Shake Spear

aim true don’t shake spear the beast measure for measure this is the taming of the shrew the tempest as you will it feels much ado about nothing as if it is the comedy of errors now on the twelfth night of the feast of hades love’s labour lost as you like it this the winter’s tale but you are the merchant of venice here to sell your wares here to charm the merry wives of windsor and touch with your inbred smile many others cymbeline pericles the two gentlemen of verona here for their own laugh troilus and cressida all ships in the night a rose by any other name but then you waken and it was but a midsummer night’s dream or was it it is nothing more than a play or is it in the end is not life a stage and us merely the players these the days the plays of comedy you know from your balcony all’s well that ends well as i bid you adieu my prince sweet dreams and dream no more the days of joy are upon us so live eyes wide open this time is yours