Who brought the pies?

I’m off to see Ben in Titus Andronicus at the Globe. Apparently it’s a cover up.
Titus is basically the Dawn of the Dead for Elizabethan audiences. Goths without the black make-up and perfume.
Maybe it was an early morality play, what with the uncle finding his niece freshly de-tongued to tell and armless to resist. Handy!

What she must be thinking as he goes on for ten to twelve lines about ‘why dost not speak to me?…’ Call a frickin ambulance presumably!
Be sure, if I ever open a Shakespeare funpark, Titus Bakery is at the top of the list. Woadn’t it be luvverly!

Tomorrow and tomorrow and i’ll make a report.