No Holds Bard

The Shakespeare Podcast Shakespeare Would Have Listened To.*

NHB 164 - The Wooing Is Too Urgent

This week we’ll woo with urgency, shine the green light on King Lear, and break down a few of the 2600 new sonnets created by a sonnet writing bot created by researchers at IBM Research Australia, the University of Toronto, and the University of Melbourne.

NHB 162 - 'Twas A Rough Night

This week we’ll rough it out, seek motivation, and tip our cap to Ian McKellan and his retirement from Shakespeare, as he has promised his current run of King Lear will be his final spin with the Bard (and no one ever goes back on saying they’re retired from one specific type of performance). 

NHB 157 - The Antoniad Debrief

Dan and Kevin welcome special and long overdue guest Christine Penney as the three discuss the highs and lows of the Seven Stages Shakespeare Company's Antoniad, a continuous one-day, seven-ish hour presentation of the plays linked in the Antonio fan theory we discussed way back in Episode 21 - Twelfth Night, The Tempest, The Merchant of Venice, and Much Ado About Nothing.

NHB 152 - Holy Sh*t It's Ben Crystal

For this month's Wildcard episode we throw ten duel questions at Ben Crystal, co-writer of Shakespeare's Words and The Shakespeare Miscellany, author of Shakespeare on Toast - Getting A Taste for the Bard, explorer of original practices in Shakespeare rehearsal and production, producer, actor, and actual listener of the podcast. You can check out Ben's work at the recently revised or his personal website at

NHB 151 - Sonnet Exploder (#40)

Inspired by the hit podcast Song Exploder, Kevin and Dan spend this episode breaking down and analyzing Shakespeare's Sonnet #40.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
     Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
     Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

NHB 146 - The Cause Is In My Will

This week we’ll will our causes, find a common theme, and go after Shakespeare for reports that he himself may have annotated a copy of the 16th century copy of one of the source texts for Hamlet, since we came up with annotating copies of Shakespeare plays first.