Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shake...
wondrous
At peace.
Our authority comes from Elizabeth and from God.
lt will give him an opportunity to respond to these reports.
MAN: Go back! Aah!
No.
No, l crave to act.
l know you have them.
ls that right? And you know this because...?
Not a play, Jonson. l've written many.
l am addressing the writer of Hamlet.
You will stay in England,
My lord, my expenses have enlarged.
A romantic tragedy.
And for your silence.
ln return for what?
[FRANCESCO SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]
Death to the French!
whose great, great acting
and you may only have a day's notice.
MAN: After him!
He wanted his grandson to be an earl.
Ben, l'm an actor. Every inch of me,
l need more money. l beg your pardon?
My Lord of Oxford.
What are those?
FRANCESCO: Listen. SERVANT: Yes, master.
Did he?
[CROWD LAUGHS]
He murders a caricature of old William Cecil himself,
Write something for us.
[WOMAN YELPS]
Why, Lord Cecil, we may very well have found your replacement.
The King of Spain, Mary, four French kings, eight popes,
After you promised.
She will not forgive him this, Edward.
On any stage.
A fortnight?
l will send a book.
Arrest them.
to bring forth so great an object:
And the mob? When does it arrive?
My lord-- l've seen it in your face.
A pox on Cecil!
Out. Henry, how many people were at that play?
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
lnnkeeper! Billy!
Behave as your great title demands you behave.
You must compensate with the gifts God did give you.
or your plays
My father told me all his secrets. All of them.
She tried to take my throne.
On truth.
They say Essex is in peace negotiations with Philip of Spain.
[ELlZABETH CONTlNUES HUMMlNG]
And in 1623, he wrote the dedication
Henry!
Yes, Your Majesty.
A play in bic-- ln bia--
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Pain.
Your father knew me as such.
[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
POLE: Put your back into it!
In that my likeness
WOMAN 1: That's the Earl of Oxford. OXFORD: Majesty.
SOUTHAMPTON: Wonderful, isn't it?
A darker story, of quills and swords.
and hear,
Let...
Francesco?
and send additional troops-- Replace?
How he confounds with his similes!
[CROWD CLAMORlNG]
l am your queen. Who is my son?
Your young King Henry reminded us of you.
Young, valiant and wise and no doubt right--
BESSlE: Edward!
Has he gone mad?
And he was survived by his wife and two daughters,
and make imaginary puissance. Think when we talk of horses--
[SHOUTlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
Of course not. But l could if l wanted.
it was just a play.
[JONSON CLEARS THROAT]
What angel
Puck? Yes, Puck.
The queen and l hope to make that so.
Anonymous.
WlLLlAM: Tell me about this play.
No.
Her Majesty would prefer never to be reminded of you,
[CROWD GASPS AND SHRlEKS]
l would have returned much, much sooner.
MAN 1: Leave the people alone! MAN 2: Down with the hunchback!
Ask him about the plays.
Oh, no. This isn't a request, Ben. l'll have more money.
Edward, Edward, when can we do it again?
No. Only until l reach my maturity.
Nine to 10 is Greek with Mr. Simmons.
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
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l assume you're as avid a theater man as myself.