Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[HUMMlNG]
By order of the Privy Council, the bridge must be cleared immediately!
on Monday.
The wonder of our stage
ELlZABETH: And so, in spite of death
who, like Shakespeare's own father, were irrefutably illiterate.
Make even a hint of this to the child or anyone else,
Try astounding us with the letter E.
That's a terrible bet, Ben!
One, you will not acknowledge the child.
l am at your service, sir.
By Anonymous, Your Majesty.
[CAR HORNS HONKlNG]
His will famously left his second-best bed to his widow.
we would only anger the mob.
[CROWD CHEERlNG]
[PLAYlNG FANFARE]
A mob. All of them, all of them,
l know he went to you last night and was planning to expose you
The Tower!
[LAUGHS]
[BELL TOLLS FOUR TlMES]
Robert, come here!
are now confined two mighty monarchies
Southampton will follow.
[GUNSHOTS]
He vexes you.
POLE: Stand aside!
William...
l, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
And you'll profit nothing from it.
SOLDlER 2: Fire at will!
He can't even-- Yeah, all right.
ClNNA: Tyranny is dead!
l had nothing to do with that.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.
l haven't got all night, Jonson. JONSON: l...
l have made it my life's work to know the character of men, Jonson.
There is more, Your Majesty.
SHAKESPEARE: What's all this about?
lt is to be expected, living in such close quarters.
cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
No, no, no, stop!
[♪♪♪]
all this
Politics. My play has nothing to do with politics.
But there is something l wish in return.
No.
Ever.
You have been released.
l am as accomplished with sword and musket as l am in verse.
by William Shakespeare.
whilst your husband put ink to paper.
You? My loyal earls? Hm.
The foundling, of course, had to be reared a nobleman.
and change the Stratford lists. lmpossible.
She will be furious if she finds out about this.
and that so lamely and unfashionable,
GUARD 2: Over there!
On what subject, Your Grace?
ls he well placed? A nobleman?
Ch-change the world? What, with rhyme?
SOUTHAMPTON: Nothing rash. No man is to draw sword or fire musket
should famine, sword,
OXFORD: What is the meaning of this?
Rich, not gaudy.
Richard the Third. We've been hired to perform it free to the public.
Nothing.
Not a day too soon for Cecil!
[PANTlNG]
All to write...
WOMAN: Oh, Will, Will!
is truth,
Edward? You must bribe someone.
The measure done, l'll watch her place of stand,
your words
a king.
My lord?
Two thousand? Maybe more.
WlLLlAM: Your whore gave birth last week.
Make ready!
Didn't you think l knew?
l'm not sure.
Elizabeth had several bastard children, Edward.
l'll be at the Mermaid. l'll be back in a minute.
My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed.
that plagued my soul.
[SOFTLY] Oh.
OXFORD: "To the Earl of Southampton:
SPENCER: No doubt. Jonson's not bad for everyday scalawags, but Shakespeare...
a wanton ambling nymph.
[♪♪♪]
When l hear the applause,
HEMlNGE [AS ANTONlO]: How have you made division of yourself?
l don't think she ever knew, to tell you the truth.
But the metaphor was clear for anyone to see. And see, they did.
A gift?
Hmph.
A play, my lord.
'Tis a consummation,
SOLDlER 6: Yield, sir!
Wait.
You may have betrayed me...
[STAFF THUMPlNG THEN DOOR OPENS]
calling for Robert Cecil to be banished from the court.
WOMAN: Thank you. Drink up, Francesco. Another one where that came from.
as a businessman and grain merchant.