Follow him,
friends: we'll
hear a play to-morrow.
What have been your most vivid experiences, hearing, seeing, reading Shakespeare?
Among so many others, I remember an idyllic Edwardian Love's Labours Lost, on a lawn by the river Cam, under the willows (there were strawberries and cream in the interval); that black-and-white galliard at the close of Twelfth Night; that Macbeth in the mud in an abandoned church, for the witches in unsaintly niches and all the candles of Tenebrae. And I remember reading straight through the Penguin Shakespeare, one cold wet Christmas in Wales, with interludes for stone circles.
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