:57:02
[ Bell Tolls ]
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- [ Gasps ]
- [ Tolling Continues ]
:57:09
- Sunday.
- [ Gasps ]
:57:11
'Tis Sunday.
:57:17
- [ Sighing ]
- [ Tolling Continues ]
:57:20
I found something
in my sleep.
:57:23
The friar who married them
will take up their destinies.
:57:28
- But it will end well for love.
- In heaven, perhaps.
:57:32
It is not a comedy
I'm writing now.
:57:36
A broad river
divides my lovers.
:57:40
Family, duty, fate.
:57:45
As unchangeable as nature.
:57:49
Yes.
:57:51
This is not life, Will.
:57:55
It is a stolen season.
:57:58
- [ Nurse ] Be patient, my lord.
- [ Wessex ] Patient?
:58:00
- Do you ask Her Majesty to be patient?
- My Lord, I will go--
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[ Gasps ]
Sunday. Greenwich!
:58:09
Now, pay attention, nursie.
:58:11
The queen--
Gloriana Regina,
:58:14
God's chosen vessel, the radiant one
who shines her light on us--
:58:17
is at Greenwich today and prepared
during the evening's festivities...
:58:21
to bestow her gracious favor
on my choice of wife.
:58:24
And if we're late for lunch,
the old boot will not forgive!
:58:27
So get you to my lady's chamber
and produce her with or without
her undergarments!
:58:31
You cannot!
Not for the queen herself!
:58:33
What will you have me do?
Marry you instead?
:58:37
To be the wife
of a poor player.
:58:40
Can I wish that for Lady Viola
except in my dreams?
:58:43
And yet I would if I were free to follow
my desire in the harsh light of day.
:58:47
You follow your desire
freely enough in the night.
:58:50
- So, if that is all, to Greenwich I go.
- Then I'll go with you.
:58:53
- You cannot. Wessex will kill you.
- I know how to fight.
:58:56
Stage fighting.
:58:59
Oh, Will.