Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are the sun, Majesty.
And gentlemen in England now a-bed,
SPENCER [AS HENRY V]: This story shall the good man teach his son.
That's power, Essex.
Earl of Essex, is hereby executed
Time does indeed, it seems, heal all wounds.
You went to him, didn't you?
Did your father tell you of the child?
ls she still refusing to sleep? For three days now.
Yes! Freedom! Freedom!
James will expect you to do the same for him and he will reward you for it.
l'll take that bet. Eight shillings on the bear.
LADY-lN-WAlTlNG: Me lord?
Yes, master.
SHAKESPEARE: Over there.
And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream.
1601.
lNTERROGATOR: Guard!
Not just Essex and Southampton.
My lord.
He will never learn of it from me.
He was doing my bidding! Yours?
You will write to James.
Words.
You're Puck.
this day shall gentle his condition.
though never so old,
l was also winning.
to your family's line of warriors.
Mark my words, he has done this to spite us.
[CROWD CLAMORlNG]
To James? Elizabeth would never--
lt made me think of...
Voice? You have no voice! That's why l chose you!
My lord, it is a well-defended fortress.
Where are the plays?
such a sin, l pray that l do not find my salvation until very late in life.
Boys! My boys!
We leave with the tide.
James is aware of the queen's affections for Essex
Yes, but which? You know, don't you, Ben?
Bring Essex back to London, William.
ELlZABETH: Are you the gift, my gracious little man?
And if there's one thing the Cecils understand, it's power.
Why did he work so hard to become your guardian after your father died?
To be the conscience of our times. The soul of the age.
OXFORD: Hello.
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Jonson! GUARD 4: That way!
We feel a terrible void without your father.
ROBERT: Alone?
SHAKESPEARE: Have you such a one?
Wonderful theater. Wonderful.
You can't get through the crowds. We've turned hundreds away.
He was carrying nothing but a quill and some empty pages.
heard on our stage.
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marry you to his daughter, and after Elizabeth's death, proclaim you...
For his monument is ever-living,
Help, help, ho! What, ho! Help!
Why must you write?
Rumor?
A sin?
Wait a few years and then publish them.
My only desire is to see the next king be the rightful king.
our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
[LAUGHS]
Spain's loss is England's gain.
lf he really is as popular as you say,
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play the flute while Rome burns.
Are you going to live here forever?
Eight shillings on six dogs!
Ah!
Edward? You know l will have to leave court soon.
Edward! Bessie!
Aah! Robert!
WOMAN 2: Yes, and doesn't he look handsome?
Mm. There won't be puppets, will there?
Down with the French! Down with the French!
No? Well...
l wonder if he needs any material. Certainly not yours.
Nero smoked crack whilst Rome burned
and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
we keep your noble head from the executioner's block.
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Of course it is.
Bollocks. l can do that myself, thank you very much.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
Your sword!
She will accept you with open arms.
Her Majesty will be with you shortly.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Those are her terms. Here are mine.
WOMAN 1: Most definitely.
l can't very well use my name, can l?
Promise him a fortune if he kills him.
No, that's impossible. He cannot be spared.
Why? Because the queen has bade it so.
Francesco! FRANCESCO: Signor Jonson!
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[SOBS]
he went to London,
[GROANS]
the perilous narrow ocean parts asunder.
To die: to sleep, no more,
Are you certain?
we band of brothers.
An actor, for God's sake!
Will isn't even a writer.
My daughter is young and impressionable.
She was 16 for the first.
As a what?
Will Shakespeare. That is not ale in that goblet, is it?
The stench. He's done.
Never a voice in government.
a kingdom for a stage, princes to act,