Maester Steven, may I please ask what your favourite passage or quote from Shakespeare is? (my own knowledge of The Bard is broad, rather than deep, but to date my own favourite has to be “O! For a Muse of Fire…” with it’s evocation of the creative process and invocation of the Player’s magic that took the Groundlings out from the Globe into all the World, Known and Unknown – a fondness for which I hold Sir Derek Jacobi directly responsible!).

It’s hard to pick one, but I’ve always loved Lear the best:

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta’en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

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