:04:10
[ Bell Tolling ]
:04:19
- Will. Will!
- [ Door Opens ]
:04:23
Where is my play?
:04:25
Tell me you have it nearly done.
Tell me you have it started.
:04:28
Doubt that the stars are fire,
doubt that the sun doth move.
:04:31
No, no, we haven't the time.
Talk prose.
:04:34
Where is my play?
:04:36
- It is all locked safe in here.
- God be praised.
:04:39
Locked?
:04:41
- As soon as I find my muse.
- Who is she this time?
:04:44
She is always Aphrodite.
:04:46
Aphrodite Baggot, who does it behind
the Dog and Trumpet?
:04:49
[ Sighs ]
Henslowe, you have no soul,
:04:52
so how can you understand
the emptiness that seeks a soul mate?
:04:56
Ow! Will!
:04:58
I am a dead man,
and buggered to boot.
:05:01
My theater is closed by the plague
these twelve weeks.
:05:03
My actors are forced to tour
the inn yards of England...
:05:06
while Mr.Burbage and the Chamberlain's
Men are invited to court...
:05:09
and receive ten pounds
to play your piece,
:05:12
written for my theater,
by my writer, at my risk...
:05:15
when you were green
and grateful.
:05:17
- What piece? Richard Crookback?
- No! It's comedy they want.
:05:20
- Like Romeo and Ethel.
- [ Laughing ]
:05:22
- Who wrote that?
- Nobody. You were writing it for me.
:05:25
- I gave you three pound a month since.
- Half what you owe me.
:05:28
I'm still due for
One Gentleman of Verona.
:05:31
What is money to you and me?
I, your patron, you, my wordwright.
:05:34
When the plague lifts,
:05:36
Burbage will have a new play
by Christopher Marlowe for the Curtain.
:05:39
- I will have nothing for the Rose.
- Mr.Henslowe.
:05:41
- Will you lend me 50 pounds?
- Fifty pounds?
:05:43
- What for?
- Burbage offers me a partnership
in the Chamberlain's Men.
:05:46
For 50 pounds, my days
as a hired player are over.
:05:49
Oh, cut out my heart.
Throw my liver to the dogs.
:05:53
No, then?
:05:55
[ Priest ]
Theaters are handmaidens of the devil!
:05:58
The players breed lewdness in your wives
and wickedness in your children!