Mary Queen of Scots

I will not be scolded by my inferior

Your inferior?

Are you afraid Henry?

Wise men servicing the whims of women

Ay, they are sisters

England does not look so different from Scotland

You would do well to watch your words

So put your skills to use

The Queen

We must make war in Scotland

Mary is our foe, we must never bow to her as we bow before you

How did the world come to this?

What is it like?

She's a woman with a clown

It is a clear provocation

But ruling side by side we must do so in harmony

not through a treaty drafted by men less than ourselves

My dear cousin, let our nations cherish each other as we would

Two kingdoms unite

You have the boldness to doubt my judgement?

She is only your queen if I should not produce an heir

To have a man?

With heaven's blessing we bring an heir to Scotland and to England

Do not play into their hands Our hatred is precisely what they hope for

I know your heart has more within than the men who council you