This was the first time I've seen one of Shakespeare's English histories, and it was a start at the end of the line. Henry VIII was the last of the chronology, and the last play Shakespeare wrote. It was as close as he ever got to portraying characters who were still living.

The play ends with Elizabeth's birth, baptism, and a pronunciation of all the great deeds England can expect from her. I was hoping for more beheadings and court intrigue. Ah well. I still had a good time. It is a treat to be able to see a Shakespearean play that I haven't read and don't quite know everything about yet.

Much Ado About Nothing is Sunday night. And between then, we'll be rafting the Rogue River and descending 42–count them 42–rapids.