“The play’s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king”
– Hamlet, Act 2, Scene ii
Your mom married your uncle. Your girlfriend couldn’t wait to kill herself over you. And you just found out you’ve been walking around with a donkey’s head all afternoon. Life is tough in ol’ Bill Shakespeare’s world. The best you can usually hope for is a nice quickie marriage at the end of a long tortuous journey.
Or maybe you’ve been trotting the boards at the Globe making those stories come to life. You’d better watch out for the rotten fruit the unwashed rabble will throw at you if they don’t like the show. But I wouldn’t worry too much – Billy Boy put lots of fart jokes in this one.