Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[CROWD CLAMORlNG]
Mm. BARMAlD: Drink.
[SERVANT GROANlNG]
what l have to do is yours.
to lreland.
and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache,
These are my...
SOUTHAMPTON: Edward! Halt!
Francesco!
Thank you, my lord.
[♪♪♪]
Far more elaborate than anything l've seen at court.
My release was not officially sanctioned?
WOMAN 1: You stand aside! WOMAN 2: Watch yourself!
Let myself be arrested? No.
SOLDlER 5: Lay down your muskets.
O for a Muse of fire,
And his codpiece. No, Ben.
Have you read
[BOTH GRUNTlNG]
MAN 1 [WHlSPERlNG]: He's got a hunchback.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.
BOTTOM: ♪ The finch, the sparrow and the lark ♪
GUARD 3: Hurry!
What do you think? lt's quite colorful?
Be careful, Will.
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG UPBEAT MUSlC]
And you are not a cobbler, are you, Jonson?
You alone watch my plays and know them as mine.
He would teach you everything he knew about statecraft,
Your father tells me you wrote this evening's play yourself.
our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Wisdom,
You know you need not ask.
No, Edward. He wanted his grandson to be
Not literally, of course.
that dogs bark at me--
He was something
l have a reputation to protect.
Ale!
l'm sorry, Ben,
lt is, as of yet, just rumor.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
[CROWD HlSSlNG AND BOOlNG]
Fairer to the ear.
What l have done is yours,
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
l'll keep my sword, thank you very much.
Anne, you should have seen them, the mob.
BOTTOM: ♪ The woosel cock so black of hue ♪
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Nobody has a better claim.
Gentles, do not reprehend. lf you pardon, we will mend.
That's because no one saw Shoemaker's Holiday.
JONSON: "Not without right"?
What's to come is still unsure:
[SHOUTS lN lTALlAN]
[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
lt's difficult to write, is it not?
to be brought up in the fear and nurture of the Lord and faith of God.
King James of Scotland.
They say she's dying.
SHAKESPEARE: As you wish.
[GROANlNG]
Of power and betrayal.
lt was an anonymous gift.
An historical? An historical pastoral? An hysterical historical pastoral?
l am returned only under my father-in-law's insistence.
Because l wrote the bloody thing.
ln the poison'd entrails throw.
[SWORDS CLANGlNG]
He is mine.
ALL: God save the king!
The sweet longings of a maiden, the surging ambitions of a courtier,
Cecil will not let her see a letter without reading it first.
GENERAL: See that it's done.
have brought ruin and dishonor to this family.
A wise decision, Your Majesty.
You must compensate for your malformations.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
And here come the fool and the jester again, methinks.
Jonson.
The most beautiful of flowers, do you not think?
My lord, l thought that-- You presume to think on my behalf?
lt's really not that difficult if you try.
Will Shakespeare.
SHAKESPEARE: "Not Without..." Right.
And what thought you of our young lord's play, William?
born from a cesspool of plague, whoredom, thievery,
l mean to make you the most popular,
remain in the Privy Council while he is in lreland.
To Shakespeare!
My poems are my soul.
As will your son.
Here!
A good number performed years ago, others never seen by a living soul.
CONDELL: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
That is all we have to give at the moment.
in my opinion, the only antidote to the plague of Spain.
So he would wish.
What light through yonder window breaks?
Still is left alive.
For a price.
[BOTH PANTlNG]
lf this is to be done,
My lord, your voice is completely different from mine.
made glorious summer by this sun of York.
None.
MAN 7: God bless Your Majesty.
[MOB CLAMORlNG]
would never have-- What?
intercepted some of William Cecil's correspondence
then l shall be forced to make certain facts public.
POLE: Disperse!