- William Shakespeare: If you want to be a writer, and speak to others and for others, speak first for yourself. Search within. Consider the contents of your own soul. Your humanity. And if you're honest with yourself, then whatever you write, all is true.
- Henry: Mr. Shakespeare? I don't want to pester you.
- William Shakespeare: Good! Excellent news. Cheerio.
- Henry: I just wanted to ask you...
- William Shakespeare: The best way to get started as a writer is to start writing.
- Henry: No really, could I just...
- William Shakespeare: I don't have a favorite play, I admire all my fellow dramatists equally, and yes, I do think women should be allowed to perform the female roles as is the practice on the continent. Now, please do excuse me.
- Henry: I just wanted to ask how you knew.
- William Shakespeare: Knew what?
- Henry: Everything.
- William Shakespeare: My friend, I don't even know how to keep the slugs out of the Hollyhocks.
- Earl of Southampton: We have only Johnson now.
- William Shakespeare: Who laughs at me because I speak no Greek and don't know whether Bohemia has a coast.
- Earl of Southampton: Oh Christ Will, why do you care what he thinks? You wrote 'King Lear'.
- William Shakespeare: I've lived so long in imaginary worlds, I think I've lost sight of what is real, of what is true.
- William Shakespeare: I'm not a good gardener, it's true. I find it easier to create things with words.
- Anne Shakespeare: Judith, if you can't forgive yourself, how do you expect God to forgive you?
- Judith Shakespeare: I don't.
- Anne Shakespeare: He'll write no more.
- William Shakespeare: No. And nor will I.
- Anne Shakespeare: It's not Hamnet you mourn. It's yourself.
- William Shakespeare: What on earth are you doing here? Now, here's what I need you not to pee on. This is what you don't pee on, and this is what you don't pee on here.
- Anne Shakespeare: Husband! It's Sunday!
- William Shakespeare: Sunday?
- Anne Shakespeare: This isn't London. If you miss church here, they'll fine you.
- Maria, Shakespeare's Maid: A garden ain't a play.
- William Shakespeare: Yes, but play, garden, *loaf* - like the ones you bake every morning, all of them begin with an idea from a compulsion to create something of beauty or of need.
- Maria, Shakespeare's Maid: Bread begins with yeast and flour.
- William Shakespeare: Exactly! Ingredients. Now you're getting me. Bushes, brambles, yeast, flour versus players, and they all need a dream which will not be denied, and which must weather all kinds of adversity because the weather will turn, the bugs will infest, the oven will cool, the yeast will sour, and in my case, your fellow workers, heh, like a brilliant lunatic actor called Dick Burbage, will interfere, and they will demand a bigger show for a smaller budget, and a shorter play with a much longer part for him, and all of these trials must be overcome without ever losing sight of the dream itself.
- Maria, Shakespeare's Maid: And what does it feel like when all of that works?
- William Shakespeare: Well, what does freshly baked bread smell like?
- William Shakespeare: I never said an unkind word. I never gave her cause.
- Anne Shakespeare: You spent so long putting words into other people's mouths, you think it only matters what is said.
- William Shakespeare: I try to like him for Susanna's sake, but John is...
- Judith Shakespeare: A hypocritical shit?
- William Shakespeare: A Puritan.
- Judith Shakespeare: That's funny, isn't it? A Puritan who wants to close all the theaters, who'll get all of William Shakespeare's estate? Well, don't you think that's funny? I think that's funny.
- John Hall: I joy to see you dig, sir. At last, given up on your plays to distract the mob from our Lord.
- William Shakespeare: Does the lark song distract you from your God, John?
- John Hall: Of course not. It is evidence of God.
- William Shakespeare: Ah. Well, then, perhaps for some, I was the lark.
- William Shakespeare: John Hall has asked for my help to remove the vicar. I thought he knew me better.
- Anne Shakespeare: Well, he thinks you like him.
- William Shakespeare: I'm a good actor.
- William Shakespeare: For what it's worth, Judith, I have no intention of leaving my estate to John Hall.
- Judith Shakespeare: No. No, you'll leave it to the sainted Susanna, and by law, her property is his, as is her body, for all the use he makes of it.
- John Lane: You'll no more tell us how to save our souls, Dr. Hall. Not while your Puritan wives fornicate worse than whores!
- Anne Shakespeare: Why did this man slander our Susanna?
- William Shakespeare: My guess is to damage her husband. John Hall is a Puritan, and he would make Holy Trinity and all the town likewise. John Lane, on the other hand, likes his cakes and ale.
- Earl of Southampton: I have grown old. As you said in your sonnets that I would, you bastard. But the beauty I inspired in you will be forever young. And in a thousand years from now, when people read those lines, I will - will be young, alive still, in the hearts of lovers yet unborn.
- Earl of Southampton: What is he? The son of a son. Nothing more. All his pride and strut comes from no greater achievement than having been spat from the dick of a previous nonentity.
- Earl of Southampton: Marlowe? Oh, what a man he was. What a life. Spy, adventurer, fucked for England. Boys, girls, boys and girls. He knew how to live.
- William Shakespeare: He is dead, of course, my lord, so, you know, win some, lose some.
- Earl of Southampton: Yes, they are all dead, Will.
- William Shakespeare: Anne, those sonnets were published illegally without my knowledge or my consent.
- Anne Shakespeare: But you wrote them, Will, and people read them. And after they'd read them, they kept asking, "Who are they? Who is this dark lady he's so in love with?"
- William Shakespeare: They were just poems.
- Anne Shakespeare: The handsome man?
- William Shakespeare: They were just poems.
- Anne Shakespeare: Don't answer. I don't want to know. I didn't want to know then, and I don't want to know now. But I know who some people said he was. Now it appears he's coming to my house a-calling. All these years, Will, worried about your reputation. Have you even once considered mine?
- Susanna Hall: If Judith is reaching for a little happiness, then I'm glad of it.
- John Hall: Sinning will not make her happy.
- Susanna Hall: Really? Then let us hope it makes her unhappiness a little more bearable.
- John Hall: That is a wicked thing to say. Remember your scripture.
- Earl of Southampton: As a poet, you have no equal, and I, like anyone with brain or heart, am your humble servant.
- Anne Shakespeare: Remember our wedding day? Me, older, pregnant, and you a strange, clever lad of 18. I know what people thought. I couldn't even sign the register. Just made a stupid mark. I felt so foolish. Then you went to London and became this great writer, with a wife at home who couldn't read a word. I often wondered if it bothered you. But why should it? You were hardly here.
- Tom Quiney: You know that I am not a good man. There have been women. Many women.
- Judith Shakespeare: Look, I've seen too little of life. You've seen too much. But perhaps together we may begin again.
- Ben Jonson: the second part is the best part. You made it home, Will. How many other conquerors can say the same? What poets, huh? Anyone can die alone and despised.
- Ben Jonson: You told me that Southampton says you've led a little life. What an ass. Well, I mean, you conquered England, Will, and returned victorious to the bosom of your family. Ah, how is that little? Is it little?
- Ben Jonson: Christ, Will, you've had a time of it. Both daughters caught up in scandals. Well, good for them.
- William Shakespeare: Yes, retirement hasn't exactly brought the peace we might have hoped for.
- Ben Jonson: No one knows how Tom Nashe died, but if his filthy dildo poems are anything to go by, it wasn't in the bosom of his family.
- William Shakespeare: Whenever I trim a new quill, I imagine that it's not mine, but his hand, grown to be a man, and there he is, trimming - trimming his quill with the knife his father gave him on that joyful homecoming so long ago. And then, when I, uh, when I dip the ink and make a mark, it's still his hand I see and his words that I write, and then I imagine that it's not me who thinks of him at all, but that I am dead and Hamnet lives, and it's him who thinks of me.
- William Shakespeare: I thought you meant real business. Like building, owning and operating London's largest theater, for instance. Actors, carpenters, seamstresses, crew to pay, bribes to pay, security to mount, politics to navigate, 3,000 paying customers to be fed and watered every afternoon, each promised a spectacle greater than the last. One hundred and seventy Royal Command Performances for our Queen and our King. Have you considered the logistics of mounting the Battle of Shrewsbury in the banqueting hall at Hampton Court? Please don't. It would make you so tired. And yet, in all the years that I have run my vast, complex and spectacularly successful business, Thomas, I have indeed found the time to think and to write down the pretty thoughts you mention and which, in my experience, bring immense pleasure to those who seek mere diversion or respite from this veil of tears, without which, it would all be about as pointless as - well, about as pointless as you, Sir Thomas.
- John Hall: Judith must drop this Quiney. He's debauched.
- Susanna Hall: If only those without sin were allowed to marry, there would be precious few weddings.
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