:25:01
Oh, he's so tall...
:25:03
...and his nose curls up.
:25:06
His nose what?
:25:08
I mean, when he laughs,
his nose crinkles up like this.
:25:12
He laughs a lot, you know?
:25:15
Sometimes at me.
:25:17
Imagine. Oh, and he's handsome too,
no doubt.
:25:21
Oh, madam...
:25:24
...and his eyes are blue,
like cornflowers, only much nicer.
:25:30
And when he looks at me...
:25:36
Who is this paragon?
:25:38
Why, Sir Peter Finchley, Your Grace.
Don't you remember?
:25:42
Sir Peter Finchley?
Yes. Now I remember.
:25:45
A wide-shouldered rascal, and much better-
looking than any man has a right to be.
:25:51
With Baganold's forces in Ireland,
isn't he?
:25:54
- You want him home again, I suppose?
- Oh, more than anything in the world.
:26:00
He shall be recalled.
:26:03
I don't know how to thank Your Majesty.
:26:07
But it's doubtful if he'll come.
:26:09
I shall command it.
:26:15
And when he takes you
in his arms again...
:26:17
...thank heaven you're not a queen.
:26:21
But I thought to be a queen...
:26:24
To be a queen is to be less than human.
:26:28
To put pride before desire...
:26:31
...to search men's hearts for tenderness...
:26:34
...and find only ambition...
:26:37
...to cry out in the dark
for one unselfish voice...
:26:41
...hear only the dry rustle
of papers of state.
:26:46
To turn to one's beloved
with stars for eyes...
:26:51
...and have him see behind them
only the shadow of the executioner's block.
:26:58
A queen has no hour for love.