- Charles Brandon: O Mary mine, wert thou a burgher's daughter, and with thy fair self in every other way, I'd take thee with me o'er the perilous water to the New World, where none could say us nay. O Mary mine - fair jewel, star set in the heaven above - thou art a Princess in a world apart... of castles, diadems, and of courtly love beyond my dreams. For kings will give thee gold, and princes bring thee gems from distant lands. The only wealth that I may ever hold are these fair flowers for thy maiden hands - yet fragrant they'll remain, and richly green, if they are remembered by a golden Queen.
- King Henry VIII: You must forgive the Lady Mary, my Lords. The sudden shock of great events has quite disordered the delicate maiden balance of her mind. Let us to our palace at Greenwich and leave the princess to the quiet of Windsor. I can assure you that when next we see her she will have remembered the manifold gifts and kindnesses she has received from an indulgent brother and the duty she owes our royal person.
- Princess Mary Tudor: Please do not talk of love again, ever. Don't touch me!
- Duke of Buckingham: You were less squeamish with Charles Brandon. Am I so low and loathsome? The blood of Plantagenet kings flows in my veins, you brat of a Welsh father.