- John: Queen Elizabeth didn't chop Mary's head off herself, you daft wurzel. She were topped at Fotheringhay.
- Anne: Granddad is right, about the beheading. Queen Liz never done it.
- Will: Yes, my love, I am aware of the facts, but as a dramatist, I take the view that a fat man with an axe saying, 'Close your eyes, love', thwack, isn't quite as compelling theater as frigid Liz bitch-slapping her cutesome Caledonian cuz Mary in a bit of queen-on-queen action.
- Marlowe: So, whisper is you're writing another play? Good work that, man. I can't think how you find the energy.
- Will: Actually I have several on the go at present, alongside my teen romance. Mainly just ideas. 'The Taming of the Vole', which I quite like. 'Seventeen Gentlement of Verona'. That needs trimming. 'A Midsummer Night's Whimsical Old Tosh'. Still looking for the big idea there.
- Bottom: I've told ya, just say it's a dream. You can get away with any old dung balls if you say it's a dream.
- Will: Exactly, Bottom, and I hope my quill does wither on Miss Clucky's arse before I resort to such a lazy cop-out.
- Will: [quoting from his latest work] 'Blood red will be thy shroud!' And then a nobleman rushes in, 'majesty, I beseech thee, must not a queen this murder do.'
- Anne: Shouldn't that be, 'A queen must not do this murder'?
- Will: Well, yes, it should, but I always think a sentence sounds better if you mix up the words a bit. It's one of my best tricks.
- Susanna: Sounds really try-hard to me.
- Will: Or, put more poetically: 'to me sounds, hard try really'. See? Much better.
- Will: [Shakespeare and Bottom are searching for a lost play] It must be here somewhere!
- Bottom: Well, if it is, we can't find it.
- Will: True, it is beyond our skill. But there is a mystical species that can find anything.
- Bottom: Wood nymphs!
- Will: Don't be ridiculous.
- Bottom: Sorry.
- Will: Wood nymphs are treacherous creatures and would find my play only to put it on the fire to warm the toes of their sweethearts, the elves.
- Greene: The Queen's chill has grown worse and she is like to die. The kingdom is in crisis. We will have a new monarch by eventide and I must hasten to insert my nose betwixt the next set of royal buttocks before other oily courtiers fill the gap.