I managed to irritate the librarian the other day (she’d have been infuriated if she wasn’t such a nice lady) by sending back an inter-library loaner. She was quite right, too— I’d requested Titus Andronicus, taken it out, and brought it back, unwatched, within twenty-four hours.
I had but looked at the listing of scenes within the case to realize that a lady oughtn’t to watch it. Murder, cannibalism, improper advances— why watch it?
They do say (scholars say, and we all know what they’re like) that Titus is one of Shakespeare’s earlier works. I looked up a copy of it, to read, and they seem to have pegged it right for a change. Shakespeare’s diction has not the scintillating brilliance that his later works are wonted to have; not even worthy of Henry VI (which I believe he stole), with its “Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars”.
Therefore, until I get to the Histories, I simply respectfully ask you to try Shakespeare’s Hamlet as the best example of the Bard’s work.