Shakespeare in Love Page #2

-Not by me. I only stole it.

My sleeve wants for a button,

Mistress Rosaline.

Where were my seamstress' eyes?

When are you coming over

to the Chamberlains Men?

When I have 50.

-You writing?

-A comedy. All but done.

A pirate comedy.

-Wonderful.

-Bring it tomorrow.

-Its for Henslowe. He paid me.

-How much?

-10.

-Youre a liar.

He wants Romeo for Ned

and the Admirals Men.

Mmm. Neds wrong for it.

Will?

Heres 2 sovereigns. I'll give

you another 2 when I see the pages.

-Done.

-Burbage, I will see you hanged...

-for a pickpocket.

-The queen has commanded it.

She loves a comedy. And

the Master of the Revels favours us.

And what favour does Mr. Tilney

receive from you?

-Ask him.

-She comes!

Cease to persuade,

my loving Proteus.

Home-keeping youth

have ever homely wits,

were it not affection

chains thy tender days...

When will you write me a sonnet, Will?

-Ive lost my gift.

-You left it in my bed.

Come to look for it again.

Are you to be my muse, Rosaline?

Burbage has my keeping...

but you have my heart.

You see?

The consumptives plot against me.

Will Shakespeare has a play.

Lets go and cough through it.

My father weeping,

my mother wailing...

our maid howling,

our cat wringing her hands.

Yet did not this coldhearted cur...

shed one tear...

You see?

Comedy.

Love, and a bit with a dog.

Thats what they want.

He is a stone, a very pebble stone,

and has no more pity in him

than a dog!

A Jew would have wept

to have seen our parting.

Now the dog all this while

sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word...

Well played, Master Crab!

I commend you!

What light is light...

if Silvia be not seen?

What joy is joy...

if Silvia be not by?

Unless it be to think that she is by...

and feed upon the shadow of perfection.

Except I be by Silvia

in the night,

there is no music

in the nightingale.

Unless I look on Silvia

in the day,

there is no day for me to look upon.

Did you like Proteus

or Valentine best?

Proteus for speaking.

Valentine for looks.

Oh, I liked the dog for laughs.

Silvia, I did not care for much.

His fingers were red

from fighting...

and he spoke like a schoolboy at lessons.

Stage love will never be true love

while the law of the land...

has our heroines being played

by pipsqueak boys in petticoats.

-Oh, when can we see another?

-When the queen commands it.

No, but at the playhouse. Nurse!

Be still. Playhouses are not

for wellborn ladies.

Oh! Im not so wellborn.

Well-monied is the same

as wellborn,

and well-married

is more so.

Lord Wessex was looking at you tonight.

All the men at court

are without poetry.

If they see me, they see

my fathers fortune.

I will have poetry in my life...

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