Elizabeth1998

Mary:
When I look at you I see nothing of the King. Only that whore, your mother. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head.

Elizabeth:
Your Majesty forgets he was also my father.

Mary:
Why will you not confess your crimes against me?

Elizabeth:
Because, Your Majesty, I have committed none.

Mary:
You speak with such sincerity! I see you are still a consummate actress. My husband is gone. They have poisoned my child. They say it is a tumour.

Elizabeth:
Madam, you are not well.

Mary:
They say this cancer will make you Queen, but they are wrong! Look there! It is your death warrant. All I need do is sign it.

Elizabeth:
Mary, if you sign that paper, you will be murdering your own sister.

Mary:
You will promise me something? When I am gone, you will do everything in your power to uphold the Catholic faith. Do not take away from the people the consolations of the Blessed Virgin.

Elizabeth:
When I am Queen . . . I promise . . . to act as my conscience dictates.

Mary:
Well, do not think to be Queen at all, then. You may return to your own house at Hatfield, but you will remain there under arrest until I am recovered.