Shakespeare in Love

INT. THE ROSE THEATRE. DAY.

SKY. Over which a title "LONDON--SUMMER 1593" appears.

Title card:
In the glory days of the Elizabethan theatre

two playhouses were fighting it out for writers and

audiences. North of the city was the Curtain Theatre,

home to England's most famous actor, Richard Burbage.

Across the river was the competition, built by Philip

Henslowe, a business with a cash flow problem...

...The Rose...

Gradually a building is revealed, The Rose Theatre, three-

tiered, open to the elements and empty. On the floor,

roughly printed, a poster--torn, soiled, out of date. It

says:

SEPT. 7TH & 8TH AT NOON

MR. EDWARD ALLEYN AND THE ADMIRAL'S MEN AT THE ROSE

THEATRE, BANKSIDE

THE LAMENTABLE TRAGEDIE OF THE MONEYLENDER REVENG'D

OVER THIS the screams of a man under torture. The screams

are coming from the curtained stage.

VOICE (O.S.)

You Mongrel! Why do you howl When it

is I who am bitten?

INT. THE ROSE THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

The theatre owner, PHILLIP HENSLOWE, is the man

screaming. HENSLOWE'S boots are on fire. He is pinioned

in a chair, with his feet stuck out over the hot colas of

a fire burning in a brazier. He is being held in that

position by LAMBERT, who is a thug employed by FENNYMAN,

who is the owner of the VOICE. The fourth man, FREES, is

FENNYMAN'S bookkeeper.

FENNYMAN:

What am I, Mr. Lambert?

LAMBERT:

Bitten, Mr. Fennyman.

FENNYMAN:

How badly bitten, Mr. Frees?

FREES:

Twelve pounds, one shilling and four

pence, Mr. Fennyman, including

interest.

HENSLOWE:

Aaagh! I can pay you!

FENNYMAN:

When?

HENSLOWE:

Two weeks, three at the most, Aaaagh!

For pity's sake.

FENNYMAN:

Take his feet out. Where will you get

FREES:

(the mathematical genius with

a notebook)

Sixteen pounds, five shillings and

nine pence

FENNYMAN:

including interest in three weeks?

HENSLOWE:

I have a wonderful new play!

FENNYMAN:

Put his feet in.

HENSLOWE:

It's a comedy.

FENNYMAN:

Cut his nose off.

HENSLOWE:

A new comedy. By Will Shakespeare!

FENNYMAN:

And his ears.

HENSLOWE:

And a share. We will be partners, Mr.

Fennyman!

FENNYMAN:

(hesitating)

Partners!

HENSLOWE:

It's a crowd-tickler--mistaken

identities, a shipwreck, a pirate

king, a bit with a dog, and love

triumphant.

LAMBERT:

I think I've seen it. I didn't like

it.

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