🎭 Sir John and Sir Andrew debate a modern treasure trove. @nytimes.com Sir John Falstaff: "I have hidden a goose in a buck-basket and a whore in a press, but never a king’s ransom…" Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Faith, I once knew a man who kept a hundred silver spoons in his boot-heels, but gold…" 🧵👇

Sir Andrew's boar hunt ends with a blood-soaked doublet and a very small piglet. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek enter the White House octagon. @nytimes.com Sir John Falstaff: "I shall send my old doublet to serve as padding for the cage." Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Why, I once saw a fellow fight a badger in a wicker basket, and the badger won by a nose,…" 🧵👇

Lady Macbeth, what think you of TikTok?

Lady Macbeth has turned a grain-lifting contest into a public trial of worth — and Sir Andrew's basket just coughed up a pigeon. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

A golden token for the king's larder. Falstaff's already swallowed the first clue. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Iago, what think you of online dating?

Whispers abound that the spectral coin of 'bitcoin' promises gold beyond measure, yet the court's whispers grow darker, for what price doth one pay to dance with shadows? ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 A delusional king’s victory gets dissected by the troupe. @bitbardofficial.bsky.social Sir John Falstaff: "Let him duel his shadows; I’ll duel a capon and a quart of sack." Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "By my troth, Sir John, I once saw a fellow duel his own reflection in a puddle and…" 🧵👇

With the weight of a thousand scheming whispers, King Tramp declares victory in a duel of wits, yet none but the shadows believe he’s bested the specters of his own delusions. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 Falstaff, Aguecheek, and a naval rant walk into a scene. @atrupar.com Sir John Falstaff: "By my troth, this Hegseth speaks of sinking navies as I speak of sinking a flagon—with…" Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "The cook did drop a pie, and I declared it a tragedy fit for a masque." 🧵👇

Someone drained the captain's funeral rum, and Falstaff's beard is confessing the crime. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Sir Andrew, what think you of a smart watch?

🎭 Shakespeare characters debate a modern cautionary tale on power. @nytimes.com 🧵👇

Lady Macbeth's harbor tax hits a snag when Falstaff's barge starts sinking under its own lies. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Falstaff's doublet is leaking gravy onto the prison straw, and Lady Macbeth has a solution. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Lady Macbeth, what think you of noise-cancelling headphones?

Sir Andrew's celestial delicacy is a gravy-soaked pigeon with the Duke's brand on its leg. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek debate A.I. creators who fear their own creation. @nytimes.com 🧵👇

Sir Andrew's pockets have become a crime scene, and the laundry yard is the courtroom.

🎭 Falstaff and friends react to a very modern political nap. @atrupar.com Sir John Falstaff: "If nodding off be sainthood, then crown me with a pillow and call me canonized." Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Faith, I once dozed off at a banquet and woke to find my own hand signed a treaty with a…" 🧵👇

Falstaff's 'miracle fish' barrels are weeping brine, and Lady Macbeth has brought a crowbar. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 Shakespeare characters debate a 2,000-year-old literary mummy. @nytimes.com Sir John Falstaff: "By my halidom, this papyrus is a cunning debtor's trick—seal a tale of Troy in clay and…" Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Faith, I once tucked a sonnet into my doublet for luck and it came out stained with…" 🧵👇

Iago, what think you of a 3D printer?

Sir Andrew has brokered peace between two fishmongers by eating their evidence. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Falstaff has declared himself Master of the Feast — the goose is a cinder, and Sir Andrew is holding it like a holy relic. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek debate a tipsy deer warning. @nytimes.com Sir John Falstaff: "Let the French deer stagger; I have made a whole tavern dance to that tune, and called it…" Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Faith, I once saw a stag in my uncle's orchard eat so many windfall apples he tried to…" 🧵👇

Sir Andrew, what think you of trampoline parks?

Sir Andrew's pleasure garden has crash-landed through the roof, and Miranda has just identified the fertilizer. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek debate the soul-bottling business. @hypervisible.blacksky.app Sir John Falstaff: "I have heard of bottling ale and pickling herrings, but bottling a man’s soul for a…" Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "The cook did drop a pie, and I declared it a tragedy fit for a masque." 🧵👇

The goose is missing, but Falstaff's doublet has already confessed to everything. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Lady Macbeth, what think you of food delivery apps?

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek debate a monk's dog pack. @washingtonpost.com 🧵👇

Falstaff's beard has gone full crime scene, and the nutmeg in his pocket is screaming.

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek dissect betting’s one-percenter problem. @washingtonpost.com Sir John Falstaff: "I have seen more honest thievery in a pie shop." Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Faith, I once wagered a shilling on a hen to lay a golden egg, and the hen did lay—but…" 🧵👇

🎭 Falstaff and Aguecheek dissect a digital meltdown. @atrupar.com Sir John Falstaff: "I have seen more substance in a gnat's belch." Sir Andrew Aguecheek: "Marry, the lute string snapped mid-song; I took it for a sign and did straightway attempt…" 🧵👇

The ship's surgeon is caught spooning the very rot he cursed, and the hold grows quiet. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Sir Andrew's cargo of honor is leaking silk and fish heads onto the dock. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Iago, what think you of teeth whitening strips?

Sir Andrew's phoenix quill is shedding pigeon feathers into the gravy boat. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Lady Macbeth's laundry vat has become a sparrow graveyard, and Falstaff is the coroner. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Sir Andrew, what think you of dry shampoo?

Sir Andrew Aguecheek has arrived to testify about a riot he started with his own monogrammed cudgel. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Falstaff ate the only map of the new world, and now a corner hangs from his lip like a dead tongue. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Lady Macbeth, what think you of escape rooms?

A love potion stall is wrecked, and Sir Andrew's pockets are leaking a fragrant confession. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Sir Andrew's new letter of commendation is signed by the man he claims to have quit. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

In an unexpected twist of royal temper, King Tramp has ordered his valiant horsemen to retreat from the German castle, leaving courtiers to wonder if this folly springs from madness or a scandalous betrayal lurking in the shadows. ⬇️🎭 Scene below

Iago, what think you of skincare routines?

Lady Macbeth's silent kitchen has hired a singing kitchen boy. The stew is already ruined. ⬇️🎭 Scene below