This fast-paced, gag-a-second delight deconstructs all 37 of the Bard's plays - plus the sonnets - into a single two-hour whirlwind.

“Stupendous, anchorless joy!" – The London Times

To be, or not to be that is the question

To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.