Sussex: Princess Elizabeth. You are accused of conspiring with Sir Thomas Wyatt and others against Her Sovereign Majesty, and are arrested for treason. I have been commanded to take you hence from this place... to the Tower.

Queen Mary: Why will you not confess your crimes against me?
Elizabeth: Because, Your Majesty, I have committed none.
Queen Mary: You speak with such sincerity. I see you are still a consummate actress. My husband is gone. They have poisoned my child. They say it is a tumor. *Moans in pain*
Elizabeth: Madam, you are not well.
Queen Mary: They say this cancer will make you queen, but they are wrong. Look there, that is your death warrant. All I need do is sign it.
Elizabeth: Mary, if you sign that paper you will be murdering your own sister.

Queen Mary: When I look at you I see nothing of the king, only that whore, your mother. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head.
Elizabeth: Your Majesty forgets he was also my father.

Elizabeth: I have rid England of her enemies. What do I do now? Am I to be made of stone? Must I be touched by nothing?

Elizabeth: When I am queen, I promise... to act as my conscience dictates. Queen Mary: Well do not think to be queen at all!

Sir Robert Dudley: For God's sake, you are still my Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: I am not your Elizabeth. I am no man's Elizabeth. And if you think to rule here, you are mistaken. *to all* I will have one mistress here... and no master.

Elizabeth: Observe, Lord Burghley, I am married... to England.

Sir Robert Dudley: Marry me.
Elizabeth: On a night such as this, could any woman say no?
Sir Robert Dudley: On a night such as this, could a queen say no?
Elizabeth: Does not a queen sit under the same stars as any other woman?

Elizabeth: Invite the Duke of Anjou. We shall see him in flesh. *She runs after Lord Robert, who is not happy with the news*
Monsieur de Foix: The Duke will not take kindly to a rival for his suit.
Lord Burghley: He is a traitor and his father before him. Lord Robert's head will end up on a spike, not on the pillow of a Queen.

Unseen Gentleman: Your Grace, Protestants are already returning from abroad.
Norfolk: Yes. And have made plans to massacre every Catholic in England. There would be butchery indeed if such a plan were even conceivable.
Norfolk's Man: They say Walsingham will return from France.
Norfolk: Walsingham is nothing! *aside to Norfolk's Man as he is leaving the room* Be sure he does not.

Sir Robert Dudley: When you are Queen...
Elizabeth: I am not Queen yet!
Sir Robert Dudley: But you will be. Elizabeth, Queen of England. A court to worship you, a country to obey you. Poems written revering your beauty, music composed in your honor, and they will mean nothing to you. I will mean nothing to you.
Elizabeth: *laughs* Oh, how could you ever be nothing to me? Robert, you know you are everything to me.