Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eternal sleep is thine.

Where a woman can be what she likes.

# My love, she is my world #

But you're clever! Do you honestly think this place is any good?

When you get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare.

It's staring me right in the face, and I can't see it.

Well, that goes for most of his stuff. Ah, but at least it's my speech.

That's brilliant!

I've got a nice attic in the Tardis

Hold on. The architect. The architect! The Globe! Come on!

My only boy. The Black Death took him.

That's it. That's it.

But the play tonight shall restore the rest.

What have you done to upset her?

But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?

He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him.

I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!

-and they were both connected to you. -You're accusing me?

"The light of Shadmoch's hollow moon

And yes, you can have that.

What have you done?

The deep darkness!

Love's Labour's Won.

If I tell them the truth, they'll panic and think it was witchcraft.

- Bethlem Hospital, the madhouse. -We gotta go there, right now. Come on!

Good night, Doctor.

A suitor should meet his beloved's parents.

We'll manage. Come on.

Speed the words

Do it! Improvise!

- Can I talk to him? -You won't get an answer.

Erm, verily, forsooth, egads!

a heart for a hart, a dear for a deer.

Soon, at the hour of woven words,

Except those last few lines.

There's still one word with a power that aches.

- Hamnet? -That's him.

Make that witch house.

Though, strictly speaking, it's not a globe.

You haven't even finished it yet.

and strikes the fulsome grove of Rexel 4.

I don't know, like a blow to the heart. A visible blow.