Juana la Loca

Out, out, out.
Where is Beatriz?
Send her to me.
But she is our queen, gentlemen.
You've seen and heard it.
Can you deny the evidence?

Could she be madder?
Come here, Beatriz.
- Write whatever comes to mind.
- You know it isn't necessary.

- Is this your letter?
- It is mine.

You are frank, at least.
What have you done to the king?
What spell did you cast on him?
The king loves me.
The king loves all
who flatter his instincts.

The king loves me,
and I love the king.

Be quiet!
Kneel down before
the queen of Castile!

- Kneel!
- The king hates you and loves me!

I'll only kneel before him.
I'm dreaming.
What is this slut saying?

I believe she is defying me.
The king enjoys me, not you.
You say that to my face?
A queen can receive
no greater offense!

Attention! Line up!
Your swords!