Alas poor Yorick, he looks not at all well. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, though sadly finite breath. Though thy gibes be still, yet still thou grins.I seldom saw thy teeth look quite so cleanTo celebrate the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death, this is the fourth of a new collection of the Bard's greatest plays, digested to a few thousand words with invaluable side notes fr...