King Henry VIII:
[during a supper in the banquet hall, to Anne]
What's so amusing? Anne Boleyn:
I was merely offering my thoughts on the new French king. With such great power, yet such meager authority as a man. King Henry VIII:
[intrigued]
Continue. Anne Boleyn:
[slowly walking forward]
His pettiness is astounding. He will bear a mortal grudge at the mildest of slights. Spoiled cub with a spike in his paw. Riveted with resentment. Unable to forgive or forget. A great king, a great man rises above such things. King Henry VIII:
And what would you know of great men? Anne Boleyn:
[never taking her eyes from Henry's]
I've read enough books and heard enough talk to believe I'd know one if he were before me. King Henry VIII:
Then look about you. I am curious. Do you see one here? Anne Boleyn:
[approaches him, still not looking away]
Looking my lord... still looking, my lord. [pauses in front of the King] Anne Boleyn:
Ah! There. Found one. King Henry VIII:
[laughs to himself as the subjects in the room start to laugh]