[indistinct chatter]

It is a sad day for England

When nobles do not rise for their queen.

And even sadder when that same queen

Is charged with adultery and incest.

Charged is not convicted, uncle.

Or is it in this court?

Master cromwell,

Read out the indictment.

The charge is

That in the 28th year

Of the reign of our sovereign henry,

King of England, his wife, the queen,

Being seduced by the devil,

Did knowingly commit incest, high treason

And offenses against god.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, my lord.

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Anne: The love I have for my brother

Is the natural love any sister

Would have for someone with whom she's grown up,

Nursed when sick, played with as a child.

Judge me, my lords,

But never forget

Your verdicts will be judged by god

In the greatest court of all.

Norfolk: My lords,

The time has come to pass judgment.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Man: Guilty.

Man 2: Guilty. Man 3: Guilty.

Man 4: Guilty.

Guilty.

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