"It is 1599 and we journey to Wilton, seat of the Earl of Pembroke, on progress with the Lady Elizabeth. I am in search of a final discovery: a different world of love to the last twenty years of wordless women. Because I have heard the sound of pederastic adoration in the poetry of Master Shakespeare. The great heart-thump, the rhythm of Renaissance passion: iambic pentameter.

Dee dum, dee dum, dee dum, dee dum, dee dum..."

A short one hour play exploring some of the more exciting corners of the Sonnets.

Shakespeare: poet, player, pederast?