It's late at night, and something very peculiar is happening. From your room, you can hear cries of true misery! Someone is wailing and repeating "O' woe is me!" over, and over again, and it's starting to get quite annoying, so naturally you decide to follow the sounds, and, lo and behold, you find the King of Acting himself, sobbing outside the drama studio!
"What's wrong, your highness?", you ask, to which he responds by reciting a very strange and contemporary monologue of sorts, throwing the script at you:
Oh woe is me,
Two terms combined,
Those yews are ours,
Beginning and end, intertwined.
Begging for amnesty,
In a sea of decay,
But Never giving up Hope,
In what remains.
...Aaaaand he's gone back to his wailing. You look at the script he's handed you. It looks like any normal script, except at the bottom of the page, scrawled in messy handwriting:
How incredibly strange... Perhaps you can try and figure out what has upset the King so much?