Will wants to marry me, father.
Well, he can't marry you.
Sir Thomas, I'm called to the bar.
Congratulations, Roper.
My family may not be at the palace, sir, but in the city...
There's nothing wrong with your family, Will.
There's not much wrong with you.
Except you seem to need a clock.
I can buy a clock, sir.
Roper, the answer is no.
And will be no, as long as you're a heretic.
Now, that's a word I don't like, sir Thomas.
It's not a likeable word.
It's not a likeable thing.
The church is heretical.
Dr. Luther has proved that to my satisfaction.
Luther is an excommunicated.
From a heretic church.
Church.
It's a shop.
Salvation by the shilling and divorces.
Will, no.
I know, I say.
You've no sense of the place.
He's no sense of the time.
Now, now, listen, Will.
Two years ago, you were a passionate churchman.
Now, you're a passionate Lutheran.
We must just pray that when your head's finished turning, your face is to the
front again.
Is your horse here?
No, sir.
I walked.
Well, take a horse from the stables and get back home.
So long.
May I come again?
Yes.
Soon.
Is that final, Father?
As long as he's a heretic, Meg, that's absolute.