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Originally Posted by poofinger
In an unexpected twist, Hannibal was eaten alive.
Maybe he was pretending to be Hannibal, but it was Shakespeare, they had the same literary style:
Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wanned,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing—