Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're neither the first nor the last of her lovers!
And of Juliet and her Romeo. Am l not?
if you didn't agree to his terms. You're mad.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
made not of stone, but of verse.
Sorry, sire. Will.
Ruin?
ls this wise?
She adores them! And Edward knows it!
[CHEERlNG]
So good night unto you all.
You're certain of this? William Cecil was murdered.
now and forevermore as King James the First of England,
'Tis not hereafter.
And it was hard to come by.
l beseech you,
[GRUNTlNG]
sweet and twenty.
[DAVlD HlRSCHFELDER'S "NlGHT OF THE LONG KNlVES" PLAYlNG]
do you?
You know he's illiterate, don't you?
NASHE: Playwright!
[SCREAMlNG]
My lady.
l betrayed you.
on the 25th day of February in the year of our Lord,
Ah. You see? Even easier.
l'll be arrested.
Then what do you suggest l do?!
Nero fiddled whilst Rome burned.
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and in my chambers.
Of course, Your Majesty.
ltaly, Your Grace.
HEMlNGE: Better than Mephistopheles?
bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
He must never know.
For 'tis
my father took it and hid it.
[STAMMERlNG] lt's just-- lt's just been...
Never...
[CANE THUMPlNG]
l, for one, wish to see this anonymous colleague of ours.
By the grace of God, Her Majesty, Elizabeth,
By the stroke of 4.
Fancy a tumble? Only tuppence.
l have the questionable distinction to be married to his only daughter.
[SlGHS]
POLE: Do you smell that, Jonson?
SOLDlER 3: Put down your arms.
Scotland, Wales and lreland.
Ha-ha-ha. WOMAN: Ale!
And if l give him to you...?
Ooh. Then you have to do it then, don't you?
A theater? For your work?
l've pledged to go with him.
Or what? You'll slit my throat, like you did Kit's?
and low.
But how could one love the moon after having seen the sun?
l find
SOUTHAMPTON: They are all at the theater.
Ben, waiting to see how it's received before you lay claim?
ls it not marvelous?
Like Essex,
Sir, for the last three years, you have seized much of my inheritance.
We shall lose all of our royal licenses, our property!
and will not continue! Seditious?
[♪♪♪]
scarce half made up,
♪ With orange-tawny bill ♪
Always concerned for me. What would you have me do?
GENERAL: A thousand men, maybe more. We cannot attack such a force.
Plays are the work of the devil,
You...
[SlNGlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
Ah. James.
Soul of the age
Then come,
wakes me from my flow'ry bed?
in our son's stead.
both high,
My son prefers the company of himself.
CASCA: Speak, hands for me!
All my writings...
We must arrest this Shakespeare and--
ELlZABETH: Brash, yet brave.
My name, my lord?
Never seen anything like it.
CRANE: My Lord of Oxford.
his lordship,
as long as words are made of breath
Robert!
you said you wished to become a great man of state.
[♪♪♪]
Deny him. The son of the queen?
lt is but a small comfort to me.
Aw. Come on, Burbage.
[♪♪♪]
Your Grace, he is already married.
He despises us.
Merely words shall be my sole legacy.
[TAPPlNG]
Arrest this man as well! What? No, wait--
Comedy or tragedy?
but we in it shall be remembered.
The grandson of Henry Vlll.
[CROWD CLAPPlNG]
Your Majesty.
[SNlFFS]
[OXFORD & TUTOR GRUNTlNG]
without a superfluous moiety.
l shall convince her to send Essex to lreland
fornication and heresy.
[GRUNTlNG]
Me.
Oh, and have you ever tried?
And whither were you riding now, signior?
People like you do.
Are you--? Uh--
with King James of Scotland.
[JONSON CRYlNG SOFTLY]
She is on progress.
Or an l?
is a cipher. A ghost.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,