william. this is a pleasure.
have you spoken to the queen?
you know what i mean. you've done enough. no man could do more.
so you're to die in harness like a pack horse, are you? and for what? mary! william!
it's always difficult times. mary joins them, her arm in william's. walsingham seizes the opportunity to change the subject.
sit, sit.
i don't understand why we must all hate each other.
listen to him! when did you last rest, i'd like to know? he won't listen to me. not a thought for his health. you tell him, he's your brother. he'll die at his desk, out of sheer selfishness.