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nothing, my lord

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"you should be at the club." I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space—were it not that I have bad dreams.

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your grace (derogatory)

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there’s gotta be an audience for m*cbeth fanart on here

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Heartbreaking: Shakespeare unfortunately exactly as good as everyone told you he is

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King Lear characters as dril tweets

I saw @susanstohelits make a version of this and I have to exorcise a thought demon by making my own

Lear: me and a bunch of stupid assholes are going to start a community in the middle of the desert to either die or prove a very important point

Goneril: as far as im concerned the best revenge is ordering wolf piss online & pouring it into soneones car. “living well” is too hard

Regan: thinking of wrapping my entire body in barbed wire and becoming Sovereign

Cordelia: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset. ME: I agree

Gloucester: yo hollywood! check THIS out! *flops over face forward, lies still, becomes dust over the course of 100 years and is separated by the wind*

Edgar: due to budget constraints the ground hog this year has been replaced by a caged man in a loincloth who also fears shadows

Edmund: today’s the day that i put on my high heel cowboy boots & stomp the shit out of the fake plastic son that my father raised before I was born

Fool: fuck “jokes”. everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

Kent: awfully bold of you to fly the Good Year blimp on a year that has been extremely bad thus far

Albany: got all these tabs open like “Girl poison husband rate” and “Poisoned husband body count” researching if i should want to have a wife or not

Cornwall: grandmom kicked me out of the house because she caught me waterboarding an extremely small man

King of France: every woman ivr ever spoken to would describe our correspondence as “Graceful”

Burgundy: I shoudl not be expected to put my knee on the ground to propose to a woman, the same ground where the animals shit.

Bonus

Lear, again: as this website’s foremost broken human being, id like to announce that oysters make me mad now, for some reason

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Andersson begins with posthumous myth, as found in the anonymous 1637 jest book A Pleasant History of the Life and Death of Will Summers, for example. (The revised name was probably the work of Thomas Nashe for his 1592 play Summer’s Last Will and Testament, in which the ghost of ‘Will Summers’ comments on the action.) From there Andersson works backwards, circling the evidence until he arrives back at the man himself.

The approach has much to recommend it, not least because our idea of the fool is indelibly shaped by those in Shakespeare, and in particular the fool in King Lear. Shakespeare wrote that part for Robert Armin, who also originated the roles of Feste and Touchstone. Armin wasn’t merely an actor, however; his book Foole Upon Foole (1600) studied the lives and natures of six fools, Somer among them.

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Henry V, Stratford Shakespearean Festival 1956

Check out this program. Christopher Plummer as Henry V (9 years before The Sound of Music) and William Shatner as Gloucester (10 years before Star Trek).

One of my grandpa’s acquaintances apparently dated Shatner around this time. She said he was kind of a dick

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Can’t believe this exists and I wasn’t the one who made it

King Lear characters as dril tweets

Lear: I WILL REGRESS INTO PRIMAL FORM AND SHUN MY LOVED ONES IN ORDER TO POWER UP MY CONTENT !! I WILL GET RE-BLOGS AT ANY COST !! AT ANY COST !!

Cordelia: startling how im the only person on this site with an actual human soul. you would think the other guys on here have one, but no

Gloucester: measure to approve massive depressing statue in the center of town depicting an emaciated mayor carrying a boulder that says "My Sons" on it

Goneril: DAD: i just heard on t he news that teens are taking the "Kick My Ass" challenge. please dont do this ME: you have no power over me, old man

Regan: i will tell you this right now: I'm from hell. Im highly fucked up. Ive been known to say rude things and watch the carnage unfold brutally

Edmund: every now and then I like to treat myself to a bit of “Lying under oath”

Edgar: hello 911. the toilet seat ripped my loin cloth off again

The fool: im the only guy who knows how to call out the bull shit of society the smart way. and against all odds i do it for free

Kent: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT

Cornwall: I put years of hard work into getting my torture degree at torture college & now everyones like “oh tortures bad” , “its ineffective” fuck off

Albany: Have you ever wanted to click X on a bastard

Oswald: my entire face turns purple as i try to enjoy my cup of monday coffee while all my coworkers rush into my office to watch me fail once again

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Edmund, for the entirety of King Lear:

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My Therapist: Goldilocks Hairdo Richard III isn’t real he can’t hurt you

Goldilocks Hairdo Richard III:

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Boy, I felt that one

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Has this been done yet?

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He was not of an age, but for all time

Sometimes that famous quote by Ben Johnson about Shakespeare feels more real to me. Shakespeare's work has been hugely popular for over 400 years, and it connects us not just to his time but to all the time in between.

This is a page from from my copy of Macbeth from The Temple Shakespeare. The Temple Shakespeare was a collection of Shakespeare's plays published individually. These little red volumes were published prolifically from 1894 - 1930 (The New Temple Shakespeare was published from 1934 - 1956). They're fairly common in vintage bookstores throughout the English-speaking world. My copy of Macbeth was published in 1896.

One of the previous owners (perhaps the original owner) left their name inside the cover:

It looks to me like the name is Z. R. Stuber (though it could also be E. R. Stuber). There is also a little ticket listing the bookseller, Gilbert and Field at 67 Moorsgate Street, London E.C. The only information I can find about the bookseller is a reference from the Royal Academy of Art. They have a listing for Don Quixote of the Mancha by Edward Abbott Parry that also had a ticket in the front cover for the same bookseller, which they describe only as a book seller in London during the 1890s.

The area of the city that housed this bookshop was heavily bombed during the Second World War, which lead to the widening of London Wall just west of here. Most of the buildings around this address are obviously modern, though this building is either older or was built/restored in an older style.

This is 67 Moorgate today, a store selling designer greeting cards and stationary:

This book went on its own journey for more than 120 years before I acquired it, being bought and sold an unknown number of times before getting here. It is a century older than I am. The people who first printed, sold, and bought it are gone. The store that sold it is gone. The street it was sold on is unrecognizable. The company that published it was bought by another company that was in turn bought, like a matryoshka doll of corporations.

The story inside was already ancient when this was published, and now the world in which it was created is as inaccessible as the Elizabethan Era.

And yet something has endured.

Knowing that other people have shared in these stories with us makes them real like almost nothing else can. Charles I retitled his copy of Much Ado About Nothing. Sylvia Plath annotated her Hamlet. Z. R. Stuber left their name in Macbeth.

This is my copy of Macbeth now, but for how long? Will it outlive me? Will its fragile pages fall apart before I do? Or maybe I'll leave my name in the cover so that one day someone else can try to decipher my handwriting and know that we read the same lines.

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she rosencrantz on my guildenstern until the both of us are dead

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sometimes I look at the things my dear friend Harley used to tag me in and think, yeah , we all should have seen this autism diagnosis coming

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