Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will take away the life that God gave you.

We are not even certain that it was hemlock.

There's no wool to spin.

The dome will put hundreds into work.

Victory is in hand!

since I am the man who means to pay for it.

I'll be back tonight!

Well, it wouldn't be too difficult to uncork a bottle from the vineyard.

then insist I spend my life devoted to money and politics.

This war must end.

Keep your friend warm. And pray.

I would never presume to tell you what to do.

all, so you could just throw it away on, on, on youthful passions.

You give me an education, you expose me to great beauty,

Or loose the other eye.

-Why... the city of Lucca, of course. -Lucca is wealthy.

There must be consequences if Albizzi fails to heed your suasion.

But our republic cannot afford to lose!

Are you deaf? Answer me.

The answer is quite simple.

-What bill of sale? -For the hemlock I know you sold.

You two should get acquainted.

-You ever been to Rome? -Yes. Many years ago.

This war bleeds us dry.

- Please. - Romantic, isn't it?

-Your tongue is too sharp! -So I'm told.

Bianca. A true woman.

My family can afford to wait to pay these debts, Messer.

- Stop that! - To me, he looks mad.

The people of Florence are suffering.

You're de Girolamo, aren't you not? The weaver.

And I will instruct you on what you do with it.

One that could be used, say, to paint grapes.

I spend countless hours contemplating it, studying it from all angles.

No one can say for sure,

is an asset whose value cannot be diminished.

You know what Father taught us.

and these bills of trade will become payable.