Anonymous
- Yeah, hold on a second.
- What were you saying?
- Taxi! Taxi!
- All right, what are you saying?
I'm asking why you thought
you didn't have to be on time.
Finally. God, come on.
Sorry.
Yeah. At last.
Good. Great.
Alex, cue three.
Sound, cue four and tabs, go.
Soul of the age
The applause, delight
The wonder of our stage
Our Shakespeare, rise!
Our Shakespeare.
For he is all of ours, is he not?
The most performed playwright
of all time.
The author of 37 plays,
a hundred and fifty-four sonnets,
and several narrative poems
that are collectively known
as the ultimate expressions
of humanity in the English language.
And yet...
And yet,
not a single manuscript
of any kind
has ever been found
written in Shakespeare's own hand.
In 400 years, not one document.
He was born the son
of a glove maker,
and at some unknown time, armed
but with a grammar-school
education,
he went to London,
where, the story goes,
he became an actor,
and, eventually, a playwright.
He died at the age of 52.
And he was survived by
his wife and two daughters,
who, like Shakespeare's own father,
were irrefutably illiterate.
His will famously left his
second-best bed to his widow.
But it made no mention
of a single book
or manuscript.
Our Shakespeare
is a cipher. A ghost.
So let me offer you
a different story.
A darker story,
of quills and swords.
Of power and betrayal.
Of a stage conquered
and a throne lost.
After him!
There he is!
Get him!
Over there!
Hurry!
- Break it down!
- Go, lads!
Put your back into it!
Search the place!
Jonson!
- Jonson!
- That way!
I know you're in here!
Jonson, show yourself!
Come out!
Out with you, Jonson!
I'll smoke you out like a rat!
- Torch it!
- Give it up!
Torch it!
Burn everything!
Do you smell that, Jonson?
That's the smell of your theater
going up in flames!
Arrest him!
Shall we to the Tower?
Make way!
This is none of your concern!
Chain him here, then leave us.
He was carrying nothing
but a quill and some empty pages.
You are Benjamin Jonson,
playwright.
Son of William Jonson,
glassblower.
Yeah.
And have you ever
been arrested before, Mr. Jonson?
I'm a writer, aren't I? Of course
I've bloody well been arrested.
Ask him about the plays.
Plays?
Oh, which would you prefer,
Sir Robert Cecil? A pastoral?
An historical? An historical pastoral?
An hysterical historical pastoral?
We are not interested
in your plays, Mr. Jonson.
We're interested in the plays
given to you by Edward de Vere,
Earl of Oxford.
Um... I am sorry, sir.
I am not sure I know
whereof you speak.
Where are the plays?
What plays?
Wonderful, isn't it?
Well, it's certainly big.
I promise you, Edward,
you've seen nothing like it!
Mm. There won't be puppets,
will there?
Step aside, step aside!
Make way for my Lords of Oxford and Southampton!
And here come the fool
and the jester again, methinks.
The stagecraft is
quite spectacular.
Far more elaborate than
anything I've seen at court.
Sheart,
what a damn'd witty rogue's this!
How he confounds with his similes!
Better with similes than smiles.
And whither were you riding now,
signior?
Whither should I ride
but to the court?
Oh! Pardon me, sir.
Thou never
saw'st my gray hobby yet.
Have you such a one?
No!
Pbbt!
Ha-ha-ha.
- Ale!
Marlowe, spot me a few pence,
will you?
Henslowe owes me
for Shoemaker's Holiday.
That's because no one saw
Shoemaker's Holiday.
Ale!
Kit, isn't that one of your
unrequited loves in the box?
The Earl of Southampton?
But with whom?
By the beard, that's Edward
de Vere, the Earl of Oxford.
Had his own acting troupe
for private court performances.
I wonder if he needs any material.
Certainly not yours.
What, the noble, there? Ha-ha.
Why, he's a gull! He's a fool! Aah!
The poor man's
brain is lighter than his feather!
Ha-ha-ha.
Enough!
Jonson, wonderful dialogue.
It's absolutely wonderful.
Shh.
Oh. Ow!
Sorry, sire.
Will.
Will Shakespeare.
That is not ale in that goblet, is it?
Ale?
Me?
Drink during a performance?
I am a professional, Mr. Henslowe.
- Make way!
- Utter professional.
Stand aside!
- You stand aside!
- Watch yourself!
This play has been
declared seditious
by Lord William Cecil!
Why don't you disperse
William Cecil's arse?
Arrest that man!
Disperse!
This play is seditious
and will not continue!
Seditious?
It's a comedy!
There's nothing seditious about it!
Is that right?
And you know this because...?
Because I wrote
the bloody thing.
Arrest this man as well!
What? No, wait...
Please! I'm a poet, for God's sake!
I'm not a criminal!
Thus endeth the brief career
of one Ben Jonson.
Disperse!
William Cecil, you're an arsehole!
Well, off to Essex House, then.
I'd like to see his arse dispersed!
Disperse!
Out. Henry, how many people
were at that play?
I'm not sure.
Two thousand? Maybe more.
How many performances
are there of a play like that?
Five or six, I suppose.
New service.
By the beard.
Ten thousand souls, all listening
to the writings, the ideas of one man.
That's power, Essex.
And if there's one thing the
Cecile understand, it's power.
New service!
And since when did words
ever win a kingdom?
I'll keep my sword,
thank you very much.
Out.
Henry, some of my men have
intercepted some of William Cecil's
correspondence
with King James of Scotland.
Cecil's all but promising him
the throne.
To James?
Elizabeth would never...
Elizabeth is old. III.
And yet she refuses
to name an heir.
But a Scotsman?
On the Tudor throne?
That is why we must do
everything in our power to ensure
the right man succeeds Elizabeth.
A man deserving
of the Tudor crown.
I ask you for the support
of you and your men, Henry,
if it comes to a fight,
for me to seize the throne.
You know you need not ask.
I stand with you,
as I always have.
Be careful, Henry.
Always concerned for me.
What would you have me do?
Deny him.
The son of the queen?
That is rumor alone, Henry.
Rumor?
All you have to do is look at Essex
to see the queen's reflection.
Everyone thinks he's her son.
My lords.
And I, for one,
would rather bow to a Tudor, bastard
though he may be, than a Scotsman.
My only desire is to see
the next king be the rightful king.
But what Essex contemplates
will lead to civil war. No.
If this is to be done,
it must be done carefully.
Tie her off there.
I agree, my lord.
My Lord of Southampton.
Sir Robert Cecil.
Have you seen Lord Essex?
He is in the viewing chamber
with Her Majesty.
Alone?
With your father in London
dealing with troubles in Ireland,
who else should the queen
turn to but Essex?
By the grace of God,
Her Majesty, Elizabeth,
Queen of England
Wales and Ireland.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.
- God bless Your Majesty.
God bless Your Majesty.
Ah. Your Majesty, my Lord of
Southampton has a gift for you.
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