Shakespeare, as actor, discovered what all good, or even just competent actors discover - that you genuinely start to feel the feelings you are enacting. Which led him to an oddly disconcerting corollary. Your feelings may never be something quite genuine but always have a sense of enactment about them. So all the world becomes a stage.
United for the Premiership by a comfortable margin. The noisy neighbours to choke.
(I'm working on pure intuition here, guys.)