- That's it, on the table.
Quick, quick, quick.
- You sit and give me no argument.
For once.
Now.
Master Secretary's sister.
No, forgive me, forgive me.
You lost your sister Bette the same time my own lovely sister died.
Oh no.
Oh no, no.
There, there.
The invaluable Master Sadler I know.
Who do we have here?
- This is my nephew, Richard, and this is my son, Gregory.
- You have a fine build, Richard.
I'd like to see you in the tiltyard.
You should carry our colors in the joust.
And you, Master Gregory, you are a very fine young man too.
Have you not noticed, Master Secretary, the older we get, the more lovely the girls become?
- 80 will have its advantages then.
- Give over, sir, you are no age.
- 45 in June.
- I'm glad to have seen him.
- Is he what you hoped for?
- [Woman] I hadn't thought him so tender.
- He's so splendid.
How do you manage to speak to him every day?
- 45, he looks well past that.
