Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[HORSE NElGHS AND MAN SHOUTS lNDlSTlNCTLY]
MAN 1: Give it good heat. MAN 2: This hot enough?
She does not ask my advice on matters of the heart.
SOLDlER 4: Keep still!
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
How l took him. How l adored him.
Compose something.
She will not see me!
to crown James of Scotland the next king?
We are betrayed! Unh!
Make do with what you've got, Will. l won't be your beggar.
How much money did you say he gave you?
That can kiss,
[♪♪♪]
And he'll tell me because he has so much more to lose than you.
PROSTlTUTE 1: Try your luck. PROSTlTUTE 2: Thanks.
SPENCER: Best villain in theater history, Richard lll.
l do not think the whore has named the bastard.
l am not worthy of this charge.
[AUDlENCE LAUGHlNG]
♪ The throstle with his note so true ♪
We are not interested in your plays, Mr. Jonson.
That's why l was arrested. Wasn't it?
[CHUCKLES]
l know not, sir.
And, for God's sake, keep off the stage.
[SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]
Why must you continue to humiliate my family?
Bloody Mary was still queen and our future Gloriana was out of favor.
He drew sword first.
The most performed playwright of all time.
LADY-lN-WAlTlNG: Your Majesty.
[GASPS]
So terrifying!
that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention,
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
lt's a trap!
l promised l'd finish Eastward Ho.
What does he want?
Why don't you disperse William Cecil's arse?
[WOMAN MOANlNG]
Elizabeth has revoked all of his royal licenses.
♪ To see a fine lady Ride on a white horse ♪
ELlZABETH: You sport with me.
He hated you, Edward.
We value his counsel greatly.
Playwright! Playwright! Playwright!
Hey. Have you any idea to whom you are speaking?
CONDELL [AS CHORUS]: O for a Muse of fire
[BELL TOLLlNG]
So only one performance, then? That bad, is it?
Well, it's certainly big.
The herald just finished it about an hour ago.
he is played as a hunchback.
Majesty?
But its politics did have quite an effect on the Tower.
The Tudor rose.
[APPLAUSE CONTlNUES]
Off to Stratford, then.
Ever.
WOMAN: Your Majesty. MAN 2: Your Majesty.
[CROWD CHANTlNG]
Ah. There he is.
l'll have my guineas, Ben.
Who's gonna pay me, then?
[SlRENS WAlLlNG]
CAESAR: Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
[LAUGHS]
[DOOR THUDS]
l'm afraid that is not possible, my lord.
Henry, some of my men have
lt eats at you.
and Robin shall restore amends.
[FRANCESCO SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]
[CHEERlNG]
without direct order. Yes, my lord.
Plays?
l will not send a letter.
l enjoyed your little comedy, Jonson. You have great potential.
Uh-- Pub-- Published?
admit to trying to better me in historical drama?
[BANGlNG ON DOOR]
to release you in my father-in-law's name.
my plays, my sonnets...
You, um...
The maids love the romantic tragedies.
would rather bow to a Tudor, bastard though he may be, than a Scotsman.
Banished.
My lords--
Ten thousand souls, all listening to the writings, the ideas of one man.
Shall l close the theater?
Or may we cram within this wooden O,
and of the rumors of his birth, and he is justly concerned.
sign.
The streets are quiet.
[COUGHlNG]
JONSON: Francesco?
Ahem. My lord.
pain.
My lord, when we first met,
Has Edward been happy,
God be with you all!
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
[SlGHS]
Ahh. But soft!
Ah. Your Majesty, my Lord of Southampton has a gift for you.
The stagecraft is quite spectacular.
You must flee quickly, Majesty. He means to kill you
TUTOR: Yes, my lord.
ln 400 years, not one document.