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“I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go antickly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst; And this is all.”

Quote by William Shakespeare

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Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night

The collection features Shakespeare's renowned comedies and tragedies, including 'Much Ado About Nothing' with its witty dialogue and romantic intrigue, 'Love's Labour's Lost' with its playful characters and mistaken identities, 'Midsummer Night's Dream' with its magical and fantastical elements, 'Merchant of Venice' with its exploration of prejudice and justice, 'As You Like It' with its blend of comedy and romance set in a forest, 'Taming of the Shrew' with its examination of gender roles and social norms, 'All's Well That Ends Well' with its complex characters and intricate plot, and 'Twelfth Night' with its mix of mistaken identities and romantic entanglements. 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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