My fellow scholars and countrymen,
I propose a meeting of our happy few band of brothers, to be held on this 28th day of April. Some outdoor location I think will serve our purposes. The topics of discussion will be the fantastical romance of Twelfth Night, and that most harrowing of tragedies Antony and Cleopatra. Any ideas for unquiet meals to make ill our digestion are appreciated. Eight wild boars roasted whole at breakfast? Some pigeons, a couple of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws? And of course, the beer of root is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.