Character: Henry VIII Tudor

- Is he beautiful?
- He certainly thinks so.
- Is he vain?
- Your Majesty, he is French.

What is Henry V remembered for? For building universities or homeless homes? No, he is remembered for the Battle of Agincourt. Three thousand English against sixty thousand French. The best riders were swept away in three hours - he won a brilliant victory and gained immortality in it.

- When we compare the present life of man on earth with that world of which we know nothing, she seems like the rapid flight of a lone Sparrow through a Banquet hall on a winter day. After moments of comfort, he vanishes from sight in the snow-covered world from which you came. So man appears on Earth only briefly, but that was before it and what comes after, he doesn't know anything.
What loss, your grace, the most irreplaceable for humanity?
- Dignity.
- No. He can restore their dignity by their actions.
- Maybe honor?
- No. And again - he could find a way to return it. Even the happiness which is lost, people can return.
- Then I can't answer that, your Majesty.
Time, your grace. Time. Of all the losses time is the only irreplaceable. After all, it never reversed.

When we compare the life of man on earth with that of which we know nothing, it seems to me the swift flight of a Sparrow through a banqueting hall on a winter day. After a few moments of the heat he disappears from view in the winter world from which it had come. And man - it lingers a bit on the ground, but that was before his life and what comes after, we know nothing...

Without knowledge, life is meaningless.

- I have figured something out for the Palace. There are beautiful gardens, groves, valleys, paths, there will be a grove of Diana and the fountain with its sculptures and statues everywhere, fountains, flowing water, and marble birds and water gushes out of their beaks. What do you say, clown?
- I like everything. That's just groves... groves I don't like. The fountains, marble paths and birds. And everything else I like.
- You don't understand, the Palace of the French king in shambo the whole world envies. Nonsuch is a hundred, a thousand times better.
- And then, over time, like everything in this world, it will disappear - like the ruins of Ancient Rome, like the Colossus of Rhodes - everything in the world turns to dust. Even the great palaces of the great fools. Because very soon the Palace will again be imaginary, because it will not. There will be nothing - a void, a green hill in a green shade.
- And yet, people will understand that once here stood the great Palace is the most beautiful in the world, not comparable to anything. And it was built by king Henry, and then it all disappears.

- In these last days I thought a lot about loss. What do you think of the loss of the irreplaceable for man?
- Dignity.
- No, his acts he can restore dignity.
- Then his honor.
- No, as is also the honor can be restored, even if a person has committed some terrible misdeed.
- Then can not know.
Time. Of all the losses time is the most irreplaceable. It is not reversed.

Why? Why can't he, of all people? Why cross me, why put their feelings above mine? I'm wore out. My conscience is out of place, my heart aches and doesn't want to calm down... I love it! And I hate it. And my love is equal to hate.

We will always talk to you openly and honestly, hiding nothing. It will be proof of our love.

What in the world could be better than the society of the beloved person?

I will not sign this contract, don't sign! Go and tell him.
Okay. If You want to have all decided that the king of England is fickle, petty, short-tempered and does not keep promises, then, of course, I'll go and tell him.

He is in exile is not forever. And only while alive.