Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Words of power!

Columns there, right, and 14 sides.

Okay, what was it, then?

So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise.

Have you seen this last bit?

# My love is night, my love is day

Now will they find love's la hour's won?

Treason 1, Webisode 11

A sonnet for my dark lady.

There's still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten.

Now he visits the madhouse.

There is naught can stop us now.

And we're slap-bang in the middle of New New York.

- Well, don't complain. -I'm not! It's marvellous.

- My lost masterpiece. -You could write it up again.

I'm not sure about this, though.

Love's Labour's Won will never be played.

- See you, Will. And thanks! -Stop him!

I have the doll.

Some cars just vanish, never to be seen again.

I take it we're expected?

Oh, just shift!

I've seen worse. I worked the late-night shift, A&E.

Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey.

- What? -Well, never mind what, just run!

# Her face was like a winter moon

Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry?

- Of course we can. Why do you ask? -It's like in the films.

If it's the last thing I do,

- Words, letters, numbers, lines! -This is just a theatre!

The final words to activate the tetradecagon.

Nighty-night, Shakespeare.

You mean travel on through time and space?

- What was that for? What did you do? -Souvenir.

# That lights the traveller's way

Ah, she's royal, that's God's business. Though you are a royal beauty.

Yeah, yeah. All in good time.

Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee...

- Bandog and Bedlam. -No, I don't.

No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me,

I shall return later.

-...mewling poor, drooped men... -Stop the play!