The Sixteenth Century is the Century of the Common Man. Like all other centuries. And that’s my proposition. (Act 1)

There are those like Norfolk who follow me because I wear the crown, and there are those like Master Cronwell who follow me because they are jackals with sharp teeth and I am their lion, and there is a mass that follows me because it follows anything that moves—and there is you. (Act 1)

I’m not God. The currents and eddies of right and wrong, which you find such plain sailing, I can’t navigate. I’m no voyager. But in the thickets of the law, oh, there I’m a forester. I doubt if there’s a man alive who could follow me there, thank God. (Act 1)

This isn’t ‘Reformation,’ this is war against the Church! Our King, Norfolk, has declared war on the Pope—because the Pope will not... (Act 2)