Today is the Bard's birthday!
How shall we celebrate?
See a production at The Globe? I like your thinking...but no. Airfare? Theater tickets? No shows in production yet? Can't do it.
Dress as Elizabethans for the day? Hmmm...maybe not. Stomachers and ruffs and farthingales are not as much fun as they sound like.
Read plays? Watch movie versions of the plays? Listen to recordings of the plays? Twine flowers in our hair and gaze into our true love's eyes? Why, yes. That sounds like just the thing.
Well, at least I know that John and the kids will go for cake and ice cream. And maybe, just maybe, I can sneak in a little from the prologue to Henry V.
"O, for a muse of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention..."