"It is not a comedy I am writing now. A broad river divides
my lovers - family, duty, fate - as unchangeable as nature."
Will, poet dearest to my heart, I beseech you, banish me from yours -
I am to marry Lord Wessex - a daughter's duty."
It starts well, and then it's all long-faced about some Rosaline. Where's
the comedy, Will. Where's the dog?
Now pay attention, Nursy. The Queen, Gloriana Regina, God's Chosen Vessel,
the Radiant One, who shines her light upon us, is at Greenwich today,
and prepared, during the evening's festivities, to bestow her gracious
favour on my choice of wife - and if we're late for lunch, the old boot
will not forgive. So get you to my lady's chamber and produce her with
or without her under garments."
Silence, you dog! I am Hieronimo! I am Tamberlaine! I am Faustus!
I am Barrabas, the Jew of Malta - oh yes, Master Will, and I am Henry
VI. What is the play and what is my part?
Elizabeth: Yes, the illusion is remarkable and your error, Mr.
Tilney, is easily forgiven, but I know something of a woman in a man's
profession, yes, by God, I do know about that....
I arrest you in the name of Queen Elizabeth...Everybody! the Admiral's
Men, The Chamberlain's Men, and every one of you ne'er-do-wells who stands
in contempt of the authority invested in me by her Majesty.
Nurse: "Madame, your mother craves a word with you."
Where is that thieving hack who can't keep his own pen in his ink pot?
Moth: Tell me, are you lately humbled in the act of love?
Nurse: Well-monied is the same as well-born, and well-married is
more so. Lord Wessex was looking at you tonight.
A play takes time. Find actors...rehearsals...let's say open in three
weeks. That's - what - five hundred groundlings at tuppence each, in addition
four hundred backsides at three pence - a penny extra for a cushion, call
it two hundred cushions, say two performances for safety - how much is
that Mr. Frees?
"T-t-t-two h-h-households b-both alike in d-d-d-dignity."