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from this day to the ending of the world,

l am sent to lreland to end this infernal rebellion, not to idle--

You, your friends, your blasphemous theater

l know who Richard lll was.

The Earl of Southampton? But with whom?

Edward's and mine.

has brought my words to life

Fireworks? Huh.

l am the Earl of Southampton.

l'm a writer, aren't l? Of course l've bloody well been arrested.

l've found someone who will make me a coat of arms,

Thou wast begot

WlLLlAM: Murdered?!

l am sorry, my Lord of Oxford.

[MOZART'S "REQUlEM" PLAYS]

SPENCER [lMlTATlNG HORSE]: No!

Well, that will be expensive, keeping all the actors ready,

By your own hand. He was stealing my poems.

SERVANT: My Lady of Oxford, welcome home.

Fair on the eyes.

Nero smoked crack while America burned

Got powerful friends now, don't you?

Did you know my family can trace

the previous Earl of Oxford,

Have you seen Lord Essex?

Edward must be removed.

to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub.

WOMAN 1: l agree, my lord. My Lord of Southampton.

that is the question.

ROBERT: And, Jonson? Better him, won't you?

An undeniable perfection

DWARF: Comedy, Majesty. Comedy. By whom?

l can give her Brooke House and 100 pounds.

Comedy, yes. Tragedy, perhaps.

This is a Puritan home, my lord.

He is in the viewing chamber with Her Majesty.

[ACTORS YELLlNG]

Break it down! GUARD 2: Go, lads!

Essex will be convicted,

our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

You will tell him that l am gravely ill, but that all is in hand.

After the birth, l shall find a suitable house for the child to be reared in.

We very much liked your play tonight.

l must speak to her. Myself.

Oh, which would you prefer, Sir Robert Cecil? A pastoral?

[CROWD HlSSlNG]

CARRlAGE DRlVER: Whoa.

and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.

Sentence has been passed.

are they cast loose, freed.

We hope you will be happy in our house.

ln delay there lies no plenty.

l will go back to your daughter.

The glory-- Liar.

There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.

l thank Your Majesty for seeing me.

ls it an uprising? ls it a revolt?

lt is my only desire to be Your Majesty's most trusted servant

But sometime soon after your return to court.

You don't know,

[ELlZABETH LAUGHS]

While l am with her, you will come not with an army or swords,

To be, or not to be,

BlSHOP: --duly considering the causes for which matrimony was ordained.

And your son after you.

ROBERT: Majesty.

MAN 3: Your Majesty. MAN 4: Your Majesty.

Hardly. That's Will's new play.

All of them? Don't look at me

This play is seditious

l wish you Godspeed and good morrow.

lt was helpful when l wrote to your jailers

lNTERROGATOR: And have you ever been arrested before, Mr. Jonson?

I, that am rudely stamped,

All things are ready, if our minds be so!

even Queen Elizabeth herself,

Begin rehearsals immediately. lt must not be performed until l tell you,

FRANCESCO: Join us! JONSON: Francesco!

MAN 5: Your Majesty. MAN 6: God bless Your Majesty.

[HORSES NElGHlNG]

POLE: Make way! This is none of your concern!

l will not let that oaf Spencer have another go at one of my roles.

l think we should keep your good name quite intact.

[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]

He's a nobleman, you say? Well, is he powerful, rich?

WOMAN 3: l'd like to see his arse dispersed!

O mistress mine,

There are reports of his sending financial aid, even troops.

Cecil told me your match was one of love.

Francesco. He tried to kill me.

MAN: The mighty Sampson!

Wonderful, wonderful.

Thank you. And it's all written in verse. Thank you.

Last year. For Every Man.

We believe such activities to be the worship of false idols,

and end your Protestant reign. All that stop them are the Channel

Leave that to me.

What? Why not? l'm perfect for the role.

Please! l'm a poet, for God's sake! l'm not a criminal!

l, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,

JONSON: A command performance for our new king.

[CONDELL YELLS]

He writes to me.