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: In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.
[Gazing into a mirror
: My, what a lovely girl. How could her king have left her?
: You don't dare go! Henry II
: Say that again at noon, you'll say it to my horse's ass! Lamb, I'll be rid of you by Easter: you can count your reign in days!
: I even made poor Louis take me on Crusade. How's that for blasphemy. I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus. Louis had a seizure and I damn near died of windburn... but the troops were dazzled.
: I marvel at you after all these years. Still like a democratic drawbridge: going down for everybody. Eleanor
: At my age there's not much traffic anymore.
: You look fit. War agrees with you. I keep informed; I follow all your slaughters from a distance. Do sit down. Prince Richard
: Is this an audience... a good night hug with kisses... or an ambush? Eleanor
: Let's hope it's a reunion.
: [after Henry tells Eleanor he wants their marriage annulled
] Out Eleanor... in Alais. Why? Henry II
: A new wife, wife, will bear me sons. Eleanor
: That is the single thing of which I would have thought you had enough.
: We're in the cellar and you're going back to prison and my life is wasted and we've lost each other... and you're smiling. Eleanor
: It's the way I register despair. There's everything in life but hope. Henry II
: We're both alive... and for all I know that's what hope is.
: And when you die, which is regrettable but necessary, what will happen to frail Alais and her pruny prince? You can't think Richard's going to wait for your grotesque to grow. Henry II
: You wouldn't let him do a thing like that. Eleanor
: Let him? I'd push him through the nursery door. Henry II
: You're not that cruel. Eleanor
: Don't fret. We'll wait until you're dead to do it. Henry II
: Eleanor, what do you want? Eleanor
: Just what you want, a king for a son. You can make more, I can't. You think I want to disappear? One son is all I've got, and you can blot him out and call me cruel? For these ten years you've lived with everything I've lost, and loved another woman through it all, and I am cruel? I could peel you like a pear and God himself would call it justice!
: Well, I'm off. Eleanor
: To Rome? Henry II
: That's where they keep the Pope!
: What would you have me do? Give out? Give up? Give in? Henry II
: Give me a little peace. Eleanor
: A little? Why so modest? How about eternal peace? Now there's a thought.
: Well, that's the way deals are made. We've got him if we want him. He'll sell us all, you know... but only if he thinks we think he won't.
: [to her jewelry
] I'd hang you from the nipples, but you'd shock the children.
: The day those stout hearts band together is the day that pigs get wings. Eleanor
: There'll be pork in the treetops come morning.
: Henry's bed is Henry's province. He can people it with sheep for all I care, which on occasion he has done. Henry II
: Rosamund's been dead for seven years... Eleanor
: ...two months and eighteen days. I never liked her much. Henry II
: You count the days? Eleanor
: I made the numbers up.
: A knife! He's got a knife! Eleanor
: Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians! How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war: not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing. We are the killers. We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. For the love of God, can't we love one another just a little - that's how peace begins. We have so much to love each other for. We have such possibilities, my children. We could change the world.
: You're not an assassin. Prince Richard
: Look again.
: What family doesn't have its ups and downs?
: How dear of you to let me out of jail. Henry II
: It's only for the holidays.
: Henry. Henry II
: Madam. Eleanor
: Did you ever love me? Henry II
: No. Eleanor
: Good. That will make this pleasanter.
: And that's to be the king. Prince Geoffrey
: And I'm to be his Chancellor. Has he told you? John will rule the country, while I run it. That is to say he gets to spend the taxes that I raise. Eleanor
: How nice for you. Prince Geoffrey
: It's not as nice as being king. Henry II
: We've made you Duke of Brittany, is that so little? Prince Geoffrey
: No one ever thinks of crown and mentions Geoff, why is that? Henry II
: Isn't being chancellor power enough? Prince Geoffrey
: It's not the power I feel deprived of; it's the mention I miss. There's no affection for me here; you wouldn't think I'd want that, would you?
: Henry? Henry II
: Hmmm? Eleanor
: I have a confession. Henry II
: Yes? Eleanor
: I don't much like our children!
: He had a mind like Aristotle and a form like mortal sin.
: [to her husband, Henry II
] I wonder... do you ever wonder... if I slept with your father.
: If you're broken it's because you're brittle... I've lost you, and I can't ever have you back.
] Henry II
: I hope we never die. Eleanor
: So do I. Henry II
: Do you think there's any chance of it?
: I thought I'd come and gloat a little. Eleanor
: Mother's tired. Come stick pins tomorrow morning; I'll be more responsive. Prince John
: It's no fun goading anyone tonight.
: I adored you. I still do. Henry II
: Of all the lies you've told, that is the most terrible. Eleanor
: I know. That's why I've saved it up until now.
: [to John
] Hush dear, mother's fighting.
: [to Alais
] You'll make a lovely bride, I wonder if I'll cry.
: [rushing in
] What's wrong? What's happened? Eleanor
: Richard's getting married. Prince John
: Getting married? Now? He's getting married *now*? Eleanor
: I never cease to marvel at the quickness of your mind.
: What is this? I'm not mouldering. My paint's not peeling off. I'm good for years. Eleanor
: How many years? Suppose I hold you back for one. I can. It's possible. Suppose your first son dies, ours did. It's possible. Suppose you're daughtered next, we were. That too is possible. How old is daddy then? What kind of spindly, ricket-ridden, milky, wizened, dim-eyed, gammy-handed, limpy line of things will you beget?
: I am locked up with my sons. What mother does not dream of that?
: Her eyes in certain light were violet, and all her teeth were even. That's a rare, fair feature: even teeth. She smiled to excess, but she chewed with real distinction.
: Geoffrey: There's a masterpiece. He isn't flesh: he's a device. He's wheels and gears. And Johnny: Was his latest treason your idea? I've caught him lying, and I've said, 'he's young.' I've found him cheating, and I've said, 'he's just a boy.' I've watched him steal and whore and whip his servants, and he's not a child; he's the man we made him. Eleanor
: Don't share John with me. He's your accomplishment. Henry II
: And Richard's yours. How could you send him off to deal with Philip? Eleanor
: I was tired. I was busy. They were friends. Henry II
: Eleanor, he was the best, and from the cradle on you cradled him. I never had a chance.
: We're jungle creatures, Henry, and the dark is all around us. See them? In the corners, you can see the eyes.
: I love you. Prince Richard
: You love nothing. You're incomplete. The human parts of you are missing. You're as dead as you are deadly.
: [to Richard
] Love me, little lamb, or leave me.
: Oh Henry, we mangled every thing we touch.
: I adored you. Henry II
: Never! Eleanor
: I still do.
: [to the king
] If you're broken it's because you're fragile.
: I have an offer for you, my dear. Eleanor
: A deal? A deal? I give the richest province on the continent to John for what? You tell me, mastermind, for what? Henry II
: Your freedom. Eleanor
] Oh. Henry II
: Once Johnny gets the Aquitaine, you're free, I'll let you out. Think. On the loose in London, winters in Provence, impromptu trips to visit Richard anywhere he's killing people. All that for a signature.
: How was your crossing? Did the Channel part for you? Eleanor
: It went flat when I told it to. I didn't think to ask for more.
: He has a knife, a knife! Eleanor of Aquitaine
: Of course he has a knife! I have a knife. We all have knives. It's 1183 and we're all barbarians!
Eleanor of Aquitaine
: Milking a dried udder get's you nothing but kicked off the milking stool! Prince John
: Mother, spare me your farmyard memories, you have none and I don't understand them.