Let’s be honest: the Bard has had a good run. Four centuries of English teachers whispering “iambic pentameter” like it’s a Hogwarts spell, theatre majors in black turtlenecks defending Twelfth Night as peak comedy, and countless people nodding solemnly at jokes they didn’t actually understand. But somewhere between a Publix parking lot and an alligator-infested drainage canal,

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