"My life, when it is written, will read better than it lived. Henry Fitz-Empress, first Plantagenet, a king at 21, the ablest soldier of an able time. He led men well, he cared for justice when he could and ruled, for 30 years, a state as great as Charlemagne's. He married out of love, a woman out of legend. Not in Alexandria, or Rome, or Camelot has there been such a queen. She bore him many children... but no sons. King Henry had no sons. He had three whiskered things but he disowned them. [to his sons] You're not mine! We're not connected! I deny you! None of you will get my Kingdom, I leave you nothing and I wish you plague! May all your children breach and die! [he storms out the corridor, turns and looks back] My boys are gone. I've lost my boys. [looks skyward] You dare to damn me, do you? Well, I damn you back! GODDAMN YOU! [in tears] My boys are gone. I've lost my boys. Oh, Jesus, all my boys..."