- Dr. Feckinham: And what would you be prepared to die for, Lady Jane?
- Jane: I would die to free our people from the chains of bigotry and superstition.
- Dr. Feckinham: What superstition did you have in mind?
- Jane: Well, for example, the idea that a piece of bread can become the body of our Savior, father.
- Dr. Feckinham: Did he not say at his Last Supper, "Take, eat, this is my body"?
- Jane: He also said, "I am the vine, I am the door." Was he a vine, was he a door?
- Dr. Feckinham: Who has been teaching you to say such things?
- Jane: Don't you think I could have thought of them myself?
- [Jane, a Protestant, watches Lady Anne Wharton curtsy and cross herself before holy bread, believed by Catholics to contain the true presence of Christ]
- Jane: Why do you curtsy?
- Lady Anne: I am curtsying to the Host, my lady. To Him that made us all.
- Jane: Oh, I see! So God made you, and the baker, apparently, made God!
- Guilford: On the night I was informed I was to be translated into untold bliss, I'd attended several taverns, witnessed a bear-baiting, and was actually located in the Suffolk stews, sampling the pleasures of a lady of the night. Thus far, I have to tell you, it had been a very good evening. Still, duty calls.
- Guilford: I thought, you see I wondered: Now that we're together, how on earth are we going to spend the days?
- Guilford: The brain is a brittle organ, Jane. The slightest pressure and it snaps. It's not wrapped up in a little heart.
- Jane: You gave them all that money and they just threw it back at you?
- Guilford: Money? Do you know what's happened to the value of money?
- Jane: No.
- [Guilford slides Jane a coin]
- Guilford: What's that?
- Jane: A penny.
- Guilford: No, it isn't. It's a shilling.
- Jane: It can't be, shillings are made of silver.
- Guilford: Should be, used to be. But not now. Which is why a shilling isn't worth a shilling any more. You've really no idea what's going on, have you?
- Doctor Feckenham: [last words] The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible. At there arriving, she is assured of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.
- Guilford: [together, sitting, face to face, half-naked] So then we will.
- Jane: Oh, yes. We will.
- Guilford: We'll fly.
- Jane: We'll fly.
- Guilford: Away, beyond their reach.
- Jane: So far.
- Guilford: Their touch cannot tarnish us - and at last, we will be...
- Jane: Nothing.
- Guilford: Nobody.
- Jane: Each other's.
- Guilford: Only this time, forever.
- Mrs. Ellen: The proverb says, "A wonder lasts nine days - and then the puppy's eyes are open." So, what happens on the tenth day?
- Dr. Feckinham: It is a privilege to talk to anyone whose love of learning shines like yours.
- Jane: It is my only pleasure, Dr. Feckinham.
- Sir John Bridges: [disgusted] Reprieves, for those who return to Rome!
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: Ah... Well, then...
- [cynically]
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: Hail Mary.
- Sir John Bridges: What?
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: [crosses himself]
- King Edward VI: [consoling Jane who's been whipped by her mother for refusing to marry Guilford] I wasn't whipped. They had a boy. If I did something bad, they'd beat him in my place. See? You should have been born heir to the throne. Though, in a way it made it rather worse. You understand? But it was his duty, as it was mine to suffer for his suffering in my stead. As it is yours now to obey your parents and your King.
- Frances Grey, Duchess of Suffolk: You *stupid* girl! Foolish! Willful! Little girl! But, after all, we are the Queen.
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: Who could have thought that the black sheep, the most prodigal of all the prodigals, would find a love so simple and so pure?
- Guilford: Father, you have betrayed me.
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: How, betrayed?
- Guilford: You will put imperil your soul - for the sake of a few more years of miserable life!
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: Well, you know, it doesn't look so miserable when you're just about to lose it.
- Henry Grey, Duke of Suffolk: Lord Dudley...
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: Yes?
- Henry Grey, Duke of Suffolk: Are you sure that your son is the right man for my daughter?
- John Dudley, Duke of Nothumberland: I can control him.
- Frances Grey, Duchess of Suffolk: We were speaking of Jane's marriage, Henry. It might be a matter of peculiar importance in the event of circumstances which well might arise.
- Guilford: [together, naked in bed] Did you know about it?
- Jane: What?
- Guilford: What we've just done.
- Jane: Well, only in terms of the broadest general principles. Unlike you.
- Guilford: Not exactly.
- Jane: What?
- Guilford: You're referring to my lady of the night.
- Jane: Well, yes, I was.
- Guilford: Passed out.
- Jane: Who was?
- Guilford: I did. Got to the bed - and then - blank. Total failure. Terrible embarrassment.