More,Norfolk, Meg

All right, Thomas, make me understand... ...because I tell you, to me this looks like cowardice! All right, I will. This isn't reformation, this is war against the Church. Our King has declared war on the Pope because the Pope will not declare... - ... that our Queen is not his wife. - And is she? Is she? Have I your word that what we say here is between us two? Very well. And if the King should command you to repeat what I may say? I should keep my word to you. Then what has become of your oath of obedience to the King? You lay traps for me! No, I show you the times. We are at war with the Pope. For the Pope's a prince, isn't he? He is. He's also the descendant of St. Peter, our only link with Christ. So you believe. And will you forfeit all you have... ...which includes the respect of your country, for a belief? Because what matters is that I believe it, or rather, no... ...not that I believe it, but that I believe it. - I trust I make myself obscure? - Perfectly. Why do you insult me with this lawyer's chatter? Because I'm afraid. * Father? Margaret! I couldn't get a boat. What is it, Meg? Father, there's a new act going through parliament. And by this act, they're going to administer an oath... ...about the marriage. On what compulsion is the oath? - High treason. - But what is the wording? Do the words matter? We know what it means. Tell me the words. An oath is made of words. It may be possible to take it. Take it? And if it can be taken, you must take it, too. No! Listen, Meg. God made the angels to show him splendor. As he made animals for innocence and plants for their simplicity. But Man he made to serve him wittily, in the tangle of his mind. If he suffers us to come to such a case that there is no escaping... ...then we may stand to our tackle as best we can. And yes, Meg, then we can clamor like champions, if we have the spittle for it. But it's God's part, not our own, to bring ourselves to such a pass. Our natural business lies in escaping.