#Jane Boleyn

[thomascromwelll]

Jessica Raine as Jane Boleyn /Lady Rochford in Wolf Hall (2015)

[dailytudors]

Kate Phillips as JANE SEYMOUR, QUEEN OF ENGLAND

[BBC's Wolf Hall: The Mirror and the Light Promotional Material]

[wolfhalledits]

Jessica Raine and Claire Foy as Jane Boleyn/Rochford and Anne Boleyn Wolf Hall (2015) — 'Master of Phantoms'

[sixaus-meaa]

Six The Musical as Tweets pt58

[janesemel]

Evil Jane Seymour, Evil Catherine of Aragon, Evil Mary I, and of course that Dastardly Jane Boleyn aren’t even unsalvageable ideas at their core - it’s just that the market for Tudor related shit has been so thoroughly boxed into an unoriginal, incurious format that the only time these ideas are incorporated it’s sure to be in the most boring, misogynistic way possible. Oooh. A man murdered his wife. And then threatened to murder the next woman he married. And you hate the woman he threatened. Because you wish he had stayed in a relationship with the one he murdered. Wow. You’re so brave and original. Should we tell everyone. Should we invite Hilary Clinton

[period-dramallama]

NOT AGAIN

PHILIPPAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[catherinesboleyn]

My favorite Tudor costumes (13/37):

Jane Boleyn’s black and gold dress and gable hood in The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

[torchwood-99]

@theladyelizabeth

All set for the new Phillipa Gregory novel

[historicconfessions]

[katharinepar]

24 October 1537: Death of Queen Jane Seymour.

‘[Jane] had lingered throughout the day, gradually slipping away. This time there was no respite. We have no record of Henry’s visiting his dying wife but would not expect to find one. It was not the custom, and in any case, the king was always afraid of sickness, even in those he loved. Much though he had adored Anne [Boleyn], he had stayed miles away from her as she had burned with the sweat. So, like everyone else, he had waited as the hours slowly passed and Queen Jane’s strength ebbed, her chances of survival diminishing. Norfolk, worried about how Henry would react to the news that all were dreading, had scribbled a hurried note to Cromwell, begging him to return to Hampton Court instantly. The duke had written at 8 p.m. that evening, hoping that the minister could make it back by early morning on the following day. He was sure that Queen Jane would be dead by then, but Cromwell would be needed “to comfort our good master.” There was “no likelihood” that the queen could recover, Norfolk had said, signing the missive as from “the hand of your sorrowful friend.”

And Norfolk had been right. The queen had not recovered. She had been beyond the desperate efforts of Dr. Butts and Dr. Owen and the prayers offered up on her behalf. With her weeping ladies clustered at her side, one of them almost certainly Jane [Boleyn], the queen had died.’ J. Fox, Jane Boleyn.

[isabelleneville]

♰ The Tudors Meme ♰

Seven Characters >> 2/7: ANNE OF CLEVES

[historicalreusedcostumes]

This Dark Blue dress is worn on Sophie Boettge as Jane Boleyn in Blood, Sex and Royalty in 2022 and worn later two times in The Serpent Queen on two exstra's in 2022.

[fideidefenswhore]

Jane had every reason to feel proud of her husband's blossoming career. Trusted by his king, emerging as a politician in his own right, George was the epitome of the flourishing, prosperous courtier. Jane, as his wife, was a woman of importance. Very much the grand lady, she acquired a scholar, William Foster, who later spoke warmly of her as the 'most special patroness' of his studies.

Jane Boleyn: The True Story of the Infamous Lady Rochford (2007), by Julia Fox

[bforbetterthanyou]

Edward Hall, in his “Chronicle”, describes how on the evening of Shrove Tuesday at York Place, Cardinal Wolsey, the King and ambassadors enjoyed a supper followed by a pageant in the great chamber, which was richly decorated with arras and torches. At the end of the chamber was a castle with towers decorated with banners, one showing three “rent hartes” (torn hearts), another showing “a ladies hand gripyng a mans harte” and the third showing “a ladies hand turnyng a mannes hart” upside down. One of the towers had a cresset burning and in the castle were musicians, hidden from sight, and eight ladies visible in the towers. These ladies, dressed in white satin, were Beauty, Honour, Perseverance, Kindness, Constance, Bounty, Mercy and Pity, the virtues held high in chivalric tradition. The King’s sister, Mary Tudor Queen of France, played Beauty, the Countess of Devonshire played Honour, Jane Parker (later Boleyn) played Constancy, Mary Boleyn played Kindness and Anne Boleyn played Perseverance. Hall describes how each lady had her name (or virtue) embroidered on her dress in gold, and how they wore cauls and gold Milan bonnets decorated with jewels.

Hall goes on to describe how these women, or virtues or graces, were guarded by eight women dressed as Indian women who were named “Danger, Disdain, Gelousie, Vnkyndenes, Scorne, Malebouche, Straitngenes” or Danger, Disdain, Jealousy, Unkindness, Scorn, Malebouche (evil tongue/mouth or Sharp Tongue) and Strangeness, which Eric Ives takes to mean “Off-handedness”. Suddenly, eight lords dressed in cloth of gold caps and blue satin cloaks entered the chamber “led by one all in crimosin sattin with burnyng flames of gold, called Ardent Desire”. These men were named “Amorus, Noblenes, Youth, Attendance, Loyaltie, Pleasure, Gentlenes, and Libertie” and the kyng was chief of this compaignie”. Ardent Desire then asked the ladies, the virtues, to come down from their towers, but Scorn and Disdain told him that “they would holde the place”, so the men attacked the castle throwing dates, oranges “and other fruites made for pleasure” at it. The ladies defended the castle with rose water and “comfittes” or sweetmeats and although Lady Scorn and her company tried to defend themselves with “boows and balles”, they were forced to flee and the lords took the “ladies of honor as prisoners by the handes” and led them out of the castle to dance. The lords and ladies then unmasked themselves and went on to enjoy a rich banquet with those who had watched the Château Vert pageant.

—Claire Ridgeway talking about the Château Vert pageant on 4 March 1522*, On This Day in Tudor History

*Ridgeway dates the pageant to 1 March, but most other sources date it to 4 March. I think the confusion comes from mixing up the more general Shrovetide celebrations and Shrove Tuesday. Shrovetide (the name for the entirety of the Shrove celebrations) began on 1 March, whereas the Château Vert pageant happened on Shrove Tuesday which was 4 March.

[sixaus-meaa]

Six The Musical as Messages pt10

(special edition: the Ladies In Waiting)

María / Maggie / Joan / Bessie / Rocky / Maud

[janesemel]

SUMMER, 1524/SUMMER, 2018 - GEORGE BOLEYN AND JANE PARKER GET ENGAGED.

"Who's she?"

George can answer the question himself, but his father will do it better. A hefty, round faced girl with a broad nose and pockmarked skin, long dark braids whipping water about her shoulders as she emerges from the water. A strapless silver-blue swimsuit clings to her wet skin, her belly spilling over the waistband, a silver ring catching the sun on her sternum. Thomas' head quirks up from his book.

"That's..." He regards her from behind his sunglasses. "...Henry Parker's daughter. The poet from Bristol, you've met him once or twice."

George hums. Mary doesn't do redeye flights, so she got in after them, late last night - they shared a quick hug in the hallway before she and her entourage went to sleep, not much time for him to take stock of the girls she brought along. Glancing over his shoulder, he spots her taking shots of Blue Chair Bay at the bar, just far enough that he's too lazy to go fetch her and request she introduce him to her friend. Anne would probably be happy to, but they left her back at the hotel, rounding off the spat she and Henry got into last night: something about the face she made when Magic Mike's Last Dance came on TV, how it soured her poor bedraggled husband's mood.

Part of him wishes he'd stayed behind with her, but it quiets when he lays eyes on Parker's daughter. She's trying to get back to shore, but the current keeps tossing her this way and that, sending her stumbling back into the waves, cackling all the while. He's got half a mind to muss his hair, walk in and lead her out by the hand, but he kills the idea. It's a fine line between gentlemanly and condescending. She finds her way to land eventually, shaking her hair dry like a dog. Her thighs are strong, ridged with cellulite, brown skin coated with sand from ankles to knees