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Wait for me.
The failure to provide a male heir has consumed them.
The queen no longer bleeds.
I've saved some money.
It was very satisfactory.
That can't have been easy for you.
The inner sanctum.
You. You have changed.
I will take care of Mary and the child.
My milk-and-honey sister.
But she's lying-in with a certain child in her belly.
Something only the king can decide.
- I can't listen, it's monstrous. - Mary.
It should be you in my place.
Shall I walk with you?
Master Cromwell, read out the indictment.
My lord, how have I offended you?
My own sister.
It's Mistress Boleyn, Your Grace. Her stories of life at the French court.
- Singing then, surely? - No, Your Majesty.
A beautiful healthy girl.
...there ever was.
Everyone improves the standing of their family with their daughters.
For my good?
But with no man to hold on to...
Good morning, Anne.
You are advised not to do so again.
It'll be a wedding attended by the king of England...
Uncle.
...your verdicts will be judged by God in the greatest court of all.
If this gets out, it will damage her. Her reputation will be ruined.
And was he satisfied?
And what would you know of great men?
Stop it. Anne, it's madness.
- I beg you, have mercy on me. - You witch.
A mistress gave a man a bastard. No more.
...and she must be clean.
- Poetry, perhaps? - No.
It would have ruined your prospects forever.
I did it as a peace offering between us...
If I do not produce a son, who will help me?
But for the sake of the child...
My lord.
Is it true?
...will be free to remarry.
No, no, no!
Must I actually marry her?
A gift from the king.
- There's no blame in that. - No.
Anne.
How can you show your face in here?
And you're here in the king's bed...
How dare he?
You don't wish you'd married someone grander? With a title?
Mistress Boleyn is reading our fortunes.
William, their eldest son.
And because I believe, perhaps mistakenly...
The king and his retinue will spend two nights here next month.
Take care now.
Anne understands nothing. She's just a child.
I think you've earned that privilege.
Not if you rack me to within an inch of my life.
Of course you must marry her. Have you no pride?
...that his prior betrothal to you was actually consummated.
Everything depends upon it.
You'll show me it was worth my while.
Appointed by His Majesty the king.
... and my son.
...but by allowing the men to believe that they, indeed, are in charge.
Only God knows how anything will end.