[bell tolls] Man: Prisoner
to the steps. Elizabeth: I–I cannot confess
to something I did not do! Your denials
are all in vain! You knew of the rebellion,
madam. You were party to it! It is plain enough. Where is your proof? It was to
your advantage– You must let me
see the queen. I must– You despise the queen
and the catholic faith! [sighing] [muttering] I am a true
and faithful subject. I attend mass– You pretend,
but in your heart– [muttering] What’s that?
What say you, madam? Speak up! Madam, if there is some
small truth in these charges, However innocently
or unknowingly you did proceed, You had best confess. I ask you why we must
tear ourselves apart For this small question
of religion, Catholic
and protestant– Small?! You think it small, Though it killed
your mother? We all– We all believe in god,
my lords. No, madam.
There is only one… True belief.
The other… Heresy. [chains rattling,