Saturday, 12 April 2014
Merlin: Do you regret your words, misquoted, spun and made into a cross for youth to bear?
Shakespeare: I wrote for others’ pleasure, not their pain. Let each take what he may. What think you of your Avalon today?
Merlin: My lost Isle of Apples? It was ever thus. When we set Arthur, in his funeral bark, across that lake –
Shakespeare: Your once and future king is needed now.
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