The thing I love about Shakespeare is that (most of the time) he actually seems to like women.
And not in a “women are divine beings who belong on a pedestal” way, but as human beings. He writes women as friends, as schemers, as tricksters, as heroes, as martyrs, as villains, as fools, as lovers and family. He recognises their full humanity, and his heroic women are heroic in diverse ways. They can be heroic by being clever, by being bold, by being gentle, by being sharp, by being loving, by being vengeful.
And the women get stuff done. They make plans and follow them through, for better or worse.