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Henslowe, do you know what happens|to a man who doesn't pay his debts? His boots catch fire! Why do you how!... when it is I who am bitten? - What am I, Mr. Lambert?|- Bitten, Mr. Fennyman. How badly bitten, Mr. Frees? Twelve pounds, one schilling and fourpence,|Mr. Fennyman, including interest. - Aaah! I can pay you!|- When? Two weeks! Three weeks at the most!|Oh, for pity's sake! Take them out. Where will you find... Sixteen pounds,|five schillings and ninepence. Including interest,|in three weeks? - I have a wonderful new play.|- Put them back in. - It's a comedy!|- Cut off his nose. It's a new comedy|by William Shakespeare. - And his ears.|- And a share! We will be partners,|Mr. Fennyman! Partners? It's a crowd-tickler. Mistaken identities.|Shipwreck. Pirate king. - A bit with a dog, and love triumphant.|- I think I've seen it. I didn't like it. - But this time it is by Shakespeare.|- What's it called? Romeo and Ethel,|the Pirate's Daughter. Good title. A play takes time.|Find the actors, rehearsals. Let's say we open|in two weeks. That's, what, 500 groundlings|at tuppence a head. In addition, 400 backsides at|threepence, a penny extra for cushions. Call it, uh, 200 cushions. Say two performances for safety.|How much is that, Mr. Frees? - Twenty pounds|to the penny, Mr. Fennyman.|- Correct. - But I have to pay|the actors and the author.|- Share of the profits. - There's never any--|- Of course not. Oh-- Oh, Mr. Fennyman, I think you|might have hit upon something. Sign there. So, Romeo and Ethel,|the Pirate's Daughter. Almost finished? Oh, without doubt he's completing it|at this very moment. Will. Will! Where is my play? Tell me you have it nearly done.|Tell me you have it started. Doubt that the stars are fire,|doubt that the sun doth move. No, no, we haven't the time.|Talk prose. Where is my play? - It is all locked safe in here.|- God be praised. Locked? - As soon as I find my muse.|- Who is she this time? She is always Aphrodite. Aphrodite Baggot, who does it|behind the Dog and Trumpet? Henslowe, you have no soul, so how can you understand|the emptiness that seeks a soul mate? Ow! Will! I am a dead man,|and buggered to boot. My theater is closed by the plague|these twelve weeks. My actors are forced to tour|the inn yards of England... while Mr. Burbage and the Chamberlain's|Men are invited to court... and receive ten pounds|to play your piece, written for my theater,|by my writer, at my risk... when you were green|and grateful. - What piece? Richard Crookback?|- No! It's comedy they want. Like Romeo and Ethel. - Who wrote that?|- Nobody. You were writing it for me. - I gave you three pound a month since.|- Half what you owe me. I'm still due for|One Gentleman of Verona. What is money to you and me?|l, your patron, you, my wordwright. When the plague lifts, Burbage will have a new play|by Christopher Marlowe for the Curtain. - I will have nothing for the Rose.|- Mr. Henslowe. - Will you lend me 50 pounds?|- Fifty pounds? - What for?|- Burbage offers me a partnership|in the Chamberlain's Men. For 50 pounds, my days|as a hired player are over. Oh, cut out my heart.|Throw my liver to the dogs. No, then? Theaters are handmaidens of the devil! The players breed lewdness in your wives|and wickedness in your children! And the Rose smells|thusly rank by any name! I say, a plague|on both their houses! Where are you going? My weekly confession. Words, words, words. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words|as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empires. Love that binds two hearts together,|come hellfire and brimstone. For sixpence a line,|I could cause a riot in a nunnery. -But now--|-And yet you tell me you lie with women. Black Sue,|Fat Phoebe, Rosaline, Burbage's seamstress,|Aphrodite, who does it behind-- Yes, now and again.|What of it? I have lost my gift. I am here to help you. Tell me,|in your own words. I-lt's as if|my quill is broken, as if the organ|of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud tower|of my genius has collapsed. - Interesting.|- Nothing comes. Most interesting. It's like trying to pick a lock|with a wet herring. Tell me, are you lately humbled|in the act of love? How long has it been? A goodly length in times past,|but lately-- No, no.|You have a wife, children? Aye. I was a lad of 18. Anne Hathaway was a woman|half as old again. - A woman of property?|- She had a cottage. - One day she was three months|gone with child, so--|- And your relations? - On my mother's side, the Ardens.|- No, your marriage bed. Four years and a hundred miles away|in Stratford. A cold bed, too,|since the twins were born. Banishment was a blessing. - So, now you are free to love--|- Yet cannot love, nor write it. Here is a-- a bangle... found in Psyche's temple|on Olympus. Cheap at fourpence. Write your name on a paper|and feed it into the snake. Will it restore my gift? The woman who wears the snake will|dream of you, and your gift will return. Words will flow like a river. See you next week. - Now where?|- To the palace at Whitehall. All right. Hello, Will. Prithee, Mr. Kempe. Break a leg. - You too, good Crab.|- Crab's nervous.|He's never played the palace. When will you write me|a tragedy, Will? - I could do it.|- No, they would laugh at Seneca|if you played it. There is no dog in the first scene,|Mr. Kempe, thank you. - How goes it, Will?|- I'm still owed money|for this play, Burbage. Not by me.|I only stole it. My sleeve wants for a button,|Mistress Rosaline. Where were|my seamstress' eyes? - When are you coming over|to the Chamberlain's Men?|- When I have 50 pounds. - You writing?|- A comedy. All but done. A pirate comedy. - Wonderful.|- Bring it tomorrow. - It's for Henslowe.|He paid me. Ten pounds.|- You're a liar. - He wants Romeo for Ned|and the Admiral's Men.|- Mmm. Ned's wrong for it. Will? - Here's two sovereigns. I'll give you|another two when I see the pages.|- Done. Burbage, I will see you|hanged for a pickpocket. The queen has commanded it.|She loves a comedy. And the Master of the Revels|favors us. And what favor does Mr. Tilney|receive from you? - Ask him.|- She comes! Cease to persuade,|my loving Proteus. Home-keeping youth|have ever homely wits, were it not affection|chains thy tender days... When will you write me|a sonnet, Will? - I've lost my gift.|- You left it in my bed. Come to look for it again. Are you to be my muse,|Rosaline? Burbage has my keeping, but you have my heart. You see?|The consumptives plot against me. Will Shakespeare has a play. Let's go and cough through it. My father weeping; my mother wailing; our maid howling;|our cat wringing her hands. Yet did not this coldhearted cur... shed one tear-- You see? Comedy. Love, and a bit with a dog. That's what they want. He is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him|than a dog! A Jew would have wept|to have seen our parting. Now the dog all this while|sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word-- Well played, Master Crab! I commend you! What light is light... if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy... if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think|that she is by... and feed upon the shadow|of perfection. Except I be by Silvia|in the night, there is no music|in the nightingale. Unless I look on Silvia|in the day, there is no day for me|to look upon. Did you like Proteus or Valentine best? Proteus for speaking.|Valentine for looks. Oh, I liked the dog|for laughs. Silvia, I did not care for much. His fingers were red|from fighting... and he spoke like|a schoolboy at lessons. Stage love will never be true love... while the law of the land|has our heroines being played|by pipsqueak boys in petticoats. - Oh, when can we see another?|- When the queen commands it. No, but at the playhouse.|Nurse! Be still.|Playhouses are not for wellborn ladies. Oh! I'm not so wellborn. Well-monied is the same|as wellborn, and well-married|is more so. Lord Wessex|was looking at you tonight. All the men at court|are without poetry. If they see me, they see|my father's fortune. I will have poetry|in my life, and adventure. And love.|Love above all. Like Valentine|and Silvia? No, not the artful postures|of love, but love that overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable,|like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done,|come ruin or rapture. Love as there has never been|in a play. I will have love,|or I will end my days as-- As a nurse? Oh, but I would be|Valentine and Silvia too. Oh, good nurse,|God save you, and good night. I would stay asleep|my whole life... if I could dream myself|into a company of players. Clean your teeth|while you dream, then. Now spit. This time the boots|are coming off. - What have I done?|- The theaters have all been|closed down by the plague. - Oh, that.|- By order of the Master of the Revels. Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain|about the theater business. The natural condition is one|of insurmountable obstacles on|the road to imminent disaster. - So what do we do?|- Nothing. - Strangely enough,|it all turns out well.|- How? I don't know.|It's a mystery. Shall I kill him, Mr. Fennyman? The theaters are reopened... by order of|the Master of the Revels! The theaters are reopened! Mr. Fennyman. Mr. Tilney has reopened|the playhouses. If you wouldn't mind. Where's the play? Oh, it's coming.|It's coming. It's coming. Will! Will, I have wonderful news. So have l.|Romeo and Rosaline, scene one. God, I'm good! Rosaline?|You mean Ethel. Richard? Burbage! Mr. Tilney. Like you,|I found him not at home. I would've made you immortal. Tell Burbage he has lost|a new play by Will Shakespeare. What does Burbage care of that? He's readying the Curtain|for Kit Marlowe. - You've opened the playhouses?|- I have, Master Shakespeare. - But the plague--|- Yes, I know. But he was always|hanging around the house. The special today is a pig's|foot marinated in juniper berry vinegar, - served on a buckwheat pancake--|- Will! Have you finished? Yes, nearly. - Good morning, Master Nol.|You will have a nice part.|- Yes! - We'll need Ralph for the pirate king.|- Clear that bloody table! None other than the Admiral's Men|are out on tour. I need actors! Those of you who are unknown|will have a chance to be known! - What about the money, Mr. Henslowe?|- It won't cost you a penny! Auditions in half an hour! Ralph Bagswell,|I'd have a part for you, but, alas, I hear you are|a drunkard's drunkard. Never when I'm working. Never when I'm working! Get me to drink mandragora. Straight up, Will? Give my friend a beaker|of your best brandy. Kit. - How goes it, Will?|- Wonderful. Wonderful. - Burbage says you have a play.|- I have, and the chinks to show for it. I insist.|A beaker for Mr. Marlowe. I hear you have a new play|for the Curtain. Not new.|My Doctor Faustus. Ah.|I love your early work. "Was this the face that|launched a thousand ships... and burnt the topless towers|of llium?" I have a new one|nearly finished, and better. The Massacre at Paris. - Whew. Good title.|- Mmm. Yours? Romeo and Ethel,|the Pirate's Daughter. Yes, I know. I know. What is the story? Well, there's this pirate-- In truth, I have not written a word. Romeo. Romeo is ltalian, always in and out of love. Yes, that's good.|Until he meets-- - Ethel.|- Do you think? - The daughter of his enemy.|- The daughter of his enemy. His best friend|is killed in a duel... by Ethel's brother, or something--|His name is Mercutio. Mercutio.|Good name. - Will! They're waiting for you!|- Yes, I'm coming. Good luck with yours, Kit. - I thought your play was for Burbage.|- This is a different one. A different one|you haven't written? Was this the face... that launched a thousand ships... and burnt the topless|towers of llium? Thank you. Was this the face that|launched a thousand ships... - and burnt the top--|topless towers of llium?|- Thank you! Was this the face... that launched a thousand ships|and burnt the topless-- I would like to give you something|from Faustus by Christopher Marlowe. - How refreshing.|- ...the topless towers of llium? Sweet Helen,|make me immortal with a kiss. W-Was this the f-- Very good, Mr. Wabash.|Report to the property master. My tailor wants to be an actor. I have a few debts|here and there. Well, that seems|to be everybody. - Did you see a Romeo?|- I did not. Well, I to my work,|you to yours. Oh, God. May I begin, sir? - Your name?|- Thomas Kent. I-l would like to do a speech|by a writer who commands|the heart of every player. What light is light... if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy|if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think|that she is by... and feed upon the shadow|of perfection. Except I be by Silvia|in the night, there is no music|in the nightingale. Unless I look on Silvia|in the day, there is no day|for me to look upon. She is my essence,|and I leave to be if I be not-- - Take off your hat!|- My hat? Where'd you learn|how to do that? - I--|- Let me see you. Take off your hat. - Are you M-Master Shakespeare?|- Wait there. Wait there! - Will, w-where are the pages?|- Where is the boy? B-B-B-Break a leg! Sir, will you buy|my sweet orange? Hey! Everybody ready? All away! - Follow that boat!|- Right you are, governor. I know your face.|Are you an actor? - Yes.|- Yes, I think I've|seen you in something. - That one about a king.|- Really? I had that Christopher Marlowe|in my boat once. - Do you know that house?|- Sir Robert De Lesseps. Where is she? Our guests are upon us! Lord Wessex, too,|bargaining for a bride. My husband will have it|settled tonight. Stamped, sealed|and celebrated. Tomorrow he drags me off|to the country, and it will be three weeks gone|before we return from our estates. God save you, Mother. Hot water, Nurse. I seek Master Thomas Kent. - Who, sir?|- The actor. - Who asks for him?|- Will Shakespeare. Poet, playwright of the Rose. Master Kent... is my nephew. I will wait. Much good may it do you. "Romeo Montague, a Young Man of Verona." Verona again? "A comedy|of quarreling families... reconciled in|the discovery of Romeo... to be the very same|Capulet cousin... stolen from the cradle and fostered|to manhood by his Montague mother... that was robbed of her own child|by the pirate king." Your mother and your father-- From tomorrow,|away in the country for three weeks! Is Master Shakespeare not handsome? - He looks well enough for a charlatan.|- Oh, Nurse! He would give Thomas Kent... the life of|Viola De Lesseps' dreaming. My lady, when your parents return,|I will tell. You will not tell. As I love you and you love me, you will bind my breast|and buy me a boy's wig. Master Plum.|What business here? The five schilling business, Will. We play for the dancing. Hyah! Hyah, hyah! I seek Master Thomas Kent. Musicians don't eat.|Sir Robert's orders. She's a beauty, my lord, as would take a king to church|for the dowry of a nutmeg. My plantations in Virginia|are not mortgaged for a nutmeg. I have an ancient name|which will bring you preferment... when your grandson is a Wessex. - Is she fertile?|- Oh, she will breed. - If she do not, send her back.|- Is she obedient? As any mule in Christendom. But if you are the man to ride her, there are rubies in the saddlebag. I like her. By all the stars in heaven. Who is she? Viola De Lesseps? Dream on, Will. Master Shakespeare. My lady Viola. My lord. I have spoken with your father. So, my lord?|I speak with him every day. Good sir. I heard you were a poet. A poet of no words? Poet? I was a poet till now, but I've seen|beauty that puts my poems... at one with the talking ravens|in the Tower. - How do I offend, my lord?|- By coveting my property. I cannot shed blood in her house,|but I will cut your throat anon. Do you have a name? Christopher Marlowe,|at your service. Romeo. Romeo. A Young Man of Verona. A comedy by William Shakespeare. - My lady!|- Who is there? - Will Shakespeare.|- Madam! Anon, good nurse, anon. - Oh, Master Shakespeare.|- The same, alas. But why "alas"? - A lowly player.|- Alas, indeed. For I thought you|the highest poet of my esteem... and a writer of plays|that capture my heart. - Oh, I am him too.|- Madam! Anon!|I will come again. Oh, I am fortune's fool.|I will be punished for this. Oh, my lady, my love! If they find you here,|they will kill you. - You can bring them with a word.|- Oh, not for the world. - Madam!|- Anon! Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow! Part, fools! Put up your swords.|You know not what you do. It starts well, then it's all long-faced|about some Rosaline. Where's the comedy, Will?|Where's the dog? Do you think it's funny? I was a pirate king, now I'm a nurse.|That's funny. We are six men short, and those we|have will be overparted ranters... and stutterers who should be|sent back to the stews. My Romeo's let me down.|I see disaster. We are four acts short,|if you're looking for disaster. - Sir!|- Who are you, master? I'm Ethel, sir,|the pirate's daughter. I'll be damned if you are! Your attention, please! - Gentlemen, thank you!|- You are welcome. - Who's that?|- Nobody. He's the author. We are about to embark|on a great voyage. It is customary to make a little speech|on the first day. It does no harm.|Authors like it. You want to know what parts you are|to receive. All will be settled as we-- I'll do it. Now listen to me, you dregs. Actors are ten a penny, and l, Hugh Fennyman,|hold your nuts in my hand. Huzzah! The Admiral's Men|are returned to the house! Huzzah! Henslowe! Earl! Good to see you. Who is this? Silence, you dog! I am Hieronimo. I am Tamburlaine. I am Faustus. I am Barabbas,|the Jew of Malta. Oh, yes, Master Will.|I am Henry the Sixth. What is the play,|and what is my part? - Uh, one moment, sir--|- Who are you? I'm, um--|I'm the money. Then you may remain, so long as you remain silent. Pay attention. You will see|how genius creates a legend. - Thank you, sir.|- We are in desperate want|of a Mercutio, Ned. A young nobleman of Verona. - And the title of this piece?|- Mercutio. Is it? I will play him. Mr. Pope. Mr. Philips.|Welcome. George Bryan.|James Armitage. Sam, my pretty one! - Are you ready to fall in love again?|- I am, Master Shakespeare. Your voice.|Have they dropped? No! No.|A touch of cold only. Master Henslowe, you have your actors...|except Thomas Kent. I, uh, I saw his Tamburlaine,|you know. - It was wonderful.|- Yes, I saw it. Of course,|such mighty writing. There's no one like Marlowe. Better fortune, boy. I was in a play. They cut my head off|in Titus Andronicus. When I write plays,|they'll be like Titus. You admire it. I liked it|when they cut heads off, and the daughter|mutilated with knives. - What's your name?|- John Webster. Here, kitty, kitty. Plenty of blood. That's the only writing. I have to get back. See, where he comes.|So please you step aside. I'll know his grievance,|or be much denied. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay|to hear true shrift. Come, madam. - Cut around him for now.|- What? Who? - Romeo.|- The one who came with your letter. - What?|- Good morrow, cousin. Is the day so young? - But new struck nine.|- Ay me. Sad hours seem long. What sadness|lengthens Romeo's hours? Not having that which having|makes them short. - Good.|- In love? - Out.|- Of love? - Out of her favor where I am in love.|- Don't spend it all at once. Yes, sir. - Do you understand me?|- No, sir. You're speaking about|a baggage we never even meet. What will be left in his purse|when he meets his Juliet? - Juliet? You mean Ethel.|- God's teeth! Am I to suffer this constant stream|of interruption? What will he do in Act Two,|when he meets the love of his life? I-l'm very sorry, sir.|I have not seen Act Two. Of course you have not.|I have not written it. Go once more. Will. Where is Mercutio? Locked safe in here. I'll leave|the scene in your safekeeping, Ned. I have a sonnet to write. Sonnet?|You mean a play! For Lady Viola De Lesseps, by the hand of Thomas Kent. "Shall I compare thee|to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely|and more temperate. Rough winds do shake|the darling buds of May--" Two hours at prayer! Lady Viola is pious, my lord. Piety is for Sunday! And two hours of prayer is not piety,|it is self-importance. It would be better|that you return tomorrow, my lord. It would be better if you'd|tell her to get off her knees|and show some civility... to her six-day|lord and master! Mmmph! My lady Viola. Lord Wessex.|You've been waiting. I am aware of it. But it is|beauty's privilege. You flatter, my lord. No. I have spoken|to the queen. Her Majesty's consent is requisite|when a Wessex takes a wife, and once given,|her consent is her command. Do you intend to marry,|my lord? Your father should keep you|better informed. He has bought me for you. He returns from his estates to see us|married two weeks from Saturday. You are allowed|to show your pleasure. But I do not love you,|my lord. How your mind hops about. Your father|was a shopkeeper. Your children will bear arms,|and I will recover my fortune. That is the only matter|under discussion today. You will like Virginia. - Virginia?|- Oh, yes. My fortune lies in my plantations.|The tobacco weed. I need 4,000 pounds to fit out a ship|and put my investments to work. I fancy tobacco|has a future. We will not stay there long.|Three or four years. But why me? It was your eyes. No, your lips. Will you defy your father|and your queen? The queen has consented? She wants to inspect you. At Greenwich, come Sunday. Be submissive,|modest, grateful... and brief. I will do my duty, my lord. "Master Will, poet dearest to my heart, I beseech you|banish me from yours. I am to marry Lord Wessex. A daughter's duty... and the queen's command." Gentlemen upstage|Ladies downstage Gentlemen upstage|Ladies downstage Are you a lady Mr. Kent I'm very sorry, sir. We're gonna have to do it again. You did not like the speech? No, the speech is excellent. "Oh, then I see Queen Mab|hath been with you." Excellent,|and a good length. But then he disappears|for the length of a bible. There.|You have this duel. A skirmish of words and swords|such as I never wrote, nor anyone. He dies with such passion|and poetry as you ever heard. "A plague|on both your houses!" He dies? - Ohh!|- Will! Where are my pages? Did you give her my letter? And this is for you! Oh, Thomas,|she has cut my strings. I'm unmanned, unmended and unmade, Iike a puppet in a box. - Writer, is he?|- Row your boat! She tells me to keep away. She is to marry Lord Wessex!|What should I do? If you love her,|you must do as she asks. - And break her heart and mine?|- It is only yours you can know. She loves me, Thomas! - Does she say so?|- No. And yet she does where|the ink has run with tears. - Was she weeping|when she gave you this?|- Uh-- - Her letter came to me by the nurse.|- Your aunt. Yes, my aunt. But perhaps|she wept a little. Tell me how|you love her, Will. Like a sickness|and its cure together. Oh, yes. Like rain and sun. Like cold and heat. Is your lady beautiful? Since I came here from the country, I have not seen her close. Tell me, is--|is she beautiful? Thomas, if I could write|with the beauty of her eyes, I was born to look in them|and know myself. A-A-And her lips? Her lips? The early morning rose would whither|on the branch if it could feel envy. And her voice,|like lark's song? Deeper, softer.|None of your twittering larks. I would banish nightingales from her|garden before they interrupt her song. - Ah, she sings too?|- Constantly. Without doubt. And plays the lute.|She has a natural ear. And her bosom. Did I mention her bosom? What of her bosom? Oh, Thomas,|a pair of pippins... as round and rare|as golden apples. I think milady is wise|to keep your love at a distance. For what lady could live up|to it close to... when her eyes and lips and voice|may be no more beautiful than mine. Besides, can a-- can a lady of wealth|and noble marriage... Iove happily with|a bankside poet and player? Yes, by God! Love knows nothing|of rank or riverbank. It will spark between a queen and|the poor vagabond who plays the king. Their love|should be minded by each, for love denied blights|the soul we owe to God. So tell my lady William Shakespeare|waits for her in the garden. But what of Lord Wessex? For one kiss I would defy|a thousand Wessexes. Oh, Will. Thank you, my lady. Lady? Viola De Lesseps.|Known her since she was this high. Wouldn't deceive a child. Strangely enough,|I'm a bit of a writer meself. It wouldn't take you long|to read it. I expect you'd know|all the booksellers! Can you love a fool? Can you love a player? Wait! You're still a maid,|and perhaps as mistook in me|as I was mistook in Thomas Kent. Are you the author of the plays|of William Shakespeare? I am. Then kiss me again,|for I am not mistook. I do not know|how to undress a man. It is strange to me too. Go to. Go to. I would not|have thought it. There is something|better than a play. There is. Even your play. Oh? And that was only|my first try. Will. You would not leave me. I must. Look how pale the window. Moonlight. Mmm, no.|The morning rooster woke me. It was the owl.|Come to bed. Oh, let Henslowe wait. Mr. Henslowe? Mmm, let him be damned|for his pages. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. There is time. Mmm!|It is still dark. - It's broad day.|The rooster tells us so.|- It was the owl. Believe me, love, it was the owl-- You would leave us players|without a scene to read today? My lady? The house is stirring.|It is a new day. It is a new world. Good pilgrim,|you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion|shows in this. For saints have hands|that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm|is holy palmers' kiss. Have not saints lips,|and holy palmers too? Aye, pilgrim. Lips that they must use|in prayer. Oh, then, dear saint,|let lips do what hands do. They pray. Grant thou, lest faith|turn to despair. Saints do not move,|though grant for prayers' sake. It's you. Suffering cats! Then move not... while my prayer's effect|I take. Thus from my lips,|by thine my sin is purged. Then have my lips|the sin that they have took. Sin from my lips? Oh, trespass|sweetly urged. Give me my sin again. Yes, yes!|Um, not quite right. It is more--|Let me. Then have my lips|the sin that they have took. Sin from my lips? Oh, trespass|sweetly urged. Give me my sin again. - You kiss by the book.|- Well, Will! It was lucky you were here. - Why do not I write|the rest of your play--|- Yes, yes! Uh, continue. Now the nurse.|Where is Ralph? Madam, your mother|craves a word with you. - What is her mother?|- Marry, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house,|and a good lady... and a wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter|that you talked withal. I tell you, he that|can lay hold of her... shall have the chinks. - Is she a Capulet?|- Mmm. Oh, dear account!|My life is my foe's debt. Away. Be gone.|The sport is at the best. Aye, so I fear.|The more is my unrest. Come hither, nurse.|What is yon gentleman? The son and heir|of old Tiberio. Let it be night. - What's he that follows here|that would not dance?|- I know not. Go ask his name. If he be married,|my grave is like to be my wedding bed. No, do not go. I must. I must. - The only son of your great enemy.|- Terrible. Simply... terrible! "But soft, what light|through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun,|and kill the envious moon... who is already sick|and pale with grief... that thou, her maid,|art far more fair than she." - Oh, Will.|- Yes, some of it's speakable. "lt is my lady.|Oh, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were! The brightness of her cheek|would shame those stars... as daylight doth a lamp." Her eyes in heaven would|through the airy region... stream so bright... that birds would sing|and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek|upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove|upon that hand, that I might touch|that cheek. - Ay, me.|- "Oh, Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo? - Deny thy father and--"|- Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not,|be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer|be a Capulet. Shall I hear more,|or shall I speak at this? "What man art thou that|thus bescreened in night... so stumblest|on my counsel?" By a name I know not|how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to|myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written|I would tear the word. "The orchard walls are high|and hard to climb... and the place death,|considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen|find thee here. If they do see thee,|they will murder thee." Alack, there lies more peril|in thine eye than 20 of their swords. Look thou but sweet,|and I am proof against their enmity. Would not for the world|they saw thee here. I have night's cloak|to hide me from their eyes. - And but thou love me|let them find me here.|- "Good night. Good night, as sweet repose and rest|come to thy heart... as that within my breast. Oh, wilt thou leave me|so unsatisfied?" That's my line. Oh. It is mine too. Oh, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? What satifaction|canst thou have tonight? The exchange of thy love's|faithful vow for mine. "My bounty is as boundless|as the sea. My love is deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." Madam? - I hear some noise within.|Dear love, adieu.|- Juliet! - "Anon, good nurse."|- Anon, good nurse.|Sweet Montague, be true. "Stay but a little.|I will come again." Stay but a little.|I will come again. Oh, blessed, blessed night. "l am afeared... being in night,|all this is but a dream. Too flattering sweet... to be substantial." To cease thy strife|and leave me to my grief. A thousand times,|good night. A thousand times|the worse to want thy light. I cannot move in this dress.|It makes me look like a pig. I have no neck in this pig dress. - How is it?|- It's all right. Ned, I know, I know. - It's good.|- Oh? The title won't do. Ah. Romeo and Juliet.|Just a suggestion. Thank you, Ned. - You are a gentleman.|- And you are|a Warwickshire shit-house. - What o'clock tomorrow|shall I send to thee?|- By the hour of nine. I shall not fail.|'Tis 20 year till then. I have forgot|why I called thee back. - You mean no dog of any kind?|- Shh! Silence. The friar marries them in secret, then Ned gets into a fight|with one of the Capulets. Romeo tries to stop them and gets in|Ned's way. I mean, in Mercutio's way. So Tybalt kills Mercutio,|then Romeo kills Tybalt. Then the prince|banishes him from Verona. That must be when he goes on the voyage|and gets shipwrecked... on the island|of the pirate king. For God's sake,|cease your prattling and get out! Get out! A thousand apologies. Please. And with a silken thread|plucks it back again, so loving-jealous|of his liberty. - I would I were thy bird.|- Sweet, so would l; yet I should|kill thee with much cherishing. Good night.|Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I|shall say good night till it be morrow. Sunday. 'Tis Sunday. I found something|in my sleep. The friar who married them|will take up their destinies. - But it will end well for love.|- In heaven, perhaps. It is not a comedy|I'm writing now. A broad river|divides my lovers. Family, duty, fate. As unchangeable as nature. Yes. This is not life, Will. It is a stolen season. - Be patient, my lord.|- Patient? - Do you ask Her Majesty to be patient?|- My Lord, I will go-- Sunday. Greenwich! Now, pay attention, nursie. The queen--|Gloriana Regina, God's chosen vessel, the radiant one|who shines her light on us-- is at Greenwich today and prepared|during the evening's festivities... to bestow her gracious favor|on my choice of wife. And if we're late for lunch,|the old boot will not forgive! So get you to my lady's chamber|and produce her with or without|her undergarments! You cannot!|Not for the queen herself! What will you have me do?|Marry you instead? To be the wife|of a poor player. Can I wish that for Lady Viola|except in my dreams? And yet I would if I were free to follow|my desire in the harsh light of day. You follow your desire|freely enough in the night. - So, if that is all, to Greenwich I go.|- Then I'll go with you. - You cannot. Wessex will kill you.|- I know how to fight. Stage fighting. Oh, Will. As Thomas Kent,|my heart belongs to you, but as Viola,|the river divides us, and I must marry Wessex|a week from Saturday. I'll drag her down|by the queen's command! Good morning, my Lord. My lady. The tide waits for no man,|but I swear it would wait for you. Oh, here we come at last, my lord! Are you bringing|your laundrywoman? Her chaperone,|my lady's country cousin. My, but you be|a handsome gallant, just as she said. You may call me|Miss Wilhelmina. On a more fortuitous|occasion, perhaps. Oh, my Lord, you will not shake me off. Aye, she never needed me more.|I swear by your britches. - Now?|- Now. The queen asks for you.|Answer well. - Is there a man?|- A man, my lord? There was a man, a poet.|A theater poet, I think. - Does he come to the house?|- A theater poet? An insolent penny-a-page rogue!|Marlowe, he said. Christopher Marlowe. - Has he been to the house?|- Marlowe? Oh, yes. He is the one. Lovely waistcoat.|Shame about the poetry. That dog! Your Majesty. Stand up straight, girl. I've seen you. You are the one who comes to all|the plays at Whitehall, at Richmond. Your Majesty. What do you love so much? - Your Majesty--|- Speak up, girl! I know who I am. Do you love stories|of kings and queens? Of feats of arms? Or is it courtly love? I love theater. To have stories acted for me|by a company of fellows is indeed-- They're not acted for you;|they are acted for me. And? And I love poetry above all. Above Lord Wessex? My lord,|when you cannot find your wife, you better look for her|at the playhouse. Playwrights teach us|nothing about love. They make it pretty; they make|it comical; or they make it lust. They cannot make it true. Oh, but they can. I mean, Your Majesty, they--|they do not, they have... not, but I believe|there is one who can. My Lady Viola is young in the world. Your Majesty is wise in it. Nature and truth are the very enemies|of playacting. I'll wager my fortune. I thought you were here|because you had none. - Well, no one will take|your wager, it seems.|- Fifty pounds. Fifty pounds? A very worthy sum|on a very worthy question. Can a play show us the very truth|and nature of love? I bear witness to the wager... and will be the judge of it|as occasion arises. I have seen nothing|to settle it yet. Are there|no more fireworks? They would be soothing after the|excitements of Lady Viola's audience. Have her, then,|but you are a lordly fool. She's been plucked since I saw her last,|and not by you. It takes a woman to know it. Marlowe. Burbage? Huh? Who's there? Marlowe. You are playing|my Dr. Faustus this afternoon. Don't spend yourself|in sport. - What do you want, Kit?|- My Massacre at Paris is complete. - What? You have the last act?|- If you have the money. -Tomorrow.|-Then tomorrow you shall have the pages. Oh, will you desist, madam! - Oh!|- Twenty pounds on delivery. Now, what is money to men like us? Besides, if I need a play,|I have another waiting--|a comedy by Shakespeare. Oh, Romeo. - Gave it to Henslowe.|- Never! Well, I'm to Deptford.|I leave you my respects, Miss Rosaline. I gave Shakespeare|two sovereigns for Romeo. You did, but Ned Alleyn|and the Admiral's Men have|the playing of it at the Rose. Treachery! Traitor and thief! Oh, no. No! By my head,|here comes the Capulets. By my heel,|I care not. Follow me close.|I will speak with them. Gentlemen, good-den!|A word with one of you. Are you going|to do it like that? Positions. - By my head, here comes the Capulets.|- By my heel, I care not. Follow me close.|I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good-den!|A word with one of you. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something;|make it a word and a blow. Where's that thieving hack that|can't keep his pen in his own ink pot? What is this rabble? Draw, if you be a man! Wonderful.|Wonderful! And a dog. No! Have privy, players! Please! Oh! Not with my props! Oh! - Will! What--|- A writer's quarrel. Quite normal. Stay here. You are hurt. I dreamed last night|of a shipwreck. - You were cast ashore in a far country.|- Oh, not yet. Not yet. 'Ey, we need that|for the balcony scene. My investment!|Lambert! Vengeance! A famous victory! Kegs and legs open,|and on the house! Oh, what happy hour. - This is a tavern!|- It is also a tavern. - I remember you. The poet!|- Yes, William the Conqueror. One at a time. One at a time. Oh, he's a pretty one. Tell me|your story while I tickle your fancy. - It's a house of ill repute.|- It is, Thomas, but of good reputation. Come.|There's no harm in a drink. You are welcome to my best house.|Here's to the Admiral's Men. - The Admiral's Men!|- The Admiral's Men! The Admiral's Men! Well, l--|I quite liked it. Master Kent, you have not yet|dipped your wick. My "wick"? Mr. Fennyman,|because you love the theater,|you must have a part in my play. I am writing an apothecary,|a small but vital role. My heavens.|I thank you. What's the play about, then? Well, there's this nurse-- Silence, silence, silence! Master Shakespeare... has asked me to play|the part of the apothecary. The apothecary? What is this story?|Where is the shipwreck? How does the comedy end? - By God, I wish I knew.|- By God, if you do not, who does? Let us have pirates,|clowns and a happy ending, or we shall send you|back to Stratford to your wife. Will! Mr. Henslowe!|Gentlemen all! A black day for us all!|There is news from a tavern in Deptford. Marlowe is dead. Stabbed. Stabbed to death|in a tavern at Deptford. What have I done? He was the first man among us. A great light has gone out. Forgive me. God forgive me. ...Our Lord|Jesus Christ's sake. One morning|in the month of May From my cot I stray Just at the dawning|of the day I met with|a charming mai-- You look sad, my lady.|Let me take you riding. - It's not my riding day, my lord.|- Bless me, I thought it was a horse. I'm going to church. Of course. I understand.|It is to be expected. Yes, it is to be expected...|on Sunday. And on a day of mourning. I never met the fellow|but once at your house. Mourning? Who is dead, my lord? Oh! Dear God, I did not think|it would be me to tell you. Great loss to playwriting|and to dancing. My lady. - He is dead?|- Killed last night in a tavern. Come then.|We'll say a prayer for his soul. Who can remember sorrow Spare me, dear ghost. Spare me, dear ghost. Spare me, for the love of Christ.|Spare me! Will! Oh, my love. I thought you were dead. It is worse. I've killed a man. Marlowe's touch|was in my Titus Andronicus, and my Henry VI was a house built|on his foundations. You never spoke|so well of him. He was not dead before. I would exchange all my plays to come|for all of his that will never come. You lie. You lie by this river|as you lied in my bed. My love is no lie. I have a wife, yes, and I cannot marry the daughter|of Sir Robert De Lesseps. You needed no wife come from Stratford|to tell you that, and yet, you let me|come to your bed. Calf-love. I loved the writer and gave up|the prize for a sonnet. I was the more deceived. Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know|how much I loved you. I love you, Will, beyond poetry. Oh, my love. - You ran from me before.|- When I thought you dead,|I did not care... about all the plays|that would never come, only that I would|never see your face. I saw our end,|and it will come. - You cannot marry Wessex.|- If not you, why not Wessex? If not Wessex, the queen|will know the cause, - and there will be|no more Will Shakespeare.|- No. No. But I will go to Wessex|as a widow from these vows, as solemn as they|are unsanctified. For killing Juliet's|kinsman Tybalt, the one who killed|Romeo's friend Mercutio, Romeo is banished. - But the friar who married|Romeo and Juliet--|- Is that me? You, Edward. The friar who married|them gives Juliet a potion to drink. It is a secret potion.|It makes us seeming dead. She is placed in the tomb|of the Capulets. She will awake to life and love|when Romeo comes to her side again. I have not said all. By maligned fate, the message|goes astray which would tell|Romeo of the friar's plan. He hears only|that Juliet is dead. And thus he goes|to the apothecary... That's me. and buys a deadly poison. He enters the tomb to say farewell|to Juliet who lies there cold as death. He drinks the poison. He dies by her side, and then she wakes|and sees him dead. And so Juliet|takes his dagger... and then kills herself. Well, that will have them|rolling in the aisles. Sad... and wonderful. I have a blue velvet cap|that'll do well. I've seen just such a cap|on an apothecary. Just so. Yes, it will serve. But there's a scene missing. Between marriage|and death? The play...|all written out for you. I had the clerk|at Bridewell do it. He has a good fist|for lettering. There is a new scene. - Will you read in for me?|- "Wilt thou be gone?|It's not yet near day. It was the nightingale,|and not the lark, that pierced the fearful|hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings|on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love,|it was the nightingale." "lt was the lark,|the herald of the morn; no nightingale. Look, love,|what envious streaks... do lace the severing clouds|in yonder east. Night's candles|are burnt out, and jocund day|stands tiptoe... on the misty mountaintops. I must be gone and live,|or stay and die." "Yon light is not daylight;|I know it, l. It is some meteor|that the sun exhales... to be to thee this night|a torchbearer... to light thee|on thy way to Mantua. Therefore, stay yet. Thou needst not|to be gone." "Let me be ta'en, Iet me be put to death; I am content,|so thou wilt have it so. I have more care|to stay... than will to go. Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so." You will go far, I fear. I hope we work|together again. "Such mortal drugs I have,|but Mantua's law... is death, death to|any he that utters them." Then him. Then me. "Put-- Put this... - in any liquid thing you will and--"|- Hah! What is it? What is it?|What is it? How silver sweet sound|lovers' tongues by night. - Like soft music--|- Shakespeare! Upstart inky pup! I'll show you your place,|which is in hell! - You're on my ground now!|- By God, I'll fight the lot of you! I am more than enough! Move! Absent friends. This is the murderer|of Kit Marlowe! Will? I rejoiced in his death|because I thought it was yours!|That is all I know of Marlowe! Will? Uh, it's true. It was a... tavern brawl. Marlowe attacked|and got his own knife in the eye. A quarrel about the bill. The bill?|Oh, vanity, vanity! Not the billing,|the bill! Oh, God. - I am free of it.|- Where is she? Close it. - My Lord Wessex.|- The Rose harbors the ass|that shits on my name! Take it down|stone by stone. I want it plowed into the ground|and sown with quicklime! Mr. Tilney,|what is this? Sedition and indecency. Master of the Revels, sir.|She's over here. - Where, boy?|- There. I saw her bubbies. So, a woman on the stage! A woman!|I say this theater is closed! Why, sir? For lewdness|and unshamedfacedness! And for displaying a female|on the public stage! Not him, her! That's who I meant. - He's a woman.|- This theater is closed. Notice will be posted! Ned, I swear, I knew nothing of this. - Nobody knew.|- He did. I saw him kissing her bubbies. It is over. I'm sorry, Mr. Henslowe. I wanted to be an actor. I'm so sorry, Will. You were... w-w-- w-wonderful. Thank you. "Let me put this in any|liquid thing you will and--" Everything all right? I would've been good. - I would've been great.|- So would l. We both would. Lambert, kill him. That can wait. The Master of the Revels despises us all|for vagrants and peddlers of bombast. But my father,|James Burbage, had the first license to make a company|of players from Her Majesty, and he drew from poets|the literature of the age. We must show them|that we are men of parts. Will Shakespeare has a play. I have a theater.|The curtain is yours. Will!|We'll be needing a Romeo. Oranges!|Sweet oranges! My ship is moored at bankside, bound for|Virginia on the afternoon tide. Please do not weep, Lady De Lesseps. You are gaining a colony. And you, my lord,|are gaining 5,000 pounds... by these drafts in my hand. Would you oblige me|with 50 or so in gold... just to settle my accounts|at the dockside? Ah, the bride! Good morning, my lord. I see you are... open for business,|so let's to church. Be gone! Hup, hup, hup! Oh, my lord! - Be good to her, my lord.|- I will. Oh, God bless you! Thank you. Uh, let go.|There's a good nurse. The tide will not wait! Farewell!|You'll all be welcome in Virginia! Candy apples! Candy apples! Buy my apples! Thank you, sir.|Apples! Is this, uh--|Is this all right? Yeah. Licentiousness is made a show!|Vice is made a show! Vanity and pride|likewise made a show! This is the very business|of show! T-T-- T-Two-- T-T-T-T-- T-- T-- T-- T-T-Two households-- - We're lost.|- No, it will turn out well. - How will it?|- I don't know. It's a mystery. T-T-- T-- T-T-- T-- T-- Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break|to new mutiny, where civil blood|makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins|of these two foes... a pair of star-crossed lovers|take their life... whose misadventured,|piteous overthrows... doth with their death|bury their parents' strife. ...the which of you|with patient ears attend, what here shall miss,|our toil shall strive to mend. - Wonderful.|- Was it... good? Gregory, on my word|we'll not carry coals. No, for then|we should be colliers. I mean, and we be|in choler we'll draw. - Master Shakespeare.|- Luck be with you, Sam. Sam! It's not my fault.|I could do it yesterday. Do me a speech.|Do me a line. "Parting is such sweet sorrow." - Another little problem.|- What do we do now? - The show must-- You know.|- Go on! Juliet does not come on for 20 pages.|It will be all right. - How will it?|- I don't know. It's a mystery. - Fear me not.|- No, marry, I fear thee! - Let them begin.|- I will frown as I pass by. - Let them take it as they list!|- Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is|disgrace to them if they bear it. Do you bite|your thumb at us, sir? - I do bite my thumb, sir.|- Excuse me. Thank you. - Thank you. Excuse me.|- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? - Can we talk?|- Shh! - We have no Juliet.|- No Juliet? - No Juliet?|- It'll be all right, madam. - What happened to Sam?|- Who are you?|- Thomas Kent. Do you know it? - I serve as good a man as you.|- Every word. Hyah! Yah! I'll go along,|no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor|of mine own. Nurse! Where's my daughter?|Call her forth to me. Now, by my maidenhead|at 12 years old, I bade her come. How now, who calls? What, ladybird! God forbid!|Where's this girl? What, lamb! What, ladybird! What, Juliet! How now, who calls? - We'll all be put in the Clink.|- See you in jail. Your mother--|Your mother. Madam, I am here. What is your will? This is the matter. Nurse, give leave a while.|We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again. I have|remembered me; thou's hear our counsel. Thou knowest my daughter's|of a pretty age. - Faith, I know her age unto an hour.|- She's not 14. Oh, I'll lay 14 of my teeth.|And yet my teen be it spoken, I have but four-- Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stands your dispositions|to be married? It is an honor|that I dream not of. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! I-- I'm sped. Courage, man;|the hurt cannot be much. Ask for me tomorrow, you shall find me|a grave man. Yes! Yah! "Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law is death|to any he that utters them." Then him. Then me. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.|Stand not amazed! The prince will doom thee death if thou|art taken. Hence, be gone, away! Oh, I am Fortune's fool! Why dost thou stay? Which way ran he that killed Mercutio? That murderer,|which way ran he? - There lies that Tybalt.|- Up, sir. Go with me. I charge thee|in the Prince's name obey. Where are the vile beginners|of this fray? "Oh, I am Fortune's fool." You are married? "lf you be married, my grave|is like to be my wedding bed." Art thou gone so, Iove, lord, aye, husband, friend? I must hear from thee|every day in the hour, for in a minute|there are many days. Oh, by this count|I shall be much in years ere again... I behold my Romeo. Farewell. Oh, think'st thou|we shall ever meet again? Methinks I see thee,|now thou art so low, as one dead|in the bottom of a tomb. Either my eyesight fails,|or thou look'st pale. Then trust me, love, in my eyes, so do you. Dry sorrow|drinks our blood. Adieu. Adieu. Take thou this vial,|being then in bed, and this distilling liquor|drink thou off. No warmth, no breath,|shall testify thou livest. And in this borrowed likeness|of shrunk death... thou shalt continue|two and forty hours, and then awake|as from a pleasant sleep. What ho! Apothecary! Come hither, man.|I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is 40 ducats. - Let me have a dram of poison--|- Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law is death|to any he that utters them. - Art thou so--|- My poverty, but not my will, consents. I pay thy poverty|and not thy will. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, oh, you,|the doors of breath, seal with|a righteous kiss... the dateless bargain... to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct. Come, unsavory guide. Thou, desperate pilot,|now at once... run on the dashing rocks|thy seasick weary bark. Here's to my love! Oh... true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss... I die. Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be,|and there I am. Where is my Romeo? Dead! What's this? A cup, closed|in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been|his timeless end. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rest... and let me die. A glooming peace|this morning with it brings; the sun for sorrow|will not show his head. Go hence, to have more talk|of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished; for never was a story|of more woe... than this of Juliet... and her Romeo. Bravo! - Yea! Yea!|- Yea! - Bravo!|- Yea! Bravo! - God save the queen!|- I arrest you in the name|of Queen Elizabeth! Arrest who, Mr. Tilney? Everyone! Admiral's Men,|the Chamberlain's Men... and every one of you ne'er-do-wells|that stand in contempt... of the authority vested|in me by Her Majesty! Contempt? You closed the Rose.|I have not opened it. That woman is a woman! What? A woman?|You mean that goat? I'll see you all in Clink, in the name|of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth! Mr. Tilney! Have a care with my name.|You will wear it out. The queen of England|does not attend... exhibitions of public lewdness. So something|is out of joint. Come here, Master Kent.|Let me look at you. Yes, the illusion|is remarkable. And your error, Mr. Tilney,|is easily forgiven. But I know something of|a woman in a man's profession. Yes, by God,|I do know about that. That is enough from you,|Master Kent. If only Lord Wessex|were here. He is, ma'am. Y-Your Majesty. There was a wager|I remember... as to whether a play could show|the very truth and nature of love. I think you lost it today. You are an eager boy.|Did you like the play? I liked it when she stabbed herself,|Your Majesty. Master Shakespeare. Next time you come to Greenwich,|come as yourself, and we will speak|some more. Your Majesty. Why, Lord Wessex. Lost your wife so soon? Indeed I am a bride short, and my ship sails for the new world|on the evening tide. How is this to end? As stories must|when love's denied-- with tears and a journey. Those whom God|has joined in marriage... not even I|can put asunder. Master Kent. Lord Wessex, as I foretold,|has lost his wife in the playhouse. Go make your farewell|and send her out. It's time|to settle accounts. - How much was that wager?|- Fifty shillings. Pounds. Give it to Master Kent.|He will see it rightfully home. Tell Master Shakespeare|something more cheerful next time... for Twelfth Night. Too late. Too late. My Lady Wessex. A hired player|no longer. Fifty pounds, Will, for the poet of true love. I'm done with theater. The playhouse|is for dreamers. Look what the dream|brought us. It was we ourselves|did that. And for my life to come,|I would not have it otherwise. I have hurt you,|and I'm sorry for it. If my hurt is to be|that you write no more, then I shall be|the sorrier. The queen commands|a comedy, Will, for Twelfth Night. A comedy. What would my hero be? The saddest wretch in all the kingdom,|sick with love? It's a beginning. Let him be a duke,|and your heroine-- Sold in marriage|and halfway to America. At sea, then.|A voyage to a new world. A storm.|All are lost. She lands... on a... vast and empty shore. She's brought to the duke-- - Orsino.|- Orsino? Good name. But fearful of her virtue,|she comes to him dressed as a boy. And thus is unable|to declare her love. But all ends well. How does it? I don't know. It's a mystery. You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die. Nor you for me. Good-bye, my love. A thousand times good-bye. Write me well. My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage|to an unknown land. A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave vessel|is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls|within her... drowned. All save one: a lady... whose soul is greater|than the ocean, and her spirit,|stronger than the sea's embrace. Not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning|on a stranger shore. It will be a love story, for she will be my heroine|for all time. And her name will be Viola. |
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