:59:02
As Thomas Kent,
my heart belongs to you,
:59:05
but as Viola,
the river divides us,
:59:08
and I must marry Wessex
a week from Saturday.
:59:12
I'll drag her down
by the queen's command!
:59:18
Good morning, my Lord.
:59:20
My lady. The tide waits for no man,
but I swear it would wait for you.
:59:25
[ High-Pitched Voice ]
Oh, here we come at last, my lord!
:59:29
Are you bringing
your laundry-woman?
:59:31
[ Tittering ]
:59:34
Her chaperone,
my lady's country cousin.
:59:37
My, but you be
a handsome gallant,
:59:40
just as she said.
:59:43
You may call me
Miss Wilhelmina.
:59:45
On a more fortuitous
occasion, perhaps.
:59:48
[ Titters ]
Oh, my Lord, you will not shake me off.
:59:51
Aye, she never needed me more.
I swear by your britches.
:59:55
[ All Chattering ]
1:00:28
- Now?
- Now.
1:00:30
The queen asks for you.
Answer well.
1:00:36
- Is there a man?
- A man, my lord?
1:00:39
There was a man, a poet.
A theater poet, I think.
1:00:42
- Does he come to the house?
- A theater poet?
1:00:45
An insolent penny-a-page rogue!
Marlowe, he said. Christopher Marlowe.
1:00:49
- Has he been to the house?
- Marlowe?
1:00:51
[ Gasps ]
Oh, yes. He is the one.
1:00:54
Lovely waistcoat.
Shame about the poetry.
1:00:57
That dog!