Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've read enough books and heard enough talk...
He doesn't want to hear a word. He won't even talk to me.
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You would be wise to regard this as an opportunity.
But, Thomas, she's your first born, and your favorite.
Anything to ease your comfort or well-being?
The charge is that in the 28th year of the reign of our sovereign Henry...
My reputation and prospects will be ruined.
Out of the question?
He got up in the middle of the night and used a pisspot...
Oh, Lord.
Look at us. Forever reduced to meeting in secret like this...
...I will happily depart to my shame and dishonor...
Come, George, let's leave our sister. She needs to make herself pretty.
You must believe me.
Usually, my instincts are sharp.
And for what? That she may be traded like cattle...
He hates himself in the morning.
If he liked me, I'd be married off to a duke.
You don't think he'll miss court? A young ambitious man.
He says not, Your Majesty.
You are to entertain the king...
Still shut, keep them shut. Careful, careful.
A generous lie.
I have been a true, obedient wife.
Sir Thomas.
But as long as we remain unmarried...
Do we...? Do we lose you now, forever?
- Why don't you just admit it? - Enough!
My life depends on it.
Except sing your praises and talk about my husband.
I desire nothing more.
What about Anne?
You heard me.
Why would I be pleased?
Really? Well, you must show me how you did that some time.
Oh, God. He was in rather a hurry.
The queen has lost yet another child, a boy.
Really? William Carey, a good lover.
That's easy for you to say.
...with all the greatest lords of the land.
Why does the king give Rome such power?
Or would you rather leave everything to Mary?
Now go to France. The queen of France is sophisticated.
...and mother of the heir to the throne.
But if Mary could give him a child, and that child could be a boy...
You look... You look adequate.
We're not gambling, Your Grace.
...when I am his queen and give him a son.
But if he ever changed his mind...
I could be a happy duchess.
Your daughter. Where is she?
He continues to stare.
...the king has asked you here is because he desires you.
No, let me decide that. Allow me hope.
My lady.
Perhaps, but since it can never come to...
One learns how to decipher a face. And yours is as the sun.
- No, my lord. - You cursed, evil witch.
Scholars and philosophers, my lord, escaping persecution.
Now that Mary is lying-in, the king will no longer bed her.
Beloved of the people, and beloved of a king...
But with your sister...
The queen may yet give birth to a son.
Well, what would you have me do?
Yes, of course. Of course, Your Majesty, thank you.
She's not miscarried.
...save my sovereign...
Please. Please, I beg you, spare me.
Yes.
You fetch my brother and sister, will you?
What alternative is there? Katherine is my wife.