Shakespeare's plays are traditionally defined as either comedies, tragedies or histories - but Cymbeline, ever generous, manages to be a bit of all of these.
It has a ridiculous plot, but, as it's always clear where the Happy Ending must lie, the fact that things get a bit unlikely doesn't matter all that much.
Cymbeline is most famous for a funeral song that's sung over the corpse of a young man (who, as it happens, is neither a corpse nor a young man: she's called Imogen).
Herbert Gustave Schmalz: this is Imogen dressed as a man.
But, hey, what does it matter how odd the circumstances are? It's shatteringly lovely, anyway.
Here's the first verse.
Golden lads and girls all must/As chimney sweepers, come to dust.
And if anyone else can come up with a couplet as sad and at the same time as clever and funny as that then I'd love to hear it.
Word To Use Today: chimney. This word comes from the Greek kaminos, which means fireplace or oven.