SHAKESPEARE: THE MISSING LINES (2).
(Recently discovered and published here for the first time)
Friends Romans countrymen lend me your ears
and a cotton bud.
Is this a dagger I see before me, the handle before my hand?
No. it’s a frying pan - get on with the cooking.
If music be the food of love, play on
an organ – no not that one!
Shall I compare thee to a summer day?
Dry, hot and sweaty!
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Oh heck !