Elizabeth1998

Dudley:
You are in the greatest danger. You must believe me. But you have a friend. Someone who can guarantee your safety and your throne.

Elizabeth:
A friend?

Dudley:
The King of Spain.

Elizabeth:
[to her servants] Leave us. [to Dudley] How would he guarantee it?

Dudley:
He would marry you.

Elizabeth:
Only to make an alliance. Nothing more. He would not expect to . . .

Dudley:
He would live in Spain.

Elizabeth:
Why do you do this, Robert?

Dudley:
Because I love you. And though you will not see me, I am the only one who would care for you.

Elizabeth:
You love me so much you would have me be your whore?

Dudley:
For God's sake, I do this for us. I ask you to save some part of us!

Elizabeth:
Lord Robert, you may make whores of my Ladies but you shall not make one of me.