Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place. We all ran like rats.
What use is your science now?
every new script must be registered at my office
A witch.
Mother Doomfinger.
When?
No mortal has power over me!
Right then, it's my turn.
Her heart gave out.
Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled.
None on Earth has knowledge of us.
into the old ways of blood and magic.
The right combination of words spoken in the right place
Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?
Hold on, though. What were you doing last night
- Peter Streete spoke of witches. -Who's Peter Streete?
And if you exaggerate that...
I got you a room, Sir Doctor.
"doth shine on to a point in space,
Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play!
Stop that pernicious Doctor!
Doesn't make sense, mind you, but never mind that. Come here.
Uh...
Ah! Here comes Costard.
Blimey! Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?
Martha, let me say goodbye to you with a new verse.
How should I know? I haven't met her yet! That's time travel for you.
Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom.
What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?
Although you might want to keep it, it suits you.
No, no, don't do that.
Oh, yes! Tonight's the night.
Author!
Tell me the story, Peter.
Love? Labour's Won, there it goes.
Sit right down here, next to me.
You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go.
Upon this night, the work is done.
- Who? -Her Majesty. She's here!
Where's Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare!
In the night, they whispered, they whispered...
Eyes and teeth. You never know, the Queen might turn up.
Stop the play! I think that was it. Yeah, I said stop the play!