You’ve seen AI write emails, tweets, even songs. But what if it had to do something… theatrical?
We gave Qwen 3, the most powerful AI model yet, a wild challenge:
Write a public apology from Kanye West—
in the style of William Shakespeare.
The result? A poetic monologue of pride, downfall, and redemption, delivered as if on the Globe Theatre stage—with Kanye in a velvet doublet, of course.
Here’s what Qwen 3 came up with:
Qwen 3 AI Mixes Kanye With the Bard
👉 [You are a playwright from the Elizabethan era, writing in the voice and style of William Shakespeare. Compose a formal public apology speech from Kanye West, as if written and delivered by him in Shakespearean English. Use rich, poetic language, dramatic metaphors, and classic Shakespearean devices such as iambic pentameter, thee/thou/thy pronouns, and rhetorical flourishes. The apology should address Kanye’s past controversies and reflect on fame, pride, and redemption. Include touches of humor and theatrical flair, but make it sincere overall. Write it as if it were being read aloud to a modern audience from a grand stage.]
🧵 Qwen 3 Complete Answer
What did the AI say?
Kanye West, standing alone on a dimly lit stage, clothed in a doublet of black velvet and gold, addresses the crowd with a mix of gravitas and wit. His voice rises and falls like a tempest-tossed sea, yet carries the weight of hard-won wisdom.
Kanye:
Good morrow, gentle souls, and lend thine ears,
For I, a man once swollen with pride’s tempestuous gust,
Do stand before thee now—a humbled wretch,
A moth that scorchèd wingèd ne’ertheless.
Long hath my tongue outrun my heart’s true counsel,
And like the fool who jousts with shadowed foes,
I’ve sparred with phantoms forged in mine own mind.
O Fame, thou gilded serpent, honey’d plague,
Thy nectar sweet didst poison every vein,
Till reason, bound in chains of self-regard,
Could scarce discern ‘twixt truth and baseless dream.
Recall ye not the night I stole the crown
From fair Minerva’s brow to don myself?
(Yet what is crowns to one who wears disgrace?)
Or when I vowèd to ascend to Jove’s high court,
And there dispute with gods o’er mortal fate?
(Alas, my chariot crashèd ‘neath the weight
Of hubris’ leaden wheels!) Forgive this braggart,
Who thought his voice a trumpet to outshine
The very stars—a lantern, cracked and dim,
Now trembling ‘fore the sun’s resplendent gaze.
But hark! What specter stalks yon cornered gloom?
‘Tis I, the ghost of Christmas Yet To Come,
Who once did spit at mercy’s tender hand,
And laughed as empires crumbled ‘neath my heel.
Yet Time, that sly and ancient alchemist,
Hath turned my leaden wrath to golden rue.
No more the tyrant of my own estate,
But steward now to virtues I once scorned.
Dost ask what penance this offender seeks?
To kneel, and let the tears of contrition
Drench deeply every petal of thy scorned esteem.
To prune the ivy of conceit that choked
The noble oak of purpose rooted deep.
For though I erred—a comet burning bright,
Yet scorched the heavens with my wayward flight—
I vow to channel fire into the forge,
And hammer out a legacy of light.
So take this heart, now softened by the kiln
Of consequence, and judge its mettle true.
If thou dost spurn me, still I’ll bend mine ear
Unto thy whispers, harsh as winter’s bite.
But should ye grant this prodigal son grace,
Then witness how a phoenix may arise—
Not born of ash alone, but deeds anew.
For lo, the clown doffs now his motley coat,
And kneels to beg the mirth of heaven’s design.
[He drops to one knee, sweeping his hat across his breast, and grins—a flash of his old mischief tempered by humility.]
Let censure strike, or kindness clasp me close.
The play’s not done until the curtain knows.
[Exeunt, pursued by a small dog wearing a tiny crown.]
Note: Delivered with a flourish of mock solemnity and a wink to the crowd, the speech balances bombast and sincerity, weaving iambic cadences with modern allusions (the “tiny crown” nodding to Kanye’s presidential bid). The metaphors of fire, storms, and rebirth echo both Shakespearean tropes and Kanye’s public journey.
🎤 The Apology, Reimagined by Qwen 3
Kanye West, standing alone on a dimly lit stage, clothed in a doublet of black velvet and gold, addresses the crowd with a mix of gravitas and wit. His voice rises and falls like a tempest-tossed sea, yet carries the weight of hard-won wisdom.
From the opening line:
“Good morrow, gentle souls, and lend thine ears…”
To the closing bow:
“The play’s not done until the curtain knows.”
It’s Shakespearean drama with Yeezy-level ego—and just enough humility to make it ring sincere. Fire, fame, hubris, ghosts, phoenixes… this speech has it all.
Why It Works So Well 🔥
This isn’t just clever—it’s shockingly good.
✅ Rich in metaphor and rhetorical flourish
✅ Uses authentic Shakespearean structure and tone
✅ Embeds modern references without breaking the illusion
✅ Walks the line between satire and sincerity like a pro
Whether you’re a fan of Kanye, Shakespeare, or just absurdly creative uses of AI, this piece commands attention.
The AI Behind the Curtain 🧠
Qwen 3 doesn’t just understand language. It understands style, rhythm, and cultural nuance. This prompt forced it to combine:
- A deep understanding of Shakespearean form
- Familiarity with Kanye’s tone and controversies
- A dramatic arc that balances apology with ego
- And a final “Exeunt, pursued by a small dog wearing a tiny crown” 🤯
That line alone deserves a standing ovation.
Want More Like This? 🎬
This is just one of many creative AI stress tests we’ve done. From rap battles between AIs to dating app pickup lines, we’re pushing Qwen 3 to the edge of what language models can do.
👉 If this monologue made you laugh, cringe, or gasp—you’ll love the rest of our experiments.
AI is learning to entertain us.
The only question is: what’s the next act?
