Perhaps she could write you, and we could attempt to repair at least one wound in our queen?
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[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING] "You... cunt." "My God, I miss you."
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Your Majesty, may I broach the matter of Lady Marlborough?
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There are limits to what one can give.
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Cannot stop her.
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No, you may not.
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- SARAH: What goes on? - GODOLPHIN: They've brokered a peace with the French, giving up too much, of course. Of course. Marlborough returns in a week. Harley will move to have him replaced. - Now that peace with France has been made... - [CROWD CHEERS] HARLEY: Marlborough's return back to England is imminent. I wonder, Your Majesty, whether it is right that he is left as head of our forces? I will rip his mole from his face. You must stop it, Godolphin. He is a hero who won the peace for us. Indeed, but he would have launched us into a bloody war that would have ruined us, so there's that. It would be easier to pull my strings if you were back at court. A new era of peace and prosperity, a new day, a door to a new future.
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There's metaphors abound. I'm tired. I will think on it. Thank you, all.
