Anne.

I meant to come sooner. I'm sorry I did not. I've been kept occupied.

So I hear… Amusing the king.

Only that sister, I assure you; despite his best efforts...

What, and not yours?

How is it?

[glances towards Mary's belly]

The child is strong, gives me no rest, like his father.

Do you feel as awful as you look? You know, in France, no woman would allow herself to get in such a state.

Why did you come Anne, if all you desire is to torment me?

Perhaps now you know how it feels: to be deceived by your sister.

I did nothing.

You stole the king away, and then you betrayed me over Henry Percy!

If that's what you think, fine, tell yourself that!

I did, sister. Every day and every night I was in exile.

[Messenger walks in, holding a gift]

A gift, from the king.

Give it to my sister.

It's for you, mistress Anne.

Me? Then send it back! Immediately!

[looks at Mary]

How dare he! See? I have your interest at heart.

Why? Why this cruelty? You know I love him.

Well, perhaps you should stop.