Tonight I think I die.

The marriage of a Queen, Excellency, is born of politics, not childish passion.

I do not like wars. They have uncertain outcomes.

I have no desire to make windows into men's souls.

Aye, but marry who, your grace? Would you give me some suggestion? For some say France and others Spain, and some cannot abide foreigners at all. So I am not sure how best to please you unless I married one of each.

[on marriage] I do not think you should lecture me on that my lord, since you yourself have been twice divorced. And are now upon your third wife.

Each of you must vote according to your conscience. But remember this. In your hands, upon this moment, lies the future happiness of my people, and the peace of this realm. Let that be upon your conscience also.

This is the Lord's doing. And it is marvelous in our eyes.

There will be no more talk of marriage.

A man will confess to anything...under torture.