Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My best so far.
We few, we happy few,
God does indeed require our help in this matter.
Edward.
Come closer.
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for treason by Her Gracious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth
And 4 to 5, fencing.
l, too, have a condition.
He is our son.
WOMAN 1: Death to tyranny! WOMAN 2: Freedom!
[THUNDER CRASHlNG OVER SPEAKERS]
l ask for your blessing, Edward. l cannot give it.
[DOOR OPENS]
Toad, that under cold stone,
will be remembered solely because we had the honor to live
[OXFORD & BEAULlEU GRUNTlNG]
To that end, l have the honor of introducing you to your tutors.
Had l known my absence would have caused Your Grace so much longing,
and executed
the book?
SHAKESPEARE [AS CARLO]: Better with similes than smiles.
What's going on?
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♪ Rings on her fingers Bells on her toes ♪
The women?
So it was with Elizabeth, so it shall ever be.
ELlZABETH: Which country did you like the best on your travels, my lord?
lf she did, she would not have chosen you.
a hundred and fifty-four sonnets,
Of a stage conquered and a throne lost.
Finally act according to your station in life
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faces motionless, fangs momentarily retracted.
And yet she refuses to name an heir.
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Never a sword raised in glorious battle.
She will call for me.
O, stay,
And on his neck Her yoking arms she throws:
My lord.
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Mount your horses!
Holy Mary, mother of God.
The flat unraised spirits
Only then is my mind quieted.
to bring forth so great an object.
SOLDlER: To the queen!
Your service to his lordship is once again greatly appreciated.
like l just gutted your pet dog.
The theater is full! There is no more room!
To set my brother Clarence and the king...
which they call la commedia dell'arte.
One way or another,
No Jonson plays at the Globe.
And who would you advise to replace him?
And when her first child was born...
and, eventually, a playwright.
[SERVANT SCREAMS]
Was it any good? How should l know?
lgnore your estates to the point of bankruptcy.
Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.
to quell the Catholic rebellion.
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is not more twin than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
[THUNDER CRASHlNG]
Ah. Very well. Send Essex
Every word went up in flames when you torched the theater.
are the soul of the age.
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where, the story goes, he became an actor,
Ahem. Perhaps they haven't noticed. l made sure they did.
Jonson, show yourself!
[TRUMPETS PLAYlNG FANFARE]
who else should the queen turn to but Essex?
MAN 1: Your Majesty. MAN 2: Your Majesty.
COURT OFFlClAL: Robert Devereaux,
Good. Great.
Has Francesco left? Yes, my lord.
lt's just the one performance.
SPENCER: Nay, l know not. ls it the king?
No, no, my most majestic Majesty.
WlLLlAM: I cannot be certain, Your Majesty,
[PEOPLE SCREAMlNG]
l am slain!
Essex tomorrow. Southampton in a week.
He still lives?
Most wonderful!
The queen has decided to release you.
A man deserving of the Tudor crown.
Um... And, uh, thank you!
NASHE: By the beard, that's Edward de Vere, the Earl of Oxford.
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Yes, my lord.
SOLDlER 1: Freedom!
Well, off to Essex House, then.
Present mirth hath present laughter.
A messenger.
[BELL TOLLlNG lN DlSTANCE]
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in the deep bosom of the ocean.
He burst in! Armed.
Lord William Cecil.
Except one of Elizabeth's bastards.
The son of Mary.
You informed on one of your own? To the Tower?
My father's death has been a great loss for us all, Your Majesty.
that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day!
Ben. l'll just go to Will.
Surely there must be room for beauty and art in life, my lord?
shall think themselves accursed they were not here!
She still loves you.
We're interested in the plays given to you by Edward de Vere,
Some nonsense about fairies and cherubs.
[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]
l will give you as many grandchildren as she can bear, or l can remain here.
ALL: To Shakespeare and villainy!