Will (2017): Season 1, Episode 6 - Something Wicked This Way Comes - full transcript

_
- I'm happy

for the first time in my life,
and it is because of thee.

Your wife's downstairs.

- Pa!
- Will's brought his family.

I met the scribe at the Theatre.

Pretty, blonde.

She's real, and I've vanished.

You are more real to
me than life itself.

I will never lie with Keenan
because I don't love him.

- [Horse whinnies]
- We must go, now!

[Yelling] Seize him!



- I will answer any question.
- The truth!

Do you have any idea what my
life is like in Stratford?

- Come home.
- You must believe in me.

I cannot believe in a dream.

- What have you written recently, Kit?
- I'm still in the research phase.

No! Ahh!

- Wait!
- I thought you wanted to die.

Bring it on.

- So you've come at last.
- Sorry, my King.

I'll marry Keenan, and
you will have Anne,

and together, we will bear it out.

I must write. I must stay in London.

I want us to be a family.

_



[Crowd chanting indistinctly]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Metal clanking]

Will, I could at least start
looking for a larger room.

Until I finish this new play,

there can be no more talk of moving.

Hamnet.

Come.

[Dog barking in distance,
metal continues clanking]

When do you think you will be done?

When it is done.

Papa! Papa!

Papa, can I have one? Please?

Another day, Peaseblossom.

Pa! Come look! There's a
lady singing to a snake!

Just wait.

We need to make a decision
about moving soon.

[Indistinct conversations,
animal bleating]

Catholics have been thrown into
unsavory and dark dungeons...

And brought so near starving

that some for famine have licked
the very moisture off the walls.

- For you.
- Want one?

Some have been so far consumed

that they were hardly recovered to life.

What unsufferable
agonies we have been...

What is this blasphemy?!

It's Robert.

It is not possible to express...

These are your cousin's words?

[Woman shouting indistinctly]

[Crowd booing]

- Sit down, you pigs!
- Traitors! Dogs!

- Rejoice in the true faith!
- Bloody Catholics!

No rest shall be found,
no harbor reached,

nor crown expected before
the combat is finished.

[All shouting indistinctly]

We must go. Come on.

Where's Hamnet? Hamnet!

- Wait here. I'll find him.
- Hamnet! Come here, darling.

- Hamnet?
- [Indistinct shouting continues]

- Have you seen my boy, Hamnet?
- No.

Hamnet!

Let them draw us upon hurdles.

- Unfoul us...
- [Shouting indistinctly]

- Hamnet!
- Hamnet! Hamnet!

[Indistinct shouting]

Hamnet!

[Indistinct shouting continues]

- such chariots do we triumph!
- Hamnet!

[Grunting]
[Crowd screaming]

Hamnet!

[Shouting continues] Hamnet!

Uhh!

Hamnet!

[Screaming continues]

Papa!

Hamnet!

[Grunting and yelling]

such accomplished garments...

[Yelling]

[Horses approaching]

[Yelling]

[Horse whinnies]

[Shouting indistinctly]

Uhh!

- Uhh!
- Papa!

[All yelling]

[Horse whinnies]

Papa!

[All shouting]

Come! This way!

[Shouting continues]

Let's kill all the lawyers!

[Cheering]

And the fountain shall spill with wine!

It appears that today,
our stage imitates life.

[Indistinct shouting]

I was there as it broke.

Mr. Cotton?

Aye.

There shall be no money!

Anne and the children...
I couldn't find Hamnet.

He's safe?

Yes. They're all fine.

How goes Keenan?

Good.

Mother and Father adore him,

and I'm held up as the perfect
example of daughter-dom.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

[Exhales]

Just professional, nothing personal.

We're nothing if not professional.

[Exhales]

Love is madness.

"Love is madness." That's good.

And I am driven to bedlam by
that shining goddess before us.

Lord Hunsdon's new mistress, brother?
Thou art truly mad.

I hear her mother was
impoverished Moroccan royalty,

and her father a Venetian musician.

And she fancies herself a poetess.

You must write me a sonnet
to bedazzle her with.

I'm too busy trying to
write your next role.

Ah, the sequel.

How goes it?

I've got the title.

"Henry VI, Part 2: Return of the Roses."

That is a shithouse title.

Methinks if thou wishes
to feed thy family,

you'll accept my commission...

A shilling for a goddess-wooing sonnet.

Me their lord!

[Cheering]

- 5.
- 2.

[Audience murmuring]

2 shillings, sixpence.

[Crowd cheering]
[Laughs]

Done.

The pear of Anguish.

It blossoms like a flower.

[Metal clacks]

Master Neemes, in a man's mouth...

[Grunts]
...it tears apart his jaw.

[Panting]

But that would make it rather
difficult for you to speak, hmm?

[Grunts]

[Metal clacks]

I will speak only of the Holy Spirit...

- [Metal clacks]
- The communion of the saints,

- the resurrection of...
- [Metal clacks]

But there is another much darker,

much warmer, much more secret place

for my pear to bloom,

London streets are stained with blood.

Speak plainly. How does
Southwell's book...

[Grunts]
...incite the Catholic scum?

When the Queen reads

- Father Southwell's entreaty to her...
- To her?

Her Majesty? Elizabeth?

The traitor dares to address his honeyed
lies to my queen? [Metal clanks]

♪♪

The problem with the sequel

is that Queen Margaret's
emotional journey

doesn't make sense without
the prior history.

Nonetheless, we need
something new from you soon.

Part 1 has run eight times
already this month.

I know.

Why must you write the plays in order?

Why can't you write the story
that comes before Part 1?

Write the plays out of order?

Has that ever been done before?

There had never been a
playhouse in London

before my father made it so.

Write the story that
precedes "Henry VI."

Not the sequel, but the...

Prequel?

Prequel.

[Chuckles] You're a genius.

- [Laughs]
- [Cups clack]

[Indistinct conversations]

Wasp?

How are you, my King?

Better now I see you by my side.

[Sighs deeply] Is it night yet?

Just barely.

Was there peace enough
for you to work today?

Yes.

I've written copious amounts.

Nothing at all?

It's been too long, Wasp.

The world needs your brilliance,
and you need to shine

or you'll gutter like
a flame without air.

How can I shine when I have
nothing inside me but darkness?

I pray I am not its cause.

No. Never.

You are my muse.

♪♪

[Laughs]

[Indistinct conversations, laughter]

Will you have another?

Paulina! Another round.

Coming up, Will.

[Chuckles]

[Man shouts indistinctly]

[Cheering]

Anne.

What are you doing here?

I thought I should finally
properly meet your friends.

[Clears throat]

Gentlemen, some of you
may remember my wife,

Anne Shakespeare.

- Ah.
- Come on.

It's nice to have a lovely
new face at the table.

You get sick of
these ugly mugs after a while.

[Laughter]

Your husband's star is on the
rise, Mistress Shakespeare.

You must be very proud.

Yes. Although we're all
finding it a little difficult

to settle into London life. [Chuckles]

Oh.

Did anyone see the price
of fish this week?

"The Price of Fish"?

Is that the new one at The Rose?

How did you find our
performance of "Henry VI"?

I, ah, actually, I haven't seen it.

But... But I will. Very soon.

Perhaps we should go.

Good God.

And who is this fine specimen of woman?

[Murmuring]

Master Kemp, this is my wife.

Mistress Anne Shakespeare, of
the Warwickshire Hathaways.

Young Will truly Hath-a-way with words.

[Murmurs and chuckles]

Yet you should be free to
Hath-your-way with me.

[Laughter]

- [Cups clanking]
- Master Phillips?

[Tambourine jingling]

Let us praise God for this merry year,

- where flesh is cheap and women dear...
- Oh!

And lusty lads roam there and here.

So merrily, heigh ho!

Merrily, heigh ho!

- I am slain by a fair cruel maid...
- Heigh!

With a horned owl to spend her days,

but comes at night to shine my blade.

[Laughter]

- Heigh ho!
- Heigh ho!

Merrily, heigh ho!

Merrily, heigh ho!

Even he with golden treasure

- will not outdo my lady's pleasure...
- [Laughter]

for I'm an inch of fortune better!

[Cheering]

Merrily, heigh ho!

So get up there from off your arse

and dance until your troubles pass!

[All chanting]

♪ Get up offa that thing

♪ And dance till you feel better ♪

♪ Get up offa that thing ♪

♪ And dance till you, sing it now! ♪

♪♪

♪ Get up offa that thing ♪

♪ And shake till you feel better ♪

♪ Get up offa that thing ♪

♪ And shake it, sing it now! ♪

Huh!

Whoo!

[Laughter]

Get up now!

Huh!

- Whoo!
- So good!

I can't remember the last
time I had so much fun.

[Laughter]

Except maybe the revels on St.
Crispin's Day.

Aye. We flattened half that field.

I know. [Exhales]

♪♪

My Master craves a word.

Will, what is this matter?

It's all right. I need
to speak with someone.

About a play. Go inside.

A play? At this hour?

Go inside, Anne. Now.

♪♪

[Exhales deeply]

I've heard that since last we met,

your family has arrived in London.

Your wife Anne, your daughters
Susanne and Judith...

and the little boy. What's his name?
Don't tell me.

Hamnet.

They're only here a short while.

My family was visiting recently.

Domestic life is pleasant, of course,

but men with meaningful work

haven't the luxury of such distractions.

How may I be of service, Sir?

I have come up with an
idea for our play...

a work to discredit the
traitor Robert Southwell.

He wants to portray you as a fraud,

a hypocrite, a sodomite.

And he would have it performed
for the Queen at court

to defame you in her eyes.

He's demanded that I write it.

But you will refuse.

He's threatened the lives
of my children, Robert.

I must write his play.

- Have you no shame?
- I have no choice.

I'm protecting my family.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Your family.

How are things with Alice?

He's given me a week.

If you can deliver your
manuscript to the Queen

before the play is finished,

then Topcliffe's plan
will be all for naught.

It's not enough time.

- I'm sorry.
- Even as you betray me,

I will not give up on you
because I know that you are

merely a lamb strayed from the flock.

Goodbye, Robert.

Give Anne my best.

[Dog barking in distance]

It's very fine. Can I wear
it to steal a purse tonight?

No, pet. We still need to stitch it.

What are you doing here?

Sis, look what Madame Doll got me.

Do you like it?

[Baby crying in distance]

Yeah. It's real nice.

She said I could keep
whatever I stole in it.

Just give her a tenth portion each time.

[Chuckles]

Now off with this.

I want you to stay here tonight
while I have it finished.

[Chuckles]

You have the night off, pet.
Look after Pres.

And then tomorrow, we'll be in business.

[Chuckles]

Move out.

Henry, so glad you could stop by.

I have new renderings.

Read the contract, Burbage.

It's your responsibility to
obtain the building permits.

Lord Hunsdon assures me we will
have them by the week's end.

You told me that two months ago.

Well, just today, he
promised it would be done.

I am at the mercy of is calendar.

If we don't have the permissions
by Friday, I'll pull my funds.

No. No, no, no, you can't do that.

Cross me, Burbage,

and you will spend the rest of
your days in debtors' prison.

I told you to stay away.

But, sis, I'm gonna steal
lots of fat purses

off all those rich spiders.

You idiot!

Doll isn't giving you the
dress to go out on the rob.

She wants to sell your arse in it.

But...

Where is he?

Go on, get out, shithead!

Bugger off and don't come back!
Bugger off!

Cakes and ale for my pretty boy.

Where is he?

So I was thinking, eh,
I could work more.

Take on more regulars.

Then you wouldn't need my brother.

♪♪

Where's he gone?

♪♪

Did you tell him?

Please, Doll.

I sell my arse so he don't have to.

[Sets down tray]

[Gasps]

Get him back here by noon tomorrow,

or I will cut your throat, girl.

♪♪

Hmm.

Robert Southwell...

poet,

priest...

pervert,

and pedophile.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's the only place I
could be alone to write.

Why are you here? It's late.

I couldn't sleep.

Are you working on the prequel?

Yes. Just getting started.

Good. I've been making some notes.

- I think I've got a name.
- Really?

"Henry VI, Part 1:
Rise of the Dauphin Menace."

I love it.

When I was reading the histories,

I discovered that the
Dauphin, Charles VII,

joined forces with Joan of Arc.

[Labored breaths]

I am going to Hell.

Nonsense. Hell is a children's story

to frighten us into being
ashamed of who we are.

Arrogant youth.

You are very beautiful and brilliant,

but you are not invincible.

God is real. Hell is real.

And you cannot conquer death
with knowledge, Wasp.

[Inhales sharply] Oh!

[Exhales sharply]

How can I help you?

[Labored breaths]

Let me see it.

♪♪

Mm.

Ah.

You were an impossible model
but an exquisite youth.

Before you,

no one ever encouraged me to be Marlowe.

You liberated me from a colorless life.

If it weren't for you, I
would not be who I am.

And that is why I fear for you.

I addicted you to Marlowe.

She is beautiful,

and therefore to be...

Wooed.

Yes. Good.

She's a woman and therefore...

to be... to be...

Won.

Yes.

♪♪

We cannot.

Yes, we can. Once more, just once.

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

When, in disgrace.

With fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state

and trouble deaf heaven
with my bootless cries

and look upon myself and curse my fate,

wishing me like to one
more rich in hope,

featured like him, like him
with friends possessed,

desiring this man's art
and that man's scope

with what I most enjoy contented least.

♪♪

Yet in these thoughts,
myself almost despising,

haply I think on thee,
and then my state,

like to the lark at break of
day arising from sullen earth,

sings hymns at heaven's gate.

[Door closes]

♪♪

For thy sweet love remembered
such wealth brings

for then I scorn to change
my state with kings.

♪♪

"such wealth brings

that then I scorn to change
my state with kings."

Huzzah!

[Laughs] Truly magnificent.

Bravissimo.

Shall we... m'lady?

Please be seated, Master Burbage.

Mmm. Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

♪♪

[Exhales deeply]

♪♪

"I all alone beweep my outcast state

and trouble deaf heaven
with my bootless cries."

If you don't mind my
asking, Master Burbage,

why is it you feel such melancholy?

Ah!

Well...

That bit was just for dramatic effect.

Shall we both get bootless?

"Like to the lark at break of
day arising from sullen earth,

sings hymns at heaven's gate."

Why this choice of
imagining yourself a lark?

Well, who doesn't like to have
a good lark now and again?

If I am to be "heaven,"

then where, pray tell,
would be "heaven's gates"?

This one I know.

Let me show you, m'lady.

You didn't write this, did you?

Yes!

Well, not all of it.

Some of the words may have
been penned by another,

but the feeling is all mine own.

Which other?

A scribe. No one special.

Pray, Master Burbage,
commend me to your scribe.

I wish to meet him.

Lord Hunsdon,

it'll be the first indoor
theatre in London.

A more exclusive clientele.

We'll be able to play
after the sun goes down.

There'll be branches of candles

lowered from the ceiling
to adjust the lighting.

V-Very modern...

It's the location that's problematic.

This is not Shoreditch.

M'Lord, this will be no venue
for penny-paying groundlings.

No, no, no. No.

Blackfriars would cater to
only the very finest sort,

like yourself.

I'm hesitant to bring this
forth to the Council.

The time is not right.

Blackfriars could bear your name.

Imagine... The Lord Hunsdon Theatre.

A luxuriously appointed Lord's Room.

A sanctuary to entertain
your beautiful and, uh,

and... and special and young... guests.

[Chuckles]

Please, Your Lordship, I...

I'll do whatever you wish. I'll...

Please. I'm... I'm running out of time.

- I will try.
- [Exhales deeply]

I'm sorry, Anne.

There's no pleasure in me tonight.

I'm worried for you, Will. For us.

- There's no need to worry.
- Let me speak.

I see you working so hard.

But... what if your
dreams aren't enough?

How many theatre poets,
however talented,

can support a family?

Even if you don't wish to make gloves,

there must be something, a life
more secure than the playhouse.

Just believe in me, Anne.

Success may not come in a fortnight,

but all things worth doing
take time and struggle.

[Exhales sharply]

And yet you do not talk of
your struggles with me.

I do not wish to burden you.

[Sighs]

I am here to listen and
ease your burdens,

as a wife... should,

if you would share with me.

I...

I...

I'm sorry, Anne,

but I cannot.

[Sighs deeply]

You cannot or you will not?

You never tell me what's inside you.

I cannot speak of what's inside me.

That is why I write.

♪♪

[Whispers] But I can't read, Will.

♪♪

[Coughs]

I am a dead thing.

What did you say?

Why are you here?

I didn't want you to be alone.

All of us die alone.

Go to and examine your life, Wasp.

It's too late for me.

Repent yet, and God may pity thee.

I have nothing to repent,
and neither do you.

We are both us damned.

[Coughs]

Peace, my King. If there
is a God, he is just.

And if there is a heaven,
you will go there.

The only heaven I will know

is the time I've spent
on Earth with you.

I sold my soul for your love,

and I would not change it for
an eternity of redemption.

Look to your life, Wasp,
while you still can.

[Hacking cough]

[Labored breaths]

Ideally, every barrel should
have half a pound of hops. [Crunches]

But with last season's excessive rain,

the crops did not thrive.

Oh!

- Oh! I see.
- [Keenan chuckles]

So that is why the price of beer
has exceeded the price of ale.

- Mm.
- Ah!

You know, Keenan, we all must
make hay while the sun shines.

Alice, I was telling Keenan earlier

about your talent for numbers.

It is a fine benefit for a businessman

to have such a clever wife.

- I'll drink to that.
- Mm-hmm.

- [Cups clink]
- [Chuckles]

- Yes, indeed.
- Alice...

Perhaps... I could have a moment
to speak with Alice in private?

Of course. You must have
wedding plans to discuss.

Alice...

Did you like the gift I gave you?

- Gift?
- The book. O-Of poetry.

Oh, yes. Yes, I... liked it very much.

[Scoffs] You didn't
even open it, did you?

Why are you marrying me, Alice?

For my money alone?

No. No, I...

I mean, my...

my parents wish that I
be married to a man

who is good and kind and trustworthy.

And you are all those things, Keenan.

Perhaps.

But it is not your parents

I wish to marry.

- I'm sorry.
- [Footsteps depart]

[Front door opens and closes]

Where's Keenan?

What's happening, Alice?

Master Cooper had a change of heart.

He called off the marriage.

What?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This... this can't be.

I can fix this!

Keenan!

[Front door closes]

He felt that it wasn't a good match.

You foolish girl! You ruined yourself!

All for nothing.

[Exhales deeply]

[Ascending footsteps depart]

I want my money back.

Cannons in an hour!

A rider who fails to mount
should not blame the horse.

Why did you write such
a complicated one?

I should've done it myself.

Excellent idea. At least
it would've been brief.

"Here stands Big Dick Burbage.

"Let's dispense with all the verbage.

"Please release me from this limbo,

on your back and legs akimbo."

Ha ha.

[Laughs]
She wants to meet you.

I told her you were married.

Beside which, I have a strong feeling

she's a disciple of Lesbos.

[Chuckles]

[Screaming]

Where is he...

[Screams]

you mewling jilt?!

[Crying] I don't know! I don't know!

Lookit.

Jack Sprat's turned up.

Didn't you make some worry,
runnin' off like that.

Where's my dress?

[Baby crying in distance]

♪♪

Oft have I heard that
grief softens the mind,

and makes it fearful and degenerate.

[Whispers] Will. Meet
me in the costume room.

We need to talk.

But who can cease
to weep and look on this?

Here may his head lie
on my throbbing breast.

But where's the body
that I should embrace?

What answer makes your grace...

You are but a curse to us!

You need to break with
Alice immediately.

Good Mistress Burbage, we are not...

Did you know that had broken her
engagement with Keenan Cooper?

And I myself, rather than bloody war...

No.

I did not.

He would have made a
respectable husband.

Because of you, she will be
nothing but a player's whore.

[Applause]

I love Alice.

Men follow the course of their
cock sets and call it love.

But she will have nothing.

No legitimate children,
no status, no respect,

no family.

If you loved her, you'd see
that you are destroying her.

[Grunts]

Expectation is the root of all
heartache, Master Shakespeare.

I do not wish my daughter to suffer...

[Inhales deeply]
but you must be cruel to be kind.

If you love her, let her go.

To relent that were
unworthy to behold the same?

How now, madam!

[Cheers and applause]

My soul and body on the action both!

[Sword clanking]

[Cheering]

[The White Stripes'
"Black Math" playing]

A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly!

Uhh!

La fin couronne les oeuvres.

Uhh!

[Cheering]

[Screaming]

[Cheering loudly]

This war hath given thee
peace, for thou art still.

Peace with his soul,
heaven, if it be thy will!

Now, poppet, you just do

exactly as the kind gentleman says.

Wait, Pres!

No time for jawing.

He needs a little rouge. Please?

Well, make it snappy.

[Lowered voice] You don't
need to do this, Pres.

Leave now and never come back.
I'll take care of Doll.

No, sis. I can do it, same as you.

You're a good man, Pres.

Drink as much of this as you can.

♪♪

Hurry up.

One more minute.

What's your happiest memory?

I don't know.

You, Ma, us...

when I was little.

Try to think of that. It helps.

Now. All right.

You're beautiful.

♪♪

[Cheering continues]

What is of such concern?

Keenan Cooper called off our engagement.

I will not be married.

Wait. What?

My parents are furious with me.
I feel such relief.

Relief?

- You stupid little girl.
- Will.

You never think before you act!

It's no wonder he broke with you.

I only wished to be married so
that we could be true equals

and have the means to run
this theatre together.

I implored you to consider the future,

but you don't listen.
Who will have you now?

It was you who told me I
should have everything.

You cannot have me.

Indulge this fantasy no longer.
I'm not leaving my wife.

I never wished you to leave your family.

Then why did you seduce me, you slut?

[Gasps]

[Voice breaks] W-what are you?

My wife smelt you upon me.

One last time, was it?

Have you no shame? No feeling?
No kindness?

You disgust me.

[Inhales sharply]

[Breathing shakily]

Go. Now.

[Gasps]

It's over.

[Crying]

Find another player and be his whore.

♪♪

[Applause in distance]

[Cheers and applause]

[Stifles sob]

[Cheers and applause continue]

[Crying]

[Cheers and applause]

[Cheering continues]

[Chanting] Shakespeare! Shakespeare!
Shakespeare!

Shakespeare! Shakespeare! Shakespeare!
Shakespeare!

[Chanting continues]

Take thy bow, young Shakespeare.

The public wants a piece of thee!

[Cheering loudly]

♪♪

[Bell tolling]

[Hooves clopping]

[Birds chirping]

♪♪

Now...

Just wait you here, little miss.

[Door creaks open]

[Breathing heavily]

[Muffled voice] Have
you been a good girl?

[Mask thuds]

[Exhales deeply]

No.

No?

[Chuckles] Oh, yes.

What are you hiding, hmm?

I'll have all your secrets

out of you...

little girl.

Do you know what happens

to bad children

who hide things?

They...

get...

punished.

♪♪

- [Blade slices]
- Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! [Groans, wheezes]

[Panting]

Move out of the way!

- What have you done?!
- Please, sis, we gotta go now!

[Man shouts indistinctly]
Come on! They'll kill us both!

Aah!

- [Gunshot]
- [Screaming]

Down the street.

Come on!

Ohh!

[Gasping]

♪♪

Come on, just a little further.
We'll fix you up.

Keep going, Pres. Leave me.

Come on.

[Groans]

[Voice breaks] Get up, sis.

I can't.

[Whispers] You can.

Nah, Pres, I can't.

But I ain't tired, just happy...

[Wheezes] you didn't have to...

you didn't have to...

[Wheezes] You're my happiest memory.

It's you.

Now piss off.

♪♪

[Crying]

No.

[Whispers] No, no.

[Sniffles]

Check down there.

♪♪

[Panting]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Horse whinnies]

Now sit. Careful.

What's happening?

We're going home.

No, Anne...

Please stay.

It's over with Alice, I swear it.

It's not about the girl.

Your play...

was amazing.

I can see now that I will always
come second to the theatre.

You do belong here in
London with your work.

And I must live my own life.

I'll make a life for us here.

No. I leave you free to succeed.

You will support your
family in Stratford.

Send money home, help
your father's business.

Also, Susanne and Judith
must have their education.

I will not allow them to
end up like their mother.

Anne...

You will always be my husband
and father to our children.

But this is your world, not mine.

I leave you free to be
what it is you wish to be.

- Bye, Pa.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, my darlings.

I'll see you all very soon.

You need to be brave, just
like the hero in your story.

You need to protect your
mother and your sisters.

Will you, sweet prince?

Yes, Pa.

Don't forget me, Anne.

Who knows what a glover's
son from Stratford

and his family may become?

[Exhales sharply]

♪♪

[Sniffles] We shall see.

[Horse blusters]

[Birds chirping]

[Crying]

My cousin is a very selfish young man.

[Sniffles]

[Growling]

♪♪

[Growling continues]

[Snarling]

Hey, hey.

Spare him, Satan!

[Wheezing]

My, God.

- No. No!
- [Groans]

No, let him live.

Let him breathe.

[Sniffles] Another day, another hour.

[Exhales slowly]

♪♪

Oh, my King.

[Whispers] My King.

♪♪

We're ruined.

♪♪

I'm so ashamed.

♪♪

[Sobs]

[Crying]

Aah!

[Sobbing]

[Grunting] No! No!

[Continues grunting]

♪♪

[Flames whoosh]

♪♪