William Shakespeare: I've lived so long in imaginary worlds, I think I've lost sight of what is real, of what is true.
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William Shakespeare: I've lived so long in imaginary worlds, I think I've lost sight of what is real, of what is true.
William Shakespeare: I'm not a good gardener, it's true. I find it easier to create things with words.
William Shakespeare: I've lived so long in imaginary worlds, I think I've lost sight of what is real, of what is true.
William Shakespeare: I'm not a good gardener, it's true. I find it easier to create things with words.
Henry: Mr. Shakespeare? I don't want to pester you. William Shakespeare: Good! Excellent news. Cheerio. Henry: I just wanted to ask you... William Shakespeare: The best way to get started as a writer is to start writing. Henry: No really, could I just... William Shakespeare: I don't have a favorite play, I admire all my fellow dramatists equally, and yes, I do think women should be allowed to perform the female roles as is the practice on the continent. Now, please do excuse me. Henry: I just wanted to ask how you knew. William Shakespeare: Knew what? Henry: Everything. William Shakespeare: My friend, I don't even know how to keep the slugs out of the Hollyhocks.
Henry Wriothesley: We have only Johnson now. William Shakespeare: Who laughs at me because I speak no Greek and don't know whether Bohemia has a coast. Henry Wriothesley: Oh Christ Will, why do you care what he thinks? You wrote King Lear.
Earl of Southampton: We have only Johnson now. William Shakespeare: Who laughs at me because I speak no Greek and don't know whether Bohemia has a coast. Earl of Southampton: Oh Christ Will, why do you care what he thinks? You wrote 'King Lear'.
Earl of Southampton: You must write again, Will. London needs you.
Anne Shakespeare: He'll write no more. William Shakespeare: No. And nor will I. Anne Shakespeare: It's not Hamnet you mourn. It's yourself.
Anne Shakespeare: Husband! It's Sunday! William Shakespeare: Sunday? Anne Shakespeare: This isn't London. If you miss church here, they'll fine you.
Maria, Shakespeare's Maid: A garden ain't a play. William Shakespeare: Yes, but play, garden, *loaf* - like the ones you bake every morning, all of them begin with an idea from a compulsion to create something of beauty or of need. Maria, Shakespeare's Maid: Bread begins with yeast and flour. William Shakespeare: Exactly! Ingredients. Now you're getting me. Bushes, brambles, yeast, flour versus players, and they all need a dream which will not be denied, and which must weather all kinds of adversity because the weather will turn, the bugs will infest, the oven will cool, the yeast will sour, and in my case, your fellow workers, heh, like a brilliant lunatic actor called Dick Burbage, will interfere, and they will demand a bigger show for a smaller budget, and a shorter play with a much longer part for him, and all of these trials must be overcome without ever losing sight of the dream itself. Maria, Shakespeare's Maid: And what does it feel like when all of that works? William Shakespeare: Well, what does freshly baked bread smell like?
William Shakespeare: I never said an unkind word. I never gave her cause. Anne Shakespeare: You spent so long putting words into other people's mouths, you think it only matters what is said.
John Hall: I joy to see you dig, sir. At last, given up on your plays to distract the mob from our Lord. William Shakespeare: Does the lark song distract you from your God, John? John Hall: Of course not. It is evidence of God. William Shakespeare: Ah. Well, then, perhaps for some, I was the lark.
John Lane: You'll no more tell us how to save our souls, Dr. Hall. Not while your Puritan wives fornicate worse than whores!
William Shakespeare: I've never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
William Shakespeare: A poxed man is always pissing. He seems to be.
Earl of Southampton: Booze and passion, sex and violence killed them all. Life killed them.
Susanna Hall: If Judith is reaching for a little happiness, then I'm glad of it. John Hall: Sinning will not make her happy. Susanna Hall: Really? Then let us hope it makes her unhappiness a little more bearable. John Hall: That is a wicked thing to say. Remember your scripture.
Earl of Southampton: As a poet, you have no equal, and I, like anyone with brain or heart, am your humble servant.
Tom Quiney: You know that I am not a good man. There have been women. Many women. Judith Shakespeare: Look, I've seen too little of life. You've seen too much. But perhaps together we may begin again.
Ben Jonson: Christ, Will, you've had a time of it. Both daughters caught up in scandals. Well, good for them. William Shakespeare: Yes, retirement hasn't exactly brought the peace we might have hoped for.
John Hall: Judith must drop this Quiney. He's debauched. Susanna Hall: If only those without sin were allowed to marry, there would be precious few weddings.
