Henry VIII and His Six Wives

Henry VIII:
Wait, Anne. Only wait.

Anne Boleyn:
Ah, then farewell to my young looks!

Thomas Cromwell:
Your Grace.

Henry VIII:
Whom can a man trust in this world when there is nothing real in it?

[showing Cromwell a miniature portrait of Anne of Cleves]

Henry VIII:
Is this a true likeness?

Thomas Cromwell:
Yes, sire, I think.

Henry VIII:
Where are the great pits in her face?

Thomas Cromwell:
She has a queenly manner, I think, sire.

Henry VIII:
I like her not!

[shoving and shaking Cromwell]

Henry VIII:
She is nothing fair and I like her not!

Thomas Cromwell:
It lies within my power to make Your Majesty still more prosperous yet.

Henry VIII:
But how would I ever reward you, Crom? You have it all: the Privy Seal, the Garter, Vicar General, the earldom of Essex and Lord Chamberlain. What more could I do for you?

Thomas Cromwell:
Your Grace might box my head at times.

Henry VIII:
[gives a huge laugh and playfully slaps Cromwell on the face] That would not be seemly. But I'm keeping his Lordship from his business.

Thomas Cromwell:
[Walks into the council chamber] You were in a great hurry gentlemen to begin without me"

Norfolk:
[as Cromwell is about to take his seat at the council table] Cromwell, do not sit there. There is no place for you, traitors do not sit with gentlemen.

Thomas Cromwell:
[mumbles] I'm no traitor. [flings down his cap in rage and screams in a loud voice] Upon your conscience, am I a traitor? [tries to run out of the chamber but the guards seize him] Let me speak to the King!

Norfolk:
[the guards fling Cromwell up to the table facing Norfolk] No, Cromwell, but by your own law that no man accused of treason may attend his grace. Send to his house to take inventory, take him!"

Suffolk:
[as Cromwell is about to be led away, Suffolk walks slowly up to Cromwell] Wait! [Suffolk and the rest of the council, except Cranmer who is disgusted, tear Cromwell's decorations from his person and give him a beating and a bloody nose] Now take him away.