Some of my favourite moments in Shakespeare fall into the category of hyperbole, which could be defined as exaggeration for descriptive purposes. And often there's a touch of humour involved as a bonus. A wonderful example occurs in act four, scene one of Henry VIII, as two gentlemen standing on a street in Westminster, having just watched the passing of the procession after the coronation of Anne Bullen (as she's called in the play), are joined by a third, who was inside the Abbey for the event. The first gentleman greets him with: "God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling?" He then receives the reply: "Among the crowd i' the Abbey; where a finger/ Could not be wedged in more..." That says it all, doesn't it?