Brought to you by Classical Theatre Project, Shakesbeer will transform Artscape Wychwood Barns into a pop-up theatre and beer hall for the “The Complete Works of Shakespeare (Abridged)” on April 18, 2015, and Ben’s Beer Blog is giving away a pair of tickets to one lucky reader.
And oh yeah, as the name might suggest “Shakesbeer” is not only an evening of theatre focused on the Bard, it’s also a chance to take in said theatre with your favourite beverage in hand.
Along with classy theatre, the event will feature a beer line up from Publican House, Junction Craft Brewery, Wellington, and Steamwhistle, as well as cider from Brickworks Ciderhouse.
In keeping with traditional Shakespearean fare, there will also be…Australian meat pies (just go with it). To enter for a chance to win two tickets to either the 6:30pm performance or the 9:00pm performance, simply comment below and leave a Shakespeare quote that you’ve modified to include beer.
I’ll place all entrants in a hat and choose a winner on Monday April 13th. As always, entries that I like the most will be entered into the hat twice as will entries from those who share a link to this contest on twitter.
If you don’t win, fear not, you can of course still attend and Ben’s Beer Blog readers can receive a special discounted price. Simply use the promo code brew39, and receive $10 off your tickets. Good luck!
- If you write “To beer or not to beer” I’ll make sure you don’t win. Come on. You’re better than that.
- In case you were wondering, the tights wearing fellows in the lead image are actors Matt Drappel, Jeff Hanson and Kevin Ritchie.
- Also in case you wondering, I received zero financial compensation for this contest, I just thought it sounded like a fun event in my neighbourhood and decided to help out.
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Mercutio (The Beer Store) to all Ontario craft brewers before the provincial budget:
“A plague o’ both your beers! “
“Cry havoc and let slip the draughts of war”
Also . . .
“Get thee to a craft brewery!”
What’s a drunken man like, fool?
Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have (beer) thrust upon them.
Good night, good night! Thirst is such sweet sorrow, that I shall dink till it be morrow.
Good night, good night! Thirst is such sweet sorrow, that I shall drink till it be morrow.
Now is the winter of our ‘The Beer Store’
Made glorious summer by this new OCB shop;
And all the laws that low’r’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of craft brewing buried.
‘The Beer Lover’s Summer In Ontario’
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of North York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with sweat and thoughts of hops;
Our thirsty tongues cry for ales;
Our cold acceptance turns to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Moroz-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting fixed-speed bikes
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
We travel hither and yon and hither again,
Just to buy beer that doesn’t absolutely suck.
Double, double hops and trouble;
Fire burn, and beer tank bubble
No modification needed. Henry V, Act 1 scene 3 “I would give all my fame for a pot of ale”
“To thine ownself be Brew”
“Beer is the soul of wit”
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a beer drinker.
To beer, or not to beer- that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler hops in the grind to suffer Labatt 50
The malt and yeast of outrageous brews,
Or to take arms against a sea of bubbles,
And by opposing end the Beer Store monopoly. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we pass out.
The heartache, and the thousand hangovers,
That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To beer.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, send me your beer: I come to bury Caesars not to praise them.” is along the lines of to beer or not to beer. So instead I offer from the Tempest…
“Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich crops
Of wheat, rye, barley, honey, oats and hops;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
where cold caves chill fermenting lager for best keep…
…Bids thee drink well, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: do sit and rest amain:
Tap keg, rich Ceres, her to entertain.”
[Exit, pursued by a beer]
Some are born great, some brew greatness, and some have greatness thrust!IPA upon them.
Beer is the soul of wit.
Whoops someone already had that one. I’ll go with
Friends, brewers, countrymen, lend me your ales.
Double IPA hops and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.