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"...Dravidian shores, linear 5-9-3-0-1-6..."
- The film? -No, the novelisation. Yes, the film!
Avril 6, 1963
Finishing the play.
That's something to look forward to.
Would you enter, bold sir?
- The wordsmith! -Fear not.
The Carrionites use words instead.
But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?
Then watch this world become a blasted heath.
Avril 16, 1963
But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright
That's Love's Labour's Won over and done with.
Forgive me, this is foul.
Excuse me. Hold hard a moment.
There's such a thing as psychic energy,
You're William Shakespeare!
- No, don't! -Doctor, can you stop her?
to writer's hand.
- Do you want some happy? -Buy some anger!
So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed.
Fear of this place set me right again. Serves its purpose.
Who are you exactly? More to the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?
Oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts.
I think it helps if you don't whip them. Now, get out!
Here you go, Will, drink up.
This performance must end immediately.
Always 14.
of the heart.
Not without a generator the size of Taunton,
Treason 2, Webisode 11
Why would a man hide his title in such despair?
Lovely. There we go. By-da-boom-ba!
Oh, that's quite good.
Outside this door,
No!
I've just got the final scene to go. You'll get it by morning.
And as for you, Sir Doctor.
Power of a name works only once. Observe.
Now to halt the vital part.
A world of bones and blood and witchcraft.
You what?
I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Love's Labour's Won.
The play is the thing!
Peter, tell me!
The potion is prepared.
I thought then he smelt of something new.
A muse to pen Love's Labour's Won.
- She's turned up! -We're the talk of the town.
His son perished.
Oh, big mistake. 'Cause that name keeps me fighting.
Oh, no, no, no. Who let you in?
Well...
Author! Author!
- Will! -Will!
- Expelliarmus! -Expelliarmus!
Popular entertainment for the masses.
A month after finishing this place, he lost his mind.
Your kiss transformed me.
Oh, yeah, but a theatre's magic, isn't it?
Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons,
Doomfinger, transport yourself.
Our builder. He sketched the plans for the Globe.
Oh, I think death has been waiting for you a very long time.