- William Stafford, eh?

- Excuse me, master.

- Making myself useful, Master Secretary.

- Thank you, Jane.

Where's my other shoe?

- Best be quick.

Your royal sister is after your blood.

She doesn't believe you would give yourself to a man as penniless as William Stafford.

- What would Anne know about taking a man for himself?

Oh, this has the Boleyn badge all over it, if they see me with this they'll turn my things out on the road.

Jane, take the bed hangings down, we'll make bundles.

When my brother comes back, he'll speak for me, he won't see me cut off.

- I beg to differ.

My husband will think, as I do, you are a disgrace to our family.

- At least my husband loves me!

I pity you, and Anne.

I'd rather be in bed with a poor, honest gentleman who loves me, than be a queen and only keep my man with whore's tricks.

And now, she's afraid of every woman in court, isn't she, Jane?

- If you stand there like a fish, I'll gut you.

- Take these, with my blessing.

You're the only kind heart at court.

Rocheford has my book of love poems.

- Love poems.

She'll need that.

There's no poetry down in Kent.

- Lady Rocheford would say a sonnet won't keep you warm.

Not that I've ever had a sonnet, so I wouldn't know.

- Why don't you come down, Jane, let me do that.

- Master Secretary doesn't deal with bed hangings.

- Master Secretary deals with everything.

- That's what Uncle Norfolk says.

I mean, his Grace.

- (laughs) Don't worry, I call him that, too.

- Do you?

And then does he say "Dear Nephew Cromwell"?

- Of course he does.

(laughs) - I'll think of that in the country when I have nothing to amuse me.

- Are you leaving the court?

- I'm going back to Wolf Hall.

I can't imagine anyone will miss me.

- That magpie Rocheford had my bowl...