Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Leave us, Bridget.
All of it? ls that possible?
l will visit Elizabeth myself.
Know how long it took to banish them from her presence?
And at last breath, l shall be one of the poorest.
l assume l owe my freedom to you. That is true.
Who?
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
ls this why you bedded me? For a commission?
keep them safe. Keep them from my family.
every wise man's son doth know.
as the ultimate expressions of humanity in the English language.
No more waiting.
l would go mad if l didn't write down the voices.
[PANTlNG]
Fraud! Charlatan!
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
With whom? l would recommend
William Shakespeare.
Though the most fascinating
Where? There.
and that so lamely and unfashionable
[GASPS]
Ah! CROWD: Oh!
MAN: Hear this! Hear this!
nor any trail that leads back to you or the queen. The foster parents
Your son is going to be killed...
You must think more deeply, Robert.
Beaulieu! Aah!
lt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,
when the relationship began.
SOUTHAMPTON: But a Scotsman? On the Tudor throne?
Got it, got it, got it.
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
GUARD 1: There he is!
To die, to sleep,
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
[MEN SHOUTlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
But we must
Henslowe owes me for Shoemaker's Holiday.
No son of hers will ever rule.
FRANCESCO: Two this time.
No, she doesn't.
[♪♪♪]
So who did write Hamlet?
kiss me,
Would you risk your throne for him? Hm?
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
[CHUCKLES]
OXFORD: Stop it!
and this agreement is void, and l will see your head
Majesty! We must away. Essex is in armed revolt.
Hold your tongue, putana, and get out.
Alex, cue three. Sound, cue four and tabs, go.
Go back to my daughter. Make some effort to make her happy.
and having props made cheaply. All right.
[ESSEX SCOFFS]
She sinketh down Still hanging by his neck
heir.
SHAKESPEARE: She trembles at his tale
You lot are about as funny as the plague.
You are Benjamin Jonson, playwright.
No.
[LATCH CLlCKS]
[GROANlNG]
The voices, l can't stop them. They come to me.
Wipe his memory for all time.
tragedy.
You sound like one of your plays.
His fencing master, perhaps.
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
JONSON: Stage?
JONSON: Will, l came to London to be a great and soaring poet.
Words.
You were losing anyway.
Out. Get out.
CONDELL [AS CHORUS]: Suppose within the girdle of these walls
All his manuscripts.
Your head should be cut off, not his.
like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
Shall l order his arrest, Majesty? Yes, yes. No, no.
By your men.
Well, it wasn't all in verse.
by his own mother.
My coat of arms. Ha.
Henslowe wants Romeo to run for a fortnight. A fortnight!
No, Robert.
No doubt, tragically.
For l ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
New service!
deformed, unfinish'd,
Being part in all l have,
lt's from
Speare.
SHAKESPEARE: This is incredible, Ben.
They say you're an earl as well.
it must be done carefully.
Writers do not have time to act.
lt is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Are you possessed?
That is rumor alone, Henry.
Fire!
TUTOR: My lord. l'm Edward, the Earl of Oxford.
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
CONDELL [AS GLOUCESTER]: Now is the winter of our discontent,
nor made to court an amorous looking glass.
How do you think it ends?
Would you risk England for him?
You mean Essex.
l was nothing.
And if God is watching, neither will return alive. And if he is not...
Arrest that man!!
One does not cross my father-in-law lightly.
ln iambic pentameter. lt's not that hard.
ELlZABETH: l can't decide.
Pbbt!