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“Good Madonna, why mournest thou? Good Fool, for my brother's death. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna. I know his soul is in heaven, Fool. The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.”

Quote by William Shakespeare

Book:Twelfth Night
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Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night is a renowned play by William Shakespeare, known for its witty dialogue and complex characters. The story revolves around the characters Viola and Orsino, who find themselves in a series of misunderstandings and romantic entanglements. The play is set in the backdrop of a festive celebration on the twelfth night after Christmas, adding a layer of humor and chaos to the unfolding events. 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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