[talking to Thomas Cromwell, trying to disguise the fact he is in agony from his leg wound] I've dispatched Suffolk with the royal army. If need be, I will dispatch a second army to destroy the rebels.
Unless they disperse, and send 100 of their ringleaders to the Duke of Suffolk with halters around their necks, then he has our permission to burn and destroy all their goods, and make a fearful example of them to all our subjects.
If still they do not submit, Mr. Cromwell, then I promise the utter destruction of them, their wives and their children. Do you understand me? I will destroy them all...[he looks up and glares at Cromwell] And then I'll destroy you, Cromwell!
[angered] Perhaps you don't understand. I'm about the King's most urgent business. And if you cannot commandeer enough horses for his Majesty's use, then how can you call yourself Mayor of London!?
MLLord Mayor of London
Your Grace, I did not want to cause a panic by forcing people to part with their horses and drays!
[furious] IDIOT! I charge you, personally, to find enough horses within two days, and bring the guns on after our army, or God help me, I will hold you to account! With any luck, Mr. Mayor, I will afterwards have the chance to see you DISEMBOWELLED AT TYBURN!
Your Majesty's life is far too precious to be put at risk against such a common rabble. Of course, if you choose to go, you'd be like a lion among wolves.
(to Jane Seymour) Don't go. Just because you have done everything that you have promised, don't leave me. You are the milk of human kindness, the light in my dark, dark world. Without you, life is a desert, a howling wilderness. (looks up) Please, God, in Your mercy, don't take her away from me! My son needs his mother, and I need my Queen!
[talking angrily to Charles Brandon] That's what you want, isn't it Charles? An Imperial wedding like my father arranged for me, just like Wolsey always wanted a French one! Everyone has plans and what I want doesn't matter! Oh the Poles have plans; people are always talking about that little boy in the Tower and poor old Lady Salisbury, but let me tell you, they have Plantagenet blood in their veins! And my father, my father told me "If you leave so much as a sapling in the ground, one day it will grow into a tree!" And that little boy in the Tower will have forty thousand troops flocking to his banner, and YOU will be the sucker!
Tell Sir Francis to double the guards around the Princess Mary and defend her with their life- for if the King dies, some will be for the boy, others for her.
[to the Spanish Ambassador on Thomas Cromwell] I am more convinced than ever that he is the agent of Satan. If I could, I would strip him from the King's side- and burn him.
(startled and terrified, hastily puts the pear back) My Lord! (after a moment, Cromwell glances up at him) I- I'm sorry, Lord Cromwell, I didn't see you. I...
(stares at him in disbelief)... Do you understand nothing of our reforms? God is not just in church, He is... everywhere. (steps toward him) We do not need priests to speak for us, we can... speak to Him ourselves- and, He will listen. There is no need for bells, and books, and candles. All you need... is your soul. (smiles momentarily) Now go away, and think. (the page starts to leave) Wait. (the page stops, Cromwell offers him the pear.)
[talking to his advisors] My Lords, I assure you I am not content. I have relied upon you to inform and counsel me, and yet I am the most deceived. I have trusted and favoured all of you, and I have formed a sinister opinion that most of you are liars and flatterers who look only to your own profits. I know what you are planning, and if God gives me the strength, I will see to it that none of your projects ever succeed! [sadly] I mourn Cromwell's death. [His advisors looks shocked] Yes, I mourn him! I mourn him, now that I perceive that my counsellors, by light pretext and by false accusations, made me put to death the most...faithful servant I ever had.
