Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OXFORD: What is the meaning of this?
l'll be at the Mermaid. l'll be back in a minute.
There is more, Your Majesty.
That's a terrible bet, Ben!
The foundling, of course, had to be reared a nobleman.
My lord?
SOLDlER 6: Yield, sir!
The wonder of our stage
[LAUGHS]
l am at your service, sir.
as a businessman and grain merchant.
Elizabeth had several bastard children, Edward.
lt is to be expected, living in such close quarters.
By order of the Privy Council, the bridge must be cleared immediately!
Not a day too soon for Cecil!
All to write...
My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.
ls he well placed? A nobleman?
OXFORD: "To the Earl of Southampton:
WlLLlAM: Your whore gave birth last week.
[♪♪♪]
Edward? You must bribe someone.
ELlZABETH: And so, in spite of death
A gift?
Two thousand? Maybe more.
that plagued my soul.
l had nothing to do with that.
and that so lamely and unfashionable,
Richard the Third. We've been hired to perform it free to the public.
[PLAYlNG FANFARE]
by William Shakespeare.
we would only anger the mob.
Politics. My play has nothing to do with politics.
cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
The measure done, l'll watch her place of stand,
l don't think she ever knew, to tell you the truth.
A play, my lord.
You may have betrayed me...
You have been released.
SOLDlER 2: Fire at will!
On what subject, Your Grace?
She will be furious if she finds out about this.
Make even a hint of this to the child or anyone else,
Ch-change the world? What, with rhyme?
[GUNSHOTS]
should famine, sword,
[♪♪♪]
[STAFF THUMPlNG THEN DOOR OPENS]
Make ready!
[SOFTLY] Oh.
SPENCER: No doubt. Jonson's not bad for everyday scalawags, but Shakespeare...
But there is something l wish in return.
l haven't got all night, Jonson. JONSON: l...
WOMAN: Oh, Will, Will!
The Tower!
One, you will not acknowledge the child.
Robert, come here!
And you'll profit nothing from it.
Didn't you think l knew?
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.
His will famously left his second-best bed to his widow.
'Tis a consummation,
No, no, no, stop!
a king.
SOUTHAMPTON: Nothing rash. No man is to draw sword or fire musket
GUARD 2: Over there!
Rich, not gaudy.
[HUMMlNG]
Hmph.
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
Southampton will follow.
calling for Robert Cecil to be banished from the court.
l have made it my life's work to know the character of men, Jonson.
l am as accomplished with sword and musket as l am in verse.
[CAR HORNS HONKlNG]
HEMlNGE [AS ANTONlO]: How have you made division of yourself?
A mob. All of them, all of them,
whilst your husband put ink to paper.
He vexes you.
SHAKESPEARE: What's all this about?
Try astounding us with the letter E.
[BELL TOLLS FOUR TlMES]
WOMAN: Thank you. Drink up, Francesco. Another one where that came from.
l, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
But the metaphor was clear for anyone to see. And see, they did.
are now confined two mighty monarchies
Ever.
POLE: Stand aside!
all this
on Monday.
When l hear the applause,
He can't even-- Yeah, all right.
Nothing.
a wanton ambling nymph.
You? My loyal earls? Hm.
l'm not sure.
No.
Wait.
who, like Shakespeare's own father, were irrefutably illiterate.
William...
[PANTlNG]
ClNNA: Tyranny is dead!
your words
l know he went to you last night and was planning to expose you
By Anonymous, Your Majesty.
and change the Stratford lists. lmpossible.
is truth,