Thomas Cromwell is paying a visit to Henry’s neglected wife, the
Start: Katherine: Well, Cromwell-- how am I looking? I’ve not seen myself in the mirror these many months. The King once thought me beautiful--like an angel...how is his concubine? I hear she’s always on her knees...Praying to her reformed God?
End: Katherine: The Princess Mary. I have often wondered, Cromwell...You know so many languages-- fluent in so many tongues-- and you lie as fleetly in all of them. In what language do you confess? Cromwell: God knows our hearts, madam. I may need forgiveness-- I do not need absolution.
Poulton, Mike. Bring Up the Bodies, Samuel French. Pp. 349-353.