Ay, tell me that and unyoke.

A life in Shakespeare can sometimes yield some funny crossovers. I learned Titania’s “forgeries of jealousy” speech to perform for my friend’s students. So a week later, I see “unyoke” in this line and I’m instantly with the ox who has stretched his yoke in vain. So the ox and the second clown become sort of merged in my mind, just because of the commonality of yoking. Which – I’ll be honest – I don’t have much other experience of, or have much occasion to talk about.

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