Shakespeare in Love Page #4
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MAKEPEACE:
and the Lord shall smite them! Yea,
harken to me. The theatres are
handmaidens of the devil! Under the
name of the Curtain, the players
breed lewdness in your wives,
rebellion in your servants, idleness
in your apprentices and wickedness in
your children! And the Rose smells
thusly rank by any name! I say a
plague on both their houses!
As he passes WILL gratefully makes a mental note.
EXT. DR. MOTH'S HOUSE. DAY.
WILL turns into a narrow street and walks toward a
doorway.
HENSLOWE:
Where are you going?
WILL:
To my weekly confession.
As HENSLOWE arrives the door closes in his face. A sign
identifies the place as the premises of Dr. MOTH,
apothecary, alchemist, astrologer, seer, interpreter of
dreams, and priest of psyche. HENSLOWE looks puzzled.
INT. DR. MOTH'S HOUSE. DAY
A stuffed alligator hangs from the ceiling, pills,
potions, amulets and charms, star charts and mystic
paraphernalia festoon the place. Testimonials and framed
degrees hang on the walls.
WILL lying on a couch, on his back. His eyes are closed
DR. MOTH sits by the couch, listening to WILL and
occasionally making a note on a pad he holds on his knee.
What we have here is nothing less than the false dawn of
analysis. The session is being timed by an hourglass.
WILL:
Words, words, words…once, I had the
gift…I could make love out of words as
a potter makes cups out of clay love
that overthrows empires, love that
binds two hearts together come
hellfire and brimstones…for sixpence a
line, I could cause a riot in a
nunnery…but now
DR. MOTH
And yet you tell me you lie with
women?
WILL seems unwiling to respond. DR. MOTH refers to his
notes.
DR. MOTH (CONT'D)
Black Sue, Fat Phoebe, Rosaline,
Burbage's seamstress; Aphrodite, who
does it behind the Dog and
WILL:
(interrupting)
Aye, now and again, but what of it? I
have lost my gift.
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