Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The King of Spain, Mary, four French kings, eight popes,
Nine to 10 is Greek with Mr. Simmons.
l would have returned much, much sooner.
Yes, Your Majesty.
A play in bic-- ln bia--
And in 1623, he wrote the dedication
Let...
Anonymous.
Behave as your great title demands you behave.
it was just a play.
POLE: Put your back into it!
At peace.
Young, valiant and wise and no doubt right--
Shake...
Arrest them.
Pain.
Of course not. But l could if l wanted.
[CROWD CLAMORlNG]
ls that right? And you know this because...?
Out. Henry, how many people were at that play?
Ben, l'm an actor. Every inch of me,
and send additional troops-- Replace?
l assume you're as avid a theater man as myself.
A fortnight?
Oh, no. This isn't a request, Ben. l'll have more money.
Not a play, Jonson. l've written many.
You will stay in England,
She tried to take my throne.
MAN: After him!
Her Majesty would prefer never to be reminded of you,
l will send a book.
[♪♪♪]
[JONSON CLEARS THROAT]
No. Only until l reach my maturity.
What angel
lnnkeeper! Billy!
Why, Lord Cecil, we may very well have found your replacement.
MAN 1: Leave the people alone! MAN 2: Down with the hunchback!
You must compensate with the gifts God did give you.
ln return for what?
SOUTHAMPTON: Wonderful, isn't it?
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
and you may only have a day's notice.
BESSlE: Edward!
A pox on Cecil!
A darker story, of quills and swords.
No.
And the mob? When does it arrive?
My lord, my expenses have enlarged.
He murders a caricature of old William Cecil himself,
After you promised.
[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
Our authority comes from Elizabeth and from God.
[FRANCESCO SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]
No.
Your father knew me as such.
How he confounds with his similes!
What are those?
Write something for us.
Francesco?
FRANCESCO: Listen. SERVANT: Yes, master.
lt will give him an opportunity to respond to these reports.
l am addressing the writer of Hamlet.
She will not forgive him this, Edward.
They say Essex is in peace negotiations with Philip of Spain.
My Lord of Oxford.
In that my likeness
and hear,
to bring forth so great an object:
l am your queen. Who is my son?
wondrous
A romantic tragedy.
Did he?
On any stage.
No, l crave to act.
or your plays
Henry!
[WOMAN YELPS]
[CROWD GASPS AND SHRlEKS]
[SHOUTlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
Has he gone mad?
And he was survived by his wife and two daughters,
whose great, great acting
l know you have them.
WOMAN 1: That's the Earl of Oxford. OXFORD: Majesty.
Your young King Henry reminded us of you.
[ELlZABETH CONTlNUES HUMMlNG]
He wanted his grandson to be an earl.
The queen and l hope to make that so.
Death to the French!
Ask him about the plays.
My father told me all his secrets. All of them.
and make imaginary puissance. Think when we talk of horses--
Edward, Edward, when can we do it again?
On truth.
[CROWD LAUGHS]
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
MAN: Go back! Aah!
WlLLlAM: Tell me about this play.
[♪♪♪]
My lord-- l've seen it in your face.
Puck? Yes, Puck.
And for your silence.
l need more money. l beg your pardon?