“Shakespeare At Fenway” came early this year.

“The Comedy of Errors” debuted on Opening Day.

The gaffes and laughs haven’t stopped.

If all the world’s a stage, the Red Sox are mostly minor-league players.

Left field was once the domain of Williams, Yaz, and Rice.

These days, it’s Moe, Larry, and Curley.

When they’re not dropping balls, they’re running headlong into the third baseman.

The Red Sox were last in the majors in fielding percentage (.973) and first in errors (18) after 18 games.

Somehow, they were still .500.

Unfortunately, that’s good for last place in the AL East.

Pain was another underlying theme in many of Shakespeare’s works. Pain comes in many forms. This year the Red Sox are feeling it in their arms, legs, shoulders, knees, and toes.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound,” Romeo mused.

Garrett Whitlock is the latest casualty of Andrew Bailey. Nick Pivetta landed on the IL last week. Lucas Giolito lasted 2.1 innings in spring training before being lost for the year.

Alas, it’s not just pitchers who have been stung. Raffy Devers recovered from a wounded shoulder in time to injure his knee while making a throw Tuesday.

King Edward IV warned us in Act 4, Scene 4 of “Henry VI”

“What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.”

What do the fates think about the Red Sox finishing with less than 80.5 wins?

The Fenway curtain dropped on “Macbeth 2024” a  week ago.

The Bard wrote much about treachery.

The Red Sox perfected it.

Among the living and dead.

“Julius Caesar” had a two-year run. Ownership shanked Terry Francona on the way out the door in 2011. Only four Red Sox players attended Johnny Pesky’s funeral in 2012. The entire fanbase self-immolated.

“Et tu, Dustin?”

In this year’s version of “Macbeth,” betrayal comes after death.

Cancer claims Larry Lucchino. Meanwhile, his beloved Red Sox die of neglect.

The Bard would not have known that John Henry and Tom Werner would be no-shows at Lucchino’s funeral a week ago. But his works adapt easily to modern times.

The Red Sox Politburo and its dutiful apparatchiks offered the following excuses/explanations/excuses: Henry was ill. Werner was in England.

Maybe Henry and Werner were asked not to attend?

That would seem harsh – even for Lucchino’s Ghost.

His spirit is probably haunting the Red Sox between second and short, booting balls with abandon, and laughing like the devil whenever a bargain-basement player fails to hit the cutoff man.

“Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. And don’t forget to bounce the ball to first base.”

Act IV, Scene 1. And every fourth inning when the Red Sox are in the field.

Lucchino allowed Henry and Werner to parlay their purchase of the Red Sox back in 2002 into a now wobbly sports empire that stretches from NESN, to Boston, to Pittsburgh, to Liverpool, to the PGA Tour, to LeBron James.

At least LeBron made the playoffs. The Penguins not so much. NESN ratings are in the tank, along with those of the PGA Tour. Liverpool fans see red as their team struggles.

No one cares what Werner does. He gave us “The Cosby Show” and “full throttle.” Both were genuine as “Weapons of Mass Destruction,” “Unfin18hed business,” and the last 5 blizzard forecasts.

Henry’s words, real and imagined, carry heft.

When Lucchino died, a Red Sox statement quoted Henry as saying, “I was lucky enough to have had him in my corner for 14 years and to have called him a close friend for even longer. He was truly irreplaceable and will be missed by all of us at the Red Sox.”

His funeral, however, merited a sick day.

Linda Pizzuti Henry (Lady Macbeth in 2024) attended Lucchino’s funeral on Thursday. She posted an Instagram story last week in which she flashed a Wednesday pass to Berckmans Place and a Masters patron’s guide. Berckmans Place is an elite dining and shopping complex at Augusta National open only during Masters week. Entrance by “invitation only” costs $10,000.

Was Henry with his wife at the Masters on Wednesday? Did he get lost on the second nine? Maybe he couldn’t escape happy hour with John Daly at the nearby Hooters?

Henry last spoke live to the proletariat during the Great Peasant Uprising of 2023. His final words of relevance were: “it’s expensive to have baseball players.”

Whenever Henry does speak, Red Sox fans know how the Japanese people felt at the end of World War II when they heard Emperor Hirohito’s voice for the first time.

The aloof billionaire appears laser-focused on his role as John Henry Kissinger trying to work a deal between the PGA Tour and Saudis. The Red Sox? Meh.

Henry’s absence at Lucchino’s funeral leaves us asking the following: “Who will run the Red Sox when he is gone?”

Henry is 74. He’s owned the Red Sox for nearly a quarter of a century. Who takes charge when he chooses to walk away, or somehow is no longer up to the task?

Werner? Prince Harry has better odds to become King of England.

Our money is on Mrs. Henry.

Lady Macbeth won’t break any glass ceilings on Jersey Street. Jean Yawkey owned the Red Sox from her husband’s death in 1976 until her passing in 1992. Her owner’s box was filled with broken dreams. And historic failure.

Mrs. Henry’s owner’s box would be stuffed with dreams of saving the world. Not winning ball games.

The Red Sox Foundation once told us Little League was not deserving of its money because it “disproportionally” benefits boys. Imagine your gender-neutral, gender-fluid Red Sox taking the field on the same day John Henry’s spectacles are retried.

Nine innings of “Sweet Caroline.”

Two national anthems.

Endless pronouns.

If only the Bard was around to author that production.

Bill Speros (@RealOBF and @BillSperos on X) can be reached at bsperos1@gmail.com.