Prince Edward:
Father, you have done what you've done. The spoils are yours, but it is a small victory.
The King:
If I could explain...
Prince Edward:
Spare me that. Spare me the final hypocrisy of your sympathy. Take your map. Rearrange it to your heart's content. Make your precious marriage of alliance. You've destroyed whatever vestige of love and happiness I might have found, and you've done it in the name of patriotism. So... let it be thus. Choose me a bride from amongst the ragbag of royal virgins I have twice rejected. Choose who you will. I care not. I'll play my public part to the altar but no further. Your royal house will live with you but die with me.
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