Shakespeare in Love Page #4

A beaker for Mr. Marlowe.

I hear you have a new play

for the "Curtain".

Not new.

My "Doctor Faustus".

Ah. I love your early work.

Was this the face that

launched a thousand ships...

and burnt the topless towers

of llium?"

I have a new one

nearly finished, and better.

"The Massacre at Paris".

-Good title.

-Yours?

"Romeo and Ethel,

the Pirates Daughter".

-Yes, I know. I know.

-What is the story?

Well, theres this pirate...

In truth,

I have not written a word.

Romeo.

Romeo is Italian...

always in and out of love.

Yes, thats good.

Until he meets...

-Ethel.

-Do you think?

-The daughter of his enemy.

-The daughter of his enemy.

His best friend

is killed in a duel...

by Ethels brother, or something.

His name is Mercutio.

Mercutio.

Good name.

-Will! Theyre waiting for you!

-Yes, Im coming.

Good luck with yours, Kit.

I thought your play

was for Burbage.

-This is a different one.

-A different one you havent written?

Was this the face...

that launched a thousand ships...

and burnt the topless

towers of llium?

Thank you!

Was this the face that

launched a thousand ships...

And burnt the top-

Thank you!

Was this the face...

that launched a thousand ships

and burnt the topless towers...

I would like to give you something

from Faustus...

-by Christopher Marlowe.

-How refreshing.

...the topless towers of llium?

Sweet Helen,

make me immortal with a kiss.

W- W- Was this the f...

Very good, Mr. Wabash.

Report to the property master.

My tailor wants to be an actor.

I have a few debts here and there.

Well, that seems to be everybody.

-Did you see a "Romeo"?

-I did not.

Well, I to my work,

you to yours.

Oh, God.

May I begin, sir?

-Your name?

-Thomas Kent.

I would like to do a speech

by a writer...

who commands the heart of every player.

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.

She is my essence,

and I leave to be if I be not...

-Take off your hat!

-My hat?

Whered you learn how to do that?

-I...

-Let me see you. Take off your hat.

-Are you M-Master Shakespeare?

-Wait there. Wait there!

-Will, w-where are the pages?

-Where is the boy?

B- B- B- Break a leg!

Sir, will you buy my sweet orange?

Hey!

Everybody ready? All away!

-Follow that boat!

-Right you are, governor.

I know your face.

Are you an actor?

-Yes.

-Yes, I think Ive seen you in something.

-That one about a king.

-Really?

I had that Christopher Marlowe

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