You can borrow these words — you can text a line or two, or just a phrase— and, of course, you can speak poetry like this.
For those that don’t know the story of Macbeth, it begins when a Scottish noble is told by three witches that he will be King.
Two years ago, we thought we saw a King Lear for our times. Derek Jacobi showed him as a quite gentle king, and we almost thought he was just pretending to be mad.
This play was my first ever experience of Shakespeare. (Shocking, really, that I never studied Shakespeare at Uni, but my school had a modern approach to teaching English, which was of no permanent teacher, but a steady stream of supply teachers, which roughly equals no teacher, which equals self-study, which equals no study. They were such happy days.)