I love you, Will, beyond poetry.
(1)I loved a writer and gave up the prize for a sonnet.
(2)I was the more deceived.
(1)Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know how much I loved you.
(1)I’m done with theater. The playhouse is for dreamers. Look what the dream brought us.
(2) It was we ourselves did that. And for my life to come, I would not have it otherwise.
(1)Tell me how you love her, Will.
(2)Like a sickness and its cure together.
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
–What’s it called?
–Romeo and Ethel, the Sea Pirate’s Daughter.
1) He dies with such passion, and poetry, as you ever heard….. 2) He dies??
1) Who are you? 2) I,uh, I’m the money. 1) Then you may stay, as long as you are silent.
1) Who’s that 2) Nobody, he’s the author
1. …And the name of the piece? 2. Mercutio 1. I will play him
1. It’s good. 2. Oh? 1. The title won’t do. Romeo and Juliet. Just a suggestion. 2. Thank you Ned. You are a gentleman. 1. And you are a Warwickshire shithouse.
1. the play must…2. go on!
1. The title of the play? 2. Mercutio. 1. I’ll take it.
1.If they find you here they will kill you! 2.You could break me with a word.
1.The show must…you know. 2. Go on!
1: Gentlemen, a word with one of you. 2:…Are you really going to do it like that?
(1) I have spoken with your father. (2) So my lord? I speak with him every day!
(1) Is she obedient? (2) As any mule in Christendom but if you are the man to ride her there are rubies in the saddlebags.
(1) The show must… (2) Go on?!
Hugh Fennyman: Uh, one moment, sir.
Ned Alleyn: Who are you?
Hugh Fennyman: I’m, uh… I’m the money.
Ned Alleyn: Then you may remain so long as you remain silent.
Lord Wessex: How is this to end?
Queen Elizabeth: As stories must when love’s denied: with tears and a journey.
Lord Wessex: I have spoken with your father.
Viola De Lesseps: So, my lord? I speak with him every day.
Lord Wessex: Is she obedient?
Sir Robert de Lesseps: As any mule in Christendom — but if you are the man to ride her, there are rubies in the saddlebag.
Lord Wessex: I like her!
Marlowe: I thought your play was for Burbage.
Shakespeare: This is a different one.
Marlowe: A different one you haven’t written?
Phillip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Phillip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Phillip Henslowe: I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
Shakespeare: I have a new play.
Marlowe: What’s it called?
Shakespeare: Romeo and Ethel the Pirate’s Daughter.
Marlowe: What is the story?
Shakespeare: Well, there’s this pirate…
A broad river divides my lovers: family, duty, fate. As unchangeable as nature.
And tell Shakespeare, something more cheerful next time, for Twelfth Night.
But soft what light through yonder window breaks,
it is the east and Juliet is the sun.
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with greif that though her maid art
far more fair than she.
Be not her maid since she is envious
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
and none but fools do wear it, cast it off,
it is my lady, o it is my love, o that she knew she were….
By all the stars in heaven, who is she?
By all the stars in heaven, who is she?
Fifty pounds! A very worthy sum on a very worthy question. Can a play show us the very truth and nature of love? I bear witness to the wager, and will be the judge of it as occasion arises. I have not seen anything to settle it yet.
Gentlemen upstage, ladies downstage, ARE YOU A LADY MISTER KENT ???
Gentlemen upstage, ladies downstage, are you a lady, MR. KENT!
Girl: So what’s this play about then? Man playing Nurse: Well, there’s this nurse…
Good morning, my lord. I see you are open for business — so let’s to church.
Good sir? I heard you were a poet. But a poet of no words?
Gweyneth: Tell me how you love her?
Joseph: Like a sickness and it’s cure together
Have her, then, but you’re a lordly fool. She’s been plucked since I saw her last — and not by you. It takes a woman to know it.
I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
I don’t know it’s a mystery
I know something of a woman in a man’s profession. Yes, by God I do know about that!
I liked it when she stabbed herself.
I will have poetry in my life and adventure and love. Love above all. Not the artful postures of love but love that overthrows life. Unbitterable, ungovernable. Like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love that there has never been in a play. I will have love or I will end my days.
I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No…not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that…over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable- like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love- like there has never been in a play.
I would stay asleep my whole life, if I could dream myself into a company of players.
I’m afeared that being asleep, all this is but a dream, to flattering sweet to be substantial
If I could write of the beauty of her eyes, I was born to look in them and know myself.
If your married my grave is likely to be my wedding bad.
Let us have pirates, clowns, and a happy ending, or we shall send you back to Stratford to your wife!
Love is the only inspiration.
Love knows no rank or riverbank. It can spark between the Queen and the poor vagabond who plays the King
Maid: The house is stirring- it’s a new day
Gwyn: It’s a new world!
Mr. Tileny: That woman is a woman!
Ned Alleyn: A woman?? You mean THAT old goat?!
Mr. Tilney! Have a care with my name – you will wear it out.
Mr. Tilney! Have a care with my name — you will wear it out!
My lady, the house is stirring. It is a new day.
It is a new world!
My lady, the tide waits for no man, but I swear it would wait for you.
My story starts at sea… a perilous voyage to an unknown land… a shipwreck… the wild waters roar and heave… the brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned… all save one… a lady… whose soul is greater than the ocean… and her spirit stronger than the sea’s embrace… not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story… for she will be my heroine for all time. And her name… Viola.
Oh, more fireworks? They should be soothing after the excitements of Lady Viola’s audience.
Pay attention and you’ll see how genius creates a legend.
See? The consumptives plot against me. William Shakespeare has a new play, let’s go and COUGH through it.
She’s been plucked since I saw her last and not by you. It takes a woman to know it
Suffering Cats!
that woman is a woman!!
That woman is a WOMAN!!!!
The Master of the Revels despises us all for vagrants and peddlers of bombast. But my father, James Burbage, had the first license to make a company of players from Her Majesty, and he drew from poets the literature of the age. We must show them that we are men of parts. Will Shakespeare has a play. I have a theatre. The Curtain is yours.
The Queen of England does not attend exhibitions of public lewdness…so something must be out of joint.
The tide waits for no man but I swear it would wait for you
The title it won’t do Romeo and Juliet just a suggestion.
Then you may remain, so long as you remaim silent. Pay attention and you will see how genius creates a legend.
Then you may remain, so long as you remain silent. Pay attension and you will see how genius creates a legend.
This is not life, Will. It is a stolen season.
This time, the boots are coming OFF!
Time will wait for no man but I swear it will wait for you
Viola: I would not have thought it, there is something better than a play
Will: There is.
Viola: Even your play!
Will: Hm ??? (surprised)
Viola: And that was only my first try (kisses him passionatly)
W: nobody knew… B: he knew, i saw ‘im kissing her bubbies.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ilium? sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
What is the play and what is my part?
What is the play and what is my part?!
Will here says he’s going to make me an apothecary!
Will: Ned, you are a gentlemen. Ned: And you are a Warrickshire shithouse.
Words, words, words…once I had the gift…I could make love out of words…love that overthrows empires, love that binds two hearts together come hellfire and brimstone…for sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery.
Write me well.
You see — comedy. Love, and a bit with a dog. That’s what they want.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
[After sex.]
Viola: I would not have thought it: there IS something better than a play!
Will: There is.
Viola: Even your play.
Will: Hmm!?
Viola: And that was only my first try!
[Dropping Mr. Henslowe’s feet into hot coals.]
Hugh Fennyman: Henslowe! Do you know what happens to a man who doesn’t pay his debts? His boots catch fire!
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