I have just hosted Lord Pembroke,
several princes,

a dozen chamberlains,
and a few elegant ladies at a supper.

- What do they say?
- Of course you, fair lady.

Everyone has been whispering
that the Widow Hanna

has a suitor.
But who is it?
Everyone compliments you
on your choice.

- Now I understand...
- He is wealthy, and well bred.

The Cupbearer has sent him.
What irony. This is exactly
what I've been waiting for!

For God's sake,
she's fallen in love!

Look how she sighs and glances
at me. Is she mad?

I'm irresistible, I know.
Like all women,

she must fall
in love with me.

It's my curse.
But this is no laughing matter.

The Cupbearer
will have my head.

No, I can't let it go on
any longer.

May I then congratulate
the Cupbearer on the good news?

So he's the one?
Why do you doubt me?
Have I ever lied to you?

- Yes, you have.
- But this time...

- I'm telling the truth.
- Why such curiosity?

What if the Cupbearer,
madly in love, charmed with your beauty,

fell down on his knees
and begged for your hand?

He would be happy
with the answer.

How can you be so calm when
the Notary has just