This coded Act II born of Shakespeare’s art,

Resounds through screens with echoes soft yet deep.

Each frame replays the Bard within my heart,

As modern lights their solemn vigil keep.

If only speech, in iambic pentameter,

Could shape these clips with rhythm pure and sure—

Then every beat would sound both strong and dear,

And time itself in verse would still endure.

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