According to a British newspaper Pipes found at Shakespeare’s home in Stratford-upon-Avon are now being tested for traces of cannabis. Researchers believe some of imagery was drug induced. If true this will change the staging and texts somewhat:
(Hamlet) “I cannot tell a hawk from [pulls cone] a handsaw.”
(Lear) “Like, Howl.”
(Macbeth) “The whole wood is moving , just like those ugly ladies said it would. Wicked”
Get me three tickets for A Midsummer Night’s Pizza Craving immediately! Cry havoc and let slip the roaches of war!
and all our yesterdays fools have lighted up :>
Well, that explains Titus Andronicus.
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? DEA, man. Aaaaaaaaaah, damn, Julie honey.
andygirl, I think only PCP can explain Titus Andronicus. This sure does shed some new light on all the Queen Mab business in R&J, though…
The link for this seems to have died. The original article from the Independent on Sunday can be found here.
[sup]Hardly sounds like a bump at all, does it?[/sup]
The Tragedie of SHAGGYE, Prynce of Denmarke
Enter SHAGGYE and hys noble hounde SCOOBIE. SHAGGYE picketh up skulle
SHAGGYE. Like wow, Scoob! Horatio! I knew this cat. He and I phoned out for pizza, like, a thousand times.
SCOOBIE. Rizza! licketh lippes sloppily Hee-hee-hee!
Eerie greene light poureth from eye-socketts of skulle, laughtere as of ye dead cometh from now-movinge jaws of same
SHAGGYE Yoiks! Let’s get outta here!
SHAGGYE droppeth skulle. Exeunt SHAGGYE and SCOOBIE, runnynge as if to gayne firme foot-hold upon a slipperie floore
Olen, you crack me up man…
Fretful P., you beat me to it. 
She is the faeries’ mid-wife, and she comes in shape no bigger than a…dime-bag?
and again:
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but…smokin’ that KGB?
The bong is not so deep as a well; 'tis not so wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough; 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and thou shalt find me hiiiiiiiigh as hell, man.
(Or something.)
“Come loving night, come gentle smoke-filled night;
Bring me my drug dealer, and if he shall fall,
Shoot his lame ass and bring me some more weed;
And that herb will make the face of heaven so fine,
that all the 'heads will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun.”
~Romeo and Juliet
I mean, I tried. I know it sucks, but I did try.
I’m just trying to imagine what somebody in 17th century England would have to eat if they had the munchies.
Again, witness Titus Andronicus.