Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drink during a performance? l am a professional, Mr. Henslowe.
many things long past.
do one thing more.
[PERFORMERS WHOOPlNG]
All you have to do is look at Essex to see the queen's reflection.
Yes. Why not? Why can't a man change the world with words?
Marlowe, spot me a few pence, will you?
Fictional character.
lt's a comedy! There's nothing seditious about it!
Perish the man whose mind is backward now!
lt's supposed to be a bloody comedy.
[LAUGHS]
the designs of a murderer, the pleas of his victims.
[GRUNTS]
PROLOGUE: Robert Cecil remained the most powerful man
[ANNE SOBBlNG]
The Netherlands?
its peerage back further than any other family in the kingdom?
[OXFORD SPEAKlNG lN GREEK]
lnto a thousand parts divide one man
Precisely why l avoid them.
Torch it! GUARD 6: Give it up!
writing again.
[GASPlNG]
'Fondling,' she saith, 'l'll be a park And thou shalt be my deer
not a single manuscript of any kind
l could only ever trust the Cecils
Thou shalt not worship false idols in my household.
We do what we have to to survive and survive well in this life. All of us.
WlTCHES: Double, double, toil and trouble.
Promise me, Jonson.
[TUTOR SPEAKlNG lN FRENCH]
There is no record of the true birth
Well, you haven't got any ink.
How could he not? But he is not your burden.
from becoming ever more popular.
[PANTlNG]
They were more, uh, clear...
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Edward wishes to choose the next king.
Ale?
Oh, he can read well enough. How else could he learn his lines?
His own grandchild to follow you on the throne.
My God.
be gentle. SERVANT: Yes, master.
We go as we are now.
POLE: Get him!
No, you have the freedom of the kingdom, just not of the court.
My lady,
We can claim self-defense.
whereof this pamphlet,
How do you find me?
This is for your trouble, Signor Jonson.
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l am a free man. My gift is a play.
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Sorry to disturb your entertainment.
They do not wait to be taken.
"l'll make you the richest and most popular playwright in London."
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
Or l can bring you so much
A hundred pounds, Father? Mother?
A complete and utter amateur.
where are you roaming?
Secondly, for the mutual society, health and comfort
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
for from it wast thou taken,
That showed your betters as fools who would barely get food
No further, pretty sweeting.
as a weakness of ours.
But l, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
You could have been a king, Edward.
My sister saw you leave Oxford Stone with them under your arm.
Your wife must be pleased to have you once more present at her side.
[WOMAN SOBBlNG]
They didn't sit there like the reptilia of court,
Benjamin Jonson!
When l sleep, when l wake, when l sup. When l walk down the hall.
POLE: l know you're in here!
Edward, our family
Your everlasting soul hangs in the balance, not poems.
Alone.
[PROSTlTUTES LAUGHlNG]
[LAUGHlNG]
There is a play to be performed
We are glad of your return from the continent.
They are to be beheaded.
l am sorry for your loss, my lord.
never knew the truth and both now are dead.
Amaze us with your verse.
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ELlZABETH: We wish to recall Essex.
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Elizabeth...
Will, he's part owner, and, uh...
Been rehearsing all week.
Yes.
How dare you? How dare you? l command you to leave my presence!
l so admire his verse.
CONDELL: Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
You think my name can be bought?
Nor could he have predicted that you would commit incest.
My lord.
No.
[CHUCKLES]
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
[♪♪♪]
We would have protected you.
I've got it. Oh.
if it comes to a fight, for me to seize the throne.
[CROWD GASPS]
ELlZABETH [WHlSPERlNG]: lf plays are indeed
Why is Oxford's man with the groundlings?
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My father-in-law's men felt it quite seditious.
Careful, Kit.
SPENCER [AS FASTlDlOUS]: Sheart, what a damn'd witty rogue's this!
l was beautiful.
We had seen some of this Shakespeare's plays
[GASPS]
Jonson, wonderful dialogue.
ln my world, one does not write plays, Jonson.
by drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, to set the--
[FRANCESCO SHOUTS lN lTALlAN]
The author of 37 plays,
ls that Homer? No. Plato.
--that you see them, printing their proud hoofs
whose high, upreared and abutting fronts,
assume the port of Mars, and at his heels
Sir Robert Cecil.
and by opposing end them.
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We must yield!
WlLLlAM: Robert!
Tell your master that Her Majesty-- Will gladly accept.
Cecil's all but promising him the throne.
Get out. Get out.
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
where you may see the inmost part of you.
and the head of the boy on the block!
Do you see?! Si, signor.
l promise you, Edward, you've seen nothing like it!
What did you say to her?
How?