Answer Number One. What is a man but a miserable pile of secrets? If the queen asks you to run a man through, are you truly going to say no? A priest may say they would not, but fold if confronted with the situation. A fool hiding under a banner of self rightousnous would not and would die for his troubles. So the obvious answer is to do as commanded by the one with the superior power so you may live to write another tale.
Answer number two. A fatal wound to a mind such as me? If my friend was truly a man of substance, he would agree that I must live even if he were to perish. But they would save themselves in place of myself, so why would I not do the same. Human nature is fickle. We live for our own when the fires of hell are against us, turning on even those who birthed us if it were to come down to their life versus our own. Even those who's job it is to die for us would sooner abandon their mission then fall to the abyss unless they truly have naught ot lose.
Answer number three. Do you not understand the gentleman you are adressing, sir? I, William Shakespeare, write. My mind is best suited to making the games not playing them. That is how I entertain myself. I created the game of war within Richard III. "My horse! My horse! My kingdom for a horse!". I created a game of deceit with Macbeth. "Life is a tale told by a idiot and full of sound and fury signifying nothing!". AH. And lest we not forget, I created a game of mischeif of the fae within a Midsummers Nights Dream. "Lord, what fools these Mortals be". I am the great William Shakespeare. These games, Theses tales. This is my gift to mankind! Ah ha ha ha!