Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

l am with child.
MAN: Tie her off there.
Two, you will never see the mother again.
Which one, Your Majesty?
All of you.
SOLDlER: Make way!
Hold your tongue, lest you make a claim you cannot retract.
Fight him in London and you prove true
right down to my very toes. l want to...
Will you shut it down?
CONDELL: --that have dared on this unworthy scaffold
WOMAN 2: Your Majesty. WOMAN 3: Your Majesty.
My lord,
that dogs bark at me--
And yet...
but with a grammar-school education,
WOMAN 1: l'm asking why you thought you didn't have to be on time.
l must tell you, we enjoyed them immensely
You look old.
though he couldn't prevent the public theaters
Delicious, isn't it?
[SPEAKlNG lN LATlN]
Spain's support of Essex's claim to the throne of England.
No, pay him.
and sanctify King James of Scotland,
MARLOWE: Do what?
Father,
[♪♪♪]
Release him.
to the collected works of the man we call
your true love's coming.
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
l was legally reimbursed for your education and living expenses.
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
and breath of life.
Who was that man? l've seen him here before.
William...
Apple for you, sir? There we are.
Our Shakespeare
And then tell him,
lt's just a straight line.
Richard! Get over here!
WOMAN: We'll follow you!
[MOB CONTlNUES CHANTlNG]
JONSON: Will! You're nothing but a puppet!
[CAESAR GRUNTlNG]
l can't quite make out the motto.
A play?
You cannot play Romeo.
[WHlSPERlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
the very casques that:
SPENCER: Thou never saw'st my gray hobby yet.
You...
[MUTTERS lNDlSTlNCTLY]
Yes.
though our story is finished, our poet's is not.
But in William Shakespeare's version,
Don't be an idiot. Of course it wasn't. But you are free, are you not?
that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Go back to my daughter, Edward.
POLE: Search the place!
Lord of Escales, Sanford and Badlesmere, etc. No.
is in financial ruins, and you--
[GRUNTS]
CONDELL [AS GLOUCESTER]: --love's majesty to strut before a wanton ambling nymph.
here present come now to be joined.
and the hope they marry you and end your realm by other means.
[FRANCESCO SPEAKlNG lN FRENCH]
Arrest him!
l can do what l want.
Our Shakespeare.
MAN: Kill the Frenchmen!
l am praying.
Edward, thank God you're here.
and therefore a sin before the eyes of God.
[THUNDER CRASHlNG]
l need more money.
l stand with you, as l always have.
They have already tried to kill you once.
[JONSON YELLS]
To ch-change the world, not--
You have placed me in a grave position, Edward.
[CROWD BOOlNG]
An heir.
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lt's Robert Cecil. He failed to kill you, now he tries to kill your name.
[SlGHS]
The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
[SPlTS]
No! They climbed the stage! They fought the French!
This is how kings are made, my son.
But the man never actually learned to form his letters.
Go on, bear!
Four hundred pounds.
[BOTTOM HUMMlNG lN LOW-PlTCHED VOlCE]
Um... l am sorry, sir.
l shall survive
So, what would you have me do? Spend the entire spring encamped?
CROWD: Essex! Essex! Francesco!
by Lord William Cecil!
He kills the king and half the royal family to get the throne.
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
Burbage. Ah.
Unfortunately for us, Your Majesty, he is quite sane.
Aggrandized? Yeah, aggrandized. And, um,
MARLOWE: Ben! Tell me. We can go to him together.
OXFORD: l think we can assume l've mastered the Punta Riversa.
Let him go.
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
l want to build my own theater. One that properly, um, fits the scale of my work.
You reported on me as well, didn't you, Kit?
l know they are celebrating another man.
[CROWD LAUGHlNG]
JONSON: Yeah.
Guarantee his anonymity.
[GUARDS GRUNTlNG]
and still whores it all the way to Westminster and back.
Two years is too long without such excellent amusements.
[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
Nowhere is bloody safe anymore, l'll tell you that.
Robert, Majesty.
Jonson!
Well, heh, what in God's name is it?
to be the most celebrated playwright of his time,
WOMAN: A curse on you, Robert Cecil!
USHER: Step aside, step aside! Make way for my Lords of Oxford and Southampton!
The Lord Great Chamberlain of England, Viscount Bolebec,