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“Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd; and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man- And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love; I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!”

Quote by William Shakespeare

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The plays of William Shakspeare: In twenty-one volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators. To which are added notes

This twenty-one volume set includes all of William Shakespeare's plays, accompanied by extensive annotations and corrections provided by various scholars. The collection aims to provide a detailed and accurate representation of Shakespeare's works, enriched by scholarly insights and commentary. more

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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