Get out.

She has used these rooms

for a brothel,
Mr. Bacon.

See how she swells
with the profit of her fornication?

God's death, get out!

I wish that book suppressed.

You will find me a legal cause.

Your majesty...

Good day, Mr. Bacon.

But when, man, when?

It is here now.

It is not signed.

Till it is signed, I'm lord deputy
of nothing.

She will sign it, milord.

Today? Next month?
Next year?

It has taken five
months already.

'Tis not well
to rush these things.

I can arrange nothing
until it is settled.

I must appoint a council
and officers.

Until I have it signed,
I can...

You will have it now, milord.

Give me the commission.

Your majesty.

Pen, sir.

There is your
commission, milord.

Read it well.

Ireland was never easy.

She has buried
many reputations,

but you will crush
these rebellions utterly,

and I will see
O'Neill's head on London bridge.

Your humble servant,
your majesty.

There is more.

You will not appoint sir Christopher
blount to your council...

Your majesty...

Nor the Earl of Southampton.

He is a lecher, milord.

But these are good men.

Good.

I trust them.

It is my trust that matters.

I thought I had that trust.

I look on you as myself.

I have not changed.

Milord, you must not return

unless we so order it.

You tie me
hand-and-foot.

Am I your servant
or your slave?

My slave.

It is the time, milord,

and it is our duty
that we must serve.

If I could choose,
it would be other.

Hmm.

I see you wear the ring.

Always, sweet lady.

Sweet Robin,

God go with you in Ireland.

He took it well.

Took.

He always takes.

They say he is
the world's wide wonder.

They are right,
Mr. secretary. Right.

Thousands there were.

A week, and they'd
still be passing.

And accolades himself...

The world's wide wonder.

I never saw the Earl.

He was sick, they said.

Aye, and he'll be sicker yet.

Jesus! We could
take them easy, so we could.

Easy, you say?

The battle of down,
how does it go now?

♪ Unequal they
engaged in battle ♪

♪ Foreigners
and the gael of Tara ♪

♪ Fine linen shirts
and the race of cahir ♪

♪ The English
in one mass of iron ♪

Them in iron, us in fine linen.

So we'll have no more gay-abandon
frontal attacks.

We'll play it our own good way.

Yes, but, uh...

Could we not
tickle them for a bit?

Aye, so we could.

They think us all
here in the south.

We'll let them think it.

There's enough here
to give them sport.

Sport?

That's how they see us...

So much good game
to be hunted down.

Until Ireland
fights war her own way,

she will not be free.

Their way is to make
a killing ground

and lead us to it.

So we avoid all grand battles

and pray that the rain rusts
their mass of iron.

We parlay and know
it wastes another of their days,

and we pray for rain, boys.

Rain... God's gift
to Ireland.

Gentlemen.

To our sovereign lady,

queen of England,
France, and Ireland.

The queen!

The queen! The queen!
The queen! The queen!

And now, gentlemen,
to matters of state.

Henry. Chris. My good mayor
has not been idle, gentlemen.

The strategic issues
are clear to me.

The south is full of rebels...

small, isolated bands.

To the west, rebellion
is poorly organized,

and O'Neill hides away
somewhere in the north.

I want your opinions.

My lord mayor.

We... that is to say,

my colleagues in office...

We feel you should go south.

Why?

If you go north first,

striking his main force,

you'll have these
smaller forces at your back.

Troops will have
to be left here to defend Dublin.

And why would O'Neill
do nothing if we attacked the south?

If he fights,

he fights on his own ground.

You've good towns in the south,

towns now threatened
which are loyal.

But O'Neill's in the north.

O'Neill's what we're here for.

Henry, these people live here.

Our task is to pacify
the country.

Milord mayor, you say

the forces in the south
are small.

Yes. I'm not
a military man,

but I would say it wouldn't
take more than a week or two.

Hmm. It takes time
to move 20,000 men.

I think you've only to march,

and the rebellion
will be crushed.

These country people
are easily frightened.

A parade of our strength.

Yes.

He's right, Chris.

We march south.

Aah!

"You march south

"while Tyrone is in the north.

"Why, milord?

"Why?

"You have made knights
against my orders.

"You harbor the Earl
of Southampton

"against my express command.

"My armies are wasted,
and you achieve nothing.

"I command you
return to Dublin.

"You shall not come to England

without my express warrant."

"Milord, we pay you
£1,000 a day

"to go unprogress.

"You send nothing
but complaint.

"You give us no victories,

"wander the roads " of Ireland.

"You march south while
Tyrone is in the north.

"Why, milord?

"Why?

"You have made knights
against my orders.

"You harbor the Earl
of Southampton

"against my express command.

"My armies are wasted,
and you achieve nothing.

"I command you
return to Dublin.

"You shall not come to England

"without my express warrant.

"You have only one duty...

"to crush the rebellion.

"Send me no more complaints,

"no more tales of your
hurt pride.

"With 3/4 of your men
in garrisons,

you have no power
to take Tyrone."

How does she know?

We've been spied upon
from the first.

The truth is worse.

I have not more than 4,000.

We're done for, then.

No! She will not
live forever.

We cannot take Tyrone.

But we could take England.

King James of Scotland
will give us his support.

We are in Dublin, Chris,
and I am sick.

We are all sick, Robert!

But we do not whimper
in a corner.

You have only to stand up
and give the call

and England will come running.

There still remains Tyrone.

Parley with him!

Parley?

As lord deputy,
you can pardon treason.

You've done so.

And who pardons me?

No one. You'll not
need a pardon, not then.

She sends me nothing
but abuse and rancor.

She wrings me with spite.

Then send word to Tyrone!

She must see she does me wrong.

I must go straight to England.

Pity.

I should have liked
to have seen Tyrone just once...

Before I face the gallows.

Aye, then, you shall.

You'll parley?

Yes.

And then?

We must see
what bargain can be struck.

With Ireland safe,

I am her prince alone.

Nothing!

It's a trick.

Await.

Look.

Lord Essex...

The high lord Hugh O'Neill
is waiting.

Tell him that I wait, too.

He bid you
meet him at the standard.

Alone.

No man with you.

I don't like it.

I risk nothing.

I agree to that.

No arms, no swords,
no small daggers.

He looks like a prince.

He is a prince.

Come on!

She calls him

her most famous rebel.

Which one?

Steady, Henry.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa.

It is ungracious,

but I feared a trap.

It is better that we talk here.

We can speak more freely, too.

That doesn't sound like a man

who would have my neck.

I need peace only.

Now, don't we all?

Don't the English
always want peace,

their kind of peace?

They never see that
they could have it,

if they left us alone.

You have no cause with Spain?

War is a great inconvenience.

It costs money.

I would take money
from the emperor of China

if he had it to give.

You don't think a grown man

enjoys this kind of
thing, do you?

It's putting years on me.

Now, I have
7... 8,000 men back there.

8,000?

Did you not know how many?

Ah, well, no.

The year creeps on.

You have a mind
to go to England, I hear.

Something with king James.

You hear strange tales.

Now, never mind.
Supposing I do?

You need an assurance
of my good behavior.

I'm sorry I can't oblige

with my head on a platter.

For me, that was never sought.

Ah, good soul.

Now, if I can have Ireland

and yourself the other place,

now, that would be
a brave condition.

I am the queen's lord deputy.

Aye. You must forgive me
for dreaming.

But to be practical, though,

I'll give you this
for nothing...

A six-week truce.

Six weeks?

Renewable, though,
indefinitely.

No trouble for six weeks...

Another truce.

As far as you're concerned,

it would be indefinite.

To you in England
in good stead, indefinite.

The queen would not accept it.

The queen?

Who's talking about
the queen, man?

She's as good as dead.

That is not true.

So that's the way of it.

What do you mean?

I thought you were free of her.

No, wait!

I will take the truce.

That's better.

Can we seal a treaty?

I'm a terrible lazy man
with a pen, milord.

Then...

Your hand.

Indeed.
I would give that any day...

To the conqueror of Cadiz.

We should be
better acquainted, milord.

Maybe we shall.

You will keep the truce.

If you remove the army,

there'll be nobody to fight,

renewable?

Look, I have
a great feast prepared.

Will you not come over?

Thank you, no.

I have not much time.

I like you, milord.

No horseman would leave
my camp ahead of yours.

I must get to England.

So the tales I heard
were not so strange.

Good day, milord.

Good day to you.

And as we say in Ireland...

May the path be straight

that's in front of you.

Hyah. Come on.

Hyah. Come on.

Milord.

Your majesty, I...

I had forgot the time.

I see you learn irish manners.

Milord, you are so cold.

I have won peace,

wanted with my own lips...

I'm deeply sorry.

Make more if it, and
you make it worse.

When I am dressed,
I shall hear it all.

Thank God I find
such sweet calm at home.

He burst into her room?

God knows where
the guards were.

Taking their ease.

I had word that he was coming.

You play with such fire.

She expressly told him
to stay in Ireland.

Now this.

Now this.

Why hate him so much?

That man would rule us all.

The crowds
who hail him as a hero

would be the first to suffer.

He would grow mighty
at every man's expense.

She did not send him away.

She told him to come back.

He has been at some devilment
with the scots.

Does the queen know?

Neh!

She's unguarded.
This is madness.

You do not see
how weak he is...

How fatherless...

How eager to lay a trophy
at her feet.

Supposing she falls
for the trophy?

No, she is wiser than that.

Besides, I have only
to whisper Scotland.

But in the end,
it must be king James.

Perhaps.

I say nothing to that.

The mention of his name
is a sentence of death.

The man who speaks it

points a dagger at her heart.

Pray God we all
survive these times.

In the time of heroes
and tyrants,

the true heroes
are the small men.

These garrisons then
reduced your force?

The loyal towns required them.

Our men were hostages
to their loyalty.

But could you not have marched
with a full army against Tyrone

and brought him down?

No. They don't observe
the common rules of war.

Ireland is not France or Spain.

By day, we'd scarce
see them at all.

Their main attacks
were always at night.

And the rain...
oh, God, the rain.

Yes.

So what have you achieved?

Peace.

O'Neill is disarmed, then?

He has accepted
my conditions of truce.

You were not sent
for truce, milord,

but to crush O'Neill.

He assures me of his loyalty.

To me, milord?

I would not have left
it I had any doubt of his word.

You have given knighthoods.

They were honors
given in the field.

I expressly forbade it.

You would've done the same.

You and I are not the same,
milord. I am the queen.

And I do nothing
but serve you, your majesty.

Your return.

I admit the fault,

but my aim was
to report success.

I wanted to be
the first to tell you.

If you wish me to
return to Ireland, I will leave...

No. You are here.
You shall stay here.

You are most gracious.

We must consider
how to treat your achievement.

What is it, milord?

Egerton?
Milord.

Thank God.

It's locked.
I can't get out.

On her majesty's orders.

Don't play the fool, man.
Open this door.

You are detained, milord.

Detained?

On what count?

I am sorry. I have
no further orders.

Egerton?

Egerton!

He's gone.

Oh, she can't mean it.

Oh, God!

What am I to do,
Mr. Bacon?

The mob brays his name.

He puts himself above me.

Who gave him leave
to return so soon?

He must be tried
for his disobedience.

By what court?

The star chamber.

It would be difficult,
your majesty.

The case
would be hard to prove,

unless you submit your policies

to a public scrutiny.

And he is popular,

especially here in London.

He has openly
disobeyed my orders.

He has not crushed
the rebellion

but has made some
gross intrigue with O'Neill.

He can no longer
be lord deputy.

He must leave my council,

and the people must know
of his insolence and incompetence.

Who is the monarch here?

There must be some device
to cut him down.

A trial might be
ill-advised.

Besides, he is too ill.

He is always ill
when he is out of favor.

I will not again
play guilty parent to his hurt child.

It shall go
to the star chamber.

A statement could be
read to the chamber

in his absence.

A statement of iniquities,

not a charge.

I don't think
he would challenge it,

and the burden of proof
would thus be avoided.

I take your advice,
Mr. Bacon.

There shall be no hearing.

Simply a statement.

I would have made
a fine lawyer.

And a good judge, your majesty.

Mmm.

Forquer!

Sir Robert,
what madness is this?

Madness, sir Walter?

I see none but yours.

He goes Scott free.

You had him pinned to the wall,

and you let him go.

The queen has done it, not I.

Who tells the queen?

It comes from her
and my cousin Francis.

He worked for Essex!

Did.

Maybe still does.

His life has been threatened.

And more, too, while milord
high and mighty

goes free with his
merry band of cutthroats.

He is done.
He is very sick.

The malice
in that man is constant.

No sickness or remedy
can purge it.

You have all distrusted me,

thinking me driven by jealousy,

but I know enemies long
before they show their colors.

I had his measure.

The queen is mad to let him go.

He has been deprived
of all office.

He is without any status.

Do you think
that will stop him?

He needs four thick walls.

Sir Walter, I'm obliged
for your advice.

Clerk!

It's no use!

It's all no use.

Mountjoy has agreed
to bring the army...

What mountjoy said
before he took Ireland

is neither here nor there.

He has Ireland now.

King James still believes us.

He's convinced
Cecil plots against him.

So then?

So we still invite his support.

We can manage without
the army from Ireland.

Men gather by the hundred
every day.

And all say Cecil
sold the succession to the spaniards.

They say that?

Since I whispered it
abroad, yes.

We talk, Chris. We talk, but
we haven't the means to action.

We have great support.

But no money!
Damn it, Henry!

Will you never understand?

I have but one source of income,
and I stand to lose it.

The monopoly on the sale
of wines was the last thing...

Afterwards you can have
anything you want.

But I need it now.

So he has once again written one
of his sweet, pleading letters.

"Haste paper
to that happy presence

whence only unhappy
I am banished."

I hope she pays you
by the line.

Let me write, Chris.

Another sweet
piece of invective.

No.

Scotland.

We must work out
a concerted plan.

Oh, damn!

Damn her!

I rode in triumph before her.

I laid the ashes
of Cadiz at her feet.

I pumped new blood
into her old veins.

She said nothing then.

I have created all,

and she takes all.

Write, man.

To our sovereign lord...

King James...

The sixth of Scotland...

They grow stronger every day.

He must be contained
for his own good.

For the country's good, man.

I tell you, if I
could have 10 men,

I'd kill him with my own hands.

He is strong in men
but weak in money.

Without his monopolies and the income
from his sweet wines, he has nothing.

What does that matter

if he has the city at his feet?

We are lost if he is not taken...
Taken.

Disarmed,
and under close escort

lodged in the tower.

We dare not risk it.

We cannot act in haste,
sir Walter.

If we do not act, we are lost.

We? We?

Who is for me?

We'll revoke
his monopolies all.

And arrest?

No.

I fear it will provoke him

to raise the city.

For his sake, sir Robert,

I pray God it will not.

I play no Richard II
to his bolingbroke.

Here, cousin.

Seize the crown.

Here, cousin.

On this side my hand
and on that side thine.

Now is this Golden crown
like a deep well

that holds two buckets
filling one another.

The emptier dancing in the air.

The other down, unseen,
and full of water.

The bucket down
and full of tears am I,

drinking my griefs,

whilst you mount up on high.

Is this it now?

Listen to king Richard.

I thought you had been
willing to resign.

My crown I am.

But still my griefs are mine.

You may my glories
and my state depose,

but not my griefs.

Still am I king of those.

Very good.

Part of your cares you
give me with your crown.

Your cares set up
do not pluck my cares down.

My care is loss of care
by old care done.

Your care is gain of care
by new care won.

The cares I give I have,
though given away.

They tend the crown.

Yet still with me they stay.

Ah! Yes.

Are you contented
to resign the crown?

Aye!

No.

No aye, for I must nothing be.

Therefore no, no,
for I resign to thee.

Now mark me how
I will undo myself.

I give this heavy weight
from off my head

and this unwieldy
scepter from my hand

and pride of kingly sway...

F-F-From out my heart

with mine own tears
I w-w-w...

Well done.

You must forgive us, milord.

We have not
done the play for some time.

Fashions change, my good Henry.

Thank you, my noble kings.

Thank you, milord.

Henry...

We have much to do.

She has cut me off
from her exchequer.

All she sends you
are conditions.

The men of the city
are waiting for our signal.

They are with us.

Her conditions are as crooked
as her carcass.

As crooked as her carcass?

Mmm.

'Twas like this, milords,

when my brother died...

waiting for the knock
on the door.

He is lost, ma'am.

He tried to raise the city,

but no one
would answer his call.

Where is he now?

At his house.

About 300 of them
entered the city,

milord Essex shouting,
"we were sold to the spanish infanta!"

But the men in the city
had no faith in him.

And when he turned
and they planned to come here,

they were stopped at ludgate,

blount was wounded,

and they scurried
back to his house.

It is over, then.

Shall I take him?

No, sir Walter.

Your place is here.

Milord keeper, take with you

some men of the guard

and the lord chief justice.

Take Knollys, too.

His own kin must arrest him.

Where shall we take him?

The tower, milord.

The tower.

Sir Robert.

Is there news from the tower?

No, your majesty.

No special plea?

No supplication?

No.

Hmm.

I cannot pardon him.

He would become the focus

of starving,
discontented beggars.

A ragged Robin inspiring another
ill-starred revolt.

It is not mercy
to keep mad dogs in kennels!

It must be done.

But the ax is enough.
No quarterings.

They shall not
butcher that body.

Tell me when it is done.

Oh, sir Robert,
the Earl of Southampton.

He is a young fool
with a fondness for the theater,

but he has no place
in this dramatic spectacle.

We pardon him
to life imprisonment.

Your majesty shows great mercy.

Oh, well...

He has the child
by that silly girl Elizabeth.

Go tell him
of his good fortune.

As for the other, nothing.

He is much changed,
your majesty.

Changed?

We are all changed.

Tell him...

Nothing.

Milords.

I have more confessions.

Get up.

Others are as guilty.

You have not arrested them.

They are greater traitors.

They deceived me
and lured me into this.

Your own guilt is enough.

No. They must
go with me.

Sir Charles Davis and cuff.

Henry cuff.
Come, sir Robert, write them down.

They mustn't escape.

Cuff is more guilty than all.

Mantejar, too...
he was in it,

and my sister, lady rich.

Yes, she is guilty.
She, too, has a proud spirit.

Take my sister. She has been as false
to me as to the queen.

Southampton will tell you.

The Earl does not go
to the Scaffold.

Well, I... I am
to be alone?

The only victim?

Milords, I beg you!

It cannot be in public.
I shall not be able.

It is to be done here
at the tower.

Then I thank God
my confessions have not been in vain.

Oh, sir Robert,
I beg your forgiveness.

Please?

You have it, milord.

I see far off,
like a great elm tree,

taller than any oak.

Elms grow a rotten center.

They fall, milords, suddenly.

Oh, I'm frightened,
milords, I'm frightened.

I will send a priest
to console you.

Remember my sister.

Don't let her get away.

Jailer.

Yes, milord?

This ring... take it
and see it reaches the queen.

I don't know about...

Oh, it is hers.

She gave it to me.

It's getting late.

Late? Aye, very late.

Find any way you can.

Please, man, I beg you.

I'll do what I can.

Good. Good.

I'm still her servant.

I've been misled.
She must see that.

Well, she is to blame, too.

Milord, you must
compose yourself.

Compose?

How?

I had so little hand
in my own making.

I... I was shaped
by... by the time.

Yes, by the time.

There is nothing of me
to compose.

I am pieces.

Sir Walter.

Sir Robert.

Will you stand so close?

I am captain
of the guard, sir Robert.

Besides, he may wish
to speak to me.

But it looks to some
as if you, uh, gloat.

Surely, we're past that.

Yes, but it would be better

if you were not so prominent.

As you wish.

My guard knows what to do.

No word?

None, milord.

She has forsaken me.

It seems so, milord.

It is not far.

I have spent 33 years
on this earth.

I've spent my time
in lust and wantonness

and unclean acts.

I've been puffed up
with pride and vanity

and love of this world's
pleasure.

My sins are numberless,

more in number
than the hairs on my head.

I beseech my savior
to pardon these, my sins,

and especially this last,
most heinous sin,

which has offended
my sovereign and the world,

and pray still
for the welfare of her majesty

whose death I protest
I did not seek.

I die neither atheist
nor papist,

and in that faith
to which I was born,

I bid you all to pray for me.

I shall be ready
when I stretch out my hands.

Lord, into thy hands
I commend my spirit.

What have you there?

You would not find them
good reading.

Oh?

No. They petition
against the giving of favors,

against the monopolies
at the queen's disposal.

They're hers by right.

These petitions come
from parliament.

Parliament? Are shopkeepers
to tell the queen what to do?

It is feared that the favors
enjoyed by the late lord Essex

will soon fall to others.

It is the queen's right
to bestow favors

upon those who are loyal.

On those who are loyal, yes.

You must excuse us.
Her majesty waits.

She'll do more than wait
when she knows your Errand.

I wish you well.

The fault has been mine.

It's your majesty's right.

No, sir Robert.

I have nourished proud men
at the expense of my people.

They are right to ask
for the ending of monopolies.

I think parliament fears
that the honors of lord Essex

will pass directly
to sir Walter.

We can afford no more
hollow heroes.

The commons will be
much relieved.

Ha ha ha ha!

This is not my father's time.

When we sit,
we are nearer the ground.

I will write a letter
to Mr. speaker.

No, sir Robert,
I will speak to the parliament.

We perceive your coming
is to present thanks to us.

Know I accept them
with no less joy

than your loves
can have desired

to offer such a present,

and do more esteem it
than any treasure or riches,

for those we know how to prize.

But loyalty, love,
and thanks...

I count them invaluable.

And though God
has raised me high,

yet this I account
the glory of my crown,

that I have reigned
with your loves.

Stand up.
I have more to say.

Touching upon monopolies,
Mr. speaker,

you must tell
the parliament from me

that I take it
exceeding grateful

that the knowledge
of these things

has come unto me from them.

Of myself, I must say this,

I was never a greedy,
scraping grasper

nor strict,
fast-holding prince,

nor yet a waster.

To be a king and wear a crown

is a thing more glorious

to them that see it,

than it is pleasant
to them that bear it.

And for my own part,

I would be willing
to resign the place I hold

to any other,

glad to be free
of the glory with the labor,

for it is not my desire
to live nor to reign

longer than my life and reign
shall be for your good.

And though you have had
and may have

many mightier and wiser princes

sitting in this seat,

you never had nor shall have

any who loves you better.

She is magnificent.

Before it goes out,
the candle always flares.

Has she spoken
of the succession?

Video et taseo.

Her motto.

I see but say nothing.

She must have an heir.

We must have an heir, cousin.

He is prepared.

Have you written to Scotland?

The horsemen are ready.

They will ride
on her last breath.

Then we shall have
to hold our breath, cousin.

Mmm.

No doctors. I wish
to die in peace.

I am not well.

Your majesty,
to content the people,

you must go to bed.

Little man,

the word "must"
is not used to princes.

I will stand.

Help me.

Oh, the fabric of my reign,

little by little,
is beginning to fall.

Leave us, my little snail.

For it is not my desire
to live nor to reign

longer than my life and reign

shall be for your good.

Imagination,

death...

It's all the same.

Awake, my boys,
you come too soon.

She always preferred the music

to the mass.

I told you, speak to no one.

Is she dead?

No.

What keeps her so long?

Keep your voice down.

She's hardly likely
to recover now, is she?

While she breathes,
you can be sure of nothing.

She's been standing
for 14 hours.

I am tied.

I am tied, and the case
is altered with me.

Not so fast, milord.

How long is it now?

Four days, your majesty.

I take good time.

Do the people love me?

Yes, your majesty.

They have been good company.

Your majesty,

the succession...

If it tires you to speak,

will you give a sign?

Is it to be
the king of Scotland?

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