Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-William Shakespeare, MacBeth, Act V, Sc. V

Shakespeare

You look about the library and realize that the only things lining the shelves are books from and about William Shakespeare. The entire room is dedicated to him. You see every one of his works:
The Tempest, Two Gentlemen of Verona, Merry Wives of Windsor, Twelfth Night; or What You Will, Measure for Measure, Much Ado About Nothing, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Love's Labour Lost, The Merchant of Venice, As You Like It, All's Well That Ends Well, The Taming of the Shrew, The Winter's Tale, The Comedy of Errors, King John, Richard II, King Henry IV, King Henry V, King Henry VI, Richard III, King Henry VIII, Troilus and Cressida, Timon of Athens, Coriolanus, Julius Caesar, Antony and Cleopatra, Cymbeline, Titus Andronicus, Pericles; Prince of Tyre, King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, MacBeth, Hamlet, Othello, Venus and Adonis, The Rape of Lucrece, Sonnets, A Lover's Complaint, The Passionate Pilgrim, Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music, and The Phoenix and the Turtle.

You also see that there are paintings hanging on the walls that depict one of Shakespeare's greatest, and most famous, plays: Romeo and Juliet.

There are also pictures from another play, Much Ado About Nothing, hanging on the walls. And a copy of the play is sitting open on a small desk in the corner. You look at a few passages that are lightly underlined.
"He that hath a beard is more than a youth; and he that hath no beard is less than a man: and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man I am not for him:" (Act II, Scene I)

"Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly count-confect; a sweet gallant, surely! O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it. - I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving." (Act IV, Scene I)

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