Aliena: Prior Philip gives you pittance for all the hours that you spend building his church, Jack. His, not yours. You're so tired when you come home you have little energy for anything else but sleep. I'm treated like a neglected mistress. I'm not even your wife! And you think an afternoon of kite flying and picnic is enough to make everything fine?
Jack: You're not my wife because you chose to marry Alfred. I begged you not to, but Richard needed the money. And that is all that you care about, isn't it? Richard's precious title. Well, that was your naive promise, Aliena, not mine. Face the facts. Shiring is a dream, you will never win it back. Just as you will never be a princess again, only the merchant mistress of a common labourer.