All the world is a stage man!

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At Magpie Tales we have an image of the bird that featured in one of the bard's  best-known plays, Macbeth.  A magpie.

Today's picture at Sunday Photo Fiction is of the rebuilt Shakespearian Globe Theatre on London's South Bank - somewhere I often go myself! 




Still the hungry hoards gather beneath mine stage, expectant; eager to heareth mine words, readeth mine thoughts. Mine stories of yesteryear still enthral. Wherefore I asketh? For three centuries and ninety-nine years has't passed since I departed this mortal coil.

This day, mine Romeo wouldst weareth a baseball cap backeth to the front, and  his Juliet a frock of brazen brevity. Richard the third would'st giveth his kingdom f'r a Ferrari. The maggot-pie bird  that did the noble Macbeth dread, dust still fright but will henceforth bear a name anew.

Wast I to scribe this present day, mine office would still be’est to maketh dastardly characters performing deeds of dread. But not a dagger I seeth before me, but a Glock 380. Dogberry the bumbling watchman wouldst weareth the badge of a sergeant. Mine audience would’st siteth e're a television device eating popc'rn.

In the year cometh I wilt celebrate four hundred twelvemonths since mine consummation. But still I am a cool dude in the eyes of those that readeth my words. Crowds will still throng in haste to my playhouse. Friends, Romans and countrymen will still lendeth me their ears. So let us fill our goblets to overflowing with the juice of the vine and raise them high. Then doeth it again four centuries hence.

I’ll still be around strutting my stuff even if you are not buddy! Yea!

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