Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With cunning. With ruthlessness.
A weakness to be exploited.
OXFORD: An actor!
and monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
He had it all planned. Years in advance.
What, do you mean like in a book?
My lord.
Hello.
Arrest them both.
And all artists have something to say. Otherwise, they'd make shoes.
and therefore most monetarily successful playwright in London.
in Edinburgh, Sir Robert.
New service. By the beard.
because of the Cecils, my commoners.
Taxi! Taxi! MAN 1: All right, what are you saying?
And you said l was mad for building a bigger theater.
Oh, and congratulations.
if your lordship does not agree to an increase in my fee,
Elizabeth is old. lll.
[GROANS]
[BOTTOM HUMMlNG lN HlGH-PlTCHED VOlCE]
But in that
His lordship is asking for you.
Hmm. ltaly. And why is that?
God save the king!
JONSON: When shall l return? FRANCESCO: ln a fortnight.
DISPERSIOOOON
and will with all expedience charge on us!
How now! A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
[CROWD YELLlNG]
The other one?
Will?
To beget is thy duty.
lt's an open secret you support the rebels against Spain.
Edward promised us a mob, and a mob we will have.
[GUNSHOTS]
when l return to London on Monday next. lt is decided.
Confiscated his property. She believes every lie Cecil tells about him.
CONDELL [AS GLOUCESTER]: --and hate the idle pleasures of these days.
GUARD 7: Burn everything!
Francesco, is a quality l have unfortunately never possessed.
For truth,
[SlGHS]
Perchance with that, you will best me.
Everyone thinks he's her son. My lords.
Does he know?
ESSEX: We yield.
Kill me off, you won't have any good plays to act in after this is done.
Freedom, liberty, and enfranchisement!
Francesco, do you see?!
MAN: For Essex! And England!
On your horses, everyone!
l cannot have my reputation soiled
For he is all of ours, is he not?
The Act of Succession.
We yield!
OFFlCER: To your positions!
[CROWD YELLlNG]
What, the noble, there? Ha-ha. Why, he's a gull! He's a fool! Aah!
Oh, well, worry not. A one-trick pony. He'll never do it again.
Thus endeth the brief career of one Ben Jonson.
[CROWD GASPS THEN BOOS]
You are commissioning Englishmen to help fight their cause.
My lord, l really--
l will go back to your daughter,
Oh. Heh.
And dancing asses.
Deliver up your arms!
Puck would never fight for you in the Netherlands.
SOUTHAMPTON: Edward!
And it shall be remembered
sent before my time into this breathing world,
but in the small town of his birth, Stratford-upon-Avon,
WlLLlAM: Essex's martial abilities are,
The tinkers, the cobblers, the bricklayers of London.
devoted yours."
l'll smoke you out like a rat!
Yes. Yes, yes.
A nobleman.
That's the smell of your theater going up in flames!
but with her loyal subjects.
Mount your horses.
l'll have little trouble parting the legs of barmaids.
ELlZABETH: Your son?
Disperse!
We must discuss our daughter's dowry.
For he today that sheds his blood with me,
[WOMAN GASPS]
[BlRD SQUAWKS]
Beware
No.
This play has been declared seditious
[lN NORMAL VOlCE] The poor man's brain is lighter than his feather!
but you will never betray my words.
You haven't read it?
They only wished for a voice equal to their birth.
You're...
[GRUNTlNG]
Keep it high. Mind your knee. Straight.
Get out! Get out!
[THUNDER CRASHlNG]
MOB [CHANTlNG]: Essex! Essex! Essex!
What have you done?
Will Shakespeare! Hello, Ben.
SOLDlER 1: Hold your fire! SOLDlER 2: Hold your fire!
He simply believes he is your royal equal.
But it made no mention of a single book
[TRUMPETS PLAYlNG FANFARE]
and accept the responsibilities of your great title.
He was a character.
[CROWD CHEERlNG AND WHlSTLlNG]
the right man succeeds Elizabeth.
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
Whither should l ride but to the court?
He tells the truth.
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
They were destroyed.
shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile,
Who told you?
He was born the son of a glove maker,
Just pull in there.