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“Forbid me not to weep; he was my father; And, had you lov'd him half so well as I, You could not bear his death thus patiently.”

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Christopher Marlowe
Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe was an English dramatist, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era. He is known for his work in the development of English drama, particularly his use of blank verse and his portrayal of antiheroes. Marlowe's plays, including 'Doctor Faustus' and 'Tamburlaine the Great', are considered foundational in the English Renaissance. more

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