Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or what? You'll slit my throat, like you did Kit's?
My lady.
now and forevermore as King James the First of England,
ltaly, Your Grace.
his lordship,
NASHE: Playwright!
Comedy or tragedy?
And whither were you riding now, signior?
Soul of the age
Then what do you suggest l do?!
By the stroke of 4.
[CANE THUMPlNG]
l have the questionable distinction to be married to his only daughter.
And if l give him to you...?
l'll be arrested.
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SOLDlER 3: Put down your arms.
is a cipher. A ghost.
My son prefers the company of himself.
[SlNGlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
SOUTHAMPTON: They are all at the theater.
Ooh. Then you have to do it then, don't you?
but we in it shall be remembered.
in our son's stead.
l've pledged to go with him.
Deny him. The son of the queen?
scarce half made up,
Never...
on the 25th day of February in the year of our Lord,
We shall lose all of our royal licenses, our property!
Me.
Plays are the work of the devil,
[OXFORD & TUTOR GRUNTlNG]
[STAMMERlNG] lt's just-- lt's just been...
[SNlFFS]
Your Majesty.
with King James of Scotland.
Ruin?
Are you--? Uh--
[TAPPlNG]
Like Essex,
We must arrest this Shakespeare and--
And of Juliet and her Romeo. Am l not?
You...
Never seen anything like it.
And it was hard to come by.
CASCA: Speak, hands for me!
as long as words are made of breath
♪ With orange-tawny bill ♪
He despises us.
[GRUNTlNG]
[GRUNTlNG]
[CROWD CLAPPlNG]
and will not continue! Seditious?
[♪♪♪]
my father took it and hid it.
[SlGHS]
Arrest this man as well! What? No, wait--
Aw. Come on, Burbage.
Fancy a tumble? Only tuppence.
ls this wise?
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if you didn't agree to his terms. You're mad.
You're certain of this? William Cecil was murdered.
[SCREAMlNG]
without a superfluous moiety.
Scotland, Wales and lreland.
Ben, waiting to see how it's received before you lay claim?
By the grace of God, Her Majesty, Elizabeth,
and in my chambers.
l, for one, wish to see this anonymous colleague of ours.
Merely words shall be my sole legacy.
Sir, for the last three years, you have seized much of my inheritance.
Sorry, sire. Will.
wakes me from my flow'ry bed?
My name, my lord?
l beseech you,
lt is but a small comfort to me.
l shall convince her to send Essex to lreland
HEMlNGE: Better than Mephistopheles?
'Tis not hereafter.
fornication and heresy.
POLE: Do you smell that, Jonson?
you said you wished to become a great man of state.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
[CHEERlNG]
But how could one love the moon after having seen the sun?
Of course, Your Majesty.
Or an l?
Nero fiddled whilst Rome burned.
ELlZABETH: Brash, yet brave.
and low.
Ah. James.
You're neither the first nor the last of her lovers!
For 'tis
bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Then come,
ls it not marvelous?
The grandson of Henry Vlll.
Always concerned for me. What would you have me do?
[JONSON CRYlNG SOFTLY]
A theater? For your work?
You know he's illiterate, don't you?
Your Grace, he is already married.
CRANE: My Lord of Oxford.
Ah. You see? Even easier.
made not of stone, but of verse.
Oh, and have you ever tried?
Ha-ha-ha. WOMAN: Ale!
[DAVlD HlRSCHFELDER'S "NlGHT OF THE LONG KNlVES" PLAYlNG]
sweet and twenty.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
both high,
She is on progress.
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do you?
GENERAL: A thousand men, maybe more. We cannot attack such a force.
She adores them! And Edward knows it!
So good night unto you all.
l betrayed you.
People like you do.
He must never know.
l find
Robert!
All my writings...