King Francis: You sir are restricted to the grounds. Henry: Are you putting me under house arrest? King Francis: Do not mock me, boy, for I am in a foul disposition. And I will have my way… Henry: Or what? You’ll ship me off to the Americas like some criminal? All for the sake of your stupid contract? King Francis: You are the Crown Prince of France! Henry: And it is my life. Queen Marie: Francis, sit down before you have a stroke. Really. the two of you. [to Henry] Queen Marie: Sweetheart… you were born to privilege and with that comes specific obligations. Henry: Forgive me, Mother, but marriage to a complete stranger never made anyone in this room very happy. King Francis: You will marry Gabriella by the next full moon or I will strike at you in any way I can. Henry: What’s it to be, father, hot oil or the rack? King Francis: I will simply deny you the crown and… live forever. Henry: Good. Agreed. I don’t want it. [Walks out] King Francis: [to the Queen, frustrated] He’s your son.