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if we be friends,
and Robin shall restore amends.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Most wonderful.
It was so funny.
Edward, Edward,
when can we do it again?
Ah. There he is.
Your father tells me you wrote
this evening's play yourself.
I did indeed, Your Majesty.
You sport with me.
Compose something.
Now?
Yes, now.
On what subject, Your Grace?
On truth.
For truth,
is truth,
though never so old,
and time cannot make that false
which once was true.
My Lord of Oxford,
it seems you have added a poet
to your family's line of warriors.
I am as accomplished with sword
and musket as I am in verse.
Are you indeed?
It is my only desire to be Your
Majesty's most trusted servant
in matters both of war and state,
if you will but have me.
Why, Lord Cecil, we may very well
have found your replacement.
We hope not too soon,
Your Majesty.
And what thought you
of our young lord's play, William?
If plays are indeed
such a sin, I pray that I do not find
my salvation until very late in life.
Jonson!
Benjamin Jonson!
You have been released.
don't you?
Ship oars!
Ahem. My lord.
The Tudor rose.
The most beautiful of flowers,
do you not think?
I assume I owe my freedom to you.
That is true.
And it was hard to come by.
One does not cross
my father-in-law lightly.
Lord William Cecil.
I have the questionable distinction
to be married to his only daughter.
It was helpful
when I wrote to your jailers
to release you
in my father-in-law's name.
My release was not
officially sanctioned?
Don't be an idiot. Of course it wasn't.
But you are free, are you not?
I enjoyed your little comedy, Jonson.
You have great potential.
Thank you, my lord.
But its politics did have
quite an effect on the Tower.
My father-in-law's men
felt it quite seditious.
Politics. My play has nothing
to do with politics.
It's just a simple comedy.
That showed your betters as fools
the cleverness of their servants.
All art is political, Jonson.
Otherwise, it would just be decoration.
And all artists have something to say.
Otherwise, they'd make shoes.
And you are not a cobbler,
are you, Jonson?
Francesco?
A play, my lord.
Stage?
Under your name.
My name, my lord?
I can't very well
use my name, can I?
I'm the 17th Earl of Oxford.
The Lord Great Chamberlain
of England, Viscount Bolebec,
Lord of Escales, Sanford
and Badlesmere, etc. No.
I have a reputation to protect.
In my world, one does not
write plays, Jonson.
People like you do.
Yes, my lord.
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