Waugh and a prominent group of doubters called the Shakespeare
Authorship Coalition (SAC) felt sufficiently confident of their
ground that they took out a full-page advertisement in The
Times Literary Supplement, offering to donate £40,000 to the
Shakespeare Birthplace Trust if it could establish, in open debate, beyond
reasonable doubt, that William Shakespeare of Stratford was the author of the
Complete Works. The money was put up by an assortment of supporters,
including the actors Sir Derek Jacobi and Michael York. The Birthplace
Trust curtly declined.
“Can you believe it? A registered charity turned down the opportunity of £40,000
to defend the very basis on which they are founded!” exclaims the
 irrepressible Waugh,
grandson of the novelist Evelyn Waugh and honorary president of SAC.
“We are now
 considering a formal complaint to the Charities Commission and appealing to
 anyone who would like to join in a class action suit against the Trust for all
the money they’ve taken under false pretences. I am publicly accusing them
of that and I am waiting for my writ. Where is it?”
It’s not in the post. The Birthplace Trust would greatly prefer it if the Coalition
 would go away and boil its head. The Trust has stated its case for Shakespeare
repeatedly and at length, notably in an online Authorship Campaign
 (featuring a battery of orthodox scholars) and in Shakespeare Bites Back,
published as a spoiler the day before the 2011 film Anonymous
came out. Starring Rhys Ifans, Anonymous
(the poster read “Was Shakespeare a fraud?”) dramatised the “Oxfordian”
claim that Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford, was the
true author of the plays. Yet no matter how much the scholastic
Shakespeare establishment insists that the doubters are fruit loops,
 flat-earthers or simply snobs, who can’t bear the idea that the world’s greatest
 poet was a mere grammar school boy and not a glamorous aristo,
the case against Shakespeare is as vociferous today as at any time
since it first gained credence in the mid-19th century.
Apart from a sizeable community of dandruffy amateur
code-breakers and anagram-spotters looking for clues as to the
identity of the real author, the doubters’ camp can also boast some
world-class minds down the years, including Sigmund Freud,
 Mark Twain, Henry James, Charles Dickens and historian Hugh Trevor-Roper,
 who found the case for reasonable doubt about the author’s
 identity “overwhelming” (though it should be pointed out that
Trevor-Roper also famously believed the forged Hitler diaries were genuine).
Every time a book asserts Shakespeare was the true author, another one of
apparently equal erudition comes out saying, “Where’s the evidence?”

Last year, Professor Stanley Wells published an e-book titled, Why
Shakespeare WAS Shakespeare. It didn’t do the trick with one
customer – Prince Philip. When the author asked him if he was a heretic,
 the Prince is reported to have replied, “all the more so after reading
your book.” Prince Philip apparently thinks a Tudor diplomat named
Sir Henry Neville wrote at least some of the plays. But even the House
of Windsor is divided on this national debate: Prince Charles is president
of the Royal Shakespeare Company, which is in no mood to re-brand itself as The Royal Possibly-Not-Shakespeare Company. Indeed the RSC summarises without mercy on their website the doubters’ collective mental state: “ignorance; poor sense of logic; refusal, wilful or otherwise, to accept evidence; folly; the desire for publicity; and even (as in the sad case of Delia Bacon, who hoped to open Shakespeare’s grave in 1856) certifiable madness.”
A woman looks out a window as a procession marking the 450th anniversary of William Shakespeare's birth passes by in Stratford-upon-Avon, southern England April 26, 2014. 
But does it really matter who wrote these wonderful plays? According to one notable paid-up doubter, Derek Jacobi, “Yes, it does! The disclosure of the real author would enhance not only the historical significance but also the contemporary excitement of these treasures for both actors and spectators; and it shouldn’t be regarded as potential professional suicide, heresy or an actor’s silliness to come out and say so.”
Stanley Wells, in his Stratford office, sighs at having to repeat all the points he’s made over the years about Shakespeare’s identity. For him, there is no mystery: “Yes, there are gaps in the records, as there are for most non-aristocratic people. We do, however, have documentary records and there’s lots of posthumous evidence. There’s evidence in the First Folio, the memorial in the church here in Stratford, the poem by William Basse referring to him, all of it stating that Shakespeare of Stratford was a poet,” he says.
But if that’s the case what about the £40,000 mock trial – easy money, surely? “Public debates are an exercise of forensic skill rather than an intellectual scholarly exercise. So no, we are not going to debate or take their money. I would hope we have more dignity.”
What would settle this question for good? “I would love to find a contemporary document that said William Shakespeare was the dramatist of Stratford-upon-Avon written during his lifetime,” says Wells. “There’s lots and lots of unexamined legal records rotting away in the national archives; it is just possible something will one day turn up. That would shut the buggers up!”
The doubters, meanwhile, are busy writing and convening. Among them is the actor Mark Rylance, a trustee of the Shakespeare Authorship Trust (founded in 1922), which has just had a conference on the authorship question at the Globe Theatre. Indeed, heresy seems to be spreading. Brunel University now even has a course on the authorship and one survey shows that 17% of American literature professors think there is room for reasonable doubt about Shakespeare’s identity. Even in the States, you probably wouldn’t find 17% of biology professors doubting evolutionary theory.
The battle continues. Alexander Waugh and a phalanx of combative Shake-sceptics are already looking forward to hosing cold water over the 400th anniversary of the Bard’s death in 2016. “The Stratfordians have been trying to pretend we don’t exist for a long time, but now they’re running scared,” says Waugh. “As Mahatma Gandhi said, ‘First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, and then you win.’ We’ve got to the fight bit.”