There is a set of books called No Fear Shakespeare
Which translate Shakespeare into modern prose -
On facing pages. Meaning is made clear!
But does it mean the same? Well, it seems close.
Elizabethan grammar could be strange,
His mythical allusions are obscure,
His vocab runs outside the normal range,
Perhaps it’s more than most folks can endure.
Even the English majors glance at notes
While reading Henry, Hamlet, and King Lear.
Sometimes the experts rip each other’s throats
In thickets where the text is far from clear.
But if, perchance, you start to catch the drift,
Abundant are the treasures there to sift.
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