Henry did not grant that (bold print) request.The only admirer who survived was Thomas Wyatt, who was in prison already. (Thomas Wyatt is imprisoned pretty much every few years.) Supposedly he was able to see Anne’s execution from his cell, and proceeded to write poems discussing how heartbreaking it was.
Anne kept her composure to the end. The day of her execution, the Constable of the Tower of London met with her, and wrote that:
“This morning she sent for me, that I might be with her at such time as she received the good Lord, to the intent I should hear her speak as touching her innocency alway to be clear. And in the writing of this she sent for me, and at my coming she said, ‘Mr. Kingston, I hear I shall not die afore noon, and I am very sorry therefore, for I thought to be dead by this time and past my pain.’ I told her it should be no pain, it was so little. And then she said, ‘I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck.”
Way to keep it together, lady. In spite of the fact that her execution kept being postponed, which really would have made the whole situation infinitely more agonizing for . . . everyone, when she was finally brought to the scaffold, she gave what I think of as being the most dignified speech ever. Her last words were:
“Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never: and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.”
I mean, compare that to Madame du Barry shrieking, “One more moment, Mr. Executioner, one more little minute!”
Oh, who am I kidding? I love Madame du Barry, too.
But gosh, Anne Boleyn, wow, she was able to keep it together. As Ashley pointed out, ”looking down the guillotine [or at a swordsman] with your dignity intact is basically the opposite of sitting at your laptop sobbing into a handful of tiramisu while documenting [your break-up] for the internet.”