:57:08
Close your ranks.
You know what happens to stragglers.
:57:11
Left flank, close in!
:57:26
Our losses are growing serious, my lord.
:57:29
Losses I expect and can understand.
:57:31
It's this forever going on
after a retreating enemy...
:57:34
...over these fever bogs,
getting further and further from our base.
:57:38
One bold, swift advance now,
and we'd have Tyrone in a trap.
:57:42
How can we advance lacking arms,
ammunition, necessities even?
:57:46
The queen seems to have forgotten us.
:57:48
She's worse than forgotten us.
:58:02
- There's a courier from London, milord.
- At last. Where is he? Fetch him here.
:58:15
Even the water's rotten.
:58:20
Come.
:58:26
- Well, is this all?
- Yes, milord.
:58:29
- No letter from Her Majesty?
- That's all Cecil gave.
:58:32
You lie. You lie!
:58:35
- Who tampered with you?
- No, milord, I swear...
:58:38
- Wait, man. Don't.
- He lies, I tell you.
:58:41
She wouldn't leave us here without one
word from her except bare dispatches.
:58:46
How am I gonna beat these Irish
when she denies me men, food, arms...
:58:49
...and doesn't answer my pleas for them?
:58:52
And not a single word
from her except these.
:58:54
- But you haven't read it yet.
- What?
:58:56
Perhaps she...
:58:58
Oh, yes. Perhaps.