Shakespeare in Love Page #7

that pierced the fearful hollow

of thine ear.

Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.

Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

It was the lark,

the herald of the morn...

no nightingale.

Look, love,

what envious streaks...

do lace the severing clouds

in yonder east.

Nights 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, I.

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,

let 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 Mantuas law is death...

death to any he that utters them.

Then him. Then me.

Put this in any liquid thing you will and...

What is it? What is it?

How silver sweet sound

lovers" tongues by night.

-Like soft music...

-Shakespeare!

Upstart inky pup!

Ill show you your place,

which is in hell!

-Youre on my ground now!

-By God, Ill 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, its 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.

Shes 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 unashamed faced ness!

And for displaying a female

on the public stage!

Not him, her!

Thats who I meant.

-Hes 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.

Im sorry, Mr. Henslowe.

I wanted to be an actor.

Im so sorry, Will.

You were... w-w...

w-wonderful.

Thank you.

Put this in any liquid thing you will

and...

Everything all right?

I wouldve been good.

-I wouldve been great.

-So would I.

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!

Well be needing a Romeo.

Oranges! Sweet oranges!

My ship is moored at bank side...

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 lets to church.

Be gone!

Oh, my lord!

-Be good to her, my lord.

-I will.

Oh, God bless you!

Thank you. Uh, let go.

Theres a good nurse.

The tide will not wait!

Farewell!

Youll all be welcome in Virginia!

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...

-Were lost.

-No, it will turn out well.

-How will it?

-I dont know. Its 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

well not carry coals.

No, for then

we should be colliers.

I mean, and we be

in choler well draw.

-Master Shakespeare.

-Luck be with you, Sam. Sam!

Its 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 dont know. Its 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?

-Itll be all right, madam.

-What happened to Sam?

-Who are you?

Thomas Kent.

Do you know it?

Every word.

Ill go along,

no such sight to be shown...

but to rejoice in splendor

of mine own.

Nurse!

Wheres 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!

Wheres this girl?

What, lamb!

What, ladybird!

What, Juliet!

How now, who calls?

-Well 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 daughters

of a pretty age.

-Faith, I know her age unto an hour.

-Shes not 14.

Oh, Ill lay 14 of my teeth.

And yet my teen be it spoken...

I have but 4.

Tell me, daughter Juliet...

how stands your dispositions

to be married?

It is an honor

that I dream not of.

Hold, Tybalt!

Good Mercutio!

Im 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 Mantuas 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 Fortunes fool!

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