Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[CROWD CHEERlNG]
[CHUCKLES]
Hold your tongue, putana, and get out.
But we must
Wipe his memory for all time.
You lot are about as funny as the plague.
it must be done carefully.
GUARD 1: There he is!
You must think more deeply, Robert.
nor any trail that leads back to you or the queen. The foster parents
[GROANlNG]
when the relationship began.
New service!
No, Robert.
l would go mad if l didn't write down the voices.
Got it, got it, got it.
To die, to sleep,
every wise man's son doth know.
All of it? ls that possible?
For l ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
l assume l owe my freedom to you. That is true.
tragedy.
Would you risk England for him?
Fire!
William Shakespeare.
Who?
l will visit Elizabeth myself.
by his own mother.
All his manuscripts.
deformed, unfinish'd,
The voices, l can't stop them. They come to me.
Pbbt!
and this agreement is void, and l will see your head
My coat of arms. Ha.
Writers do not have time to act.
[♪♪♪]
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
They say you're an earl as well.
Leave us, Bridget.
[ESSEX SCOFFS]
Alex, cue three. Sound, cue four and tabs, go.
[GASPS]
JONSON: Will, l came to London to be a great and soaring poet.
as the ultimate expressions of humanity in the English language.
You are Benjamin Jonson, playwright.
SOUTHAMPTON: But a Scotsman? On the Tudor throne?
kiss me,
Shall l order his arrest, Majesty? Yes, yes. No, no.
SHAKESPEARE: This is incredible, Ben.
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
She sinketh down Still hanging by his neck
lt is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
[MEN SHOUTlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]
FRANCESCO: Two this time.
heir.
No more waiting.
No son of hers will ever rule.
keep them safe. Keep them from my family.
That is rumor alone, Henry.
Henslowe wants Romeo to run for a fortnight. A fortnight!
Ah! CROWD: Oh!
How do you think it ends?
Out. Get out.
l was nothing.
CONDELL [AS CHORUS]: Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
and having props made cheaply. All right.
nor made to court an amorous looking glass.
One does not cross my father-in-law lightly.
By your men.
You mean Essex.
[LATCH CLlCKS]
TUTOR: My lord. l'm Edward, the Earl of Oxford.
[♪♪♪]
Beaulieu! Aah!
Majesty! We must away. Essex is in armed revolt.
lt's from
Would you risk your throne for him? Hm?
Fraud! Charlatan!
SHAKESPEARE: She trembles at his tale
With whom? l would recommend
No doubt, tragically.
Are you possessed?
So who did write Hamlet?
Arrest that man!!
Words.
ELlZABETH: l can't decide.
like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.
ls this why you bedded me? For a commission?
You sound like one of your plays.
No, she doesn't.
Know how long it took to banish them from her presence?
Henslowe owes me for Shoemaker's Holiday.
[GRUNTS]
Your head should be cut off, not his.
CONDELL [AS GLOUCESTER]: Now is the winter of our discontent,
MAN: Hear this! Hear this!
Though the most fascinating
Speare.
OXFORD: Stop it!
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
JONSON: Stage?
No.
lt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,
His fencing master, perhaps.
And if God is watching, neither will return alive. And if he is not...
Go back to my daughter. Make some effort to make her happy.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
and that so lamely and unfashionable
Well, it wasn't all in verse.
[PANTlNG]
And at last breath, l shall be one of the poorest.
ln iambic pentameter. lt's not that hard.
Where? There.
You were losing anyway.
Your son is going to be killed...
Being part in all l have,