“Tempt thyself not, boy, o’ that which one doth not dwell upon. O’er these limits lie time-guarded treasures only a dull fool shall seek, but no lad shall ne’er find. If thou cross’t this rope’d gate, thou shalt find thyself in lots of trouble!”

“Even the valiant Shakespeare willst tremble from his tomb.”

“Stop…’st!”

“That’s it! Get the fuck back on this side of the rope so that I can finish giving this goddamned, Globe-Museum tour!”

“I hate’th mine life!”