:05:01
My theater is closed by the plague
these twelve weeks.
:05:03
My actors are forced to tour
the inn yards of England...
:05:06
while Mr.Burbage and the Chamberlain's
Men are invited to court...
:05:09
and receive ten pounds
to play your piece,
:05:12
written for my theater,
by my writer, at my risk...
:05:15
when you were green
and grateful.
:05:17
- What piece? Richard Crookback?
- No! It's comedy they want.
:05:20
- Like Romeo and Ethel.
- [ Laughing ]
:05:22
- Who wrote that?
- Nobody. You were writing it for me.
:05:25
- I gave you three pound a month since.
- Half what you owe me.
:05:28
I'm still due for
One Gentleman of Verona.
:05:31
What is money to you and me?
I, your patron, you, my wordwright.
:05:34
When the plague lifts,
:05:36
Burbage will have a new play
by Christopher Marlowe for the Curtain.
:05:39
- I will have nothing for the Rose.
- Mr.Henslowe.
:05:41
- Will you lend me 50 pounds?
- Fifty pounds?
:05:43
- What for?
- Burbage offers me a partnership
in the Chamberlain's Men.
:05:46
For 50 pounds, my days
as a hired player are over.
:05:49
Oh, cut out my heart.
Throw my liver to the dogs.
:05:53
No, then?
:05:55
[ Priest ]
Theaters are handmaidens of the devil!
:05:58
The players breed lewdness in your wives
and wickedness in your children!
:06:03
And the Rose smells thusly rank
by any name!
:06:08
I say, a plague
on both their houses!
:06:12
Where are you going?
:06:14
My weekly confession.
:06:22
Words, words, words.
:06:25
Once, I had the gift.
:06:27
I could make love out of words
as a potter makes cups of clay.
:06:31
Love that overthrows empires.
:06:33
Love that binds two hearts together,
come hellfire and brimstone.
:06:37
For sixpence a line,
I could cause a riot in a nunnery.
:06:41
- But now--
- And yet you tell me you lie with women.
:06:46
Black Sue,
Fat Phoebe,
:06:49
Rosaline, Burbage's seamstress,
Aphrodite, who does it behind--
:06:53
Yes, now and again.
What of it?
:06:56
I have lost my gift.
:06:57
I am here to help you.