PRINCE OF WALES   (aside to the Duke of York) One would consider that almost as vexing.

KING   What was that?

PRINCE OF WALES   I was rejoicing, sir, that you are unharmed. They are now getting into their coaches.

QUEEN   (bitterly) The son rejoices. The Prince of Wales rejoices. Faugh!

DUKE OF YORK   Me too, Pa. God save the King and so on.
The Queen gets into the coach as Pitt and Thurlow come hurrying down the steps and over to the King, who is now on the steps of the coach.

PITT   Your Majesty.

KING   Ah ha, Mr Pitt. Well, you’ve had a lucky escape, what, what?

PITT   I, Your Majesty?

KING   Yes, you. You’re my Prime Minister. I chose you. If anything happens to me, you’ll be out, what, what, and Mr Fox will be in, hey, hey.

PITT   I think there’s no danger of that, sir.

KING   Right! Back to Windsor.
As the coaches move off, the Queen calls to the Prince of Wales, who is in his own coach.

QUEEN   George, smile, you lazy hound. It’s what you’re paid for. Smile and wave. Come on, everybody, smile and wave. Everybody smile and wave, smile and wave.
The Prince of Wales sinks back out of view, leaving only his languid hand acknowledging the cheers of the crowd.

INT. WESTMINSTER. ROBING ROOM. DAY.

The King gone, all ceremony is abandoned, the pages bundle up the royal robes, toss the crown between them before they put it back in its box and hurry to depart.

INT. COACH. DAY.

Greville crammed into the coach with all the pages, innumerable boxes, etc., en route for Windsor.

EXT. WINDSOR. DUSK.

Establishing shot of Windsor with the King’s coach entering the castle as servants run across the green to attend the royal party as they disembark.

INT. CARLTON HOUSE. PRINCE OF WALES’S BEDROOM. NIGHT.

The Prince of Wales is in bed, waiting for Maria Fitzherbert, who is at her prayers. Maria is warm, pretty and not very clever. She is genuinely devoted to the Prince and tries to believe the best of him.

PRINCE OF WALES   Pa’s right. I am getting fatter.

MARIA   I don’t mind that.

PRINCE OF WALES   What do you mind?

MARIA   That the world thinks I am just your mistress, that’s what I mind.

PRINCE OF WALES   You shall be Queen one day, the whole bag of tricks, I am determined.

MARIA   (shaking her head) I just don’t want to be thought a Catholic whore.
She gets into bed.
George.

PRINCE OF WALES   Mmmm?

MARIA   If you tried harder to get on with the King, you could tell him the truth and …

PRINCE OF WALES   He’d forgive me?
He laughs, kissing her.
You are a sweet, silly creature.

MARIA   Try, George.
The Prince of Wales looks fed up.

EXT. WINDSOR GREAT PARK. DAY.