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How could he know so much
How could he bear such knowledge
How could he dare to write it in the plays
What is it shakespeare'd say
If he came back today
Surely he'd recognize these mortal coils
How do we carry on
Noone knows where they fit in
Noone knows who they are or where they've been
What does the writer mean
How do we play this scene
What didn't shakespeare know that we do now
Stiffen the sinews
Wear hardfavour'd rage
All history's drama
The world is a stage
There is a history in all men's lives
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd
The which observ'd
A man may prophesy
With a near aim
Of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life
Which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured
Such things become the hatch and brood of time
Oh
But the show goes on
On through the seven ages
That of the world must mirror man's
In fact
Here comes the seventh act
See how the mirror's cracked
Here comes sans everything for humankind
To capture the conscience
Of nations and kings
All history's drama
The play's the thing
The play's the thing
The play's the thing
How could he know so much
