Five times 15.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances.
And one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Sorry, wait a minute.
Where are the women?
I'm sorry, Shakespeare.
You said that the task of playing was to hold the mirror up to nature.
And surely that's all of us, isn't it?
All right.
I suppose you're a man of your time.
And you are telling the strange, eventful history that you know will interest your audience.
And that's a history that starts, once upon a time there was a man who fell in love.
Who had his moral fiber tested in battle, in leadership, who acquired power and then lost it,
either through ill judgment or the enemies he made or simply by getting old and losing his marbles.
All these men had wives and mothers and sisters and daughters.
And you do hold the mirror up to them,
but only inasmuch as they thwart or support the man who once upon a time was.
Well, that's very reductive, isn't it?
I know, because it's frustrating.