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“Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.”

Quote by William Shakespeare

Book:Hamlet

Work

Hamlet

Hamlet, a prince of Denmark, returns home after his father's death to find his uncle on the throne and his mother married to him. The play explores themes of madness, betrayal, and moral ambiguity as Hamlet seeks to avenge his father's murder. Its rich language and intricate plot have made it a cornerstone of Western literature. 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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