:29:00
...that he'll never return of his own accord
unless I humble myself to him.
:29:04
And that I'll never do. Never!
:29:07
- Do you hear?
- Naturally, Your Majesty.
:29:09
Naturally! It's against all nature
that I should suffer so.
:29:18
Tell me, what shall I do?
:29:20
Find me a way to compel his return
without having to punish him.
:29:25
I'll not be ungrateful.
:29:27
My reward would lie
in your happiness.
:29:29
And the advantage to you
in his return to favor, of course.
:29:33
I'll not deny it, madam.
:29:35
But how to persuade him and still save
the pride of each, I'm hanged if I know.
:29:40
Perhaps if I slept the night upon it.
:29:43
What is it?
:29:46
- A courier from Ireland, Your Majesty.
- Have him enter.
:29:57
Your Majesty.
:29:59
I came...
:30:04
Bacon. Wine. Quickly.
:30:21
Chair.
:30:28
Allow me, Your Majesty.
:30:34
- Pardon, Majesty.
- Never mind that. What is the news?
:30:39
We have been annihilated
in Ireland, Your Grace.
:30:41
Tyrone surprised us.
Sir William Baganold is dead.
:30:45
Every company, troop, arms,
stores, everything, utterly destroyed.
:30:52
Wars, death, famine
in that unhappy land.
:30:57
And for what?
:30:59
A few miserable acres
of fever-smitten bog...