And I trust that you noticed the perfect iambic pentameter in my title - that Bill Shakespeare isn't the only scribbler who can do that sort of thing! True, it's hardly an inspiring line but then every play needs a 'Third Messenger' to enter and bring news of a fresh twist to the plot and you can't give him three pages of perfect versification to say it. Apart from anything else, darlings, most actors playing 'Third Messenger' can barely say their names let alone deliver iambic pentatmeters! Now, where was I before I rudely interrupted myself - oh yes - Shakespeare reduced to the bare essentials!
I am thinking of booking a flight to 'Noo Yawk' because some frightfully plucky American gals are putting on an all female performance of The Tempest in Central Park - stark naked! Yeeeeeeees, quite! One feels, in a very profound way, that this will illuminate aspects of the play hitherto never seen before - look, could you lot please be serious for a moment, this is Shakespeare we're talking about!
I gather from one of the reports that the ladies concerned wanted to encourage "body freedom and free expression." One seeks desperately for a response to those profound thoughts but, alas, all I can say - again! - is, yeeeeeeeeees, quite! Sometimes there are no words.
Actually, I've just remembered that as I write, 'SoD' is gracing Boston and New York with a royal visitation, now I know why - crafty bugger!