Throw it out! Throw it out!
He spoke for us all!
Johnny.
You did it.
You finally did something for me.
I didn't do it for you.
I did it for me.
Your Majesty, we won.
By 40 votes.
There you are, Johnny.
You did it.
Molly.
I've brought in the Earl to gawp at my triumph.
Authors have a place, Mr Etherege.
It is in the garret.
I do not like them cluttering up my theatre.
Lizzie won't see him.
She won't see Johnny. This is the only way.
I don't want her upset.
I could have written a splendid play.
No, you couldn't.
The Man Of Mode.
The spirit of the age caught for all time.
I did it.
You didn't, because you don't have the gift.
Gentle George.
- What is he doing here?
- Don't blame me.
John, I'll see you after. I'll be at Long's.
Very well. Lockett's?
Long's.
Long's.
I saw the first two acts.
And you didn't like me?
To the contrary.
I could bear your brilliance no longer.
Mr Harris, you are playing me.
The understudy has become the actor.
My lord, I heard news of your death
six months ago
and experienced a spasm of regret.
But your subsequent resurrection
has quite cured my grief.
I am nature, and you are art.
Let us see how we compare.
Mr Harris has a quick change
and you will let him be.
Here we have him, your Restoration gent.
He's not pissed his breeches today
and he can walk in a straight line for 200 yards
without falling on his face and retching.
Now,
look you upon this picture
and on this
He has not washed He cannot walk
And he most certainly will not be able to raise
either the price of his dinner or his own pintle.
I must be got into my nightgown.
This is what I envy in you stage people.
You make time seem so important.
I must change my clothes now!
I must make my entrance now!
But life is not a succession of urgent nows.
It is a listless trickle of Why should I's.
You're on.
Five minutes only, Mrs Barry.
Inever wanted you for a mistress, Lizzie.
I wanted you for my wife.
You have no understanding, do you?
It was not being your mistress
that I was tired of, John.
I was tired of you.
I did not wish to be your wife.
I do not wish to be anyone's wife.
I wish to continue being the creature I am.
London walks into this theatre to see me.
Not George's play, nor Mr Betterton.
They want me,
and they want me over and over again.
I will not swap my certain glory
for your undependable love.
I wanted you to have my child.
I had your child.
A daughter.
When the theatres were closed in the summer.
By the start of the season I was flat enough
to play Desdemona in a nightgown.
Two minutes, Mrs Barry, please.
What is her name?
Elizabeth.
Elizabeth?
The child of our passion.
When I bred my other children,
I placed no value on human life at all, and...
...now you send me away.
And I cannot go back to where I was before.
I shall never forgive you
for teaching me to love life.
If I taught you that, then our account is settled.
Your lesson to me was my livelihood.
And mine to you was life itself.
We have no need to meet again.
Lizzie.
If you are in London,
and you have half a crown in your pocket,
you may see me there.
For the rest,
I hope I shall always be in your heart,
sometimes in your thoughts,
but never in your debt.
I am 33...
.. years old.
I am dying.
I have tried to speak the truth.
But I have been betrayed.
Elizabeth...
.. speak to me of abduction.
I was 18.
And worth two and a half thousand a year.
You ambushed me,
bundled me into your coach
and rattled me away.
The King thrust...
* If underneath death's cold wing
* His restless soul should fly
He charmed the tenderest virgins with delight.
And with his style did fiercest blockheads fright.
* Beyond the grasp of fools
* T'would meet with the bliss they deny
* So stand for him
* Kneel for him
* As he lies low in kneaded clay
* Pray for him who prayed too late
* That he might shine on Judgement Day
So,