Season 2 | The Mirror and the Light: Episode 2: Obedience

♪ ♪ CROMWELL: King's married again.

WOLSEY: Marriages work better than wars.

♪ ♪ We made a bargain with you, Cromwell.

We expect Mary to be restored to the succession.

HENRY: The Pole family schemes.

And at the very same hour, my own daughter defies me.

I promised her mother I'd look after her.

Why did you agree to it?

Why are you not afraid?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Wolsey whistles) Come out, dog.

(woman vocalizing) (paper rustles) So, Master Cromwell.

William Popley tells me I might find a use for you.

Where are you from?

Putney-- left when I was a boy.

Your father?

Blacksmith.

Ah!

At last!

A man born in a more lowly state than myself.

(chuckles) (woman vocalizing) What it is to serve a prince.

The wisest, gentlest prince in Christendom.

I'll not hear a word against Henry from any man.

Don't you think it's something about the English?

They cannot see a great man set up but they have to pull him down?

CROMWELL: It's not the English.

It's just people.

CAVENDISH: Do you think it's true?

The mistake was being too proud?

See, I remember when he used to say, "The King will do such and such."

And then it was, "We will do such and such."

Now it's, "This is what I will do."

No-- no.

The mistake was not freeing the King to marry Anne Boleyn.

This is a tactical retreat, not a surrender.

(woman vocalizing) Those two.

(chuckles): Will you come north?

CROMWELL: Mm-hmm, I'll come fetch you.

Soon as he summons you back.

And he will.

♪ ♪ (exhales) God bless you, mine own entirely beloved Cromwell.

(woman vocalizing) Thomas?

When I'm gone.

(exhales) (woman vocalizing) I know.

I know what people are saying.

That I'm working for myself now.

That I've been bought out.

If you came and spoke to him, any doubts that he had...

I'm needed here.

To protect him.

To persuade the King.

He likes me, George.

I feel it.

And when I have his ear, the Cardinal will be recalled, I promise you.

(woman vocalizing) MORE: "I swear to be a true and faithful councilor "to the King's Majesty as one of his Highness's Privy Council."

I swear to be a true and faithful councilor to the King's Majesty as one of his Highness's Privy Council.

WOLSEY (weakly): Thomas.

He's coming, my lord.

(breathing weakly) Where... Where is he?

You know Cromwell, my lord.

If he says he'll come, he'll be here.

(woman vocalizing) "I shall not know or understand of any manner of thing to be attempted against His Majesty's person."

I shall not know or understand of any manner of thing to be attempted against His Majesty's person.

(woman vocalizing) (woman vocalizing) (case opens) (woman vocalizing) ♪ ♪ (dance music playing) Go on, Call-Me, go on.

(men chuckling) Go on.

(music continues) (solo instrument begins new piece) (dance music ends, new piece continues) (solo instrument continues) (dancers stepping in rhythm) (band joins soloist) (piece continues) (piece continues) (chuckling, murmuring) (piece continues) (guests gasp, laughing) (cheering and applauding) (laughing) (guests cheering, whistling) (shouts): Long live the King!

(guests cheer) WOLSEY: We understand princes are not like other men.

They have to hide from themselves so they're not dazzled by their own light.

Henry will take the credit for all your good ideas, and you the blame for his bad ones.

When fortune turns against you, you will feel the lash.

I know this.

I created him.

(music playing, dancers stepping and clapping in rhythm) (music continues) (chuckles) Too old for such games.

Disguises.

Well, their astonishment was complete, Your Majesty.

No other prince in Europe could have carried off such a subterfuge.

(chuckles) (chuckles) (music continues) Your Majesty, Lady Mary's return to court... (breathing heavily): Let her remain at Hunsdon for the present.

(music and dancers continue) News of her capitulation should have time to reach Europe.

And I want to see evidence of her supposed obedience before she returns.

(music and dancers continue) Draw up a list of suitors.

We should find a prince for her before her bloom fades entirely.

(music and dancers continue) My niece Lady Margaret should also look to a marriage.

She is a great prize, being now so near the throne.

Make a note.

(music and dancers continue) (exhales) (music and dancers continue) FITZWILLIAM: Good luck with that, Crumb.

Finding a foreigner we can trust for either of them.

Or pick an Englishman, and then, Christ, the pretension in one family.

And the resentment in all the others.

Sir, I am going to Whitehall.

(music ends) (guests talking in background) FITZWILLIAM: Do you trust him?

Gardiner's pupil.

(scoffs): You don't trust anyone, do you?

(metal clinking) (guests talking in background) We all need second chances, Fitz.

(chuckles) CROMWELL: The drawings for Holbein, Christophe?

Yes, master.

Thank you.

Come.

HOLBEIN: Now you are a lord, you wish me to paint you again?

No, I'm content with what you did before.

I thought I'd have a whole wall of portraits.

Past Kings of England.

How far do you wish to go back?

Back before Harry who conquered France.

You wish to include those that were murdered?

If there's room.

Ah.

When you come home from the court, they will greet you.

They will say, "God bless you, Thomas."

(speaking German) No, uh, wait.

I want to send a gift to Lady Mary.

I thought perhaps... (murmurs) ...a, a ring engraved with proverbs praising obedience.

(footsteps approaching) WRIOTHESLEY: Sir, sir, I have make... HOLBEIN: Why not a pendant instead?

Or a, a medal?

You could get in more good advice that way.

A ring is more of a... A promise, isn't it?

Well... Give it some thought.

Now you are a rich man, I charge you rich man's rates.

(chuckles) (footsteps retreating) Sir, sir, I have made pressing inquiries among Lady Margaret's folk.

Why?

Why, well, I have been sure this long while that there is something amiss with her.

Her, um, furtive manner, as if she's afraid some mischief might be found out.

And also, I've noticed in your company that she seems to... (stammers): You, you thought the ladies were passing secret signs to each other.

(chuckles) Yes, you laughed at me.

(chuckling): I did.

What have you found out?

Don't tell me it's some secret love... Who is it?

I questioned the Lady Margaret's chaplain and her men Harvey and Peter and the boys who see to her horses.

They were not shy to speak.

Who is it?

Norfolk's half-brother.

Thomas Howard the Lesser.

I am told he fancies himself a poet.

He signs himself "Your man, Tom Truth."

(chuckles) Sir.

This is Norfolk needing to find a new way to the throne.

How could she have contrived to be alone with him?

They must have had some help.

Oh, yes, I'll leave the women to you, sir.

We'll talk to Lady Margaret first.

How?

How are you informed?

By your own people.

And what have the servants told your lordship?

I was informed that Lady Margaret had resorted to the company of a gentleman.

Well, whatever you think, you're wrong, so don't look at me like that.

Like how, my lady?

As if I were a harlot!

Because I tell you, Thomas Howard and I are married.

CROMWELL: Married?

In every way, married.

So, you're too late-- it's all done.

CROMWELL: I hope not.

But when you say, "In every way married," I and Mr. Wriothesley here, we cannot guess what you mean.

Will you not sit, my lady?

I do well on my feet, Lord Cromwell.

Let's set the facts down.

You have no right to cast doubt upon my word.

Take me to see my uncle the King.

You're better off with me, my lady, in the first instance, since you and Lord Thomas have pledged yourselves without the King's permission or knowledge.

WRIOTHESLEY: The date of your pledge was?

What does the date matter?

(pen scratching) I've loved Lord Thomas a year and more.

You cannot part us when we are joined by God.

My Lady Richmond here will bear out what I say.

She knows all-- had it not been for her help, we should never enjoyed our bliss.

WRIOTHESLEY: You kept watch for them, my lady?

Witnessed their pledge?

No.

CROMWELL: So, no one was in fact present when these words were spoken.

(pen scratching) But I do have a witness.

Mary Shelton stood outside the door.

Outside?

Mm, you can't really call that a witness, can you?

Well, you exchanged gifts, yes?

He has given me a ring.

A ring is not a pledge.

Now, you told me that Lord Thomas visited you in the Queen's chambers.

So, over the months, in that very popular, busy place, you were drawn into some conversation.

Lord Thomas, who admires you-- quite naturally-- he said, "My lady, "if you were not far, far above me "and intended by the King for some great prince, I swear I would beg for..." Yes, that is exactly how it was, Lord Cromwell.

Is it?

"I would beg your hand in marriage."

Now, you said-- of course you did-- "My lord, I am forbidden you.

"I see your pain, but I cannot assuage it."

No!

No, you are wrong.

We are pledged.

You will not part us.

For the love of Christ, sit down, Meg.

He will not... And try to comprehend what the Lord Privy Seal is telling you.

He is trying to help us.

He cannot part what God has joined.

Yes, and I'm sure Lord Cromwell has been told that before.

Hm-- we have to ask ourselves, don't we, Lady Margaret, what marriage is.

It's not just vows, is it?

It's bed-work.

If there'd been promises, and witnesses, and then bed, you are fast married.

Your contract is good.

You will be called Mistress Truth, and you will live with the King's extreme displeasure.

What form that will take, I can't tell.

My uncle will not punish me.

He loves me as he loves his own daughter.

As he loves his own daughter?

(voice trembling): No, no, my marriage is not a crime.

Not yet, but I'm sure it will be.

Meg.

Nothing occurred between you and Lord Thomas of an unchaste nature.

You will say that and you will stick to it.

You have a good counselor in your friend, Lady Margaret.

(breathes deeply) WRIOTHESLEY: Well, I, I certainly wouldn't like to be in Norfolk's shoes.

No?

(bell ringing in background) First his niece disgraces him, and now his half-brother.

Mm-hmm.

You could easily pull him down now, if you wanted to.

(horse knickers) CHRISTOPHE: Careful, master.

Sir, Norfolk will never be your ally.

Work his discredit now with the King, my lord.

Destroy him.

The chance, it, it may not come again.

Those are not my methods, Call-Me.

And I'd beware of putting the King in a killing vein, if I were you.

Hup!

HENRY: She defies me!

(men murmuring) Giving herself to the first man who writes her a verse!

Giving what was mine to give!

And Norfolk and these knave Howards.

I'll warrant our Tom Truth was not so passionate before my niece stepped closer to the throne.

This whole business must be kept... (men talking quietly) (voice lowering): This whole business must be kept quiet.

I want no repeat of what happened to the Queen as was, a royal lady before a public court.

Europe will be scandalized.

Choose some neater way.

♪ ♪ Riche is drafting a bill in Parliament, so there'll be a, a formal process.

I shall speak to the ladies who were in attendance at the time.

As for Truth, draw up a charge of treason against him.

I want it recorded in the indictment that he was inspired by the devil.

♪ ♪ Unless, of course, it was our lord of Norfolk.

One of his little schemes.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (pounds) ♪ ♪ JANE: Anne had a lot of clothes.

I remember sewing this one in.

You remember Master Secretary, sister.

Although he is now Lord Privy Seal.

Instead?

As well, my lady.

JANE: It is he who does everything in England.

I never understood that until one of the ambassadors explained it to me.

He says the King will flog him on to work until, one day, his legs go from under him, and he rolls in a ditch and dies.

Well, until that happy day, Majesty, I have a request for you, which perhaps you will not like.

I must invite the ladies who served the late Queen back to the court.

I have questions concerning the alleged marriage of Lady Margaret Douglas.

BESS: Jane, you don't want Lady Rochford near you, surely?

She's a traitor's wife, and she joined with the Boleyns in mocking you.

I wonder the King would ask such a thing of you.

Well, he doesn't.

The King never does an unpleasant thing.

Lord Cromwell does it for him.

CROMWELL: The King wants to know about Lady Margaret.

LADY ROCHFORD: No, he doesn't.

Why would he want to know his niece is ruined?

I mean, one must pity him.

His friends cuckolding him, his daughter defying him, his niece contracting herself in marriage without his permission.

And you, using him so roughly.

(chuckles) How roughly?

I gave the King what he asked for.

Yes.

I wonder, will he ever forgive you for it?

I urge you, Lady Rochford, to forget all this.

Be jocund, pleasant.

Adapt yourself to the new Queen, or you'll be sent away again.

I suppose he can do the deed with Pasty Jane, can he?

I don't envy her these nights.

Anne said it was like being slobbered over by a mastiff pup.

(shudders) (keys jangling) (lock turns, door opens) (hinges creak) Thank you, Martin.

♪ ♪ Sir.

GUARD (in distance): Quiet there!

Mm-hmm.

"She knoweth my love of long time meant.

"She knoweth my truth, nothing is hid.

"She knoweth I love in good intent, as ever man and woman did."

"Nothing is hid."

Would you go on, Mr. Wriothesley?

I cannot.

It's not the handwriting, it's very good.

It's just, it's just my tongue.

It just refuses to do it.

(Wriothesley clears throat) "What helpeth hope of happy hap when hap "will hap "unhappily?

"And thus my hap my hope has turned Clear out of hope into despair."

Pause there.

It sounds, if I'm not misunderstanding you, that you're willing to declare yourself even at the risk of a rebuff.

I do not know if I wrote this verse.

You forgot it?

As any, as any man of sense would, but in the fifth stanza there, you write, "Pardon me.

Pardon me, your man, Tom Truth."

Which you rhyme, unfortunately, with "growth."

WRIOTHESLEY: The Lady Margaret tells us that there are witnesses to this pledge.

(breath trembling) You need not reply in verse.

I know what you do, Cromwell.

But the King will not permit you to ill use a gentleman.

I would not try my Lord Cromwell's patience.

He once broke a man's jaw with a single blow.

Believe me, my lord, we understand your situation.

You are of a great family, a great family, but you younger Howards are kept poor.

Being of exalted blood, you cannot soil your hands with any occupation.

Do you understand, Christophe?

So, you say to yourself, "Here I am, I'm a man of great quality, "I, I...

But I'm penniless.

"No one regards me, "other than to confuse me with my elder brother.

"I know what I'll do.

"I'll marry the King's niece.

"That'll pay.

"Because odds-on, then, I'll be King of England one day."

You see, I wonder who might have put that treacherous rhyme into your mind.

(inhales) (breath trembling) ♪ ♪ Empty-handed.

I remember when you used to bring us ladies cakes.

But that was before you were so busy.

It was you I brought them for.

And when the Queen was displeased with you, she'd throw them on the floor.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ You wanted to see me.

Hm.

My ladies say that if a, a wife does not take pleasure in the act, then she will not get a child.

Is that true?

Perhaps you should consult with your lady mother, Your Grace?

Or one of the dames at court here might advise you?

They have forgotten-- they are old.

Your lady sister, then?

She has two fine infants.

Bess put heart into me, she said, uh, "Say an Ave, Jane, and the King will soon spend."

She says she did not take pleasure in her own marriage bed.

With her late husband, it was like a military maneuver.

Brisk.

(both laughing) He did not beat the drum, I hope?

(laughs): No.

But she always knew when he was on his way.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, the infants will come when they will, she says, pleasure or not.

Perhaps I should not have asked you.

If you are going to the King now, you'll see that he is wearing his Turkish costume again.

He does not feel he wore it enough at the festivities.

Try to be surprised when you see him in his costume.

(laughs) (people talking, laughing in background) (steps, snaps fingers) Ah-ha.

(conversations stop) Well, I was hoping to astonish you, but I see the Queen has prepared you.

I don't think she meant to spoil it, sir.

You don't think I've married a fool, do you?

She seems not to understand even ordinary things.

The Queen is of that chastened spirit, sir, that never presumes to understand her betters.

I believe the ambassadors think she is plain.

Chapuys is no judge of women.

Why have I sent for you?

Your lady sister has written from Scotland, begging that her daughter Lady Margaret's life might be spared.

My niece is a shame and a disgrace.

I ask myself, sir, when a word is given lightly, in haste, by a young person, and under the intoxication of love... ...does God in his wisdom not wink at such a promise?

There are great lords and rash young women who have cause to be grateful to you, my Lord Cromwell.

(people talking in background) (chuckles) Ah.

I, um...

I wanted to ask Your Majesty's permission that I might give this to the Lady Mary.

(people talking in background) "In praise of obedience."

Very apt.

And do you think my daughter will take the point?

(chuckles) "Obedience."

You'd be better giving this to my cousin Pole, who has been called to Rome, I hear.

The Pope has charged him to lead a crusade against me-- he is to visit the French court and stir them into action.

The French will do nothing for him.

He is a traitor.

And an ingrate.

And I want him dead.

Means can be found.

In Italy, wherever Pole goes, my people follow.

Do what you must.

You know, I like this so much, I think I will give it to Mary myself.

You can find something else, can't you?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (fire crackling) ♪ ♪ I am hoping you bring news of my return to court, my lord.

The King suggests you join him after the Queen's coronation, my lady.

Why?

I don't understand.

I signed your paper.

Why must I still be shut up here?

When you return, you shall have everything that was promised.

Be patient, Mary.

You're not uncomfortable here, I hope?

(scoffs) When is it to be?

The coronation?

After All Hallows.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps there will be no coronation until after the Queen is with child.

(fire crackling) Meanwhile, I hear I am to be married.

No doubt you are considering the Duke of Orléans or Dom Luís of Portugal.

It is not your wish to be married?

It is not.

But I have promised to obey.

(door closes in distance) (footsteps echoing) (sniffs) I would like a child.

Of my own.

But I am my mother's daughter.

What hopes can I have when so many of my brothers and sisters failed to thrive?

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Rafe.

(conversation stops) What is it?

♪ ♪ Outside.

♪ ♪ (dogs barking in distance) Tell me.

Sir, I cannot think how this has happened, but it seems that someone has taken letters of yours, or memoranda which were-- this would never have occurred when I oversaw your desk.

I assure you, there is nothing that leaves this house that shouldn't.

Every household has traitors.

For God's sake, what?

Chapuys has possession of some information.

He says that the King has promised the Lady Mary in marriage.

To you.

WRIOTHESLEY: Yes, someone has stolen sundry letters between you and the King's daughter, and they were warm in tone.

Does the King know?

Well, if he does not, he is the strange exception, for the rumor is everywhere.

We warned you, sir, here, in this garden.

You said you made her mother a, a promise.

Well, now it comes home to you.

He cannot believe that I would seek such a match.

It is a potent weapon, sir, for your enemies to turn against you.

Many believe that the husband of Lady Mary will be King one day.

And... Don't go on spelling it out and spelling it out, Riche.

Any man who offers himself to wed her stands in a treasonable light.

This is my uncle's reward for his kindness.

That...

He saved her, and now they say he did it to serve himself.

(bird cawing) Ah, Thomas.

A glass of this excellent Rhenish!

Put it on a sponge.

I'll have it when I'm nailed above London.

I hear I am to be married.

My dear Thomas, do you believe I would say such a thing of you?

(exhales) It would lead to your murder by the noble lords of England, and then I should have to deal with the Duke of Norfolk as chief minister.

(chuckles) Uh, but, yes, uh, the rumor is that the King means to bestow his daughter on an Englishman, and has chosen you.

He has not, he will not, he could not.

He'd rather see Mary dead.

He would have killed her.

You know that, don't you?

We saved him from a terrible crime.

I have only reported what I have heard from honorable and good men.

You cannot hang me for that.

(laughs) No, but ambassadors have been murdered in the street before.

I, I only report what I've heard from honorable and good men.

Oh, the age of persuasion has ended, I think.

We've entered an age of coercion.

Hm.

Be careful, Thomas.

(fire crackling) I'm going to Shaftesbury.

To see Dorothea.

Hm.

(water sloshing) It's laughable.

You, the second man in the church, and me, who I am, kept waiting like this.

(chuckles) (Cromwell chuckles) This place was founded by King Alfred, Christophe.

These nuns, very rich.

(footsteps approaching) So, you have come yourself, Lord Cromwell.

You know my face, madam?

One of the gentlemen of the district has a portrait of you.

Keeps it on display.

Did the painter do me justice?

He did you charity.

But you will want to get on.

You claim to have come to see Sister Dorothea, I think?

(bells ringing) Why is Richard Riche here?

(bells stop) I understood his business is with houses of lesser value.

We like to keep our figures current.

I give you warning.

And you can carry the warning to the King.

I will not surrender this house.

Not this year, not next, nor any year this side of heaven.

The King has no thought of it.

So, this really is the reason you've come.

Well... (exhales) Very well.

Wolsey's daughter.

♪ ♪ (woman vocalizing) (woman vocalizing) (woman vocalizing) ♪ ♪ (woman vocalizing) How do you, madam?

(woman vocalizing) I have brought gifts.

(woman vocalizing) (woman vocalizing) ♪ ♪ I saw you once when you were a little child.

You won't remember me.

I'm told you wish to continue in this life, but I think you were very young when you made your vows.

So I can be dispensed?

You're free to go.

Go?

Where?

(chuckles): Anywhere you wish.

You are welcome in my house.

Live with you?

When Anne Boleyn came down, we believed true religion would be restored.

True religion was never left off.

We hear the sacraments are to be put down and that all monks and nuns will be dispersed.

(chuckles) Dame Elizabeth is sure the King will take our house in the end.

Then how would we live?

There are no such plans.

But if they were to occur, you would be pensioned.

Having, having met your abbess, I'm sure she would bargain hard.

What would we do without our sisters in religion?

We cannot go back to our families if our families are dead.

Or even if they're alive, they might not want us.

Dorothea, you are imagining harms that will never touch you.

You have all your life before you.

Clancey left me here under his name, but everybody knew I was Wolsey's daughter.

It was not my choice to come, but no more is it my choice to leave.

I do not wish to be turned out to beg my bread.

I will make you an annuity, or I will find you suitors, if, if you could like marriage.

Marriage?

The bastard daughter of a disgraced priest with no looks?

Trust me, you're a very lovely young woman.

Once you have clothes and ornaments-- I know the best merchants.

And I know the fashions.

I am sure your eye is expert.

Or if you will consider me, I could myself...

I will marry you, mistress, if you'll have me.

I am, uh, uh...

I'm not sure you know this, but I am, a long time, I'm a widow.

I lack the graces of person, but I am rich.

(chuckles): Likely to grow richer.

I have good houses, you'd find me generous.

I would like to have more children.

Or... (stammers) Yes, or, or not.

As, as, as you wish.

If you want a marriage in name only, so that you have a place in the world, for your father's sake, I will, I will...

In name only?

Are, are you offering to marry me or not?

All I mean is that you are alone in the world, and so am I.

For your father's sake, I would cherish you.

And who knows?

In time, you might grow fond of me.

Or, if not, then you have a home and a protector, and I...

I would not ask anything more of you.

It is true you have everything to commend you, if you were a buyer and I were for sale.

You have money to buy any article, thanks to my father, who gave you your start in life.

It was he who brought you to the King's notice, wasn't it?

With the result that we see.

Yes.

Dorothea, tell me, what is it you need to make yourself safe and comfortable?

Forget, please, just forget that I ever spoke of marriage.

There's still a way through this, even if you find my person defective.

Your person is not defective.

At least, not so defective as your nature and your deeds.

I see-- I see.

I think it is my religion you do not like.

I love the gospel.

I follow it, I will always follow it.

Your father understood that.

My father understood everything.

He understood you betrayed him.

When my father was in exile and forced to go north, he wrote certain letters out of his desperation to have the King's favor again, letters begging the King of France to intercede for him.

You saw to it that those letters reached the Duke of Norfolk.

You put upon them an evil construction, which they should never have borne.

And Norfolk put them into the hand of the King, and so the damage was done.

You are much mistaken.

You had your men in my father's household in the North.

Do you deny it?

They were there to help him, to...

They were there to spy on him, to provoke him into rash statements, which your master, the Duke, then shaped into treason.

Jesus, you think Norfolk is my master?

I was servant only to your father-- who told you this?

How long have you believed this?

I have always believed it.

And always shall, whatever denial you make.

So if I brought proof that you're wrong, written proof that you are... Forgery is among your talents, I hear.

You hear too much, and you listen to the wrong people!

You are angry.

Innocence is tranquil.

Yes, but if you, you, you...

If, if... (stammering) Pardon me, but if you have this fixed opinion, and you hold onto it dis..., regardless of evidence, or regardless of reason, how am I to oppose it?

I would swear on something...

I would know you were a perjurer.

I have been told, by those I trust, there is no faith or truth in Cromwell.

When those you trust abandon you, Dorothea... ...come to me.

I loved your father next to God.

I will never refuse you.

Take this with you.

These books, whatever they are.

(woman vocalizing) (woman vocalizing) (sobs) (crying silently) (woman vocalizing) (inhales) (woman vocalizing) (footsteps approaching) Master?

(breathes softly) Master?

Are you well, my lord?

You don't, uh... (sniffs): You don't think I betrayed... ...betrayed the Cardinal, do you, Riche?

Never crossed my mind.

(woman vocalizing) You didn't, did you?

Don't know.

I should have gone up to Yorkshire with him, I think.

I should have been with him when he died.

I shouldn't have let the King get in my way.

(bells ringing) My lord... ...the King is not in our way.

He is our way.

(bells continue) ♪ ♪ CROMWELL: Is it true?

♪ ♪ Who could have convinced her I betrayed her father except her father himself?

No, I cannot believe that.

Surely, he knew your devotion.

I always thought so.

I pulled down the men who insulted him.

I married them to crimes they could barely imagine.

I held George Boleyn when he wept, called on Jesus.

I heard the boy Smeaton whimpering, crying for mercy behind the locked door, and I made to go down and free him.

And then I thought, "No, boy, now it's your turn to suffer."

I put myself in hazard for my master in every way-- my house, all I had.

If I ever treated with Norfolk, it was only to speak for the Cardinal.

I didn't like Thomas Howard then and I don't like him now.

I was never his man and never will be.

You counseled me.

You said, "Let the Cardinal go."

Now he's prized away from me, whether I will or no.

You can persuade the quick, Rafe, to think again.

How do you remake your reputation with the dead?

♪ ♪ NORFOLK: In the north parts, they use your name to terrify their children.

LADY ROCHFORD: If Mary is here with us, she cannot be taken by the rebels.

Lord Cromwell's head is their chief demand.

(blade sings) York has fallen.

Have you told the King?

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