Nan, it's a cruel thing to be near a woman day after day, to touch her when you wanted to,...

King Henry VIII: Nan, it's a cruel thing to be near a woman day after day, to touch her when you wanted to, to have her company when you asked it, and to have no response. To burn with love as I do for you and be denied any pleasure in your cool company. It is a cruel thing, Nan, to be denied love. Anne Boleyn: The same cruel thing has happened to me. I've fallen in love. King Henry VIII: Nan! Anne Boleyn: But not with you. King Henry VIII: My God. I got it right in the face that time. Percy, is it? Anne Boleyn: You know. You had Wolsey send him away. King Henry VIII: Love with that blundering... Anne Boleyn: I mean to marry him. King Henry VIII: Never! Anne Boleyn: But not as my sister is married. He won't be a complacent husband, and I shall not be accessible to you. King Henry VIII: All wives are accessible. Any husband can be placated. Even a Percy of Northumberland. Anne Boleyn: Well, then you have nothing to fear, your grace. Let me marry him. King Henry VIII: No! No! I want you all to myself! [Anne turns to leave, Henry stops her] King Henry VIII: Nan. Nan. If you give yourself to me this whole kingdom will turn around you. Whatever you wanted for anyone. Knighthoods, revenues, you shall dispose of them exactly as you please. Anne Boleyn: And be thrown out in the end? What great revenues does my sister dispose of? King Henry VIII: Well, Mary asked for nothing. I won't bargain with you. Ask for what you want. Anne Boleyn: My freedom. To marry whom I love. King Henry VIII: Never. Anne Boleyn: I've heard what your courtiers say and I've seen what you are. You're spoiled and vengeful and bloody. Your poetry is sour and your music is worse. You make love as you eat, with a good deal of noise and no subtlety. King Henry VIII: This is not safe. Anne Boleyn: Yes, I've been told it's not safe for any of us to say no to our King. That put on, kindly, hail-fellow-well-met of yours. My father's house will be pulled down, and Northumberland's too, they tell me. Well, pull them down, Your Majesty, you are what I said. King Henry VIII: There is no better way to make an end than to raise anger in me. I thank you for that. You made a fool of me! And I'm well out of it! [walks away] Anne Boleyn: Your Grace! You will not harm Harry Percy? [Henry gets on his horse] King Henry VIII: I'll try not. Vengeful and bloody as I am, I'll try not! [rides away]