Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Cecils.
your thoughts,
[FlRECRACKERS WHlSTLlNG AND POPPlNG]
A counterfeiter of wit!
l have to warn him!
BESSlE: Edward! Unhand me! Bessie!
You...
Plots have l laid, inductions dangerous,
And make me a grandson.
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By law of nature Thou art bound to breed--
Me?
No, no. Their theater,
all of Catholic lreland in return.
ARCHBlSHOP: O God, bless this crown,
This is how l suggest
Son of William Jonson, glassblower.
l can make
no one? Why would any of you
Two cycles have passed, my lord.
[MOANS]
somewhere isolated, accompanied by only those whom you most trust.
To remind me of that beauty. That love.
The other one.
l told them of your--
the cheering of the audience, the hands clapping,
were you.
[BELL RlNGlNG]
why would l lie?
Essex will not return from lreland alive.
MAN 2: lt's Cecil, isn't it?
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in the receiving earth.
ELlZABETH: lreland?
A boy and yet a man.
but l had to agree.
To the queen! Hyah!
ESSEX: Rebels have stripped the northern borders.
l am not sure l know whereof you speak.
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the Earl of Essex.
by this regrettable lack of control on your part.
MAN 1: Your Majesty.
[GROANlNG]
♪ The throstle-- ♪
Only when l put their words, their voices, to parchment
Queen of England Wales and lreland.
[ELlZABETH LAUGHS]
And Will is definitely not one of us.
None of your poems,
[lN HlGH-PlTCHED VOlCE] Oh! Pardon me, sir.
that you...
The voices, Anne.
l love him!
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
cacophony of sounds, l strained to hear two hands only.
You are sure?
No. No, l won't do it. lt would be an affront against the Muses.
l have brought you a document to sign.
in the court of King James,
And to him,
[FLlES BUZZlNG]
Here are the conditions for your release.
A pox on you!
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or manuscript.
NASHE: l could do it if l wanted to.
l was one of the richest men ever to breathe English air.
And l wish to marry him. Marry him?
Two to 3 is geography and history.
Ooh. l like this.
Oh, my God.
Lady Cecil, and my daughter, Anne?
No, get-- Unhand me!
♪ The plain-song cuckoo gray ♪
[MUSlClANS PLAYlNG]
One you shall stage Bankside.
All Bankside is talking of it.
The lady is pregnant.
He is a traitor, like Essex.
[CROWD MURMURlNG]
You lie!
Phew. Only-- l--
l'm sorry, Ben.
And since when did words ever win a kingdom?
[CROWD CLAPPlNG AND CHEERlNG]
with your daughter?
An apple, cleft in twain
You came to me.
Arrest that man!
Round about the cauldron go.
agreed to accept the task.
Please, Majesty.
Are you indeed?
Or Romeo?
So you are the famous William Shakespeare
But, Edward?
Francesco! l went to the Tower!
My lord, l...
Though you never know with the Tudors.
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LADY-lN-WAlTlNG: Seeds spring from seeds And beauty breedeth beauty