Well, soon the truth will be out,
That I cannot bear children.
He will have me burned as a witch.
But there's still time. You could yet fall pregnant.
He won't lie with me now
And risk damaging the child he believes I'm carrying.
No.
Must I spell it out?
But lying with another man would be treason.
Stop it. Anne, it's madness.
No, don't you see? You're my only hope.
I can't listen, it's monstrous. Mary!
No. Come, george.
Anne: George, please?
My life depends on it.
May god have mercy on you both.
[â™Ş]
[sobbing]
[sighs]
I can't.
I'm so sorry. I--
I-I just can't.
I just--
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry.
[sobbing]
I'll tell the king in the morning.
Let's pray he takes pity on me.
I saw them.