Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

lt was an anonymous gift.
to be brought up in the fear and nurture of the Lord and faith of God.
What light through yonder window breaks?
You alone watch my plays and know them as mine.
The sweet longings of a maiden, the surging ambitions of a courtier,
l have a reputation to protect.
and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache,
MAN 7: God bless Your Majesty.
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG UPBEAT MUSlC]
And you are not a cobbler, are you, Jonson?
MAN 1 [WHlSPERlNG]: He's got a hunchback.
O for a Muse of fire,
My lord, your voice is completely different from mine.
Gentles, do not reprehend. lf you pardon, we will mend.
[MOB CLAMORlNG]
Not literally, of course.
No, Edward. He wanted his grandson to be
SOLDlER 5: Lay down your muskets.
l'll keep my sword, thank you very much.
And what thought you of our young lord's play, William?
SHAKESPEARE: "Not Without..." Right.
To Shakespeare!
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
ALL: God save the king!
An historical? An historical pastoral? An hysterical historical pastoral?
What's to come is still unsure:
[♪♪♪]
[GROANlNG]
ln the poison'd entrails throw.
That is all we have to give at the moment.
[CROWD CLAMORlNG]
Francesco!
Wisdom,
Fairer to the ear.
lf this is to be done,
None.
He was something
The most beautiful of flowers, do you not think?
Will Shakespeare.
My poems are my soul.
[CROWD HlSSlNG AND BOOlNG]
WOMAN 1: You stand aside! WOMAN 2: Watch yourself!
King James of Scotland.
A wise decision, Your Majesty.
BOTTOM: ♪ The finch, the sparrow and the lark ♪
Nobody has a better claim.
As will your son.
Anne, you should have seen them, the mob.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
[BOTH PANTlNG]
Far more elaborate than anything l've seen at court.
He is mine.
Of power and betrayal.
[SHOUTS lN lTALlAN]
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
JONSON: "Not without right"?
Here!
That's because no one saw Shoemaker's Holiday.
lt is, as of yet, just rumor.
My lord, l thought that-- You presume to think on my behalf?
BOTTOM: ♪ The woosel cock so black of hue ♪
l mean to make you the most popular,
intercepted some of William Cecil's correspondence
[BOTH GRUNTlNG]
SOUTHAMPTON: Edward! Halt!
made glorious summer by this sun of York.
For a price.
So he would wish.
My release was not officially sanctioned?
what l have to do is yours.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.
Let myself be arrested? No.
[SERVANT GROANlNG]
They say she's dying.
SHAKESPEARE: As you wish.
CONDELL: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Thank you, my lord.
born from a cesspool of plague, whoredom, thievery,
And here come the fool and the jester again, methinks.
Your father tells me you wrote this evening's play yourself.
GENERAL: See that it's done.
Because l wrote the bloody thing.
our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
then l shall be forced to make certain facts public.
l am returned only under my father-in-law's insistence.
Ale!
You know you need not ask.
Cecil will not let her see a letter without reading it first.
that dogs bark at me--
have brought ruin and dishonor to this family.
to lreland.
l'm sorry, Ben,
These are my...
And his codpiece. No, Ben.
Be careful, Will.
[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
POLE: Disperse!
in my opinion, the only antidote to the plague of Spain.
He would teach you everything he knew about statecraft,
Jonson.
Still is left alive.
Have you read
You must compensate for your malformations.
A good number performed years ago, others never seen by a living soul.
GUARD 3: Hurry!
lt's really not that difficult if you try.
[SWORDS CLANGlNG]
Mm. BARMAlD: Drink.
What do you think? lt's quite colorful?
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
lt's difficult to write, is it not?
What l have done is yours,
would never have-- What?
remain in the Privy Council while he is in lreland.