PATRICK GIBSON as Richard, Duke of York (Perkin Warbeck) in THE WHITE PRINCESS | Episode seven
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PATRICK GIBSON as Richard, Duke of York (Perkin Warbeck) in THE WHITE PRINCESS | Episode seven
"The king's divinity is a tale men tell themselves but the right is taken. It is taken by force, and held by force."
THE WHITE PRINCESS- old curses (1.08)
You are good. You are good, so good. Just look at me. Over very quickly, all over so very, very quickly, good boy.
Since The Princes of the Tower are the new[ish] hot documentary topic, what do you think happened?
Richard III ordered them to be killed and it was Richard's orders
Richard said something that was misconstrued and his followers followed through
One of Richard's court did it without his knowledge or order
The Tudor/Lancaster camp did it making it clearer for Henry VII
They weren't murdered, however, something happened and they died
The both escaped
One died in the tower and one escaped
When did the Wars of the Roses end?
1485 - Battle of Bosworth
1499 - executions of Perkin Warbeck and Edward, Earl of Warwick
1509 - accession of Henry VIII
1541 - execution of Margaret Pole
Other
You know, Perkin Warbeck probably had no true “claim” to the English throne and probably was just a ballsy adventurer, but since monarchy is stupid, I think they should’ve let him be king of England as a treat
Just reward the audacity.
Henry knew how to play to a crowd, looking down from a window at the mass of penitent rebels in the cathedral close at Exeter in 1497 and then calling out his pardon to them, provoking cries of 'God save the king'. (Steven Gunn)
Most noble lady, it is not without reason that all turn their eyes to you; that all admire love and obey you. For they see your two-fold virtues by which you are so much distinguished above all other mortals. Whilst on the one hand, they admire your riches and immutable prosperity, which secure to you the nobility of your lineage and the loftiness of your rank, they are, on the other hand, struck by your rather divine than human beauty, and believe that you are not born in our days but descended from Heaven.
All look at your face so bright and serene that it gives splendour to the cloudy sky; all look at your eyes so brilliant as stars which make all pain to be forgotten, and turn despair into delight; all look at your neck which outshines pearls; all look at your fine forehead. Your purple light of youth, your fair hair; in one word at the splendid perfection of your person:-and looking at they cannot choose but admire you; admiring they cannot choose but to love you; loving they cannot choose but to obey you.
I shall, perhaps, be the happiest of all your admirers, and the happiest man on earth, since I have reason to hope you will think me worthy of your love. If I represent to my mind all your perfections, I am not only compelled to love, to adore, and to worship you, but love makes me your slave. Whether I was waking or sleeping I cannot find rest or happiness except in your affection. All my hopes rest in you, and in you alone.
Most noble lady, my soul, look mercifully down upon me, your slave; who has ever been devoted to you from the first hour he saw you. Love is not an earthly thing, it is heaven born. Do not think it below yourself to obey love's dictates. Not only kings, but also gods and goddesses have bent their necks beneath its yoke.
I beseech you most noble lady to accept for ever one who in all things wil cheerfury do your will as long as his days shall last.
Farewell, my soul and consolation.
You, the brightest ornament in Scotland, farewell, farewell.