:06:03
And the Rose smells thusly rank
by any name!
:06:08
I say, a plague
on both their houses!
:06:12
Where are you going?
:06:14
My weekly confession.
:06:22
Words, words, words.
:06:25
Once, I had the gift.
:06:27
I could make love out of words
as a potter makes cups of clay.
:06:31
Love that overthrows empires.
:06:33
Love that binds two hearts together,
come hellfire and brimstone.
:06:37
For sixpence a line,
I could cause a riot in a nunnery.
:06:41
- But now--
- And yet you tell me you lie with women.
:06:46
Black Sue,
Fat Phoebe,
:06:49
Rosaline, Burbage's seamstress,
Aphrodite, who does it behind--
:06:53
Yes, now and again.
What of it?
:06:56
I have lost my gift.
:06:57
I am here to help you.
:07:00
Tell me,
in your own words.
:07:06
I-It's as if my quill is broken,
:07:10
as if the organ of my imagination
has dried up,
:07:14
as if the proud tower of my genius
has collapsed.
:07:18
- Interesting.
- Nothing comes.
:07:20
Most interesting.
:07:21
It's like trying to pick a lock
with a wet herring.
:07:26
Tell me, are you lately humbled
in the act of love?
:07:33
How long has it been?
:07:36
A goodly length in times past,
but lately--
:07:39
No, no. You have a wife, children?
:07:45
Aye.
[ Sighs ]
:07:49
I was a lad of 18.
:07:51
Anne Hathaway was a woman
half as old again.
:07:53
- A woman of property?
- She had a cottage.
:07:56
- One day she was three months
gone with child, so--
- And your relations?