Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

never knew the truth and both now are dead.
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
l could only ever trust the Cecils
We can claim self-defense.
Your wife must be pleased to have you once more present at her side.
"l'll make you the richest and most popular playwright in London."
Fictional character.
Your everlasting soul hangs in the balance, not poems.
My God.
[GASPS]
But l, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
POLE: Get him!
lt's supposed to be a bloody comedy.
Sorry to disturb your entertainment.
ELlZABETH: We wish to recall Essex.
We would have protected you.
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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
lt's a comedy! There's nothing seditious about it!
We had seen some of this Shakespeare's plays
Tell your master that Her Majesty-- Will gladly accept.
[ANNE SOBBlNG]
many things long past.
We are glad of your return from the continent.
[GRUNTS]
[CHUCKLES]
How?
by drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, to set the--
No further, pretty sweeting.
There is a play to be performed
[GASPlNG]
No, you have the freedom of the kingdom, just not of the court.
[LAUGHS]
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
[FRANCESCO SHOUTS lN lTALlAN]
be gentle. SERVANT: Yes, master.
l am sorry for your loss, my lord.
Cecil's all but promising him the throne.
WlLLlAM: Robert!
How could he not? But he is not your burden.
The author of 37 plays,
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
SPENCER [AS FASTlDlOUS]: Sheart, what a damn'd witty rogue's this!
Amaze us with your verse.
[PERFORMERS WHOOPlNG]
ls that Homer? No. Plato.
Edward wishes to choose the next king.
and the head of the boy on the block!
[PANTlNG]
l so admire his verse.
Torch it! GUARD 6: Give it up!
My father-in-law's men felt it quite seditious.
Careful, Kit.
Benjamin Jonson!
Drink during a performance? l am a professional, Mr. Henslowe.
Been rehearsing all week.
Sir Robert Cecil.
whose high, upreared and abutting fronts,
No.
That showed your betters as fools who would barely get food
Will, he's part owner, and, uh...
All you have to do is look at Essex to see the queen's reflection.
Promise me, Jonson.
[♪♪♪]
My lady,
writing again.
They are to be beheaded.
Elizabeth...
What did you say to her?
POLE: l know you're in here!
for from it wast thou taken,
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not a single manuscript of any kind
where you may see the inmost part of you.
Marlowe, spot me a few pence, will you?
WlTCHES: Double, double, toil and trouble.
Nor could he have predicted that you would commit incest.
Jonson, wonderful dialogue.
Why is Oxford's man with the groundlings?
Or l can bring you so much
There is no record of the true birth
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
ln my world, one does not write plays, Jonson.
if it comes to a fight, for me to seize the throne.
[WOMAN SOBBlNG]
whereof this pamphlet,
The Netherlands?
do one thing more.
His own grandchild to follow you on the throne.
Precisely why l avoid them.
You think my name can be bought?
A complete and utter amateur.
Yes.
We must yield!
[CROWD GASPS]
Thou shalt not worship false idols in my household.
PROLOGUE: Robert Cecil remained the most powerful man
l am a free man. My gift is a play.
Do you see?! Si, signor.
They didn't sit there like the reptilia of court,
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How do you find me?
[OXFORD SPEAKlNG lN GREEK]
'Fondling,' she saith, 'l'll be a park And thou shalt be my deer
[LAUGHlNG]
Yes. Why not? Why can't a man change the world with words?
Alone.
This is for your trouble, Signor Jonson.
How dare you? How dare you? l command you to leave my presence!
Ale?
[♪♪♪]
My lord.
We do what we have to to survive and survive well in this life. All of us.
[PROSTlTUTES LAUGHlNG]
My sister saw you leave Oxford Stone with them under your arm.
We go as we are now.
l promise you, Edward, you've seen nothing like it!
I've got it. Oh.
Well, you haven't got any ink.
from becoming ever more popular.
[TUTOR SPEAKlNG lN FRENCH]
They do not wait to be taken.
where are you roaming?
A hundred pounds, Father? Mother?
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
and by opposing end them.
assume the port of Mars, and at his heels
[♪♪♪]
lnto a thousand parts divide one man
Edward, our family
as a weakness of ours.
Get out. Get out.
l was beautiful.
Secondly, for the mutual society, health and comfort
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ELlZABETH [WHlSPERlNG]: lf plays are indeed
the designs of a murderer, the pleas of his victims.
They were more, uh, clear...
CONDELL: Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
[♪♪♪]
When l sleep, when l wake, when l sup. When l walk down the hall.
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
You could have been a king, Edward.
its peerage back further than any other family in the kingdom?
Oh, he can read well enough. How else could he learn his lines?
Perish the man whose mind is backward now!
--that you see them, printing their proud hoofs