The Spanish Princess

Previously on The Spanish Princess...

How is my magnificent son and heir?

Do you believe that true union is possible

more than once in a lifetime?

I do.

A woman was seen entering the king's rooms.

It is the way of the English kings.

They jump into so many beds.

Catherine is distressed, and I am worried for the baby.

Sir Compton, I was hoping I might seek your help.

Sir William kissed another woman.

I must refuse him.

And nothing will come between us.

- Get out! - We are married!

You have betrayed your country, madam.

No! Bring them back to me!

Push!

How is my son?

It's a girl.

Thank you for your efforts.

- Come, let's go now. - Go where?

Where are we going?

I want to show you my family shield.

Well, let's find out. Come on, in here.

Where are you taking me?

Highness?

Catherine?

How can you bear this?

I cannot bear it.

I hate her.

And I do not want to hate,

so now I hate her twice for making me this way.

Have you spoken to him?

What is there to say?

That I do not like it?

I gave him every chance to tell me, and he did not.

What are you doing?

Not this one.

Don't dress me like some dowager.

If you can't even do your job, get out.

Lina will dress me.

See how good a matchmaker I am?

Henry Stafford and Ursula Pole are delighted

to have reached their wedding day.

They've even sent me a golden purse as thanks.

I fancy we shall have a masked performance after the service.

In fact, I've already arranged it.

Have they said they want one?

Everybody loves a masque!

The sun is shining.

It's a beautiful day for a wedding!

Princess Mary wants her mother.

She thrives. She is strong.

But she is not a boy.

Uh, Charlie, have you set the day for your marriage?

Uh, I'll tell you what, let's eat today for two weddings.

We'll get bloated on an orgy of beer and wine and pastry.

What do you say? Come on.

Well, you are the king. If you say, I must.

Wonderful.

The wedding is over, so speak with me.

You said your mind was on the wedding.

It is now done.

So give me my inheritance from Arthur

so I can pay for troops and take my children back.

Well, Meg, I told you you would have it

if you kept the peace in Scotland.

You have failed to do that, so now...

I kept the peace, until these last few months,

as you know full well.

How long a peace had you in mind?

Until I died?

Oh, how convenient for your treasury.

The terms of your regency in Scotland

were that you did not marry.

You chose to disobey those terms.

Therefore your regency is over, and you are...

How can you bear him, Catherine?

How can you bear my lying pig of a brother

and his pet dog Wolsey?

It is a wedding, Meg.

I will go to Scotland, and I will take my sons,

and I will reclaim everything that is mine,

with or without your consent.

Or yours, Archbishop.

The fairer sex... Often very loud.

I have a houseful of them.

Your Graces, we give our thanks to God

that He has joined my son, Henry Stafford,

with his bewitching bride, Ursula.

- The bride and groom. - The bride and groom.

And as a very special wedding gift

to our newly wedded couple,

I have commissioned a masked performance,

a celebration of love.

Henry...

will you come to my rooms tonight?

Yes, of course.

Apologies. I have disturbed your peace.

No.

No, the child was crying.

Thank you.

You are troubled at your daughter's marriage?

No.

No, she would have whoever the king selects for her.

But I have never much enjoyed carousing.

As a child, I always found the darkest corner

or hid beneath the table.

My mother scolded me because she thought I'd run away.

She died young, didn't she?

They both did.

Ah.

I think your suitor has returned

to try his chance again.

Sir William, are you quite well?

Oh.

Oh, no.

No, move back. It is the plague.

Oh, goodness. My Lord?

Stay back, or you'll be infected.

Tell the king the court must be evacuated.

No one should come down here or near us.

We will bury him when the court is safely gone.

Please do as she says.

I knew Europe had had outbreaks but not here in London.

Your ladies have gone to pack your trunk and a cloak.

- We'll go to Windsor and... - Your Grace, if I may be so bold.

My residence at Hampton Court is closer.

There would be less time on the road,

and it would be my pleasure to accommodate the court.

- No, Henry... - We ride to Hampton Court!

- To Hampton Court! - Hampton Court!

Your Grace, the horses are too few for everyone.

Could the ladies ride with the children in the wagons?

- Henry. - Yes.

Take Princess Mary.

Bessie, Lina, tend to the queen.

Oviedo.

The king asks me to stay here in the palace

in case of looting.

Henry Pole will fetch our boys and bring them to you.

My mother says that she will not come.

She stays behind for your sake and the court's.

Her lady mother tended Sir William.

She fears she is infected.

No.

Wiltshire, your daughters will ride with the queen.

Attend the queen. It will advance us in court.

Go. Go.

- Ride out to Hampton Court. - Ride to Hampton Court.

Guard the ladies on the road.

Anne, come, get in beside me.

I have wrapped him in some muslin.

Perhaps it will contain the sickness as we bury him.

He was a good man,

and I wasn't always kind to him.

Let me help you carry him to the garden.

Please, don't come too close. We may be infected.

My God may take me when He chooses.

A lady does not carry.

My men will dig a grave, and I will lay him there to rest.

Come. I have left him in the chapel.

I will help you.

You should change your clothes, and we will burn them.

The same for us when he is in the ground.

What else should we do?

There is nothing.

Wait. Live.

Hope we don't get sick.

Or go home to your family.

They are still in London, no?

I will not risk infecting them.

I'm afraid you'll have to endure my company

for a little while longer.

We go to secure the palace.

Come, let us, uh, pray for William Compton's soul...

and that your children and our king and queen

are safe now.

Good morning, Your Grace.

He will tire of you, you know?

You were a plaything while I was with child, nothing more.

But his light will soon return to me...

his constant and his queen.

And when it does, you will be cast out of the palace.

Stop the wagon!

The rocking of the cart is unsettling to the stomach.

The queen is not unwell from it.

And nor are we.

It is not the rocking.

Drive on!

Drive!

Let us get to wherever it is in hell's name we are going.

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This is bigger than Westminster Palace.

So where in God's name

does a young upstart boy from Ipswich get his wealth?

Perhaps we should enquire while we are here.

I'm ever your servant, madam,

especially when it might relieve our host of some cheer.

Ten groats says his hospitality is a new bid