Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WlLLlAM: I cannot be certain, Your Majesty,
[TRUMPETS PLAYlNG FANFARE]
like l just gutted your pet dog.
to bring forth so great an object.
which they call la commedia dell'arte.
We few, we happy few,
Every word went up in flames when you torched the theater.
And 4 to 5, fencing.
Essex tomorrow. Southampton in a week.
Was it any good? How should l know?
Well, off to Essex House, then.
And when her first child was born...
He burst in! Armed.
She still loves you.
in the deep bosom of the ocean.
To that end, l have the honor of introducing you to your tutors.
He is our son.
COURT OFFlClAL: Robert Devereaux,
Jonson, show yourself!
Most wonderful!
Come closer.
for treason by Her Gracious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth
to quell the Catholic rebellion.
[SERVANT SCREAMS]
SOLDlER 1: Freedom!
The queen has decided to release you.
Has Francesco left? Yes, my lord.
One way or another,
Some nonsense about fairies and cherubs.
will be remembered solely because we had the honor to live
And who would you advise to replace him?
and, eventually, a playwright.
And yet she refuses to name an heir.
No Jonson plays at the Globe.
Ah. Very well. Send Essex
who else should the queen turn to but Essex?
He still lives?
A man deserving of the Tudor crown.
Surely there must be room for beauty and art in life, my lord?
lgnore your estates to the point of bankruptcy.
A messenger.
the book?
SHAKESPEARE [AS CARLO]: Better with similes than smiles.
Mount your horses!
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You informed on one of your own? To the Tower?
[PEOPLE SCREAMlNG]
that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day!
WOMAN 1: Death to tyranny! WOMAN 2: Freedom!
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MAN 1: Your Majesty. MAN 2: Your Majesty.
What's going on?
Ben. l'll just go to Will.
l, too, have a condition.
Except one of Elizabeth's bastards.
is not more twin than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Lord William Cecil.
Only then is my mind quieted.
No, no, my most majestic Majesty.
[BELL TOLLlNG lN DlSTANCE]
The flat unraised spirits
The son of Mary.
The women?
To set my brother Clarence and the king...
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And on his neck Her yoking arms she throws:
Yes, my lord.
[DOOR OPENS]
lf she did, she would not have chosen you.
Your service to his lordship is once again greatly appreciated.
My lord.
l ask for your blessing, Edward. l cannot give it.
Never a sword raised in glorious battle.
Present mirth hath present laughter.
and executed
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ALL: To Shakespeare and villainy!
Holy Mary, mother of God.
Edward.
So it was with Elizabeth, so it shall ever be.
ELlZABETH: Which country did you like the best on your travels, my lord?
We're interested in the plays given to you by Edward de Vere,
She will call for me.
l will give you as many grandchildren as she can bear, or l can remain here.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Um... And, uh, thank you!
[THUNDER CRASHlNG]
[THUNDER CRASHlNG OVER SPEAKERS]
God does indeed require our help in this matter.
Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.
faces motionless, fangs momentarily retracted.
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[OXFORD & BEAULlEU GRUNTlNG]
The theater is full! There is no more room!
♪ Rings on her fingers Bells on her toes ♪
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
Finally act according to your station in life
SPENCER: Nay, l know not. ls it the king?
are the soul of the age.
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shall think themselves accursed they were not here!
lt's just the one performance.
Of a stage conquered and a throne lost.
Good. Great.
l am slain!
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[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
My father's death has been a great loss for us all, Your Majesty.
My best so far.
Had l known my absence would have caused Your Grace so much longing,
where, the story goes, he became an actor,
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NASHE: By the beard, that's Edward de Vere, the Earl of Oxford.
Ahem. Perhaps they haven't noticed. l made sure they did.
O, stay,
a hundred and fifty-four sonnets,
SOLDlER: To the queen!