Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

None on Earth has knowledge of us.
What use is your science now?
Doesn't make sense, mind you, but never mind that. Come here.
A witch.
Stop the play! I think that was it. Yeah, I said stop the play!
- Who? -Her Majesty. She's here!
Uh...
Blimey! Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?
Right then, it's my turn.
And if you exaggerate that...
- Peter Streete spoke of witches. -Who's Peter Streete?
Mother Doomfinger.
When?
"doth shine on to a point in space,
Upon this night, the work is done.
Although you might want to keep it, it suits you.
Author!
No mortal has power over me!
Tell me the story, Peter.
Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?
Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play!
I got you a room, Sir Doctor.
Sit right down here, next to me.
every new script must be registered at my office
You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go.
She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place. We all ran like rats.
No, no, don't do that.
Eyes and teeth. You never know, the Queen might turn up.
Stop that pernicious Doctor!
How should I know? I haven't met her yet! That's time travel for you.
Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom.
Martha, let me say goodbye to you with a new verse.
Hold on, though. What were you doing last night
What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?
The right combination of words spoken in the right place
Where's Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare!
Love? Labour's Won, there it goes.
into the old ways of blood and magic.
Her heart gave out.
Oh, yes! Tonight's the night.
Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled.
Ah! Here comes Costard.
In the night, they whispered, they whispered...