This year's advent fun: one

This year instead of one type of thing we pick and do each day to keep Emma from exploding with Christmas anticipation, we're doing a bunch of different stuff. Probably some songs, some remixes, some digital internet madness. Some literary parodies... you know. "Stuff". First is this:

To borrow and to borrow and to borrow,
Cheap in this pretty place from pay to day
To the last sale table in record time;
And all our magazines have lighted fools
The way to dusty debt.
                                     Pout, pout, chief handler!
This line’s but a gawking shadow of poor players
That strut and fret an hour up in the dressing-room
and hang stuff up no more. It is a sale
sold by an idiot, full of silk and fur yet
dignifying nothing.

Guess who this is for?

(Stay tuned for further fun.)