Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

May God have mercy on you both.
...apart from your obvious youth and beauty?
Your Grace, which one?
- From the king, Mistress Anne. - Open it.
I have to resort to evermore degrading...
She has petitioned the king...
And instead, become head of a new church...
It is the king's wish, and mine.
But in whose interest do they imagine she'll act?
They pleased me greatly.
I want a husband who loves me.
Katherine, queen of England, come to court.
Anne's sister.
- Anne. - Your Grace?
Why would you not?
Please.
...was with you in that room for half an hour...
I know you.
And what about Mary?
- Really, I beg you. - Sing.
I really do not know...
And tell me everything in the morning.
Breaking with Rome would isolate England politically...
This is not a request. We have been summoned.
Mother, hand me the child.
Away.
Last night, our father put his trust in me...
And yet you invite me here?
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He came early.
These are difficult times, Thomas.
Well, I'll try to remind myself of that while I'm in exile.
To divert the king.
Katherine of Aragon will never give Henry Tudor a son.
Tell me.
- How could he do this to me? - Anne, you need rest.
- Or what, uncle? - Enough.
And who are you?
Forever in the shadows.
Your Majesty.
It's Anne.
The ability to recognize his match in others...
...that the woman I'm replacing her with is beyond reproach.
...and admit my first marriage was consummated?
Generosity.
- What upsets the king upsets me. - How dare you?
...that this will be worth it...
Give you advice on what to do.
It will all pass when they see how he adores you.
Leave me.
Then bring her here. Now.
Well, now that Anne's back, you can be doubly jealous.
I'm making you uncomfortable again.
- Can you be sure? - One of her physicians.
He was tender, surprisingly so.
Katherine, queen of Peacocks, come to court.