The Question Was

The question was to be or not, suffer fools and thicken plot

Take up arms to end your pain, speak the speech and play the game

Double double toil and burn, sky on fire children learn

The storm is Lear, the fool is wise, damned by your piercing eyes

And by the pricking of my thumb, something wicked this way comes

All the world a player's stage, what passion here could shake this tiger's rage

What fools these mortals be, such stuff that dreams are made

Boldness make a stand with me, into the breach we rave

The fault not in our stars, but in ourselves I heard him say

If music be the food of love then play!