At Shakespeare’s bar by the river in Richmond. Deeper in the city sweaty runners have run the London marathon. Here it is glamorous as St George’s day and Shakespeare’sbirthday are celebrated.
Not yet middsumers , however, the Sun in shining and thirsts are being quenched with pimms and gins and tonics.
Lady Macbeth and Henry Macbeth’s feisty granddaughters flirt with their suitors who use lines like ‘shall I compare these to a summers day’. Inside Portia props up the bar; she may let men buy here drinks but it means nothing; she will not settle for just anyone.
Come and join the party.