Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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# My love, she is my world #

The deep darkness!

Speed the words

He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him.

Love's Labour's Won.

If I tell them the truth, they'll panic and think it was witchcraft.

You haven't even finished it yet.

Hold on. The architect. The architect! The Globe! Come on!

What have you done?

There's still one word with a power that aches.

Good night, Doctor.

- Hamnet? -That's him.

and strikes the fulsome grove of Rexel 4.

- Bethlem Hospital, the madhouse. -We gotta go there, right now. Come on!

That's brilliant!

I don't know, like a blow to the heart. A visible blow.

Except those last few lines.

My only boy. The Black Death took him.

Well, that goes for most of his stuff. Ah, but at least it's my speech.

What have you done to upset her?

Erm, verily, forsooth, egads!

And yes, you can have that.

Soon, at the hour of woven words,

-and they were both connected to you. -You're accusing me?

That's it. That's it.

But the play tonight shall restore the rest.

Make that witch house.

But you're clever! Do you honestly think this place is any good?

A suitor should meet his beloved's parents.

But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?

I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!

We'll manage. Come on.

Though, strictly speaking, it's not a globe.

- Can I talk to him? -You won't get an answer.

Eternal sleep is thine.

a heart for a hart, a dear for a deer.

When you get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare.

Where a woman can be what she likes.

"The light of Shadmoch's hollow moon

It's staring me right in the face, and I can't see it.

I've got a nice attic in the Tardis