Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[HORSE NElGHS AND MAN SHOUTS lNDlSTlNCTLY]
SOLDlER 4: Keep still!
[COUGHlNG]
Why don't you disperse William Cecil's arse?
Who's gonna pay me, then?
TUTOR: Yes, my lord.
What does he want?
[FRANCESCO SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]
[GASPS]
pain.
[APPLAUSE CONTlNUES]
How l took him. How l adored him.
[♪♪♪]
Ahem. My lord.
Bloody Mary was still queen and our future Gloriana was out of favor.
Playwright! Playwright! Playwright!
♪ The throstle with his note so true ♪
lt eats at you.
[DOOR THUDS]
[LAUGHS]
Elizabeth has revoked all of his royal licenses.
JONSON: Francesco?
Ahh. But soft!
And, for God's sake, keep off the stage.
We are betrayed! Unh!
Off to Stratford, then.
l do not think the whore has named the bastard.
My lords--
l promised l'd finish Eastward Ho.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Ever.
Has Edward been happy,
lt's a trap!
The streets are quiet.
SPENCER: Best villain in theater history, Richard lll.
and of the rumors of his birth, and he is justly concerned.
She will not see me!
He drew sword first.
[WOMAN MOANlNG]
She does not ask my advice on matters of the heart.
Shall l close the theater?
to crown James of Scotland the next king?
The maids love the romantic tragedies.
♪ To see a fine lady Ride on a white horse ♪
Uh-- Pub-- Published?
He hated you, Edward.
How much money did you say he gave you?
Make do with what you've got, Will. l won't be your beggar.
ELlZABETH: You sport with me.
[AUDlENCE LAUGHlNG]
l will not send a letter.
Ten thousand souls, all listening to the writings, the ideas of one man.
Hey. Have you any idea to whom you are speaking?
The Tudor rose.
That can kiss,
CAESAR: Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
The most performed playwright of all time.
MAN 1: Give it good heat. MAN 2: This hot enough?
my plays, my sonnets...
Compose something.
Ah. There he is.
[CHUCKLES]
without direct order. Yes, my lord.
Ah. Your Majesty, my Lord of Southampton has a gift for you.
LADY-lN-WAlTlNG: Your Majesty.
to release you in my father-in-law's name.
So terrifying!
Majesty?
That's why l was arrested. Wasn't it?
ln 400 years, not one document.
Well, it's certainly big.
PROSTlTUTE 1: Try your luck. PROSTlTUTE 2: Thanks.
[SlRENS WAlLlNG]
CONDELL [AS CHORUS]: O for a Muse of fire
Henry, some of my men have
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
[BELL TOLLlNG]
You, um...
[BANGlNG ON DOOR]
l'm afraid that is not possible, my lord.
l enjoyed your little comedy, Jonson. You have great potential.
The herald just finished it about an hour ago.
[SlGHS]
[CHEERlNG]
My lord, when we first met,
he is played as a hunchback.
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
admit to trying to better me in historical drama?
You must flee quickly, Majesty. He means to kill you
Plays?
Banished.
So only one performance, then? That bad, is it?
sign.
l know not, sir.
WOMAN: Your Majesty. MAN 2: Your Majesty.
that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention,
would rather bow to a Tudor, bastard though he may be, than a Scotsman.
The stagecraft is quite spectacular.
And he'll tell me because he has so much more to lose than you.
Or may we cram within this wooden O,
[SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]
We are not interested in your plays, Mr. Jonson.
Why must you continue to humiliate my family?
and Robin shall restore amends.
God be with you all!
l'll have my guineas, Ben.
[CROWD CHANTlNG]
We value his counsel greatly.
l am not worthy of this charge.
But its politics did have quite an effect on the Tower.