Short Story
We Haven’t Got There Yet
- by Harry Turtledove
- Tor.com Original Fiction, 19 March 2009 [webzine]
Some 360 years before Rosencrantz and Gildenstern Are Dead debuted in Edinburgh, Will Shakespeare himself attends a performance. —Michael Main
His mind races faster than a horse galloping downhill. Try as he will, he can’t mistake her meaning. If Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead is dead itself—a century dead!—then Hamlet must be older yet. But his head had only a little more hair, and that only a little less gray, when he wrote it. An impossibility—an impossibility he has just seen staged.
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Okay, William Shakespeare, what the hell d’you want with us? Why’d you barge in here, anyway, and how much did you pay the hired muscle outside?
